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GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, masturbaiton, unprotected public sex, sexual harassment, mention of blood.

word count: 9.5k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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3 weeks after Crown Jewel Kansas City, Missouri - 9:30AM

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, while birds sang cheerfully outside. Genesis and Jimmy were peacefully slumbering in their shared hotel room. Jimmy needed his rest before his interviews with his twin brother regarding their tag team title defense, and Genesis was looking forward to spending time with Jade, Liv, and Jackie later on.

Genesis was the first to stir from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she rubbed them to clear her vision. She glanced around briefly, only to find Jimmy nestled against her chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, snoring contentedly.

She carefully took her phone, trying not to disturb Jimmy, and glanced at the time—nine thirty in the morning. Knowing he needed to be up by twelve thirty for his afternoon interview, she made an effort to slip out of his hold and head to the elevators to prepare breakfast for both of them.

Understanding his nature, she realized he wouldn't easily release her grip as he pulled her closer in his slumber. Genesis let out a heavy sigh, fully aware of how possessive he could be. As she lay there, scrolling through her social media feed, she stumbled upon a message and voicemail from Zilla that sent a chill down her spine due to his ominous threats.

She made an effort to remain unfazed, reassured by the thought that Jimmy would always have her back. It was at that moment she noticed Jey's name flashing on her notifications.

Brothaa💪🏽📍: sooo wyaaa?

She chuckled at the message

Gigi🤍: still In bed with yo’ clingy ass brother who won’t let me go fix us something to eat before yalls interview

Brothaa💪🏽📍: just push him off that’s what I do

Gigi🤍: then what? Yk how he gets in the morning especially when he’s horny Josh

Brothaa💪🏽📍: aye mans be brick up in the morning and first thing he wants is some coochie from his girl just saying sis 😭😭

Gigi🤍: men I swear 🙄

Brothaa💪🏽📍: yk he loves you Gigi

Gigi🤍: ofc and I love him too but he needs to get his big ass up or imma let him starve 🙃

Brothaa💪🏽📍: big boy gotta eat but I’ll you down here hopefully he don’t keep you up there 😭😭

Gigi🤍: probably will we will see in a few minutes but hopefully I’ll be down there 😀😀

She glanced down at Jimmy, who was peacefully slumbering while clinging to her waist, reluctant to let her go. However, hunger gnawed at her, prompting her to make one final attempt to slip away without disturbing his rest. As she finally freed herself from his firm embrace, she quickly wrapped her silky robe around her and snatched her phone, noticing Jimmy stirring slightly in his dreams.

She laughed softly at him, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before stepping out the door. As she approached the elevator, she pressed the button and waited for it to arrive. While waiting, she scrolled through her social media feed, eager to catch up on the latest stories and updates from the wweshaderoom page.

As she did so, a voice called her name, drawing her gaze to the figure approaching down the hallway. It was Bianca. They embraced warmly before stepping back from each other.

“Hey girl! I see you snuck out to get something to eat too huh.” Bianca said as Genesis chuckled at her.

“Yes girl, he wouldn’t let me go and I was not about to give him some coochie on an empty stomach.” As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, Genesis and Bianca stepped in together, eagerly pressing the button for the lobby.

“I know that’s right, I bet you five bucks they finna be texting us in a minute as soon as we leave this elevator.” She said.

Genesis was well aware of Jimmy's possessive nature, particularly when she was not around. The moment she distanced herself, he would transform into a wild creature, desperate for her presence. She shared with Bianca the message Zilla had sent her the previous night while she and Jimmy were nestled together in slumber.

Bianca urged her to inform Jimmy promptly, as he needed to take charge before the situation spiraled out of control. However, she hesitated to share the news, fully aware of Jimmy's unpredictable nature and his willingness to go to drastic measures, even if it meant resorting to violence against Zilla.

She was baffled by his inability to let go and seek out another partner, instead of relentlessly pursuing her and putting her life in jeopardy when he could easily be with someone willing to move on.

The elevators chimed as she and Bianca stepped out, chatting animatedly about the sight of everyone in the lobby enjoying breakfast together. She made her way to the catering area, preparing plates for herself and Jimmy to take back with her before heading to the elevators.

While she was preparing their plates, she sensed a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning her head, she was greeted by Jade, who stood there beaming with a smile.

“So girl, when was you gonna tell me you fought Trinity?” Jade asked.

Initially bewildered, Genesis suddenly realized that her conflict with Trinity stemmed from jealousy over how Trinity was all over Jimmy, which infuriated her deeply.

“Oh, girl whenever Jimmy wasn’t all over me.” Genesis joked as her and Jade chuckled with each other, “I’m surprised he let you out instead of getting your back broken into two.” Genesis gave her the middle finger immediately while rolling her eyes.

“Girl, that nigga can wait for some coochie. A girl needs to eat and so does he. Before his interviews later on today we got everything planned for our girls day or what?” Jade nodded her head.

“Yess we got a lot of things planned you gotta spill everything about you and Jimmy girl we need to know everything.” Genesis was aware that her closest friend was eager to learn all the details about her budding romance with Jimmy; they had officially been a couple for nearly a month now.

Genesis and Jade finished preparing their plates, engrossed in conversation about their plans for the girls while Jimmy was off with Jey for interviews. Meanwhile, Genesis couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling from Zilla's threatening messages and voicemail that had come through the night before.

She hoped he would stay away and not disrupt their girls' day by causing a scene, harassing her for spending time with his cousin instead of him. To her, he was not intriguing; rather, he seemed desperate for something unattainable, and his attempts to take it from her left her feeling traumatized.

As she stacked her plate atop Jimmy's and approached the elevators, pressing the button and waiting for the doors to slide open, she sensed someone standing beside her. It wasn't until that person spoke that she acknowledged their presence.

“You must be Genesis right?” Carmelo said.

She turned her head towards his direction, “yeah I’m Genesis who’s asking?” Genesis replied.

“You must not know who I am, I’m Carmelo but everyone calls me Melo.” She gave a slight nod, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes, silently wishing for the elevator doors to open quickly to escape the impending conversation with him. “You single?”

And there it was.

“No, I have a man. He’s waiting on me.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “he’s a wrestler?”

What’s with all of the questions?

“Yes, and that’s all you need to know.” As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, she stepped out, with Carmelo trailing closely behind her, while she pressed the button for the third floor.

An awkward silence enveloped them as Genesis shifted uncomfortably behind him, silently wishing he wouldn't pose any more questions for the rest of her stay, but her hope was dashed almost instantly. “I wonder how a pretty woman like yourself is down here by herself.”

“I was fixing him and I something to eat.”

“He couldn’t? Me personally I would’ve let my girl sleep while I go fix us something to eat.” What was his deal? And where was he getting at?

“Well that’s you Carmelo, my man is different and he needs to eat.” She wasn't subtly suggesting that Jimmy was her partner, yet it appeared that Carmelo was eager to meddle in her affairs.

He snickered, “he's probably ugly and not better looking than me.” With a dramatic eye roll, she signaled her disinterest in continuing the conversation. As they reached the third floor, she stepped out of the elevator ahead of him, striding down the hallway and taking a left towards the hotel room she shared with Jimmy.

As she pulled her key card from her pocket and unlocked the door, the sound of running water from the bathroom indicated that Jimmy was showering. Suddenly, she felt a playful slap on her ass, causing her to spin around and find Carmelo grinning at her mischievously.

“The fuck is yo’ issue? Don’t fucking touch me again or I won’t hesitate to get my nigga bro.” Genesis spat.

“Whatever little girl, see you at work.” He responded while walking past her.

With a dismissive laugh, she strode into the hotel room, firmly closing the door behind her. She set the food down on a nearby table before shedding her robe and clothes, making her way to the bathroom where Jimmy was waiting.

As she entered, the scent of his body wash enveloped the bathroom, enticing her closer. She pulled back the shower curtains and stepped in, wrapping her arms around his waist, making him flinch slightly at her unexpected embrace.

Jimmy begins to say, “Girl, don’t do that. Scared the hell out of me.”

“My fault baby just wanted to surprise you.” Genesis replied with a smile on her face.

Genesis gazed in awe at his striking features, his hair slicked back and glistening with droplets of water cascading down his physique. He turned to her, his hands gliding down her hips, gripping them with a firm yet gentle touch.

“And where was yo’ fine ass at? leaving me like that.” She chuckled at him while trailing her fingers down his tattooed chest. “Was daddy looking for his baby?”

He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips, “hell yeah I was looking for you princess, tryna run from this dick huh?”

“Ain’t nobody running baby, I was fixing us some breakfast downstairs. I ain’t scared.”

With a mischievous grin, Jimmy held her legs tightly around his waist, pressing her body against the icy shower wall, where she could sense his arousal pressing against her.

She held onto his neck tightly as he showered her neck with soft, lingering kisses that trailed down to her chest, eliciting soft moans from her at his unexpected caress. “J-Jimmy, Baby.”

“What mama? Can daddy get some hm?”

“You know I’m not gonna deny you, but I want us to eat first before the food gets cold.”

“A’ight then lil mama, we can do that but afterwards imma fuck the shit out of you.” She smiled and nodded while they shared a playful shower, exchanging kisses and flirtatious glances throughout.

—

Jimmy and Jey sat side by side during their interviews, engaging with numerous people about the tag team division in the company and speculating on who might seize the titles from their grasp.

During their conversation with the fans who had inquiries, one fan posed a question to Jimmy.

“Jimmy, do you have a special person in your life right now?” The fan asked as Jimmy and Jey looked at each other.

He truly did, and Genesis was his one and only, the girl who brought a smile to his face every single day they spent together.

“Yes, I do have someone special in my life right now besides my twin brother.” Jimmy replied.

“What is she like?”

Jimmy smiled, “she’s like a breath of fresh air and she calms my spirits down whenever I’m upset about anything and would always be there for me. She's a quiet person that keeps to herself and I loved that about her.” Everyone in the audience was awed at his response about Genesis, which was true that he loved her dearly.

“Do you get to see her everyday and is she pretty?”

He chuckled at the fan, “of course I get to see her everyday and yes she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.” As the interview progressed and more questions about the tag team division were answered, the fan settled in, while Jimmy's thoughts drifted to Genesis. He wondered if she needed anything while spending time with the girls.

Despite the overwhelming thoughts of Genesis swirling in his mind, he remained determined to keep his focus and uphold his professionalism during the interviews and questions.

Once the interviews wrapped up, Jimmy made his way to the locker he shared with Jey, eager to address the issue plaguing his sweats. The thought of Genesis weighed heavily on his mind, feeling like it might just be his undoing. As he approached, he unexpectedly collided with Carmelo, and they exchanged a knowing glance.

“My fault dawg.” Just as Jimmy was about to turn and leave, Carmelo spoke up, grabbing his attention.

“Aye, you know Genesis right?” Carmelo asked.

He raised an eyebrow at him, “yeah, why?”

“She bad as hell ain’t she? Can’t believe someone had cuffed her up.” At this moment, he has captured Jimmy's complete focus, prompting a smirk in response to Carmelo's remarks about Genesis. “Yeah, she is bad as hell. too bad someone did cuff her up.”

“Man who you telling the way her ass was jiggling in that robe of hers I had to tap that.” The moment Jimmy admitted to licking the bottom of his lips while chuckling, his facial expression shifted dramatically.

Why didn’t she tell him about this?

“You wanna repeat that pretty boy?”

“What? That I tap that as—“ before he could even finish the sentence Jimmy delivered a fierce slap to his face, making Carmelo stagger slightly, his expression twisted in anger. “Yo! The fuck is yo’ issue?”

“I’d fucking trend lightly when it comes to my girl dawg, you got me?” That’s when Carmelo realized that Jimmy was indeed Genesis' boyfriend.

“That’s yo’ girl uce? Genesis is your girlfriend?” He asked.

“Hell yeah, that’s my girl and you over here being desperate for her when she’s already taken so you better move the fuck around.” Carmelo wasn't one to back down, but given their public setting, he needed to maintain a professional demeanor with her.

“Man, whatever dawg.”

He clicked his tongue at Jimmy before striding off, leaving Jimmy to exhale heavily. Frustration simmered within him, both from anger and a longing for Genesis, who was out with her friends, and he didn't want to disturb her night.

As he entered the locker room, he swung the door shut behind him and sank onto the sofa, tugging down his sweatpants and boxers. His impressive eight-inch member sprang up, brushing against his stomach, with pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He seized his phone, approached the camera, and hit record as he slicked his hand with saliva, rhythmically stroking himself while leaning back into the sofa, lost in thoughts of Genesis.

He imagined her hands gliding up and down his shaft, or the sensation of him thrusting into her throat until she could barely handle it; the thought alone drove him wild. “I miss you baby, fuck.” He emitted a low groan as vivid images of her enveloping him filled his mind, the sensation overwhelming him completely.

He found himself lost in memories of her riding him passionately, her cries of his name echoing in his ears as she pleaded for more, completely consumed by desire—Jimmy cherished the way she would soothe him, gently caressing his head during moments of discomfort and exploring every inch of his body with her tender touch.

He moistened his lips and pulled them in as he hurried along, his hand moving swiftly, leaving his legs trembling with weakness.

“Fuck, baby. Daddy misses you so much.” His body went rigid, and his legs shook with anticipation as he imagined all the things he longed to do with her upon her return.

As he quickened his pace, he could feel himself growing firmer in his grip, his thumb smoothly caressing the tip. A moan escaped his lips, calling out her name, while his body trembled, almost causing him to lose hold of his phone.

His eyes snapped open as a wave of tension gripped his stomach, signaling that he was just moments away from reaching his peak.

“Genesis, oh baby. fuckk.” He whispered softly while quickening his steps, feeling his muscles tense yet staying motionless.

Jimmy's mind was entirely occupied by Genesis, the girl he adores and treats to lavish outings. The one he passionately loves every night, holding her legs high as he hears her call out his name, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. His beloved Genesis.

In the depths of his mind, he could hear her voice echoing back, “you gonna cum for me daddy?” With him responding in a low but deep tone, “y-yes mamas, I’m finna nut baby. Daddy is finna nut for you.” He moaned with a low growl escaping his lips.

He heard it again, “I wanna have your babies daddy, I want them all big daddy.” In that moment, his body reacted as powerful waves of warmth surged from him, sending him into a dizzying state of ecstasy. “Genesis, shiiit, Gigi baby.” A soft whimper escaped his lips as he came down from his high. Jimmy's breaths grew labored, his heart pounding as he sensed the heat emanating from his body.

He halted the video recording and promptly dispatched it to Genesis without a moment's pause. As he placed his phone down, he felt the sticky residue on his hand and thighs, prompting him to grab some paper towels for a quick clean-up. At that moment, a knock echoed from the locker room door.

“Yo! Uce! You good in there twin!” Jey hollered behind the door.

Shit All he could focus on while tidying up his chaos was ensuring it didn't look like he had just indulged in a moment of self-pleasure moments before.

“Yeah! I’m good Uce! I’ll be out there in a few!” Jimmy adjusted his sweatpants and boxers as he heard his phone start to beep.

When he grabbed it he had seen that Genesis liked the video he had sent along with a message.

Gigi🤍: daddy misses his baby?

He smiled at the message before replying back.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I miss you baby daddy wants his lil girl home 😩

Gigi🤍: I’ll be home daddy that was a lot coming out from you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m sexually frustrated baby

Gigi🤍: ik daddy just be patient for me please 🥺

He despised the way she kept him waiting when all he wanted was her presence right then and there, and he truly meant it.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: how long you gonna be out? You need me to send you some money?

Gigi🤍: I won’t be out for that long baby and maybe to get my nails done and toes so you can suck on em while you’re bending me up like pretzel 🙂‍↕️

The image of her contorted like a pretzel as he ravaged her sent a rush of desire through him, reigniting his arousal.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: lil freak aren’t you baby? I’ll send some over

Gigi🤍: I’m a lil freak for you daddy you brought that side out of me

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mhm sure did princess got me all bricked up at these interviews baby

Gigi🤍: lemme see

Jimmy lowered his sweatpants and boxers, watching as his erection sprang to life before he quickly pulled his sweats back up.

Gigi🤍: hmm daddyyy it’s so big

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you can take it like you always do Gigi

Gigi🤍: might run from it

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: and I might have yo’ ass bent the fuck over with those arms behind yo’ back if you do don’t run from me 😈

Gigi🤍: okay daddy okay I promise but I’ll be home soon okay I love you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too baby

As Jimmy slid his phone into his pocket, he opened the door to find Jey standing there, phone in hand, looking up at him expectantly.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m straight c’mon let’s go.”

—

Rockstar Nails & Spa - Nail Salon Kansas City, Missouri. - 5:30PM

Genesis and her friends were at the nail salon, pampering their nails and toes while sharing some scandalous gossip about the other girls, revealing secrets about who was secretly hooking up or about to be let go.

As Genesis sat lost in thought, her mind kept drifting back to the video Jimmy had sent her, where he was pleasuring himself and whispering her name—his longing for her was palpable during her absence, and she cherished that devotion, knowing that most men wouldn't show such care for their partner like Jimmy did.

Amidst the haze of Jimmy's moans and groans, she caught Jade's voice calling out to her, prompting her to shift her focus towards Jade.

“Girl, you’ve been so quiet lately. Is everything okay?” Jade asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay girl. Just thinking right now.” Genesis replied with a reassuring smile.

“About what? Yo’ nigga? Is Jimmy missing you right now?” She could easily make a comment like that, fully aware of her best friend's curiosity about her and Jimmy—Genesis nodded in agreement.

That’s when Jackie chimed in, “Gigi, is the dick bomb or what? I heard from a lot of girls in the locker room saying how that Samoan dick is dangerous.” Every girl in the room turned their gaze towards Genesis, anticipation hanging in the air. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she averted her eyes, grinning widely while the girls collectively gasped in surprise.

“Gigiii, is that dick really good?” Bianca asked.

“Oh my god, yes it’s like the best thing ever Binky.” Genesis reacted, her thoughts swirling with the memory of their passionate encounter on the bed after breakfast this morning.

As she cried out his name with fervor, her legs draped over his shoulders, he drove into her with such intensity that she erupted in pleasure, soaking him completely and leaving a damp mark on her underwear.

His voice echoed in her thoughts, asserting its presence over her. “this my pussy baby, this shit belongs to daddy c’mon squirt on me some more baby let it all out.”

His deep, raspy voice guiding her through it left her utterly undone. “There she goes mamas, look at you making a mess all over me this morning fuck baby.” It had her rubbing her thighs together.

“I see Jimmy has been putting in that work he got our girl glowing like a damn Christmas lights.” Genesis rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. The memory of Carmelo's earlier slap on her backside lingered uncomfortably, igniting a fierce urge within her to retaliate and express her frustration.

Bianca begins to say, “so Gigi, personal question. Do you and Jon want to have kids?” Genesis looked back at her with a smile on her face.

“Yes, of course. We talked about it all the time in the middle of the night when we couldn't sleep. We already have names covered, you know, just deep conversations.” She said.

For some time now, Jimmy has expressed his desire to have children, a sentiment that blossomed after Cody introduced him to her. She believed he would make an excellent father, yet lately, he has been taking risks by not using protection and relying on Plan B afterward, which has left her feeling anxious.

She had kept silent about it, unsure of how to approach the topic, so she decided to let it be until she felt prepared to discuss it. She had been considering getting birth control to allow him the freedom to climax inside her whenever he desired, but she was still uncertain if she was ready for that step.

The idea of being pregnant again filled her with fear, making her hesitant about having more children. The painful memories of her experience with Quincy and the heartbreak of losing their first child weighed heavily on her. The stress and physical pain she endured due to his lack of commitment haunted her, leaving her terrified of the prospect.

“Has marriage been talked about during those late night conversations?”

Marriage.

a healthy marriage.

Genesis nodded her head, “it has every once in a while but that’ll happen sooner or later.”

Genesis desired Jimmy as her husband, yet she was filled with fear. She wasn't entirely ready for marriage or motherhood due to her past experiences, but she also worried that if she made him wait, he might walk away, and that was something she couldn't bear.

“You don’t believe it’ll happen?” Jackie asked.

“No, I do. It’s just you guys know I’ve been through a lot and I just don’t wanna move fast with this you know? I love Jon a lot but ion wanna rush into anything.” Genesis replied.

“Of course girl we understand completely, I hate the fact that Quincy messed that up for you and then with Zilla around acting all crazy and shit I see why Jon is so crazy about you.”

Yeah he was indeed crazy, crazy as hell at that.

“Did I tell yall I ran into Carmelo this morning? That nigga was flirting hella hard with me and slapped my ass too.” The girls gasped while looking at her. “For real? Does Jon know about this? Because he will beat his ass.”

She shook her head, “I haven’t told him about it yet, ion like seeing him all angry.”

“We understand but that’s his job to feel angry because some dude is tryna hit on his girl so of course that will be his first reaction.” They weren’t wrong, it was his job to protect her from anyone and be there for her especially if they do things like that.

Can you really fault him? He's already contemplating harming his cousin, and who knows what he'll do to Carmelo if he discovers the truth. As the gossip continued to swirl, Genesis noticed Jimmy's name flashing on her notifications.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Gigi

She texted him back.

Gigi🤍: yes? Why does it feel like I’m in trouble 😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you not but why you ain’t tell me that Carmelo fat head ass was flirting with you?

Gigi🤍: I told you how I am with telling you stuff like that

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: and I told you, you can’t be hiding stuff like that from me Gigi

Gigi🤍: I’m sorry 😔

She felt bad for not telling him about it this morning. It just slipped her mind completely.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m not mad at you baby

Gigi🤍: you promise?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yes baby I just need you to communicate with me more aight?

Gigi🤍: okay 🙂

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yall almost done?

Gigi🤍: yeah I’m getting my toes done rn and I think you’ll like em 🙂‍↕️

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: hmm can’t wait to see yo’ cute ass

Gigi🤍: me too I miss you and the girls are over here gossiping 😭😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: you’ll see me baby just have fun with yo’ girls aight

Gigi🤍: okayyy see you boo I love you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I love you too mamas 🫶🏽

Genesis set her phone aside, having caught Jade speaking to her.

“Was that Jimmy? He misses you huh?” Jade asked.

“Yes, he misses me.” Genesis replied.

“Oh girl if you wanna be with yo’ man go ahead.” Genesis laughed softly, shaking her head as she watched her friend getting a pedicure; she found it unbearable when her best friend playfully teased her.

“He can wait.”

“The more he’ll wait the more he’ll pound you into the bedsheets.” Genesis had hit Jade on her shoulders while feeling her face being flushed all over again. “Oh my god, bitch you’re so annoying.”

She chuckled at her best friend, “what? I’m just speaking the truth Gigi, I know he be having you screaming from the top of your lungs.”

Genesis covered her ears like a little kid not wanting to hear any more of her best friends' shenanigans at the moment.

As Genesis concluded her interview with The Alpha Academy, she reached for her phone and walked toward the camera to check her makeup. Just then, she heard someone calling her name from behind. Turning around, she spotted Carmelo approaching, prompting a deep sigh from her.

With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, she shot him a piercing glare that conveyed her disapproval. “What’s up Melo?”

“Nun, little girl. Was just checking you out.” Carmelo said as he had a cocky smile on his face.

“Checking me out? You know I got a nigga right? He’s crazy.” Carmelo chuckled at her while placing his hands over his hips.

“Yeah, his big Samoan ass ain’t gonna do shi. I’m just tryna talk to you shawty.” This situation was becoming increasingly awkward for her. What gives the guys from the NXT roster the impression that they can waltz in here and act however they please?

“Well ion have nun to say to you Melo, I got things to do.” She was being completely dishonest to dodge a conversation with Carmelo, who was merely flirting with her as she tried to leave. Just then, he caught her by the arm, halting her in her tracks.

“C’mon shawty why you being like that?” Carmelo questioned her as she yanked her arm away from him.

“Nigga because I have a nigga? What the fuck else do I gotta explain to yo’ stupid ass that I have a nigga?” Genesis rasped as she felt herself getting irritated by the second.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed Jimmy approaching from behind Genesis, his hand resting possessively around her waist while she gazed up at his towering 6'3" frame.

Carmelo felt Jimmy's gaze cutting into his very being, leaving him shaken to the core.

“Everything good over here mamas.” Jimmy asked as he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“Yeah, I was just about to head out to get something to eat until Melo over here wanted to talk.” As she looked up at him with her innocent, doe-like eyes, the way he gazed down at her with his alluring stare sent a rush of warmth pooling in her panties.

He shot a quick look at Carmelo before turning back to her with a grin that was anything but innocent; it was the kind of smile that screamed 'I’ll take you out if you don’t stop chatting with my girl' as he tousled his hair.

“He wanted to talk huh? Was it important if not you can get to steppin dawg.” Genesis sensed the palpable tension in the air as they locked eyes, each gaze heavy with unspoken words.

Carmelo scoffed at him, “we was just talking dawg no need to get protective.”

“That’s my job as her man to protect her so I would advise you tread lightly you got me?” As Carmelo turned away from the couple, he rolled his eyes in exasperation. In that moment, Genesis stepped in front of Jimmy, embracing him by wrapping her arms around his neck.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he looked down at her petite frame, while she rose onto her tippy toes to press her lips against his.

“You look sexy being all protective and angry baby.” Genesis complimented.

“I do huh?” Their faces hovered just inches apart, with their noses gently brushing against one another.

“Yeah, you do. And I know you’ve been waiting patiently for me.” She kissed his lips while he responded to it. “Hell yeah, got me out here waiting and shi with these fools tryna flirt with you ion like that you belong to me.”

She showered him with additional kisses, sparking an intense make-out session that surrounded them both. Their lips intertwined slowly and passionately as Jimmy tenderly lifted her thighs, guiding her onto the nearby equipment box, settling himself between her legs.

His hands slid down to cupped her ass cheeks with a squeeze pressing his stiff member between her legs.

Their tongues twirled playfully within each other's mouths as Genesis nibbled on his lower lip, tugging it back before diving back into the kiss, blending their warm saliva together.

“I’m sorry daddy.” She murmured between his lips.

He smirked before speaking, “you gon’ be sorry when I fuck this pussy up huh?” He murmured back.

His voice resonated with a deep, gravelly tone as he spoke to her, igniting a wave of desire that left her feeling more aroused than ever before. He kissed a path from her lips to her jawline, descending to her neck, where he suckled gently, claiming her as his own. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, surrendering to the moment.

“Where you want it huh? Right here ain’t nobody coming.” She had never engaged in public intimacy before, and the mere thought of being discovered sent her anxiety soaring to new heights.

But she loved the danger.

She playfully tugged at his waistband, urging him to remove it, while she slid down her pants and panties, revealing her glistening wetness in the light, signaling that she was fully prepared for him.

“Hmm, nasty as fuck mamas. Wanna do this shit out in the open.” Without hesitation, Jimmy entered her slick warmth, driving his hips deeply as she clung to his neck for balance.

“Fuck, this pussy wet as fuck baby.” Jimmy grunted.

“Yes, right there Jimmy. Right there.” Genesis moaned softly.

“Right here baby? Huh?” He teased her as she experienced the sensation of him pressing against her cervix, making her arch her back in ecstasy.

He pressed his lips to hers again, the kiss fierce and passionate, their teeth colliding as he thrust into her with an intensity unmatched. He quickened his rhythm, the sound of his hips crashing against her thighs reverberating through the corridors.

He explored various depths within her slick warmth, as she softly whispered his name, meant solely for his ears.

“This my fucking pussy ain’t it princess.”

“Y-yes, fuck Jimmy. This is all yours baby.”

“It’s mine?” He plunged deeper into her, pushing her to the brink as waves of ecstasy clouded her thoughts. “Yess, Daddy. It’s all yoursss.” Hearing her whine through his thrust satisfied him deeply.

At that moment, she could sense the head of his member pressed firmly against her cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, while her nails clawed into his skin, eliciting a sharp hiss from him, though he welcomed the pain.

Their foreheads touched as they locked eyes, his lips brushing against hers before he pulled back, both of them captivated by the sight of his shaft gliding in and out of her, her creamy essence enveloping him, making it effortless for him to thrust deeply.

He effortlessly encouraged her to embrace her wild side, never imagining they would end up making love in the very workplace they shared.

At that moment, they heard footsteps approaching, prompting Jimmy to swiftly cover her mouth with his big hand. He moved slowly, his face conveying a silent warning. Fortunately, they were hidden from view, the sound of someone chatting on the phone masking their actions.

With deliberate intent, Jimmy thrust deeper into her, eliciting a gasp as her eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensation of her own arousal.

After the individual departed, Jimmy released his grip from her mouth, leaving her in a daze, her lips parted in shock as he walked away, rendering her utterly speechless.

She repeatedly tightened and relaxed around him, eliciting a soft grunt from his lips.

He encircled her throat with his hand, gazing deep into her soul as he witnessed her unraveling before him. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if she were floating on cloud nine.

“You so dangerous mamas got me out here fucking you like a slut.” Jimmy growled. “You my slut baby?”

“I’m your slut daddy, I’m your good slut daddy. Shit daddy.” Genesis managed to breathe out.

“Nobody can’t fuck you like I can baby?”

“You do it the best daddyyy, nobody can beat this pussy up like you do. Fuck I love you Jimmy.” She sensed her abdomen clenching as the waves of pleasure surged closer, the climax approaching rapidly.

He kissed her lips, “I love you too mamas.” He was rotating his hips, skillfully stimulating her g-spot repeatedly until she could no longer handle it, tapping on his shoulders for a break.

“Un-Un, you gon’ wait until I tell you cum you hear me.” He rasped, causing her to whine at his request.

“Dadddy, I can’t take it anymore.” She whined.

He gave her left ass cheek a smack while he gripped her throat a little bit tighter not trying to hurt her but to show off his dominance. “Take this fucking dick like you been doing baby. And hold that shit.” His voice lowered several tones as he spoke, thrusting deeply into her.

He thrust powerfully into her, her moans resonating around them, overshadowed solely by the thunderous impact of their bodies meeting with intensity.

The air thickened with an intoxicating aroma of longing, and as tears cascaded down her cheeks, she craved freedom. Consumed by emotion, she loosened her hold on her legs, trying to push him away from her waist, only to be met again with the sharp slap of his hand on her left thigh.

“Un-Un don’t fucking run now, c’mere and take it.”

“Daddy please, please please. Can I cum baby?” Her desperate plea for him to allow her to completely surrender herself to him ignited a thrilling desire within him.

“Keep begging for me baby, tell daddy how much you loved this dick I want everyone to know who you belong to.” He plunged into her on the apparatus, experiencing the familiar surge of desire as he approached the height of ecstasy. “Jimmy!”

“I love it so much Jimmy, this is best dick I ever had daddy please let me cummm.” She was on the edge of madness, her fingers digging into his back, drawing a quick gasp of pain from him, but he appeared completely unaffected by it. “tell me some more baby.”

She lost it, “fuckkkk I love you daddy, I love this dick soo much daddy. cum inside of me daddy please fuckk.” A rush of feeling washed over her as it smoothly wrapped around him, warmth flowing down her legs, her body quaking beneath him—overcome and drained.

With every forceful push, his actions grew more erratic, a deep growl rumbling from his throat as he savored the feeling, rivulets of sweat streaming down his back and chest.

The air surrounding them was an intriguing mix of warmth and chill. She held him close as Jimmy withdrew from the kiss, nestling his face into the gentle curve of her neck. “I’m about to fucking nut Gigi, shit I’m about to nut. Lemme cum inside of you.”

“Yes daddy cum inside of me, fill me up with your nut.”

“Mhm, lemme fill this pussy up baby.”

He leaned his head back, his eyes swirling as he pushed into her, his hold strong around her neck.

“Oh, F-fuck. Gigiii fuck.” A low, primal groan escaped his beautiful lips as he felt his warmth surge forth in thick streams, completely filling her as she clung to him with fervor.

He entered her gently, ensuring that none of his essence escaped before withdrawing, observing the mingling of their fluids—he buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily as their chests rose and fell in unison.

Her body quivered with excitement as she clung to his waist, savoring his soft, wet kisses on her neck. She caressed her thighs to calm her racing heart—his lips journeyed from her neck to her jawline, finally meeting hers in a passionate embrace. They shared a moment of bliss before gently parting, their foreheads resting against one another.

She looked into his eyes innocently biting the bottom of her lips.

Jimmy begins to say “Fuck, you too fucking pretty for your own good baby.” He said. “You would look so good having my kids, but I know you don’t want that right now. I'm sorry this is becoming a thing.” He apologized.

Genesis shakes her head cupping his face with her small hands, “it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I wouldn’t mind having your kids one day but for right now let’s just focus on us first.”

“It just feels good to nut inside of you, I wanna keep filling you up with my nut.”

“I know you do, but we can’t keep making this a habit. It'll mess up my ph balance, especially taking them plan b pills, be scaring me too.”

He gave a nod as he adjusted his sweatpants and boxers, assisting Genesis in doing the same, her body unsteady after their recent workout.

He grasped her perspective, wishing to ensure she felt at ease with their actions, while also aiming to concentrate on their mutual growth.

“A’ight then baby, lemme go run to the store to get that pill okay?” Jimmy said.

With a playful chuckle, Jimmy assisted her to her feet, noticing her wobbly knees. He scooped up her belongings and lifted her into his arms in a bridal carry, striding confidently toward the exit.

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Kansas City Marriott Country Club Plaza - 10:45PM

As Jimmy lounged on the bed, engrossed in his TV show, Genesis lay beneath the blankets, blissfully unaware and softly snoring after a long night.

She lay nestled among the pillows, her body curled on her stomach, as Jimmy gently massaged her back in soothing circles, allowing her to drift into a peaceful slumber. While he watched TV, the sudden buzz of his phone interrupted the tranquility, prompting him to reach for it and check a text from his twin brother.

He unlocked his phone while seeing what Jey wanted at the moment.

Twin⚡️: yo twin

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’s up?

Twin⚡️: why the fuck is Carmelo on Instagram talking shit

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’chu mean?

That’s when Jey had sent a screenshot from Carmelo’s instagram story saying how he would crack Genesis if she wasn’t with that Samoan bitch and that made Jimmy feel some type of way.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: he must’ve thought this shit was a game he don’t know how crazy I can get

Twin⚡️: say the word and we’ll jump his ass I got his hotel room number

Jimmy glanced at Genesis, who was nestled in a serene slumber, then shifted his gaze back to his phone—he realized she would be disheartened to find him missing from their bed when she awoke.

But he wasn’t finna let some NXT bitch talk shit about her or him period.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: c’mon let’s go and hurry back before Genesis wakes up being pissed at me.

Twin⚡️: aight bet

With that, Jimmy rose from the bed, sliding his phone into his pocket as he glanced over at Genesis to ensure she was sound asleep before he quickly donned a shirt and slipped on his slides.

At that moment, he noticed Genesis stirring in her slumber, rolling onto her side, the blankets snugly wrapped around her form.

As Jimmy quietly closed the door behind him, he took hold of the card key, careful not to disturb Genesis, who was still asleep, while he noticed his twin brother making his way down the hallway.

They exchanged friendly daps before embracing tightly, then released each other as they strolled towards Carmelo's hotel room.

“Is Gigi sleeping?” Jey asked.

“Yeah, she was asleep before I left. I pray she doesn't wake up all grumpy.” Jimmy replied as Jey chuckled at him.

“Aye twin, that’s yo’ girl dawg. You can handle her grumpiness.” His brother was right; Jimmy was capable of managing her emotions, even when she was hurt by his departure without a word.

They veered left, making their way down the corridor towards Carmelo's hotel room—Jimmy was serious about Genesis and how these guys at work were trying to hit on her whenever she was alone.

As they reached the door, Jey pounded on it while he and Jimmy stood poised, eager for a confrontation. When Carmelo finally swung the door open, he was met with their intense stares, as if he were a target waiting to be hunted.

“The fuck is yall doing here?” Carmelo questioned them.

Jimmy and Jey exchanged glances before turning their attention to Carmelo. With a swift motion, Jimmy seized Carmelo by the neck, constricting his breath, while Jey firmly closed the door. Jimmy pressed Carmelo against the wall, and Jey delivered a powerful punch to his stomach, eliciting a pained groan from Carmelo as he doubled over in distress.

He released his grip on Carmelo's throat just as Jimmy landed a powerful right hook to his face, while Jey delivered a swift knee to his stomach, sending him crashing down to his knees.

Jimmy had tugged at his hair, forcing him to face him, his gaze cutting deep into his very essence. “You not talking shit no more huh pretty boy?” Jimmy rasped.

“Talkin allat that shit about cracking my girl if she wasn’t with me? Nah see ion okay about Gigi but u didn’t listen when I told yo’ ass the first time.” He hurled Carmelo across his hotel room like a toy, crashing him to the floor with force.

He mounted him and relentlessly pounded his face, blood streaming from his nose and lips. Finally, Carmelo summoned enough strength to shove him away, delivering a powerful right hook that sent Jimmy crashing into the chair behind him, giving Melo the upper hand.

Carmelo was mercilessly pummeling him, delivering brutal kicks to his gut until Jey appeared from behind, wrapping his arm around him and cutting off his breath. Jimmy staggered to his feet, feeling the sting of blood trickling from his split lip—Melo had left his mark.

He ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the metallic taste of blood, like a wild man charging at Carmelo, delivering a brutal punch to his gut that forced blood to spill from his mouth—this was merely a warning.

He seized an empty chair and slammed it into his stomach, eliciting a cry of agony. He continued this brutal assault repeatedly until he finally hurled the chair to the floor.

Jimmy had cradled his chin making him look at him as Carmelo was trying to fight off from Jey’s grasp.

“The next time you wanna post some shit about my girl I won’t hesitate to put you in the fucking hospital you got me?” Jimmy said.

Carmelo shook his head in frustration as Jey released his grip, sending him crashing to the ground. He glared up at the twins, seething with anger, yet he knew better than to provoke them after the beating he had just endured.

Jimmy glanced at his bruised knuckles, tenderly rubbing them before he and Jey stormed out, slamming the door behind them and leaving Carmelo in a pool of blood.

Jimmy and Jey strolled back to his hotel room, gazing at one another.

“You think she’s gonna trip?” Jimmy asked.

Jey shrugged his shoulders before saying something, “may—“ At that moment, the hotel room door swung open, revealing Genesis with her arms crossed and a serious look on her face as she caught sight of the twins staring back at her.

She gazed at Jimmy, her heart sinking as she spotted his split lip and battered knuckles. Concern washed over her features as she gently cupped his chin, studying his face. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, realizing he had found himself in trouble again.

“Get in the room now, so I can treat your wound.” She said sternly.

He gave his brother a quick pat before stepping into the room. Genesis flashed a smile at Jey, wishing him goodnight as she closed the door, then moved towards her purse to gather the supplies needed to tend to his injury.

Without uttering a word, she observed him as he yanked his shirt off, carelessly tossing it aside, revealing his chiseled physique and flexing muscles. Once she gathered what she needed, she approached him, positioning herself between his legs.

He looked up at her, noticing the irritation etched on her face while his hands rested on her waist, drawing her nearer as she settled onto his lap, straddling him. She started to soak a cotton ball with peroxide, cautioning him about the impending sting.

She gently pressed the damp cotton against his split lip, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him. She reassured him that the sting would be brief as she tended to the injury on his lower lip.

A hush enveloped them as she concentrated on tending to his injury, feeling his hand glide down her backside, gently cradling her curves while his gaze remained fixed on her careful movements.

“You mad at me baby?” Jimmy asked in a deep raspy tone.

She took a glance at him then back at his wound causing him to squeeze her ass cheeks. “Babyyyy talk to me mama I’m sorry.” He begged.

Genesis finished tending to his wound, discarding the blood-soaked cotton ball into the nearby trash. He then rose from his lap and walked over to the table, where he began to return her belongings to her purse.

As she engaged in her task, she suddenly felt two powerful arms encircle her waist, accompanied by soft, lingering kisses trailing down her back, prompting her to turn and meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry baby, don’t be mad at me. I had to let Melo know what it was. I can't let him disrespect you mama.”

Understanding his instinct to shield her, Genesis let out a deep sigh and embraced him tightly, knowing she couldn't hold any anger towards him.

She softly pressed her lips against his before withdrawing, "I'm not angry, just let me know next time, okay? I really dislike it when you don't inform me about your whereabouts, particularly if you're with Jey," she expressed.

“My fault mamas, didn’t mean to leave like that.” He found himself captivated by her nightgown, which clung to her curves perfectly, prompting him to lift her by her legs and wrap them around his waist.

He guided her to the bed, gently pressing her onto the cool sheets while he hovered above her, planting playful, wet kisses along her neck, making her giggle in delight.

Her fingers wove through his hair as he teasingly tickled her sides, making her squirm with delight beneath his playful touch.

“Jimmyyyy stoppp.” She begged while trying to fight him off of her laughing.

“Or what?” His voice resonated with a deep, husky timbre that sent a shiver down her spine, leaving her feeling damp and sticky against her thighs.

“Imma bite the fuck out of you Jimmy, get up.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “you gon’ bite me mama?”

“Hell yeah imma bite you if you don’t get yo’ big ass off of me.” She began to engage in a playful struggle, kicking at him and wrapping her legs around his head in an attempt to choke him, but he retaliated by biting her thighs.

With a swift motion, she pushed him aside as she rose from the bed, both of them standing tall and exchanging smirks. They were locked in a playful standoff, each waiting for the other to make a move. But she was the first to act, dashing towards him and attempting to tackle him onto the bed. Her plan succeeded, sending him sprawling back onto the sheets with her landing triumphantly on top.

She bent closer to his neck, playfully nibbling and leaving love bites that made him hiss in response to the sharp sting, all while she gently sucked on his skin.

“You not playing fair mama.” Jimmy said.

“I don’t care you deserve it.” Genesis replied as she continued to place hickies on his neck.

As she whimpered, she felt his hand land on her ass with a sharp smack, prompting him to flip her over and draw her closer to his hips. He pinned her arms above her head, locking eyes with her as she gazed up at him with an innocent expression.

He kissed her lips a few times before interlacing his fingers with hers.

“You too fucking pretty baby, I can’t wait to marry yo’ cute ass and have my kids.” She recalls the moment Quincy expressed his doubts, which made her question Jimmy's sincerity; however, deep down, she understood that Jimmy was different from Quincy—he was genuine.

“You wanna marry me?”

“Of course I do baby, I want you to be mine forever.” Jimmy pressed his lips against hers while she encircled his neck with her arms, drawing him nearer to intensify the kiss as he nestled between her legs.

His fragrance danced in her nostrils as he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

“I love you Gigi.” Jimmy said.

“I love you too Jimmy, I’m so glad you came into my life.”

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a/n: Carmelo better watch out because Jimmy does not play with it comes to Genesis so he better tread lightly fr fr.

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red-dye40 · 2 days ago

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LOOK EVERYONE BEE'S MAKING ANOTHER LONG TEXT POST!

LET'S ALL READ IT AND REALLY REALLY ABSORB EVERY LAST WORD!

Hello, it's me, Bee. I'm typing with proper capitalization to show you how serious this post is.

Recently, and especially yesterday, I've been getting increasingly upsetting and alarming engagement from fans (it feels stupid saying "fans" but also maybe my overfamiliarity is part of what's biting me in my huge ass.)

I am always of the mindset of letting people do their freak shit, never yucking anyone's yum, etc etc, but I think I have to start being a lot more explicit about where I stand on some things.

First of all, I want to specify upfront that Newfag Runs The Gauntlet is a work of fiction, and what's more, it's very explicit social commentary. You are Not supposed to root for Newf. He is purposefully Not A Good Person. That goes for pretty much everyone in NFRTG in fact; like, yes the CrowdSauce posts are funny and ridiculous, but if you find yourself reading some of the more violent and disturbing parts of those threads and being like "woah that's just like me!" then I urge you to understand that it's not a Good thing.

NFRTG isn't written to be representation for paraphiles or radqueers. I in fact do not use either of those terms to describe myself, because I personally am deeply uncomfortable with how broad and vague and muddy the definitions are, and how it invites and potentially encourages some really unsavory behavior. NFRTG is a cautionary tale first and foremost. It's a horror novel because it is SCARY how willingly all these characters agree to ruin people's lives for a laugh. It's also FUNNY because I am very funny :) and it's HOT and you can think it's HOT because I do! And definitely write parts of it to be hot and horny! That's part of the horror, too! Not knowing whether you're disturbed or disgusted or aroused! But please please please know that these characters are Not the good guys. There are really no good guys to be found. Intentionally. And that's not a Good Thing.

I'm going to take a big big BIG step back from fandom engagement for my own sake. There inevitably comes a point where creators kind of can't afford to keep up intense fan engagement and I think I'm there, so I'm gonna untrack my tags and let you all have your fun without mommy breathing down your neck. If you want me to see something, you can tag me or submit it to the site for sure! I WANT to see your art and writing and theories and all that! I LOVE it! I just don't think I need to be privy to ALL of it.

My closing remark is I am so grateful and so lucky to have gotten such a following so fast. Pretty much everyone I've interacted with has been very kind and sweet and curious, and I so admire that. What a lucky little bug I am! I want to keep feeling positively about my work and the impact it's having on others, so I urge everyone to approach NFRTG with a critical eye, understand that I am very much Pointing Out A Problem when I write characters doing or saying terrible things, understand that I very much Don't want people to kill themselves or each other, that I don't think these behaviors are just things we should turn our backs to. I was once a deeply suicidal, nihilistic, self-entitled channer who frequented gore sites and watched awful shit for fun. That was not good, and it took years of therapy for me to even START to unpack that and crawl out of that hole of self destruction. But I'm so much happier and healthier and better off now that I'm away from all that, and I will always encourage people to do the same. I really really would prefer it if people stayed alive and helped themselves and didn't harm others. That is my ask.

Thank you for your reading and I love you and I LIKE you. Please be safe and good :)

#nfrtg #newfag runs the gauntlet

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eeunoia · 3 days ago

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ENHYPEN Series

sinag | psh.

chapter fourteen

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 3k

warnings: contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some. (please be responsible and avoid fics that contains warnings that can trigger you.)

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Days passed by quickly, but for you it was so long since you’ve seen something that isn’t owned by Park Sunghoon. He had kept you hostage inside his big fancy mansion.

After what happened in that restaurant, he hasn’t taken you outside again. Maybe it was for the best. Just thinking that you may cause someone’s life being taken with no mercy again, haunts you.

He’s also being careful around you. Still very strict and limits the things you can do, but tries to treat you more softer. You have no idea if that’s a good thing, but as long as you’re not causing anyone trouble, it was fine.

“How was Aelia?” that was the first thing Jake asked Sunghoon the moment he stepped foot inside his office.

The man’s furrowed brows indicates that there’s no progress with your relationship. Jake doesn’t even need to ask twice and there’s no need for Sunghoon to open his mouth.

“Was it you last night?” Jake asks again.

Sunghoon kept his eyes darted outside the big glass window of his office, staring at nowhere. Jake watched his friend silently. He thought he’s not going to respond, but he did.

“You said I need to be patient on her. Who do you think should receive my anger?” his eyes are stone cold, tone icy.

Jake sighed heavily and rest his back. He’s quite right about that. He had known him long enough to know that one of his was to let out steam is to go out killing people that messes with him.

“What’s your plan on her?”

“The same. But she’s surely testing my patience these days. I don’t think she’s afraid of me anymore.”

Jake pursed his lips, “Does she need to be afraid?”

Sunghoon sighs, “I would never hurt her. You know that.” and he looked at his friend.

“I know that.”

After a while, Jake decided to leave because he said he have some ‘important matter’ to deal with. Sunghoon almost scoffed right in front of his face. His friend is trying so hard to be sleak, but he knew that he’s trying to deal with that girl he met on that plane.

“Boss.” Sunghoon’s head lifted when Icarus entered his office.

He bows before proceeding on what he’s about to say. Sunghoon rests his back and just listen with a slightly occupied mind.

“I found where her parents live and also Mr. Sim gave me the address where she stays while working under your company.” he reported that made Sunghoon tilt his head over to the side.

“Let’s go visit her parents.” he decided and stood up.

Icarus nods his head and bows before waiting for him to leave the room first. Once the boss is out, his guards escorted him until he made it outside of the building and into his private parking lot.

He chose to ride one of his sports car as Icarus and the others follows him with their vehicles.

Since you’ve constantly informed Sunghoon about how it upsets you to leave your family and friends behind. He gave it a lot of thinking and realized that they must have been worried sick because you’ve been missing for almost a month.

Its not like he cares about them or their feelings. He cares about you and clearly, this affects you so much. If this can atleast make you feel better, he will do this. He doesn’t care if your family will hate him. All he thinks of is how he can support them as its what you’re main concern is.

Sunghoon couldn’t help but to smile a little, thinking how caring you are for your family. Just imagining you being like that towards him and your future family tugs every bit of his heart.

His car stops in front of a normal looking house by the edge of the town. Its located in a not so secure environment. His brows furrowed hardly, stressing out thinking that you used to live in this kind of place.

Icarus stands by the pathway towards the door. It seems like the neighborhood are filled with very curious people as they start to go out of their houses to check what’s going on.

Of course, they will be curious of it. Its not like everyday that multiple fancy vehicles parked on their street.

But once they got the view of Sunghoon coming out of his car, their faces turned pale and quickly tries to act as if they’re minding their own business.

He rolled his eyes and walked straight towards the door. He stood tall and proud while waiting. Icarus was the one who knocked on the door.

They waited for a few seconds before they heard a few shuffling sound from the other side of the door. A lady opened it, hairs have curlers while a cigarette placed between her lips.

Sunghoon’s brows creased at the sight of the mid-forties lady. His men are very certain when it comes to researching about people. He’s sure that they got it right and if he’s not mistaken, this lady in front of him is your mother.

“What do you want? Who are you people?” her rude tone almost made his brows raised. She’s so far from how you are.

“My boss wants to speak with you, Ma'am.” Icarus interrupted as he noticed how Sunghoon’s mood are slowly turning foul. He knew his boss very well.

“Why? I have no time!” she was about to close the door to them, but Icarus was fast enough to stop her. She seems pissed about it.

“Its about your daughter.” Sunghoon spoke and he saw how she seems very intimidated by how cold his tone was.

She quickly dismissed that emotion and replaced it in a much annoyed expression.

“What about her?! I don’t care about her! Why? Did she owe you some money?! Stop coming here because we won’t pay you anything!” her face was so red. Clearly letting him know how the two of you doesn’t have a good relation.

“That bitch is ungrateful! After we raised and feed her she will only give us a few amount of money every month?!” she huffed.

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched at what he heard. Even Icarus find it unbelievable that these words came out from someone you’re blood related to.

“Icarus...” Sunghoon called his attention while staring with piercing eyes towards your Mother.

“Boss?”

‘Get the gun and kill her.’ is what he wanted to say, but your face flashes through his mind. His heart burns in anger just by thinking how pure your heart is for still caring at such horrible people.

He let out a sigh, managing to calm down after remembering your face.

“Show her.” he commanded and with no hesitation, Icarus asked for the brief case that one of his men carries.

Your Mother was about to complain, but words got stuck on her throat at the sight of a stack of cash inside the briefcase. Her mouth gaps open, almost drooling. He almost scoffed at how pathetic she looks.

“A-Are you giving that t-to us, Sir?” now she’s polite.

“Yes.”

Her eyes sparkled and was about to stretch her arms, but Icarus closed it. Almost getting her hand caught in between.

“But I have conditions.” Sunghoon tilts his head and cocked at brow at her.

“Can we go inside and discuss it briefly?”

Your mother panicks to open the door widely for them. She couldn’t talk straightly and even calls someone out, informing them that they have visitors. He assumes its your bastard father.

“Who are these people? Why did you let them in our house, (Mom’s name)?” just like her, he seems unhappy because of them.

She was quick to shush him and even asked him to sit down at one of the sofas after offering Sunghoon the single sit. Icarus pat it clean that made your father’s brows furrow hardly. He’s thinking how arrogant this young man is.

“D-Do you want some water? We have tea!” your Mom offers.

Sunghoon shook his head, doesn’t really want to beat around the bush. He wants to leave already before he changes his mind and punish them both for how they treated you. He doesn’t need to hear the whole story of it. Just by how she talked about you a while ago was enough for him to put the pieces together.

“I don’t want to waste more of my time so I will be straight to the point.” he stated and tilted his head towards Icarus, commanding him to place the three briefcase filled with money over the counter table.

Your Father’s reaction was the same as your Mom’s. He seems like he completely forgot how he think of how such an asshole Sunghoon is. His eyes are totally focused on the money in front of them.

“I will give you this money. All of it...” he rests his back over the sofa, like a king claiming his throne.

“In exchange,” he starts that made them both look at him. Their desperate eyes tells him they will agree on everything he ask them to do.

“You will never look or bother your daughter ever again.”

“Did she do something stupid again?” your Mom asks a bit stingy.

He raised his brows. “You can have all of that, in return you will never come and see her at all cost. If someone asks you where she is, tell them she went somewhere far.”

Your Father, thristy of money nods his head and even stretches his hand to check if the money in front of them are legit. They are. Just then, he realized how big of a deal this young man is.

“Is she alive?” your Mom asked. Surprisingly, despite the hatred on her eyes, he noticed that she kept asking about you unlike your Father.

“That’s none of your business anymore.” Sunghoon said.

She stared at him and even before she can ask anything again, her husband spoke.

“Stop asking more questions! The important thing is we have all this money! We’re rich and she finally did something good.”

Sunghoon took everything in him to stop himself from punching your Father’s face hard until he’s knocked out.

He sighed and stood up. Your parents stood as well and bowed their heads. He went straight out from that house, making a promise inside his mind that he will not let these people mistreat you ever again.

“Where to, Boss?” Icarus asks while he heads towards his car.

“To the apartment Jake provided for her.” he said shortly. He was informed that your friend lives there with you. He wants to meet her as well.

A big part of Sunghoon wishes she’s way nicer than your parents. He’s seriously enraged thinking how awful this world is to an angel. He wants to start gunning everyone who wronged you but he knows that’s not the right thing to do. He’s winning you, as per his friends.

Its not a long drive actually, or he’s just really preoccupied during the whole ride to your apartment.

His eyes scanned the building and he realized it belongs to Jake. At least you are staying in a secured place, away from your parents.

Icarus and his body guard leaded him towards your floor and in front of the unit. They rang the doorbell with his signal and after a couple of minutes, the door opened.

A girl with a furrowed brows looked at the two of them like as if they both interrupted something very important.

“Who are you?” she asked Icarus seriously.

Sunghoon cocked a brow and already had a bad impression from her. How can she be this rude to people she’s just meeting for the first time?

“We’re looking for Lucie.” Icarus.

Now her eyes settled down on him as she raised a brow, “That’s me. What do you guys need?”

Icarus stared right through her eyes and normally, people starts feeling uneasy whenever he does that but for some reason this girl remains staring back. It makes him a bit… intrigued.

He snapped himself back to his senses and glances towards his boss.

“This is Park Sunghoon.” he indicates and he saw the instant horror over her face.

Now, that’s something Sunghoon enjoys seeing on people’s expression. He maintained the placid look on his face.

“May we come in? He wants to talk to you about something.”

“W-We can talk here.”

Sunghoon lets out a strained sigh, slowly getting impatient about all of this.

“It’s about Aelia.”

Now with the mention of your name, her face looked alarmed. It was obvious that it rings a bells. Her hand lets go from the door for the first time ever since she opens it for them. Her body that was hiding behind it, slowly appears over their eyes.

“A-Aelia? What about her?” she asked, tone sounding soft and longing.

For the very first time, Sunghoon saw someone who actually looks genuine to hear something from you.

Her worried expression vanished when he remained silent and she gave him this glares.

“What did you do to her?!” she accused and even stepped closer.

Icarus looked surprise at her actions. Not just she acts rudely towards them, but now shouts over Park Sunghoon despite knowing who he is.

If this is a normal situation, he would’ve take offense on what she just did. But since she seems like she cares for you, he ignores all of it.

“She’s all right.” once those words left his mouth, the look of relief showers over your friend’s face.

“Where is she? Is she with you?” she even tries to peak through the door to check if you’re there with them.

“No.” he shortly replied.

“Then where is she? And why are you here?”

He sighs, “Let’s talk inside.” he instruct and gave a look over Icarus.

He understands it right away and pushed the door open, a little enough to make your friend back away from it. She looks caught off guard and terrified, but still tries to keep his tough facade.

“Hey! Nobody allowed you to come here— Hey!” she says, obviously warry of what’s going to happen.

Sunghoon roams his eyes around the place. It looks neat and cozy. Something he would imagine how you will decorate your place. He felt something thugged in his heart and he slowly walks towards this side cabinet. His hand reaches for one of the frames where your picture is.

You looked so happy having that wide smile on your face. A part of him aches seeing you this happy. He has never seen you smile this big and genuinely ever since he had you.

He’s still spacing out while looking at your picture when a pair of hand grabbed it from him. Your friend glared over Sunghoon while hugging your picture like her life depends on it. His eyes dropped on it.

“Who said you can touch things inside our place?” she was fiesty, he would give that to her.

Sunghoon inhaled and tilt his head to the side.

“Icarus, give it to her.”

His assistant nods his head before motioning one of his other men to take the money he prepared for her.

Your friend looked confused as she waits for his return. Sunghoon kept staring at her, like trying to read her over her facial reactions.

When Icarus came back holding a briefcase filled with money, he saw how her eyes locked on it for a few seconds. He was expecting her to feel relaxed or have the slightest hint that she’s letting her guard down, but instead she gave him a bashful look.

“What’s this?” she asked and kept staring.

Sunghoon kept silent, analyzing that look on your friend’s face.

“This is money for—”

She loudly scoffed before crossing her arms, “Are you bribing me?”

Sunghoon’s brows twitched, irritated when she interrupted him while he’s saying something.

“Listen, Mr. Park.” she starts.

“I know who are you and all the bad things you’re doing. Yes, you have all the money and resources, but you cannot bribe me with money just to keep me quiet!”

Sunghoon tilts his head as he let out a strained sigh and shutting his eyes close for a while. This is surely draining his energy. Your friend is a bit handful, her personality if he’s being more accurate. He’s starting to wonder how on earth did someone as sweet as you managed to be friends with someone as loud as her?

“I am not bribing you.” he objected.

Your friend’s lips pursed, a bit embarrassed. Regardless, she tries hard not to show it on her face.

“That’s my way of taking care of the things Aelia left behind. Seeing you react like this, I assume your relationship with her is tight. She’ll hate it if she learned that I didn’t took care of you.” he deadpans.

Your friend stays silent for a bit while before she gasps loudly while pointing towards Sunghoon.

“Oh my god! Are you her sugar daddy?!” the sincere shock on her face made Sunghoon confused on what to feel.

In the end, he grimaced then turned his back at her. Now, he is kind of worried because he realized you have a crack head as a roommate.

“I’ll be leaving.”

“Wait! But where is she? Hey!” and her voice got muffled as she was left behind while Sunghoon head straight outside.

“She did what?!” Riki laughed as loud as he can while holding his stomach, hands slamming over to the conference table.

Sunghoon stared at him with slight glare while his two other friends are laughing with the youngest one.

“Wow, she is a character.” Jake commented.

“Sugar daddy—HAHAHAHAHAH” Riki continued laughing that made Jay throw a ballpen at his direction.

“Get over it idiot.” Jay, but he must admit he almost shed tears laughing about it too.

“Fuck you, Nishimura.” Sunghoon said while cleching his jaw.

“But are you that old to be a sugar daddy already? Damn.” Ni-ki asked while still trying to get ahold of himself.

Jake rolls his eyes while still smirking.

“At least you know Aelia had one person who is good to her.” Jake states.

“Yeah, her parents are just trash.” Ni-ki.

“Speaking of which. Riki’s men saw them entering casinos day after day ever since you gave them money a week ago.”

Sunghoon shrugs his shoulder off. “I don’t fucking care what they’re up to. As long as they don’t bother us.”

“What if they ask more money?”

“They’ll have a gunshot instead.”

Jay laughed. “Damn, you’re a bit scary.” he said sarcastically.

“Anyway, have you thought about what I suggested you to do?” Jake diverted the topic.

Sunghoon glanced at him and sighed while he plays over the pen that was on the table.

“Do you think it will help her?”

Jake smiles, “More like it’ll help you to gain her trust.”

Sunghoon lets out a sigh and just nodded his head shortly. Jake smiled wider before he started discussing their meeting about a transaction he just sealed.

After the meeting with his friends, Sunghoon headed straight home. He’s so tired and he knew all he needed is to see you. It’s been a week already and although he can see that you’re not that stubborn anymore, you’re still so resisting him.

“You didn’t eat again?” he asks while eyeing the untouched food beside your bed.

You developed the habit of not looking at him and its seriously pissing him off.

He sighs and slowly walked towards your bed. You remained unbothered and didn’t even moved. Now, that’s one of the things that changed. Before you would be scurrying yourself to be pressed on the headboard of the bed, you don’t do that anymore.

“Here.” he placed a paper on top of your bedsheet.

Your head craned to look at it and for the first time, you two met eyes. The familiar shivering of your spine are still there.

“What’s that?”

“Open it.” he instructed.

You looked hesitant. The last time he had you opened something, your whole life crashes down. Feeling a bit traumatized about it, you remained staring at him and not touching that paper.

He lets out a sigh.

“It’s a reward. Since I heard you’ve been behaving these past few days.” he says.

“What kind of reward?” you still sound suspicious.

Sunghoon lets out a big sigh, “It’s from Lucie.”

Your eyes grew big and in a speed of lightning, you reached for that paper. A ghost of smile made it to his lips because of your reaction.

“And before you ask, she’s all right. I didn’t do something bad towards her.” he turned his back and left the room.

A small grin appears to his lips after making it outside your room. Seems like Jake’s suggestion worked.

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Wake Up Call

A dad!Joel/Reader smut also on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/65310154

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Incest, Don't Like Don't Read, Cunnilingus, (Brief) Somno, Mild DubCon, Vaginas Fingering, Coming In Pants, Daddy Kink, One Spank, PWP, Age Gap (Obviously), No!Outbreak

This work is purely fantasy and fiction, all characters are consenting adults

You were having the best possible dream. You had finally gotten your degree, your celebrity crush noticed you and fell in love with you, and-

That dream was quickly cut short by the feeling of something wet. But in your half asleep haze, you couldn't really tell what. Something wet... then suction. Then a half-hearted moan escaped your mouth, almost waking you but not quite yet. You mostly wondered if you were still dreaming.

Your hands blindly reached out, patting the bed around you, before one of them made contact with your blanket. Something was under it; or more rather- someone. You finally opened your eyes, groggily adjusting to the early morning light in your bedroom. And you looked down seeing the lump beneath your blanket move around ever so slightly as it lapped at your cunt. The smear of spit across your folds making you whine and bite back a moan.

"Dad?" The sleepy whine that accompanied you was downright pitiful. The wetness stopped, lips detaching themselves from your aching clit, and the blanket was pulled up over his head. There he was, giving you a soft smile like he wasn't being a nuisance so early.

"Don't mind me, sweetpea. Daddy just thought he'd give you a wake up call, that's all." Joel pressed a sweet kiss to your thigh. He was caring, despite the fact he was just eating you out. After all, he was still your father; he had to make sure you felt safe. "Gonna let me keep goin'?" And you nodded, but that wasn't good enough. "Words. C'mon, you're a big girl now, talk to me." He pat you on the stomach, smiling to himself mostly at how soft you were. God, he loved you.

"Please keep going." You murmured, slinging an arm over your eyes, but Joel pulled it back off.

"Only if you watch me." He teased, kissing your mons down to your clit. You whined, your hips bucking eagerly to seek out his mouth, but he admonished you. Using your first and middle name like he would have when you were growing up and had gotten in trouble. He blew a little air onto your twitching clit, and your whole body twitched in turn. Joel's lips gave a quick little suck to it, before lapping his tongue at you. He would always make a show of it almost. Practically making out with your poor little bud, his tongue flitting on and around it, his lips sucking to the point he got loud and it was the only sound filling the room. You loved it. You loved that dad was your guy. That he would always take care of you. The fact that he knew your pussy like the back of his hand by now. Of course he's good at it, how on earth do you think you got here?

As his tongue made a lazy drag up your folds, you held eye contact with him. His pretty brown eyes, the same eyes that have seen you nearly every single day in your life. The only thing that really filled them was love. He didn't want you to move away out of love. He nearly breaks his back at work to provide for you out of love. He fucks you, despite being your father, out of love. That was the purest thing there was. It was all he had to give deep down.

His fingers slid up your thigh, large hands squeezing at the soft flesh before some rogue digits made their way to your entrance; prodding and probing like it was their mission. Joel slipped one thick finger inside you for now, momentarily pulling his face away to watch his own handiwork as he slipped in another. "There we go... That's daddy's girl." He mumbled, watching how his fingers spread you out, scissoring back and forth between your legs. "I love you so much baby girl. You know that right?" To which you nodded, and he chuckled, the squelch of wetness smacking against his digits. "Yeah, you know it. You're my favorite girl in the world ain't you, honey? Only girl in dad's life." His fingers curled against that spongy spot inside of you, making you yelp.

"Daddy, please- I want your mouth again, please." You pitifully babbled, so so needy. Joel looked to be pondering it for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"I don't know... You've gotta get ready for class soon, and uncle Tommy needs me to pick him up on our way to work. Might just have to cut this off now." Joel sighed, withdrawing his fingers. This definitely made you upset.

"No!" You shouted, far too loud for such an early hour. Joel gave you a quick, hard smack on your thigh.

"You cut that shit out. I did not raise you to raise your voice at me, are we clear?" You nodded and he shook his head, grabbing your chin between his thumb and slick covered finger, scrunching your cheeks. Gross. "I said, are we fuckin' clear?"

"Yes, dad." You whined at the sting still present on your thigh. His gaze softened, rubbing his hand over the lightly stinging flesh and letting go of you.

"I'm sorry honey. I- I didn't mean it." He sighed, prying your thighs apart again. "Let daddy just... make it up to you." Joel lowered his lips to your cunt again, tongue darting out to flick at you. You whimpered at the sensations, how his tongue prodded at your desperate hole, his thumb dragging up the skin of your clitoral hood before he spat on it and dove right in. This time he wasn't being lazy or languid, he was rushing to finish you off. Joel's hips humped against your mattress like he was a desperate teenager all over again. Drowning in the alter that was your cunt. He shook his head side to side for a moment sucking on your clit harshly like a dog with its favorite chew toy. Joel's tongue moved lower, his nose grinding against you as he tonguefucked your slit, his hands gripping your thighs and keeping them pressed around his head.

"Daddy!" You squealed out. Joel was rarely one to rush sex with you, but you knew there was a bit of a time crunch the longer the minutes ticked by. Joel moved one of his hands to palm at his bulge, squeezing at his clothed cock, but then you squealed again, your hand gripping at his hair; opting him to pry it away rather than touch himself. His head bobbed a bit as he sucked on your bud like it was his job. And he almost wished he were inside you instead of wearing his jaw out. But then you felt that familiar feeling, your thighs twitching and shaking around his head, your cunt practically spasming with needy release as you came all over his tongue. Joel groaned against you, letting you ride it out as he gave a few more thrusts against the bed.

He pulled off with the littlest of pops, his lips swollen and covered with slick as he panted, resting his head on your thigh. He ran his hand up and down your tummy, trying to soothe his poor baby girl after the orgasm you had. You looked down at him, your aching clit still pulsing from release like it had a mind of its own, and you smiled.

"I love you daddy." You smiled at him, finally sitting up on your bed, looking down at him. He just gave a sigh, nuzzling against your leg. As you looked him over, you saw a wet patch on the front of his jeans and you stifled a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Joel huffed, sitting up as well, before looking down and noticing the same thing. "Christ almighty..." He sighed, pulling his pants and boxers aside to assess the mess and he grimaced. Cum matting the hair of his bush, and covering the fabric of his boxers against his now softening cock. He didn't even realize he had done it until it was too late. "I've gotta clean this mess up before we go." Joel sighed, giving you a light flick on the noggin. Joel stood up off your bed, groaning about his aching back before leaning to kiss you on the forehead. "Wait in the truck for me, okay?" He sighed once more before leaving your bedroom.

You looked around your room before getting up and seeing clothes already laid out on your dresser for you. Old habits really did die hard once your children got older, but you knew his love for you would stay the same.

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I don't know what to say other than I loved this fucking part even more! 😭🥹🩵🩷

And dear God, teenage Dean surely needed his own goddamn warning! Here's the amount of times I wanted to spray him with water 😂👇

The whole situation bites. Sucks. He should be out there helping find whatever killed his mom, but they say they know better. That he needs an education. And if he doesn’t play house with Sam and Bobby? Then he loses the car, and he’s not losing the car.

Of course they got him with the threat of the car. For adult Dean this was already horror, but for a teenage boy? The horror! Extinction-level dread! 😆

The "Nobody puts Baby in a crusher" line also had me dead 🤣

The dweebs, Sammy’s crowd

God, his descriptions of the high school kids are glorious 😂 The judgment and disdain is unreal. But poor Dean, I feel bad he never got to fit in and be the high school jock with all the cheerleader arm candy he was truly born to be with that face and charm 😝 (But on the other hand, that surely made his heart a little bigger and kinder 💚)

Still, he can’t. John threw the last ‘64 he rented in the trash.

Whyyyyyy?????

Her name tag says her first name’s Beverly, but they just met and it’s too soon for a first-name basis, and a grin tugs at Dean’s mouth. “Whatever you want it to be, sweetheart,” he says. He can’t help himself. Not when a group of pretty cheerleaders stand right behind him, giggling and shaking their pom-poms. It’s a crime they’re allowed to wear such short skirts to school, but at least them being up close makes his day somewhat better.

Yes, my point above exactly 😆

And just like you nailed kid!Dean's personality, you're also nailing the unashamed cockiness of teen!Dean's and the vulnerability underneath both. This whole story is so wonderful, Beth! 😭

His nose tingles under the weight of it, but it means little.

Hmmm, his nose tingled, you say? I wonder why... 🤓

It’s like she’s never seen a dude in a leather jacket before. Never seen a car as cool as his.

God, you're an idiot 😆🙈 Can Bobby smack him over the head, please?

And I can't believe this whole thing went on for a week lmao

He wants to roll his eyes, and he almost does, but he knows doing so will stop him from getting any further with this girl, and he’s worked so hard to get her here.

Seriously, someone smack this boy... I can't with him 😂 I hope reader blows some sense back into that horny brain lmfao

Not him. Nope. The music they all listen to is trash, and he is not going to surround himself with it on a Friday night just to get some action. His hand’ll do just fine with the memories of her tit.

DEAN!!! MY GOD 🤣🤣🤣

“Did John give ya a curfew I should know about?” his ‘uncle’ says across from him. Bottle of beer in his hand.

Oh, so we have graduated to the defiant air quotes around "uncle", huh? I love the development of this compared to kid!Dean. Such a nice and clever touch! 🤓

Algebra ain’t going to help him gank no ghost.

Bless him. At least he pretty lol

How the hell does he know that? Unless…Sammy. That’s the last time he picks him up from school. Kid can ride his bike, rain or shine.

I can't quote this whole goddamn fic, but his inner monologue has me just rolling and grinning throughout with these little things 😂🩵

And I love that he dug out the old bike again! It's nostalgia within the nostalgia 😍

Huh. It’s been a while. He wonders what happened to you? Did you skip town? Do you go to school with him now, and he just hasn’t run into you yet? Maybe you’re at the party? One of Melinda’s friends, though you would’ve said something if he knew them, and none of their names match yours.

I don't know why, but I teared up a little. My heart keeps warning me of something, and it may be the feeling that reader got a little hurt when she watched him fool around with all these cheerleaders during the week. I bet she had a different vision of the sweet boy she once knew 🥲

You blink. Those eyes. Those brows. “You’re—” “Hi Dean,” you say with a thin smile, and then, as if his recognition fuels you, that confident tone he’s just remembered, the one that once took his juice box, has you adding, “Took you long enough.”

Aaaaah that ending!!! I need to know what happens next! Don't do this to me!

And God, my heart hurts for reader somehow, and I might be waaayyyy overshooting here and she's actually completely fine and amused about it. But I have a feeling Dean not recognizing her instantly like she recognized him and having his head up short skirts instead might have hurt a little 😭 As in "clearly you didn't find me attractive enough to notice" and I wanna hug her and tell her it's hormones and boys are fucking lame and stupid at this age. Oh the pain I will suffer till Part 3... *sighs dramatically with an eye roll like a teenager and drags her feet back to her room, slamming the door shut*

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March, 1997

Being back at Bobby’s is exactly as Dean remembers it. Either the Sioux Falls house is stuck in some time loop or the objects and dust littered throughout the rooms are stuck with glue or something else. Anything’s plausible.

Even the liquor bottles and trash don’t appear to have moved over the last nine years, though he knows that’s not true. He was here two weeks ago when John arranged all this. He saw both men drink from the bottle of Jack still on the kitchen table as they discussed his life and future.

It’s extortion. The threat, insulting. Nobody puts Baby in a crusher.

Besides, John already handed over the keys on his birthday. She’s been in his name ever since. That’s two whole months, give or take, and there’s just gotta be some hoodoo superstition against giving someone something, then taking it back, right?

He pulls her into the carpark, furthest as he can away from all the Civics and Bugs taking up the asphalt. Shifts her into P. Cuts the engine, and that’s when he first hears the trills, grunts and hoots from his soon-to-be peers.

Just great. This place is a zoo. No wait, zoo animals are better behaved. Hell, he’d prefer a haunted, crazy-house

There’s the jocks with their green and gold sports-team jackets. The cheerleaders, matching them, but with hot, perky tits, and gloss, not so bad. The dweebs, Sammy’s crowd, and the loner kids paving their own way at the back of the pack, heads down in books and Game Boys. They make the stoners look alive, and, no; you know what, they might actually be alright. He’d rather be playing a bit of Zelda right about now, too.

Still, he can’t. John threw the last ‘64 he rented in the trash. Luckily, they skipped that town soon after and he didn’t have to pay for the late fees. Like he would’ve.

With a heavy sigh, his fingers grip the lip of his backpack, dragging it out of the car with him, flinging the weight of his text-books over his shoulder, pulling the muscle.

“Dude, that your ride?” someone asks, but he ignores them, and elbows tucked in at his side, pushes through the horde or hormones and sweat to the office, well away from whoever that was.

It’s best to just get this over with.

“Name?” the admin assistant, Mrs Heady, asks down her rectangle glasses.

Her name tag says her first name’s Beverly, but they just met and it’s too soon for a first-name basis, and a grin tugs at Dean’s mouth. “Whatever you want it to be, sweetheart,” he says.

He can’t help himself. Not when a group of pretty cheerleaders stand right behind him, giggling and shaking their pom-poms. It’s a crime they’re allowed to wear such short skirts to school, but at least them being up close makes his day somewhat better.

Luckily, this time, he’s learned something from John. How to conceal his…gun, because the girls giggle louder and it goes straight there.

He turns around and winks at the blonde closest to him.

She blushes. Turns in turn to her friends and shakes with laughter. Lips glossy and pursed and eyes fixed on him as she whispers something to the girl with the ringlets. He wags his brows at her.

“Hi,” he mouths, but the third girl pushes them to the corner next to some trophies covered in dust, and—

“Son. I need your name.” Mrs Heady snaps him out of his trance with a poke from something he only feels on instinct from his jacket, shifting ‘round his ribs.

His reflexes are too sharp, though, and now more eyes are on him and the way he holds the ruler she had hidden behind her desk in his hands. Vice-like grip, looking like a prayer over the self defence it’s meant to be.

“Winchester,” he gives, and lets go of the damned thing to hold his arms by his sides. He shrinks into his jacket. Shoulders droop, chin dips. “Dean.” He clears his throat.

More giggles in the background retrieve his smirk.

“Dean,” she says, then repeats, again, and again as she flicks through her files only to find his name on top in the end, anyway. “Here we are. Mrs Truman’s homeroom. B - twelve. You’ve got music up first.”

She hands him a timetable. He glances over it. Math, biology, English. Just great. Two months of this.

He scrunches the paper and shoves it into his backpack so he can round up the ladies. “So,” he takes a couple of steps closer and loops his arm over the girl with the ringlets’ shoulders. “Care to show a guy around the school?”

Dean’s cheek still rings where cheerleader two slapped him. He nurses it in his left hand as he opens the door with his right, stepping into his homeroom with a little more apprehension than he cares to admit.

It’s musky here. As dusty as the trophies in the office, only full of more kids, all staring at him as he walks over to the teacher, also looking him up and down.

Okay, it’s not so different. He definitely shrinks a few more inches, and gives himself a once over, checking he’s still wearing his clothes.

He is. So is the same blonde cheerleader sitting in the front row. Her smile, much sweeter than it was before. Her lashes batting against freckle dusted cheeks as quick as she had to have been to beat him here.

“You must be Winchester,” Mrs Truman says, and Dean brings his attention back to her with a click of his jaw.

“Yeah.”

“Transferred from Colorado?”

“That’s what it says.” He wrote it yesterday morning after a sharp smack from Bobby’s hand to his shoulder.

He knows he deserved it. Sammy was only asking about John, who pissed off the second he dropped them off, leaving him to deal with the paperwork. Both of theirs.

Just as Mrs Heady had done, Truman sees him through her glasses, only she’s looking further up on account of the height difference, even without a desk. Her greying curls shake as she points to the back of the class. “Take your seat Dean.”

He winks at blondie and proceeds down the canyon of desks and the backpacks at their owners’ feet to the sole remaining seat. It creaks as he slings his weight into it. Groans as he stretches his legs out. His sneaker taps the chair in front. Peachy.

Most eyes revert to the blackboard at the front, but one girl’s gaze lingers longer than the rest. Her brows furrowed in concentration before he raises his at her.

It’s not flirtatious. More of a ‘what’re you looking at,’ kind of vibe, and really, what is she looking at? He’s got nothing on his face, though he wipes it just to make sure. Palm covering the smirk from her attention, scratching over the stubble on his chin that’s already regrown. His nose tingles under the weight of it, but it means little.

She would too if she had an audience, yet her stares continue throughout the day like she has none. Done when she thinks he’s not watching.

He is. He’s just better at hiding it.

She does it during music. Third and fourth period, too. He’d say she’s following him, but of course, she has a schedule of her own. She has to. It’s just a small high school. Doesn’t make it any less constricting.

His nose tingles constantly. The grape jelly at lunch lingers in his gut along with his gun from the cheerleaders, and still she stares every so often with that same crinkle of her brows. It’s like she’s never seen a dude in a leather jacket before. Never seen a car as cool as his.

As the week rolls on, though, she blends into the crowd. At least, he doesn’t notice her stares any longer, too busy with his own on cheerleader two.

Her name is Melinda. Her ringlets, natural. Rack is too. Dean cops a feel when she helps him catch up on his biology between fifth and sixth in the janitor’s closet on the second Wednesday. He pays her back with a hickey on her right shoulder.

“Mark’s having a party Friday,” she whispers into his ear. Hand grips his arm when he swirls his tongue to soothe the reddened skin.

“Good for him.” His fingers squeeze her, storing away the feel of the muscle bouncing back for future use.

She scoffs and nudges him off. Said something, too, but Dean’s fixed on the way her lip shines under what little light the bulb overhead is giving. He leans closer in and pulls the bottom one between his own to taste more cherry. Feels the warmth bubble in his gut.

“Dean.” She smacks him this time. It would pinch, but the leather of his jacket softens the blow.

“What?”

“I’m asking if you wanna go with me. It could be fun.”

He wants to roll his eyes, and he almost does, but he knows doing so will stop him from getting any further with this girl, and he’s worked so hard to get her here. Listening to her talk about Leo and some song about Barbies. He forced himself to tune in to the local radio station and all he learned was that some guy, with a voice that sounded like a chain smoker, wanted Barbie to party.

“Or we could hang out. Just me and you.” His lips nip at her again. “Brady Point.”

“Braden,” she says with a whine. and that click girls do when they’re trying to be angry. It’s cute.

“Yeah.” He swoops back in.

“But my friends will be there.”

And this is going nowhere.

Her eyes are as still as the rest of her, holding him as if she’d physically reached in and grabbed them. Neither blinks, but Dean tries to convince her he’s more interesting than a party at Marks.

Turns out he’s not, and he’s left to his own devices Friday night, lounging ‘round Bobby’s, cleaning his colt.

“Did John give ya a curfew I should know about?” his ‘uncle’ says across from him. Bottle of beer in his hand.

Just as he did in the janitor’s closet with Melinda, Dean doesn’t blink when he looks back at him. He places the barrel down, reaches for the oil and busies his hands once again.

It’s not like he wants to be here. He’d still rather be out on the road with John, even though he threatened to take the car. At least he’d be doing something useful with his time. Algebra ain’t going to help him gank no ghost. Don’t get him started on music theory or the essay due Tuesday morning.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Bobby takes a swig and stands with a loud scrape of his chair over the floor. The floorboards continue to protest as he pads his way to the fridge for another. The creak of the door and the rattle of glass is obvious enough, but what Dean doesn’t expect is to be handed one, too, when he returns.

“Even Sam’s out with the friends he made.” Bobby glares at him over the bottle, twists the cap and flings it on the table.

Dean does the same.

He’s mid sip when Bobby sits back down and asks, “Weren’t you seeing that cheerleader? Melissa?”

The cold brew goes down the wrong pipe, and his fist whacks the top of his sternum. The thump drowned out by his splutter and wheeze. How the hell does he know that? Unless…Sammy. That’s the last time he picks him up from school. Kid can ride his bike, rain or shine.

He looks up at Bobby, still waiting for him to be done. His beady eyes under his cap and the specks of grey in his beard continue to point at him.

“What do you want me to say?” Dean dares before another mouthful. Slower this time. Letting the bubbles slide down his throat, keeping his mouth and hands occupied.

“Nothing. Not my place to give ya advice, either.” He sighs, and Dean just knows there’s a ‘but,’ coming. “You got the chance to have a normal life for a minute. Why not enjoy it?” Bobby leans into the table. There’s a split second of grouch as his face changes and his jaw tightens, humbling his pride. “I hear that Sutton kid’s throwing a party.”

And Dean chokes again. Fucking Sam. He scowls. “You want me to go get drunk with a bunch of other kids? That what you’re saying?”

“You telling me you’re straight-laced now? Only difference between them kids and me is they’ve got smaller prostates, and don’t need to whiz every—”

“Okay. Fine,” Dean says and gulps some more beer down. Thunks it on the table with finality and stands. He pulls his jacket on and steps over to pick up Baby’s keys from where he left them.

But, “The hell you’re driving,” stops him in his tracks and he’s heading out the door, keyless and without another word, raising his collar up to protect his neck from the night air. The screen door slams behind him.

Now what? He doesn’t even know where the party is, let alone how he’s going to bust it to this guy’s house without his car. School’s a ten-minute drive from here, and chances are, Mark’s place is further still, and there’s no way he’s walking that far.

He digs his boots in the dirt. Smushes the grass tufts, scattering the powder, blackened by the sky, and looks around. Cars, whole ones, shells of them, and stars as far as the eye can see surround him. But also under the shed, poking out behind the pole closest to him, the rim of a thin tire catches his eye.

It’s the same place they used to keep their bike, not Sam’s new one - he stole that - but the one Bobby fixed up all those years ago.

Of course, he’s grown, but the thing looks tiny. Creaks under his hands when he tugs it out. The bars are rusty and he can feel the coarse, flaky metal against his fingertips. Even the rubber handles have disintegrated.

Out of its confines, he lifts his leg over and straddles the middle bar. Wheels it back and forth under him. He places his ass on the seat, and, yeah, there’s no way he can ride this thing like this, but if he stands, it’s possible.

Shaky.

Rickety.

Yet before he knows it, he’s peddling down the path just the same. Gravel flicks up against his jeans, but it’s freeing. That wind in his hair. Breeze on his cheeks. The way his jacket swings behind him like a cape as he leans over the handlebars. The same ones Sammy used to ride on.

Laughter. Fun. Bat signals. Ninja turtles. His mind goes back to a time when he shared it all with you that one spring. What was he, nine?

Huh. It’s been a while. He wonders what happened to you? Did you skip town? Do you go to school with him now, and he just hasn’t run into you yet?

Maybe you’re at the party? One of Melinda’s friends, though you would’ve said something if he knew them, and none of their names match yours. Not even the middle name Mary, like your mom. You sure were long winded. Could blow the biggest bubbles in your shakes.

God, he’s a dweeb. His nostalgia, pulling at his heart strings, buzzing his nose, and steering the bike to the old arcade ‘cause why not.

Whirs. Dings. Whistles. Like Bobby’s, it hasn’t changed one bit. The jingles made by synthesisers are as familiar as Baby’s rumble. The soundtrack trying to overcome it all hasn’t let up its 80s tunes either, and Dean strides through the tinted doors to the riff of Kenny Loggins’ Danger Zone. He’s pumped.

Nope. Nothing’s changed, alright.

There’s a musk to the place that he’s never been able to put his finger on, but one that’s popped up throughout his life. It’s a taste. A burn in his nostrils from dust and mould, sweaty palms, and old money that’s spent most of its life being jammed into the pockets of little boys.

Speaking of, he reaches deep into his and pulls out his leather wallet. Flips it open. Stops the just-in-case condom he keeps in there from falling out. He’s prepared, and he’s got plenty of dollar bills ready to change over.

He smooths one out, chuckles at the joke he’s made about rubbing that something else instead, and feeds the edge into the slot. Only has him grinning more. The thrill and rattle of money coming out is alright, too, and the closest to the feel of Vegas he’s gonna get without a fake ID and a broken razor.

Coin laden, he heads for Donkey Kong, the first thing he recognises - if only the sucker knew he wasn’t the main attraction any more. He bites his tongue with his newest coin-slot joke, is relieved for a moment that these things don’t spit out white tickets, and hits start.

It’s like riding the bicycle. All floods back. He even gets to the second level on the first go, but then Mario drops the hammer on himself and then is hit by a barrel. Totally not his fault. Totally, he tries again.

It mightn’t be as advanced as modern, 3D Mario or Zelda, but there’s an addiction for sure. He plays another, and a few more than he’s willing to admit before moving on to the next one. Has a go at all his favourites. Loses to some punk-ass junior on Time Crisis.

“Real guns don’t work like that,” he spits over Bon Jovi’s ‘Shot Through the Heart’, and heads to the snack bar. Another piece of nostalgia, Red Vines, call his name.

By now it’s getting close to nine. Not late for a guy with no curfew, but late enough that the younger kids are calling it quits, and sweet, zero lines.

He steps up to the counter, pulls out his wallet again and looks straight into the eyes of the girl with the goofy hat. She’s not wearing it now, though. Hair pulled up off her face and neck. He just recognises the furrowed brow, and his raise in unison.

Great. “Hey,” he says. Mutters, more like.

He avoids her stare and concentrates on the candy before him, picking up two packets of the red licorice and a box of Milk Duds. “Can I get a root beer, too?” He smiles out of politeness, but it’s reserved, and lacks its usual charm. He straightens when she continues to stare and startles as much as she does when she realises.

“Ah, sure.” She turns on the soundtrack’s newest changeover, a slow synthetic drumbeat that’s as almost familiar as the way her hairline pulls at her neck below her pink blouse.

It can’t be. It’s too coincidental. He finds that bike only to think of the girl he once knew, and there she is, just like that? All this talk of hoodoo, but it is the same town, the same arcade?

Nah. Coincidence. That’s all this is. Pure coincidence. These thoughts and memories about the girl he once knew messing with his brain more and more…until she turns around again and he really looks at her. At you.

He looks at you.

And if this all hasn’t wigged him out already, the guy, swooning over the stereo says something about always being friends someday.

His finger points in your direction and it’s not just for telling you what else he wants to buy.

You blink. Those eyes. Those brows.

“You’re—”

“Hi Dean,” you say with a thin smile, and then, as if his recognition fuels you, that confident tone he’s just remembered, the one that once took his juice box, has you adding, “Took you long enough.”

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color coded ― l. hs

You were just browsing, looking at all of the various kinks and fantasies the great world wide web had to offer. It’s not like you intended to make an account on a specific website to meet someone. Really, you were just curious about what was behind the “only members can view this page” banner. What you definitely weren’t expecting was to be pulled into actually meeting one of the men behind said banner, or enjoying it so much that you’d like for him to hurt you more. or the one where you join a kink website and a specific dom’s profile catches your attention enough to actually meet him at a hotel and practically ignore your safe words bc man, he’s good.

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WORDCOUNT ― 8.7k

PAIRING ― heeseung x afab reader

CONTENT ― dom!heeseung, open minded sub!reader, smut, reader wants to explore her interests in kinks and finds the best person for the job

WARNINGS ― this is mildly cnc in some areas but reader does want it and there are safe words (colors) but she intentionally doesn’t use them. she’s having fun.

NOTE ― if you’ve read this before it’s bc i wrote it on @/ncteez for johnny ages ago! SHOUT OUT TO MY BELOVED PATREON BABES!! They voted that the member I revamp this for be Heeseung, so now everyone gets another Heeseung work from me :D

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smut tags― MONSTER COCK HEESEUNG AGENDA, reader is referred to as: “sweetheart”, "baby”, “dirty girl”, “pain slut”, and “plaything”, face fucking, bulge kink but like– via throat, choking, drooling, dirty talk, slapping, restraining, suffocation, degrading, praise, panty sucking, brief oral for the reader, teasing, short lived thigh fucking, cream pie, cock-drunk reader, biting, abuse of breasts, orgasm via nipple stimulation, clit abuse, hair pulling, fingering, overstimulation, Heeseung is kind of a sadist at times, unprotected sex, aftercare

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You joined this website out of curiosity, and you also messaged user SayPlease out of curiosity. You said please to him, you thanked him, you used all of those manners you grew up learning in a way that they were never intended for, and…well, it worked.

Truly, it was because you were curious and you had no intentions of actually doing it. You wanted to try out some fantasies in the safety of your own room, alone. You wanted to keep it under wraps and just see how your body reacts to the words and images the people on this website offer. You were expecting your body to react at least a little bit, but you weren’t expecting to have one of the best orgasms of your life guided by his words through a muffled speaker.

Heeseung knew you were new to this, he knew you were just exploring, and most of all, he knew he could control you. After all, you did so well during that first phone call. He’s truly not surprised that you were willing to meet with him in person after a short week or so of communicating.

All of them eventually want the same thing, you’re no different.

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Pulling up to the hotel felt ill-fitting for you considering this isn’t something you’d normally do. No, of course not. Why would you go out and meet some random man you met on a fetish website? Why would you be wearing the prettiest panties you own in hopes to get some praise for them? Why would you have been the one to suggest meeting him in the midst of a sexting session where he sent you the most delicious image of his hand squeezing around his cock, texting that he knew you’d do a great job of choking it?

Why you, right? No one needs to know that answer. This is a private affair, one where only you and Heeseung know what’s going to happen. You’re nervous, based on how he speaks to you alone. You keep forgetting how new you are to all of this. Some rules you know are in place, but what about other things? Will he explain? Will he sit you down and make you sign a contract like what happened in that one book everyone was raving about?

The walk from your car to the room with dainty metal numbers screwed into the door felt like it took ages. You didn’t have a key, and you were a bit early for this meeting but the anxiety bubbling in your gut said that if you didn’t do this now, you’d probably have already been pulling out to drive home and pretend this never happened.

He was already behind that door though, and only when he starts opening it do you realize that never once have you seen his face. You’ve heard his voice, you’ve seen his body, but never his face. He, on the other hand, never saw you at all, he only heard you.

Is this how this type of thing usually goes down? Are appearances not part of the fun? Suddenly, you find yourself worried that he’s only going to be attractive from the neck down, which would ruin it for you, if you’re being honest.

On instinct you back away from the door, ready to run back to your car and delete your profile, block his number, and erase this endeavor from your memory but when he comes into view,, you find yourself freezing on the spot.

Messy dark hair, somewhat soft eyes, taller than you, pretty smile. This man looks exactly like a dom that would talk to you the way he already has. It doesn’t match the face you imagined on him though. Hardened eyes, a grimace on his lips, something along the lines of a person who probably carries themself as some type of cocky prick with a huge ego to match his cock. But no, this is what Heeseung looks like. He looks…soft, and almost compassionate if you’re reading his facial expression right.

He doesn’t say anything to you at first, he just watches your reaction to his face reveal all while he takes in what you look like for the first time. He liked the surprise of it all, not knowing what his next partner actually looks like until he’s about to have them on their knees. He’s had all sorts of partners fulfill his fantasy without the expectation that he would want them too, after all, it’s about the pleasure and not entirely the attraction in his mind. You, however, are incredibly attractive. What a perfect little pair of eyes to match that whining voice of yours that he’s heard so much of. He imagines how much better you’d look while crying..

“There she is.” He says warmly, stepping to the side and letting you into the room. “More beautiful than I could have hoped for.”

Already you’re blushing as you step into the room, deciding once and for all that, yeah, you’re doing this. His confidence in complimenting you matches the way he talked to you before, except now he’s in front of you and looking at you. It hits you straight in the stomach, even as you still try to comprehend his kind words versus the ones he growled through the speaker at you just days ago.

You’re silent as you take your shoes off and stand awkwardly in front of the made-up, plush, probably half-assed cleaned hotel bed.

“You’re nervous?” He chuckles out, locking the door behind him and walking over to casually sit on the bed. His legs fall open easily as he looks down at himself, then up at you through the messy fringe falling in front of his eyes. “You can still back out, you know.”

You shake your head, struggling not to make eye contact with him.

“Are there like–” You’re embarrassed by how nervous you are, unable to string together a sentence or try to keep this calm and casual.

“Hm? Go on, I’m not going to do anything until you’re sure you want it.” He smiles, cocking his head to the side and trailing his eyes up and down your body. He really can’t stop looking at you, hoping that you’ll let him have his way. The memory of how you sounded on the phone flooding his mind as he puts your face to the moaning voice over and over again. He remembers how wet you sounded, he could hear you fuck yourself so clearly.

“Rules. Are there any rules?”

Heeseung darts his eyes to the ceiling in thought. Right, he knows you’re new but– damn is he selfish.

“If you want rules, we can set them now. A safe word is good,” He pauses, reaching to grab at your hand to pull you next to him. “Sit.”

He says it politely, more like an offer than demand but you can’t see him as anything other than the dominant man you’d spoken to before. Even with a face that looks as soft as his right now.

Your stomach does flips as you obey, already feeling entirely dominated.

“Usually, a safe word is the only thing I set and it tends to help people learn their limits. I will stop if you say it.” He tries to explain, ultimately to leave limitations up to you during the act.

After all, since you’re so new, how would you even know what you don’t like anyway? Sure, some people in this community find Heeseung’s way of doing things shady at best, but he does communicate his preferred method first. He isn’t trying to trick you into doing something you don’t want to do, he just wants the freedom to let you explore all of the things that he likes.

“I’m not sure what rules are even meant to be set.” You explain, finally gaining enough composure to talk clearly now. “Don’t pee in my mouth?”

He nods in agreement with a roll of his eye, looking at you as if he is encouraging you to continue.

“What’s the safe word then?” You ask, unintentionally fiddling your fingers in a nervous way. You catch his eye watching you, and you note the way he does his best to calm you from any anxiety.

“Some people pick random words, but colors are usually a good way to go. Yellow for when you’re not sure, but I can keep going. Red for when I need to stop.”

“No green?” You ask.

“I mean, technically everything is green until you state otherwise, isn’t it?”

He’s right.

“Any other things that are a hard no?” He asks again, ruffling his hair through his fingers. “Fair warning, I will hit you, choke you, restrain you, among many other things,” he pauses and looks for your reaction. “unless you tell me now that you don’t want it.”

You look at him and how his soft features have hardened slightly with his tense jaw, your thoughts derailing again as you see the words coming from a mouth so plush and pretty.

“Is kissing allowed?” You ask, completely unrelated to his string of offered abuse.

“If you want to kiss me through all of this, and your mouth is available, sure, I don’t see why not.”

You nod, taking it all in. Yellow. Red. No piss (this time). You’re going to hurt, and you can kiss him.

“Okay.” You say in a small voice, looking away from him and down to your lap. “Can you start slow?”

“No.” Heeseung admits. He’s incredibly attracted to your nervousness, and even more attracted to the way your voice is already shaking despite not having touched you yet. God, you’re like a brand new canvas. “You have safe words, use them if it’s too much. I don’t ‘go slow’,” He adds, spreading his legs a bit more. “I do what I want, you do what I want, and maybe you’ll get what you want in return.”

There is no tone of politeness in his voice now, and you assume he switched fully into this persona the moment you muttered the word “okay.” More nervous now, you almost wonder if it’s too late to back out. Do you even want to? Because now you’re turning and you can see the way he’s looking back at you. You’re just exploring, and he’s right, you have safe words.

“Okay.” You say again against the anxiety in your belly, knowing that once it starts, that’s your chance to decide if your exploration was worth it.

Without warning, you hear the zipper of his jeans being pulled at, and before you know it his length is out and on display. He grips it much like he did in the photos he sent to you. Matching his body more to his face now, you stare at it. It’s much bigger in person, and more intimidating to imagine having inside of you. Not only is it long but it’s incredibly thick, part of you wonders if you could even fit it into your mouth at all.

“You mentioned being on birth control, right? And being tested as clean?” He asks, looking down at himself and then back at you to watch you slowly nod in an answer.

He basks in the way you stare, blinking at the way he’s gripping onto himself for you to see. But, like he said, he’s not going to start slow for you. With the brief discussion and questions out of the way, he’s going in full force.

“On the floor.” He nods his head to the space between his legs.

Your body takes you to the position between his legs without so much as a second thought. Your fingers instinctually land against the harsh fabric of his jeans as you attempt to prepare yourself, swallowing hard at the image of his cock towering before you.

“No, hands behind your back.” He guides you with a smile and watches the way you pull your hands back and put them right where he asked you to.

“Already so obedient? I knew you wouldn’t be hard to handle.”

You can’t tell if it’s a compliment or not, but it feels like it is because it sends a sense of pride through you. Does he like to fight for what he wants, or does he prefer having full control?

Heeseung releases the grip on his length and places his hand at the back of your head, slowly guiding your mouth to his balls, twitching a bit at the way you instantly have your tongue out to lick and taste wherever he guides you. That alone drives him wild, seeing as how you may be new to this whole submissive thing, but surely you know how to suck a man off, right?

“You barely even know me, look at you lapping away.” He teases as he watches you, a smirk against his lips while he guides your head up to the underside of his cock. “What would your parents think?”

You knew he’d degrade you, but in all fairness, none of what he just said to you is a lie. You don’t even know his last name, you didn’t even know what he fucking looked like until fifteen minutes ago. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew, and somehow feeling this dirty makes your stomach tumble and panties dampen.

He stops guiding you for a moment, feeling your tongue travel back down to his balls, licking and prodding against them in a way that makes him want to buck his hips up, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t show want or need for his partners, ever. That’s their role to fill, because if he wants to fuck something, he can.

“Up,” He guides with a slap to your cheek, feeling your tongue travel up the underside of his cock again. “Open up.” He adds as he stares down at you, seeing you open your mouth fully while keeping your tongue flat against him.

When you circle your lips around the head, you want to take your time. You want to prepare for the fact that Heeseung has a huge cock and it’s going to take some getting used to. Apparently, that wasn’t going to happen though, because now his hand is putting pressure on your head to go down, and your body fights it slightly because your throat has never been prepared for this kind of size?.

“No?” He asks, pulling your head off of him and seeing if you’re already going to give him a red, but you don’t. You don’t even look at him and instead, focus your eyes on the head of his cock trying to be better prepared.

You almost hear the chuckle he lets out, the silent code word of green shining through in the way you say nothing. With that, he places both hands on your head and holds it there.

“Deep breath–” He encourages. “Look at me.”

Your eyes dart up to his as you take in a sharp inhale, and then, he’s not sliding in, he’s plunging past your lips, straight down your throat. The thickness of him forces your jaw to strain open as he angles himself, watching you try to close your eyes to refrain from gagging.

“Open your eyes, look at me.” He demands this time, pressing further into your mouth and leaving little room for you to fight it. You do your best to look up at him, straining as he watches his cock disappear deeper into your mouth. Then, he holds you there, stiffening his hips just to twitch his cock and stretch your throat out.

For a moment, ignoring the fact that your lips are being spread impossibly wide and you can feel your throat attempting to constrict around the intrusion, you watch the way his face stares down at you. He’s really into this. Concentrated on sliding his full, hardened cock as deep as it can go into your mouth. And when he hits the back of your throat a third time and there’s a tear shedding down your cheek, he fucking chuckles.

“It’s not so bad, right?” He asks, knowing you can’t answer with a mouth full of him.

That’s when the grip on your head becomes harsher and he starts fucking his hips forward, past your lips. He can feel you struggle, squeezing his length as it fills your throat, dripping precum and fully aware that you can’t even taste it.

“Deeper.” He decides in a quick grunt, standing to his feet from the edge of the bed, holding your face on his cock and pressing in more, until he can hear the drool bubble from the corners of your mouth.

He stares down at you and the way your neck cranes. He can almost see the bulge of his cock intruding your throat as he presses in tightly if he angles his head right. He coos at you, rubbing a thumb against your cheek.

“Pretty, tight little throat.” Heeseung compliments, reaching his hand down to rest against your neck so that he can feel his length sliding in and out of your throat. “Do you hate this?”

You can’t respond, closing your eyes and trying to breathe through your nose. Your jaw is already hurting, your makeup is now ruined, and for some reason, you don’t hate it. You like the feeling of your breath being lost, with his hand pressed against any airway you could have possibly used at this moment.

Arms still behind your back, you can’t help but pull them forward to brace your hands against your own knees as he continues to fuck into your mouth at a more aggressive pace. When he pulls almost all the way out, you steal little gasps that end up sounding more like wet, desperate, attempts to breathe. When he presses all the way back in, bruising your throat in an immaculate show of how big he is, he doesn’t make a single sound and only concentrates on the way he can feel his cock sliding against the palm of his hand through the expanse of skin along your neck.

He does this for what feels like ages to you, and briefly you forget the pain of it and remember when he texted you the photo, saying you’d probably rather be choking on it. Experiencing it now, it’s more than you had imagined before, but also, in its own way, a million times better than you could have imagined.

Heeseung’s hips start to slow as he releases his grip on your neck and moves his hands either side of your head. He holds you there on him as he tenses his muscles, your nose pressing against his abdomen and you can feel his cock twitch in the deepest depths your throat has to offer. You are continuously gagging around him and only now does he let out a moan, one that is deep and breathy. You open your eyes to try and look, but the angle doesn’t allow for it. All you can see is the expanse of skin along his abdomen and chest before his hands release your head.

He’s expecting you to pull back, considering you haven’t gotten a full breath of air since he started doing this, but you don't. He jerks his head down to look at you when he feels your hands grip at his jeans again. Heeseung doesn’t even think to tell you to put them back behind your back now, because you are willingly still choking on him. He can feel your tongue struggle to share the space in your mouth with him, the heaviness of his cock weighing it down.

“Shit–” He groans, staring down at you and the way you close your eyes so tightly in concentration, all in an attempt to please him. “Oh, fuck.” He throws his head back again this time, feeling the way you try to move your mouth on him, essentially deep-throating all on your own.

When he looks back down at you, he’s floored by the wetness against your cheeks. You’ve been crying this whole time, dribbling drool, and taking it so well. He makes a point to pull himself out of you because of it.

The whimper that leaves your lips is something he doesn’t think he can forget. A raspy whimper. A fucking cry, he’d be lying if it didn’t sound like you were disappointed that he stopped suffocating you.

“Eager to please.” He starts sweetly, pinching your drool-coated chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “You like letting me use that tight little throat?”

You blink through your tears, nodding to him. You surprised yourself with how much you were able to take in that instant, and how willing you were to do it for longer.

“Like you were made for it,” He hisses out this time, pulling you up by the chin so that you can stand in front of him, “Show me how wet this pussy is.”

You can’t look away from his eyes, especially with the way he stares directly into yours when he cups his palm between your legs. Even with your clothes on, your body prickles with goosebumps at the sensation of him touching you there.

“Can feel you through these shorts,” he smiles, dipping his head down to ghost over the shell of your ear before moving his hand to the button of your shorts. “Do you want me to touch you? I bet you do.”

You’ve never begged before, and you never really understood why people begged at all, but at this moment you think you would absolutely fall right back to your knees and plead for him to touch you. You can feel your shorts sticking to you, your panties uncomfortably tucked into your seeping pussy at the very act of him fucking your mouth.

“Please?” You choke out, voice still raspy as you try to speak.

Heeseung chuckles at your pathetic attempt and pulls you by your shorts to step forward as he takes one step back. He shakes his head at you in pity, sitting himself on the bed as he drags you to stand between his legs.

“Turn around.” He guides you with his hand before circling your ass with his hands and landing a short slap against the back of your thigh. “Now, sit.”

He still guides you, positioning his cock between both of your plush thighs and holding in a shiver at the way the hem of your shorts drags against his length.

You know you get nothing out of this, and he’s not going to touch you yet but fuck, you need it at this point. He watched you gag around him, he watched you try your fucking best, and this is what you get in return? The head of his cock peeking from your thighs as you squeeze around them? So be it.

You keep both feet on the floor, doing your best to keep your legs together as you make an attempt to bounce against his lap but he stops you instantly.

“I didn’t say you could move,” he warns, placing his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist before leaning both of you back and then rolling you over to your side. “Cross your legs and squeeze. Don’t move.”

You do exactly as he asks, crossing your legs at the ankle and lying there still as he slips his cock from between your thighs. You wait like this for a moment before you feel the head of his length nudging between, this time more wet than before, and then his hand is traveling to your belly and under your shirt from behind you.

“Big tits too, ever gotten off from nipple play?” he whispers, his hand ignoring your bra and pinching straight through the sheer fabric against your nipple. “Would love to see how you’d drench these shorts if you could do that for me.”

Your mind is racing, feeling his fingers tightening the pinch against your nipple and his cock lazily sliding between your thighs. You shake your head, not knowing if it is even possible to get off that way. Sensitive tits aside, if he can do it, you might just have to find a way to claim Heeseung as your dom, and no one else's.

“You haven’t?” He chuckles from behind you, snaking his other hand under you and up to your other tit. “Let’s see.”

He uses both hands to move your bra to the outer swell of your breasts and gropes both of them before pausing and focusing on his cock between your legs for a split second.

“Keep your legs tight for me, babe, I’ll reward you for it.”

You squeeze your legs tighter as you feel his fingertips gently flick both of your nipples. You try to focus on that sensation alone, feeling a short jolt of pleasure travel down your body and straight to your clit. God, you want him to touch your pussy so badly, because there’s no way you can get off from this alone.

His focus falls back to you, fucking his hips forward all while he allows his fingers to put more and more pressure into the flicks and pinches. You must not realize the way your body trembles even at this, and it’s driving him fucking insane. You’re so new to this, but you suck cock like you’ve been a submissive plaything for years. You have so much to learn, so much to experience, and it’s hard for him not to want to do it all right here, right fucking now.

Without warning, he pulls his hips back and leaves his cock untouched. You’re about to turn your body to him in confusion but he does it for you. Rolling you over onto your back before kicking his own pants off. Now, he positions himself between your legs. He looks at you, deep and dark eyes matching the smirk on his face.

“Show me,” he starts, pulling your shirt off of you in one swift motion and staring down at your chest. “Wanna see them before I fucking ruin them.”

Typically, it’s normal for you to be fairly silent in these situations, so having no response for him isn’t a surprise. What is surprising is the way your throat instantly forces out a small moan when his legs force you to spread yours as he settles between them.

Even the sensation of your pussy opening beneath your shorts at the spread of your legs has you feeling more aroused than before. So, when he shocks you with a quick slap against one of your tits, you’re not even surprised that it feels good.

He watches your face after that slap, your slack jaw rising into a small and cocky smirk at the realization that you’re liking what he’s doing. He’s still in the green, so he slaps again, harder this time before leaning down and licking the spot he just hit.

He pulls your bra up with one hand, raising it to your collar bone to release both of your tits and leaving them vulnerable to any hit, kiss, bite, or pinch he has to offer. You don’t care, because when you manage to open your eyes and look at him, he’s entirely focused on the way your nipples harden and soften from the sensations.

When he leans down to lick, your pussy clenches at the wet heat of his tongue flicking your nipple, and when his teeth graze as a warning for a future bite, you only anticipate it. Your body instinctively humping up each time a jolt is sent to your clit. He bites hard, and then pulls back to slap against your other tit even harder. Until you’re left shaking, babbling incoherently with gasps and curses.

“Does it hurt enough?” He coos, leaning back down to lick the growing swell against your tits. “Do you want more?”

He’s surprised that you nod, chuckling to himself because he was already going just as hard as he normally would when a woman likes breast abuse. You want more? You want him to go harder? He hums in response, using one hand to grip harshly against one tit and dipping down to suck against a particularly swollen and sore area on the other..

You feel the pain, the sensation running down your body much like the arousal and pleasure does. It’s almost hard to tell the difference between them, aside from the fact that the pain actually hits harder. The feeling of his mouth abusing you, his hands, all while his cock is hanging heavy and neglected against your thigh? You can take more than this even, you’re sure of it.

Without really intended to, your hands find their way to his hair. He almost pulls back to demand that you let go, to inform you that he gave no permission to touch him, but the way you pull against his strands has him replacing his harsh sucking and biting against your flesh to flicking his tongue against your nipple again. Surely, you can cum from this, surely, you’re close if you’re stepping out of line, right?

He’s going to make damn sure you’re soaking your shorts before he rewards you again, after all.

You moan at the flutters of his tongue gently flicking your nipple, especially in contrast to his other hand bruising your other breast. It’s strange, really, to feel that familiar build up in your stomach but then again, your panties are tucked so tightly between your lips that your clothing is actually offering a bit of pleasure on that front too. Your clit is harshly being restricted and somehow, that offers relief in its own way.

For the first time in your life, you feel waves washing through your body that feel so hot that you’re sure you have a fever. He continues to stimulate your nipples, replacing his tongue with his other hand as he pulls back and watches you fall apart beneath him. His cock twitches wildly at the image. Your lips parting, tongue darting out to try and collect the saliva threatening to fall from the corners of your mouth, eyes rolled back before you squeeze them tightly and fucking tremble.

Your lower half is humping up, your chest is chasing the abuse of his fingers, and you feel nothing but heat as you orgasm for an embarrassingly long time. All the way until your ears pick up the sound of him cooing at you.

“Dirty girl, you made a mess.” He smiles, releasing your tits and sliding down the bed before resting his chin on your knee.

You’ve barely come back to reality when you feel your shorts unsticking from your pathetic cunt. Panties still tucked uncomfortably against you, he tries to coo again, but instead he groans at the image of both your pussy and your shorts.

“Fuck,” he stares. “So goddamn wet.”

He analyzes your shorts briefly before tossing them to the side and bracing both hands on your knees to spread your legs out. There, he hooks his pointer finger beneath the panties sitting between your pussy lips pulls them out.

“So messy for me.” he comments, realizing that your entire pussy is glistening with arousal. He pulls your panties off of you easily, eyes focused on the way your hole pulses for something, anything.

You weren’t expecting him to do it, but then again, you weren’t expecting to let him do it when he shoves the panties into your face.

“Say ahhh.” He smiles, pressing the panties into your mouth with two fingers when you instantly obey. “Suck.”

You do, wondering how the fuck you ended up in a situation where this actually turns you on. He’s loving it though, watching your pussy pulse even more as you suck your own mess out of the fabric. You almost forgot his promise of a reward, if you’re being honest. So, yet again, you’re surprised when you feel his tongue, without any warning, lick straight against that pulsing hole and up to your clit.

Your legs shake around him, instinctively closing around his head before both of his strong arms spread them back out again. He chuckles against your pussy, and when you inhale to try and regain control of the sensitive pleasure taking over your body, you can only taste yourself. Each breath replaced with your past orgasm, each moan coming out as a choked and desperate whine.

The pleasure is short lived though. Heeseung takes note of your whining, licking and tasting you to the point that he’s the one that’s about to fucking lose it. He’s quick to regain his control, licking a languid stripe up your folds before landing against your clit and grazing his teeth against it.

He holds you down when you jump at it, groaning at the sensitivity and pain. He grazes his teeth against it again, and again, and then finally nibbles against it. Your whining gets louder and he swears he can hear a whisper of a ‘wait, stop–’ as you spit the panties out of your mouth and your legs still try to squeeze around him, but he holds you down more, chuckling.

“You know that’s not going to stop me.” Heeseung reminds you before nibbling again.

You could end this torture right now. Your clit has been neglected this whole time until now, and it’s not gentle. He’s biting, he’s grazing, and it fucking hurts. All you have to do is say the color, all you have to do is choke it out between his evil ministrations, but you don’t.

“That’s what I thought.” He laughs, leaning back and sitting up between your legs. He releases his hold on your hips, now pressing one hand flat on your stomach and holding you down that way instead before slapping your clit.

“Didn’t expect you to be a pain slut.”

You groan, unable to answer between his quick slaps to your clit. Swallowing hard, you try to speak. He notices your attempt and holds back his next, harsher slap.

“Baby wants to speak now?” He asks, rubbing your clit gently and encouraging you to try.

“Yellow,” you finally whimper, and he raises his brow.

“Oh?” He confirms, waiting for you to nod before holding back entirely from the slaps and instead, pinching your clit much like he did to your nipples.

For some fucking reason, this hurts more than the slaps but the consistent pain is more tolerable than the sudden, anticipated slaps. This, you like.

“Mhm,” You manage to moan out this time, biting at your bottom lip as your eyes roll back in pleasured pain, hips humping up for more.

He tilts his head, liking the way you whine for it, happy to have found someone so willing to hurt for him. He pinches harder, watching you react, he dips his head down again and offers a bit more pleasure that way too as a means of secret reward. All the way until your legs are shaking, and he knows now that you’re already about to cum again.

Despite your confirmation and willingness to let him continue the abuse of your pussy, he pulls back entirely, collecting the wet seeping out of you and sliding it down his cock with his fist.

“Eyes on me.” He demands, staring between your legs. You listen, managing to open your eyes in frustration and watch him. “Were you about to cum again?”

His eyes dart to you, and your pussy pulses yet again when you nod, releasing a frustrated sigh. He ignores it, looking back down at your hole, his thought process switching to his own pleasure.

“Do you know how much I want it to hurt when you do?” He asks again, fisting his cock faster, using his other hand to grab your face and force you to look into his eyes. “I could be so fucking deep inside of you right now, you know that, right?”

You groan, your body threatening to release something that resembles an orgasm on those words alone.

“Fuck–” You try to moan for him, you try to beg, but he stops you by squeezing your cheeks tighter.

“Fuck, what?” He asks, feeling his own orgasm welling up inside of him before he grips the base of his cock, denying him of that pleasure. “You?”

You nod aggressively, your hand reaching to grip his arms and brace yourself.

“Say it,” he demands, releasing his cock and using his other hand to run his fingers up your pussy. “Scream it, beg me.”

You choke out the words before releasing a raspy shout, begging a man you barely know to stretch you open, to use you as he sees fit, salivating at the very idea of him doing it more than he already has.

“Yeah, just like that,” he groans at the sound of your desperate voice, standing to his feet. He quickly removes the rest of his clothes, the musky scent of him blowing past you as he throws his shirt over your face. “You’d let me do anything right now, wouldn’t you? ”

Instantly you do, trying to adjust your head to knock his shirt away and off of you, only half of it slides away, allowing you to peek at him with one eye.

“Come on, take it.” He says, glancing down at his cock as he stands at the foot of the bed in front of you. “You think I’m going to fuck you?”

“Fuck yourself.” He smiles in a cocky, almost evil way. “Get on it babe.”

Honestly, it’s like you’re seeing tunnel vision. Nothing in this room exists but you and his cock. Entirely tuned into your pleasure, your pussy aching from sensitivity and lack of being stretched open, you’re instantly leaning forward to get to him, leaving your tits abandoned almost instantly.

He watches the way you pull yourself from the bed, acting like an animal as you fall to your knees and take him into your mouth much like you did before. His jaw tenses at your hunger, and he holds back a moan at the way you appear to have lost yourself entirely for him. He doesn’t fuck his hips forward, he doesn’t touch you, he just stands there. Watching you unravel on your knees, feeling your eager tongue try to force a reaction from him.

“I said to fuck yourself,” He warns, stepping back and pulling his cock from your mouth. “Didn’t you just beg?”

He smiles when he says it, and in your head, you don’t care if it’s some sort of trick or play of words. You’d gladly spread out on the bed and absolutely pound your pussy on your fingers alone if he so much as hinted for you to do it, but at this point his cock is out, and it’s heavy.

Heeseung is a bit shocked when you shove him back, eyes still glazed over in a way that shows him that you’re not in your right mind. He steps back, allowing you to press him all the way until he’s leaned against the hotel vanity. Raising his brow, kind of impressed, he allows you to hook one leg around him and instantly holds your leg in place to balance you there.

He still says nothing, he doesn’t move past holding your leg in place around him, and his eyes remain on yours as you reach between the two of you and position his cock straight to your hungry cunt. There, he chuckles when your face turns from something that seemed determined, into relief at the stretch of his head entering past your lips.

Still, he stands, chuckling at how desperate you are to fuck him this way, rather than just turning around and bending over. Surely the position would be easier for you, but then it all makes sense when he feels your lips slacked against his, panting against him as you make attempts to find some sort of rhythm.

You did ask if kissing was allowed, and god, you’re like a fucking animal. He breathes into it, pressing his tongue past your slack lips and tasting the remnants of your panties.

“You’re already so gone,” he whispers into your mouth, feeling your shallow humps on his cock. “I’m hardly even inside of you, I said I could go deep.”

You don’t really hear those words. Honestly, your body is moving on its own and doing what it can do at this moment. The angle isn’t easy, but you wanted to kiss him so fucking badly.

He pulls out of you though, leaving little reaction for you to do anything other than feel embarrassed by your attempt to fuck yourself on him just for a kiss. He doesn’t expect you to keep going though, apparently, because he’s instantly swirling you around and shoving you to the bed. Bending you over and placing a hand at the back of your head before pressing your face into the blankets. His other hand holding both of your hands behind your back with ease.

“Better?” He asks, easily positioning his cock and shoving into you with one quick thrust, bottoming out entirely. “Hm?” He adds, pulling out and shoving in again.

Your mouth is open in a silent moan at the intense stretch, tasting nothing but the fabric of the blanket your face is currently shoved into.

“Can’t hear you,” He grunts, picking up the pace and pistoning his cock in and out of you so fast that you can barely catch your breath regardless of the blankets already making it difficult. “You like it so fucking deep, don’t you?”

You can’t answer. You can only groan at the feeling of his cock stretching you open repeatedly, at his hand shoving your face further against the mattress until all you can do is tense your body.

He feels it, your pussy clenching around him so tightly that even he gets the breath knocked out of him. Gripping your hair, he pulls your head up and listens to your gasps for air. His hips slam harder, harder, harder, until he feels the pleasure threaten to hit him. That’s when he stops, burying himself into you entirely before releasing your head and falling forward against you.

“Don’t fucking move.” He warns, twitching inside of you as he feels you heave for air beneath him.

You try not to move, but your sensitive body reacts to even the sound of his breath behind your ear. Everything is more sensitive than you could ever imagine your body being. Your bruised and swollen tits are throbbing against the mattress, your clit is pulsing at the fullness of his cock inside of you, and your pussy is struggling still to adjust to his size. It feels fucking immaculate. You want him to move, you want to move. You want to be fucked, obliterated, destroyed.

“Wait–” You manage to muffle out, knowing full well that it’ll get him to do the exact opposite.

“I’m not even fucking you,” he laughs, pressing his hips forward a bit more, causing you to whimper in response.

“Stop, just, give me a second.” You cry out.

“Not how this works.” He laughs, pulling his hips back and pointedly thrusting into you again. “So dumb you forgot how to use your words properly?”

You nod, smirking against the blankets.

“Liar.” He groans, amused by your little attempts to control how hard he goes. “If you want it harder, all you have to do is beg.”

His hips speed up, this time thrusting into you so hard that the bed itself scoots further forward and bangs against the wall. You yelp in pleasure, rolling your eyes back and wanting so badly to see his face as he fucks you.

“Hee– please.” You groan and he pulls back, wondering if you actually are so lost that you’ve forgotten the colors.

“Colors, sweetheart. Red for stop.” He goes harder, harder, harder, “Or is this exactly what you want?”

You shake your head almost aggressively at that, bracing your hands on the bed and pushing your ass back against him.

It floors him, really, that you’ll ask him to stop and then blatantly ignore your own words by fucking yourself back on him. You’re insane, honestly.

“Please what, then?” He asks out of breath, smiling as he watches you fuck back against him.

“Let me see you do it.” You whine out, desperate to feel intimate, to feel close.

He obliges, tilting his head at the request but allowing it nonetheless. You can feel him slip out of you before his fingers replace his cock. He doesn’t want to lose the feeling of your clenched pussy even for a moment as he guides you to roll over and shoves you back on the bed, your legs hanging off the end of it. He braces himself at the end of the mattress, resting his cock against your you as he scissors his fingers inside of you with a smile.

“Wanna see me fucking ruin you?” He smirks at you, pulling at your legs and guiding you to wrap them around him. “Then watch.”

You do, eyes zoned in on him as he grips tightly at your legs and pulls his fingers out of you. You can’t even catch your breath, which is no longer a shock to you, when he slides back into you. Studying his face as he does it, you can’t tell if he feels good or if this is just a service he does on the regular. You wonder what you’d have to do to break that stone-cold look in his eyes, what it takes to get him to moan without restraint, to show you that you’re also making him feel good.

He fucks you so well, so deep, and god, it becomes so difficult to keep your eyes on him with each painful thrust. The bed continues to knock against the wall, your cries become louder and louder, and finally, fucking finally, you hear him release his breath in a low and guttural moan.

That’s it. That’s what you want to hear from him, time and time again.

“Harder,” you urge him, feeling his hands tighten around your legs before he’s releasing them and dropping his hand to your throat. “Harder.” You continue now with a strained voice.

He does, putting all of his strength behind his thrusts, losing himself momentarily in the moment and squeezing your throat tighter as he grunts out at you with a defeated chuckle.

“Of course, you’d be the one to pull this out of me.” He admits, his smile never falling from his lips as he closes his eyes and listens to the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of you. “Of course, you’d be the one to grip my cock like this.”

You’re gone, not even realizing that you’ve been on the edge for a while now in the way his thick cock continuously massages your g-spot. You tighten your legs around him, forcing him to bury himself deep inside of you as you clench and grip around him in a release.

He allows it, surprising himself for being so lenient, then slides his hand up your throat before releasing it and using two of his fingers to hook your mouth open. There, he watches you drench him, he feels your arousal gushing out of your stuffed pussy and onto the bed, and now, now it’s his turn.

“That’s it, all over me, baby–” he coos, pulling his hips back and slamming back into you despite your tightened legs around him. “Feel it.” he adds, accenting his words with another particularly deep thrust.

You’re entirely silent, and he’s loving it as he slides his fingers deeper into your mouth, holding your tongue down and imagining which way he’d like to fill you up. He could watch his seed run down your thighs, he could pull out and fuck your throat until climax, he could pull out and deny himself a bit more, just to see you fall apart more.

It hits him a bit too fast though, when he’s looking down your throat and watching your eyes slowly open to look at him. There’s the tears, your sensitive pussy probably begging for him to pull out, to give you some relief, to be gentle. He offers one last thing to you, pulling his fingers from your mouth and dragging them down.

There, he rubs against your swollen clit until you’re writhing under him to get away. Still no safe words have been used, and you’re fully capable of stopping him at this moment. But you don’t. So, he doesn’t stop. The sensation of your body writhing, fighting the pain, chasing the smallest hint of pleasure throws him into his release. He presses into you so hard that the bed remains in a slightly tilted position, fitting snugly against the wall as he paints your inner walls with thick, hot cum.

You whimper at the feeling, legs falling open from around him as your body tries to wiggle away with your post-orgasm shocks. He moans each time, falling forward half way through his orgasm..

“You feel that?” He growls against your ear as he fucks his the entire mess into you. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

You listen to him speak, the words matching the pain in your body to such an extent that you’d probably let him keep going if he wanted to. You’d let him break you of all sanity, you’d let him tie you up, use you, abuse you.

And when he goes silent, his sweat dampened skin raises and he slips out of you with care and a deep sigh of relief. You simply lay there, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how long you’ve been here, why it took you so long to explore this side of your sexuality, and why you’re not ready for it to be over, despite your aching body.

You feel his presence leave you for a brief moment and return with a warm and wet towel, and you jolt when it touches between your legs. Your body jolts in aversion at the feeling of the rough material against your clit, but still you try to relax.

“You must be sensitive,” Heeseung says gently with a voice you’ve never heard from him, “They always are after their first time.”

Nodding, you try to pull yourself up and close your legs, but your body feels stiff again.

“Relax, you’ll probably faint if you try to stand up too fast.” He tries to explain, folding the towel over to clean you with a different side of it. “It’s not like a normal hook up, you know? If you’re gonna let me hurt you, you’ve gotta let me take care of you after.”

Your throat is dry as you lay there, the sensation of even his gentle touches feeling like too much to handle. You feel like you can’t move, so you trust his words and try to relax.

“That’s it, yeah,” He encourages, going to try and help you shuffle your body up to the head of the bead so that you at least have a pillow. “Take your time. You have my number if you ever wanna meet up again.”

With that, Heeseung steps himself into the bathroom and cleans himself up. When he comes back out, he’s already dressed and fixing his hair in the mirror before heading toward the door.

“Wait,” You panic, lifting up quickly and feeling a bit light headed at the sudden movement, “You’re leaving?”

He smiles at you, nodding. Everything else you do as a newcomer may be fairly expected, but it’s rare when Heeseung ends up with someone who doesn’t want him to leave after.

“I do have a day job, you know,” He tries to play it off as a joke, but he really didn’t think you expected him to stay after general aftercare. “Stay here and rest up. Check out is tomorrow at eleven so feel free to enjoy the room. Not sure if you noticed, but it’s one of the nicest hotels in the city.”

Oh. Right, you didn’t notice. After all, when you got to the door the room practically didn’t exist to you outside of the floor in front of the bed, the bed, and the ceiling.

“Red.” You say, unsure if it’ll work.

“You can’t do that.” He finds it sweet, but dangerous nevertheless. He doesn’t sleep over with his website meetups. He’s here to bring you pleasure and pain sexually, not emotionally. “Like I said, you’ve got my number.”

You’re silent, watching him turn the knob on the door.

“Oh and,” He pauses, turning to look at you. “Don’t go off with other randoms from the site. Some of them don’t offer the kindness I offered to you today. Ease into it, I’ll be around to help if you need me.”

Wondering if he’s implying that you should only see him when it comes to this sexual dynamic, you nod to him, trying to ignore the fact that he claimed “kindness” was being offered to you. If this was him being kind, you can’t help but wonder what he’s like when he’s…you know, not.

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passiberri · 1 month ago

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Home Bizz Babe - Custom Content Collection

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mari-positas · 9 months ago

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Raider! Joel Miller x Female Reader

*moodboard is for aesthetic purposes only. no mention of reader’s race or skin tone.

summary: When you’re given the chance to run from your captor, you don’t take it.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. RAIDER ERA. DARK!JOEL. DUBCON. MENTIONS PREVIOUS NONCON. UNSPECIFIED AGE GAP (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 50). reader is described washing her hair (the exact length is not specified) and she wears a dress. she is also shorter than Joel. violence, kidnapping, reader has major stockholm syndrome, Joel is fairly soft for her but HE IS STILL NOT A GOOD MAN, brief mention of Tess and Joel being involved with each other, Tess seems like the villain but she might actually be the only one of these three who is not totally fucked up in the head. SMUT. daddy kink. size difference (no description of reader’s body type, Joel is just a big guy with a big dick, enjoy it). oral sex (female receiving), super risky unprotected p in v sex (mention of reader ovulating, Joel pulls out, don’t be be like these two, practice safe sex), creampie (yeah he doesn’t give a fuck the second time around). many, many pet names (baby, baby girl, honey, angel, sweetheart, little girl). um i think that’s it. oh, and they fuck in the dirt.

PLEASE HEED ALL WARNINGS.

word count: 8.6k

a/n: one thing about me is i WILL soften up EVERY version of Joel Miller to my little heart’s content. HUGE HUGE thank you to @endlessthxxghts and @joelsdagger for lending me their eyes and beta-ing this fic for me last night. <33 i love and appreciate you guys SO MUCH. i loved seeing you both in the doc at the same exact time lmao. this can be read as a standalone, but it is considered part of the captive universe.

Everyone in the group has a job. Except for you.

Or at least, that’s what you hear them say.

That bitch doesn’t do shit.

She never has to lift a fucking finger.

She should work for her meal—just like the rest of us.

Bitterness laces their tones when they talk about you.

Insults grow a little bolder when he’s not around.

Useless.

Freeloader.

Leech.

You might not be out there with a rifle in hand hunting game or invading camps and spilling blood for supplies—but you do in fact have a job, and that job is to make Joel Miller happy. It is your responsibility, your duty, to please him, and to keep him satisfied. Because keeping him satisfied keeps him in a good mood, and one thing you’ve come to learn about your captor is, where there is a good mood, often there is mercy.

Hell, you’re doing them a favor by keeping their violent, fearsome leader in a good mood. Because you’ve seen what he does to them when he’s not. He can be just as brutal towards his own people as he is to strangers.

It doesn’t make a difference, though. They still see you as nothing more than his coddled little whore.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

He groans, his thick, callused fingers digging harshly into the softness of your flesh as he holds you firmly in place underneath him. “Oh fuck, baby girl,” Joel curses through gritted teeth, his hands gripping your hips as he uses his own weight against you, pressing you down into the old mattress until you feel every uncomfortable lump, each creaking spring.

While he isn’t fucking you as roughly as he has on other occasions, he’s hardly being gentle. It’s hard, fast.

Loud.

Joel couldn’t care less about the rest of the group, the men and women on the other side of the wall, forced to listen to the sounds coming from the single bedroom of the cabin he decided they would hunker down in for the remainder of the summer season. Strings of curses and brutish grunts that came rumbling from deep within his chest, pleading gasps and whimpers that fell from your swollen, bitten lips. If anything, knowing they were listening only spurred him on—it didn’t hurt to remind them, especially the men with wandering eyes, that you were his special girl.

His good girl.

You certainly did your job, and you did it so, so well.

“Christ, sweetheart. M’so fuckin’ close—” Joel picks up speed, his hips snapping even harder, faster, the front of his thighs slapping against the backs of yours. Each thrust causes the bed’s rusted, iron headboard to slam violently against the wood panel wall.

You clutch fistfuls of the single, stale, yellowing sheet beneath you, each stroke he delivers knocking the wind out of your lungs, making it harder to breathe. He is so heavy on top of you, this big, broad, bulk of a man who makes you feel swallowed, smothered, and small. Joel takes up so much room inside of you, and it’s a wonder how you could possibly have any space left to spare.

It’s a fullness you can’t seem to get enough of.

It’s a craving, a need.

Worst of all, it’s slowly becoming a want.

“Daddy,” you choke out, fisting the sheet tighter, your skin stretching taut over your knuckles. Can the others also hear the squelch of your drenched cunt around his cock as it begs him for more?

“Fuck. You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, baby,” Joel croons his praise. His hands abandon your hips and he hunches over you, his thrusts momentarily ceasing. He crushes his chest against your sweaty, quivering back and leans forward even further, bracing his large hands on either side of you. Then, his lips move to the shell of your ear and he speaks, his breath blazing hot on your skin. “Y’take me so well, honey. Y’take Daddy’s cock so fuckin’ well. This pretty little pussy was fuckin’ made for me. She was made jus’ for me—ain’t that right, angel?”

He’s right.

Oh, how you fucking hated that he was right.

It was made for him. Your cunt. Your body. You.

Every part of you was made for him, and only for him.

All you can do is nod dumbly in agreement.

“Say it,” Joel whispers his firm command. “Wanna hear you say it. Be a good girl and use your words. Say it, say this pussy is made for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moan obediently, prompting him to grin against your ear. “My pussy is made for you, just—just for you. No one—no one else. Only you.” Could this really be the same voice that would break, grow hoarse from screaming for him to stop? The same voice that would beg and plead for him to set you free?

Jutting his hips forward, Joel buries himself to the hilt, eliciting a noise from you, something caught between a pained whimper and a contented sigh. His balls, heavy and full for you, rest on your clit, which is still sensitive to the touch after he’d spent a majority of the morning with his head buried in between your legs. Desiring yet another release, you try wriggling around beneath him in a silent plea for more. More, more, more.

Please, Daddy. More.

Joel’s grin widens. He places one of his hands on your soft lower belly, fingers dragging down the slope of it until he finds the slick swell of your seam between your legs where his girth splits you open. “Ready, baby?”

Nodding, you open your mouth to answer him, but the sound of your own groan cuts you off when his fingers firmly circle around your throbbing, swollen bud. “Oh,” you breathe, instantly sinking right into his touch. Your eyes screw shut tightly in pleasure, and you throw your head back onto his shoulder. The scruff of his beard is rough on your cheek, and it burns, the same way it had burned the tender flesh of your inner thighs.

His hips find their rhythm as you rub against his hand—you’re almost there. He knows this, you can tell by the chuckle that thunders in his chest and against your back. But you’re too busy chasing your pleasure to be embarrassed.

He’s made you a needy, greedy girl.

“Daddy,” you mewl, trying your hardest to move under him, to work your cunt up and down on his cock. “I’m gonna come—” You gasp, back arching as Joel strokes in and out, his fingers rubbing your clit with urgency.

Joel plants a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. “Give it to me, baby,” he grunts. “C’mon. Lemme feel her squeeze me.”

Feeling how close he is too, you try to hold on for just a little bit longer, at least long enough to finish with him, but Joel’s relentless, and you’re forced off of the ledge you’re both standing on first.

Crying out, your walls spasm around him, asking to be filled until he’s made a complete mess out of you, until white leaks, and it slowly dribbles down the insides of your trembling thighs.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Joel rasps. He lifts himself off you and he pulls out, taking his throbbing cock in his hand. His chest heaves as he fists himself, the wet sound of your slick in his palm filling the room. “Down,” he grits, and you obey him, lowering down yourself on the mattress until you’re lying almost completely flat before him. He gives himself one final stroke just as you look over your shoulder at him, the gentle flutter of your eyelashes the last push he needs. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck—” Joel spills his load, shooting thick ropes of warm cum along the soft curve of your spine.

You rest your cheek on your folded arms, biting back a small sigh.

He’s left behind an ache—you feel painfully empty.

But it was Tess, who had been given the task of helping you track your menstrual cycle, that had given him the warning earlier that morning. “She’s ovulating. Don’t be a fucking idiot, Joel. Last thing we need is for her to—”

“Relax,” he’d gruffed in response. “I fuckin’ know.”

Spent, Joel hunches over you once more and he lightly kisses the top of your head before burying his nose into your hair. “Good girl,” he murmurs. Affection that once was unwelcome and unwanted, that once made you feel sick to your fucking stomach, now makes you feel something else entirely. You’re not quite sure what it is, only that it’s warm. Comforting. “Y’did so well for me, sweetheart. Always do.”

Your lips curl into a faint, tired smile he doesn’t see.

A while later, you find yourself perched on the bed with the sheet wrapped around you, quietly watching as he gets dressed. “Daddy?” you say tentatively as he drops into a nearby chair to pull on his boots.

“What is it, baby girl?”

“Do you—do you think we can go to the creek today?”

Joel finishes lacing his boots and looks up at you.

“I’d really like to wash up,” you admit, softly. That, and you would like to see the light of day. He’d boarded up the windows with slabs of wood—sometimes, if you’re lucky, you get some decent light seeping through the teeny gaps.

“Not today, honey. I’ve got some things to take care of. Supplies are low, we gotta do a run. Don’t have the time to take you.” He stands and picks up his rifle, slinging the strap of it over his shoulder. Noticing the crestfallen expression on your face, Joel’s eyes soften. He walks over and gingerly cups the side of your face in his palm. His thumb strokes your cheek. “Promise I’ll take you to the creek tomorrow, sweetheart. First thing. Alright?”

Nodding, your eyes fall to your hands in your lap.

“Okay.”

Joel kisses your forehead, then leaves the room.

He makes sure to lock the door from the outside, and you can’t help but wonder if he knows locking you in is no longer necessary.

“I can take her.”

Joel’s dark eyes remain focused on the state map laid out on the table in front of him. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about, Tess?” He sees her in his periphery, but is too busy figuring out the group’s best route to look her way.

“I heard her asking you to take her to the creek so she can bathe,” she tells him. “I can take her.”

Finally, his head snaps up and he turns to her. “What?”

Tess leans her hip against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. “You and Tommy can take the group, go and take care of what you have to take care of. I’ll stay behind and take her down to the creek,” she suggests casually, as if she’s not asking him to trust her with his most prized possession—the only damn thing on what was left of this fucking earth Joel Miller actually gives a shit about. “Once she’s washed up, I’ll bring her back to the cabin and put her back into the room. Easy.”

Joel stares at her, bewildered. “What makes you think I’d fuckin’ allow somethin’ like that?”

“Oh, come on.” She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Anytime I bitch about having to do something for that girl, you’re on my fucking case about it, and now that I’m offering to do something for her, you don’t wanna let me?”

He shakes his head and lowers his voice. “You’re talkin’ about takin’ her outside, Tess. Without me.”

“The creek’s just a mile away,” Tess reminds him. “I’m pretty sure I can handle getting her there and back with no trouble, Joel.” When he says nothing, she cocks her head to the side and scoffs. “What? You don’t trust me enough to take her under my wing for a couple hours?”

Joel’s lips pull into a tight line.

Of course he does. Tess was his right hand woman, his second in command.

He trusted her more than his own fucking brother. She had never given him any reason not to, had never given him a reason to doubt her loyalty to him. No, his lack of trust has nothing to do with Tess—but everything to do with you. He doesn’t trust you. He will never trust you.

“What if she tries to—?” He can’t even say it.

“Tries to what?” She pauses. “Run?”

His throat goes dry and he gives her a subtle nod.

Joel Miller was a bad man who did bad things, but you were his good. You’ve brought back some meaning into this wretched life of his, gave him something that felt a lot like a sense of purpose. You were something for him to take care of, to keep safe and protect.

Tess raises an eyebrow at him. “You think I’d even give her the chance? Besides, the girl’s not that stupid, Joel. She knows better than to try anything. She knows she wouldn’t get very fucking far.”

“Tess—”

“I’m just trying to do something nice for her. Besides, I think it might do her some good to be in the company of someone else for once—the company of a woman.”

Joel peers at her, taking a minute to think it over in his mind before asking, “You’ll have her back in the room before I get back to the cabin?”

“Long before then,” she swears. “All in one piece.”

He hesitates. He’s still not sure.

It’s then that he remembers that disappointed look on your sweet, pretty little face. “Alright,” he relents with a deep sigh. “I trust you, Tess.”

It always feels a bit strange to be outside.

But being outside without Joel?

It feels even stranger.

When he’d walked back into the room and told you Tess was willing to take you to the creek, the news had taken you by complete surprise. When he said he was willing to let her take you, that you almost couldn’t believe. It hadn’t even sunk in until the three of you stood outside the cabin and he was kissing your forehead sweetly in a temporary goodbye before turning to Tess.

“Never take your eyes off her,” he’d instructed her.

“She’ll behave.” She had smiled at you as she pulled her pistol from the waistband of her jeans, the gleam of the silver barrel catching your eye. “Isn’t that right?”

Swallowing dryly, you had answered with a strained, “Of course.”

She’s the last fucking person you wanted to cross. She was almost as terrifying as Joel, if not more.

“Tess? W-Where are we going?” you ask as you trudge along behind her, hoping you don’t sound as winded as you feel. Although you had no way to keep track of the time, it felt like you’d been trekking for at least an hour. Your feet are starting to hurt in your shoes—old, worn, yellow canvas sneakers that certainly weren’t made for hiking. “I don’t remember the creek being this far from the cabin.”

Tess snorts. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already.”

“It’s just—we’ve been walking for a really long time.”

She glances over her shoulder at you. “Here I thought you would be a little fucking grateful to be out getting some fresh air,” she chuckles, shaking her head before turning her attention back to the path ahead.

“I am,” you squeak, stumbling over a fallen branch.

Silence falls over the both of you.

“We’re not going to the creek,” Tess finally speaks after a minute. “I’m taking you somewhere else. Somewhere even better. Just trust me, kid. Now hurry up.”

It takes another hour before you reach your destination, and you hear it before you can even see it, a humming sound that turns into buzzing the closer you get. Then, you feel it, a vibration in the rocks beneath your feet. “Is that a—?” Stepping around her, your mouth falls open in absolute awe at the sight before you.

The waterfall is nestled right in between the trees and surges over the rocky mountain, throwing up bubbles of spray as it plunges into the lake at the bottom, and from there, it foams into a thick, white lather at the base. On the bank, where you stand, you spot different types of vegetation you couldn’t identify even if you tried—all you know is that it’s green, and it’s beautiful.

“This is incredible,” you gasp.

“Way better than some little creek, huh?” Tess tucks her pistol into the waistband of her jeans and shrugs off her pack. She digs around in the front pocket and pulls out something wrapped in a piece of crumpled brown tissue paper. She hands it to you. “Here.”

“What’s this?”

“Well, if you’d fucking open it, you would know,” Tess rolls her eyes. “It’s my last piece of soap. It’s all yours.”

Her kind generosity comes as a surprise—usually, Tess wanted nothing to do with you. But you don’t question it, and you certainly don’t turn the rare luxury down.

“Thanks,” you say, shooting her a grateful look.

Tess nods towards the body of water. “Alright, then. Go on and get to it.”

You take the piece of soap out the tissue. The scent of lavender is faint, but still very much there. Joel will like the smell of it on your skin tonight, you think.

As you start to pull the strap of your cotton blue dress down your shoulder, you feel her gaze fixed intently on you. Heat rushes to your cheeks. “Uh, aren’t you going to turn around?”

“For fuck’s sake,” she scoffs. “I’ve got what you’ve got. Now hurry up, we don’t have all fucking day.”

Nodding, you peel off your dress and underwear, your face on fire as the older woman’s eyes slowly drag over your naked body. Carefully, you step off the bank and wade into the water. It’s so clear that you can count the pebbles underneath your feet.

Leaning against a nearby tree, Tess calls out, “You have ten minutes! And stay out of the waterfall! Last thing I need is for you to fucking drown.”

As she lights a cigarette, you can’t help but stare at her. Her features, though worn down after the hell she had been through trying to survive the post outbreak world, are beautiful. Big, dark green eyes, a perfect nose, and full, pouty lips. There’s never been a doubt in your mind that she and Joel have been involved with one another, and lately, the mere thought of anything between them made you uncomfortable.

It’s an odd sensation deep in your gut—jealousy?

But what were you jealous of? Her having had him first?

It shouldn’t matter to you, but it does. Insecurities you have never in your life felt before seep into your bones.

“Anyone ever tell you it’s fucking rude to stare?” Tess quips, raising an eyebrow at you. She shoves her lighter into the back pocket of her jeans.

Nervously, you sink lower into the water, nibbling the inside of your cheek. “Tess? Can I ask you something?”

“What could you possibly fucking want to ask me?”

You hesitate.

“How—how long have you known each other?”

“Who?” Tess plucks the cigarette from between her lips and flicks the ashes. “Me and Joel?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

She shrugs. “Don’t know. Six, seven years?”

“How did you two meet?”

“Long story that’s none of your fucking business.”

You ask your next question before you lose your nerve. “Have you two ever—?” Unsure of how to phrase it, you stop and clamp your mouth shut in instant regret.

“Have we ever what?” Tess studies your face, and she quickly realizes what you’re trying to ask her. “You’re seriously asking me if me and Joel have ever fucked?”

Biting your bottom lip, you glance down into the water at your feet. You honestly don’t expect her to answer, so when she does, you look back up at her in surprise.

“Yeah.” She takes a long drag from her cigarette, then adds, “Few times.”

Something unpleasant claws at your insides. “You two were together? Like a couple?”

“Something like that,” Tess mutters, flicking her ashes once more.

“What happened?”

She looks at you, pausing before answering, “You.”

Oh.

Before you can utter another word, Tess snaps, “Quit asking so many goddamn fucking questions and finish up washing. You’ve got eight minutes left.”

Not wanting to push your luck further than you already have, you do as she tells you in complete silence.

You lather up the soap in your hands, washing your hair first, and then your face and body, using your hands to scrub yourself as best as you can. Between the calming scent of the soap, the soothing sound of the waterfall, and the warm afternoon sun, you find yourself relaxing. You try to clear your mind, live in this peaceful moment which you very well may never get again, but your mind begins to wander.

And it wanders straight to Joel.

Closing your eyes, you can’t help but picture him here, standing behind you in the lake. You can almost feel his hands on you, long, thick fingers lathered with lavender soap, sliding down your body. His lips at your neck, he cups your breasts in his hands, rolling his thumbs over your hardened nipples until your head lulls, falling back onto his shoulder. Joel drags his hands further down, over your stomach, going lower and lower towards the place where you need them the most. “Yeah, baby?” he murmurs into your neck, dipping one of them between your legs until you are, quite literally, in the palm of his hand. “This where y’need me?”

Breathless, you respond, “It’s where I want you.”

Suddenly, your eyes snap open.

There is a wetness between your thighs, one that has nothing to do with the fact that you’re standing waist-deep in the middle of a lake. You shake those thoughts away and finish washing yourself.

“Time’s up,” Tess calls. She meets you on the bank with a dry rag. “Here.”

The rag doesn’t exactly cover much surface area, but you dry yourself off as best you can before tugging on your underwear and slipping on your dress. Just as you crouch down to slip your shoes on, she tosses her pack and it lands in front of you with a soft thud.

Confused, you glance up at her.

“There’s about a week’s worth of jerky in there. Longer, if you know how to ration,” Tess explains, calmly. “And a canteen for water. I also packed you a flashlight and a pocket knife. It’s not much, but—”

Frowning, you rise to your feet. “What are you talking about, Tess? What’s going on? Why are you giving me your pack?”

“Because I’m giving you a chance, kid.”

A feeling of dread pools in the pit of your stomach.

“A chance to what?”

“Run.”

Your heart stutters a beat. “Run?”

“He’ll come looking for you. You need to get as far away from here as possible. Run away, as far as you can, and don’t fucking look back.”

All you can do is stare at her in shocked silence.

“I can help you get a head start,” Tess offers, quietly. “I can show you which direction to go in and put you on a path leading to the closest state highway—”

“But what if I don’t want to run?”

Tess places her hands on her hips, and she exhales an incredulous laugh. “Jesus,” she breathes, shaking her head in pity. “He’s really got you fucking brainwashed, doesn’t he?”

You glare at her. “I am not brainwashed, Tess.”

“You’ve gotta be if you’re telling me you wanna go back to him.”

“Tess—”

She cuts you off. “He gave the order to raid your camp and kill your people,” she reminds you. “He fucking slit your father’s throat right in front of you, then took you as his prisoner. He made you his fucking sex slave.”

“He takes care of me! He feeds me, makes sure I have a bed to sleep in no matter where we are. He keeps me safe. He—he cares about me.” You will your voice not to tremble as you stand your ground. “No. I’m not running away, Tess. I want to go back.”

Tess sighs. “You’re really not gonna make this easy, are you?”

“Take me back,” you all but demand, your hands curled into the least menacing little fists she had ever seen in her life at your sides. “Take me back to the cabin—take me back to him, Tess. I mean it.”

Amused, she huffs through her nose. “Or else what?”

“You can’t make me run away, Tess.” As you take a step towards her, she reaches behind her and swiftly whips out her pistol from the waistband of her jeans. You halt, freezing in fear when she aims the barrel of the gun at your chest.

“Actually, I can,” she says, her finger hovering over the trigger. “So here’s how this is gonna go. I’m gonna walk away now. And if you even think about following me, or trying to find your way back to the group, you will die.” She tosses you a tiny, wry smile. “Believe it or not, I’m doing you a real big favor, kid. Problem is, he’s got you so fucked in the head that you can’t see it.”

“Tess, please,” you plead. “Don’t do this to me!”

She begins to back away. “Remember when you’d say that to him? How you’d beg him not to do those things to you every night? Beg him to let you go?”

“Please, just take me back to him!”

You start to follow her.

“You take one more fucking step and I’ll shoot you,” she threatens, her eyes darkening. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tess keeps her pistol pointed at you until she slips into the trees and disappears, abandoning you in the middle of the forest.

He’s furious. Livid.

Joel paces back and forth on the porch.

“Where the fuck are they?”

The old, rotting wood that wraps all the way around the cabin creaks, and certain softer spots bend and buckle, threatening to give way beneath his heavy boots. Joel’s younger brother leans against the railing, which is just as fragile, an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

“Christ, Joel. Can you fuckin’ relax?” Tommy grumbles, fishing around in his back pocket for his lighter. “You’re gonna bring the whole damn cabin down if ya don’t cut that shit out.” He sparks a flame and lights the filtered end of the cigarette. He takes a long drag, and exhales the smoke through his nose. “You’re gettin’ worked up over nothin’, brother.”

“S’almost sundown, and they’re still not fuckin’ back.” Joel shakes his head. “Fuckin’ knew I shouldn’t have let Tess take her. Somethin’ happened, Tommy. I just know it.” He lifts his shirt and reaches for his pistol, pulling it from the waistband of his jeans. “M’gonna head to the creek myself to find ‘em. Ain’t gonna sit around on my goddamn hands and wait for it to get fuckin’ dark.”

“She’s with Tess. M’sure the girl’s fine—” Tommy stops, his eyes widening slightly. “Well, hell.”

“What?”

Tommy jerks his chin over Joel’s shoulder before taking another slow, casual drag of his cigarette. He savors the last few seconds of peace before shit inevitably hits the fan and his brother unleashes his wrath on anything, or anyone, in his path.

Joel whips around and his stomach sinks, his blood ice in his veins when he sees Tess approaching the cabin. Alone.

Both his mind and body go numb. It’s a jarring shock to his nervous system, and it takes him a minute or two to fully process the fact that you’re not with her.

“Joel,” Tess says his name carefully as he descends the porch steps and walks towards her. “I need you to take a breath, alright?”

“Where—where is she?” His voice breaks, his weakness momentarily slipping through the cracks.

Not that Tess didn’t already know you were Joel Miller’s weakness, his soft white underbelly, the only vulnerable part of his hardened self that could be penetrated—you would have been his downfall. As much as she’d like to say she did what she did solely for your own good, she also did it for his, and for the sake of the group as a whole.

It needed to be done.

He stands in front of her, a ticking time bomb about to go off.

Prepared to face whatever consequences of the choice she had made, Tess tucks her gun away and sighs. “You need to take a breath—”

Joel snatches her arm, his fingers digging into the flesh above her elbow. His emotions hit him all at once.

Fear, worry, anger. It’s the third that takes precedence, and before Tess can utter another word, Joel yanks her forward. She crashes against his chest so hard that it knocks the wind out of her. “Where the fuck is she?” He leans down, his nostrils flaring as he brings their faces the closest they have been in almost a year.

“Joel, take a fucking breath—”

“Where. Is. She.” His grip on her arm tightens with each word he bites out through his teeth. He’s vaguely aware the others have piled out of the cabin, gathering on the porch to watch the altercation.

“She ran,” Tess explains, calmly. She doesn’t falter, not even as his fingers sink deeper into her skin, promising her painful bruises which will take days to fade away. If he decided to let her live. “She ran away, Joel. I turned my back for one fucking second and she was gone. She even took my fucking pack. I tried going after her, but it was no use. She was too fast.”

Behind him, Tommy snorts. “She outran you?”

Her eyes momentarily flicker to him. “Her knees are a lot younger than mine,” she replies, flatly.

“Which direction did she go in?” Joel demands. When Tess doesn’t immediately respond, he shouts, “Which fucking direction!”

Tess manages to snatch her arm out of his grasp. She glowers at him, hissing, “What the hell does it matter which direction she went? You won’t fucking find her.”

His eyes meet hers, and he sees it. Feels it.

She’s lying to him.

“Tess.” Joel’s voice drops dangerously low. He studies her face, his brows creasing with suspicion. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do shit, Joel. She fucking ran away.”

Without warning, Joel takes her by her throat. His other hand brings his pistol to her head, shoving the barrel of it against her temple. His nose touches hers. “Now, tell me why I have the feelin’ you’re not tellin’ me the whole truth?”

Tess lifts her chin. She searches his eyes, a sharp ache shooting through her. After everything, all the hell they had been through together—he would end her life, put a bullet in her because of you? Did she mean that little to him?

Or maybe she’d never meant anything to him at all?

She’s not sure which stings more.

“Because you’ve fucking deluded yourself into thinking that she willingly wants anything to do with you,” Tess finally answers. “That’s why.”

He ignores the burn of her scorching words.

“Where the fuck is she, Tess?”

“If she’s smart, she’s far away from here by now,” she hisses. “I did everyone a fucking favor, Joel. That girl is just another fucking mouth to feed. And what if you get her pregnant? That’ll be another one. Not to mention, a crying baby could draw unwanted attention and get us all killed. Ever thought about that? She’s not an asset to the group, she’s a fucking liability. Besides, I think I can speak for everyone when I say we’re all fucking tired of hearing you ra—”

Joel digs the barrel harder into her temple, his finger hovering over the trigger. “Listen to me. You’ve got ten seconds to tell me where she is, y’understand me?”

“Or what? You’ll blow my brains out?” Foolishly, Tess chooses to call his bluff despite not knowing for certain whether or not he’ll actually pull the trigger. “Go ahead, then. Kill me, Joel.”

His finger twitches over the trigger, but he doesn’t pull it. He can’t fucking pull it. Not on her. Not on Tess.

Still in his hands, she sags slightly in relief.

Swallowing harshly, Joel Miller lowers his gun and does something she’s never seen him do before. He begs.

“Tess, tell me where she is,” he whispers. His pleading is subtle, and only she can hear it. “Please—just fuckin’ tell me where my girl is.”

Tess stands her ground and says nothing.

Releasing her, Joel shoves her aside and with nothing but his gun in his hand, he sets off to find you.

“Ow, fuck!”

You gasp, quickly lifting your bare foot off the ground.

You’d stepped on something sharp—a stick, or maybe a rock?

In a desperate attempt to try and keep up with Tess’ tracks, you had stupidly left behind your shoes back at the waterfall. But the mere seconds you had spared by not stopping to put your shoes on hadn’t given you the advantage you thought it would. She had moved much too fast, and within minutes, you’d become helplessly, hopelessly lost. Every tree and every bush, they all look exactly the same, and for all you know, you’ve probably been going around in fucking circles for the past couple of hours in your search for her footprints in the dirt.

Sagging against the trunk of a nearby tree, you take a minute to try and catch your breath, to give your poor little feet a break from hiking over fallen branches and jagged stones.

Your head falls back, eyes gazing through the canopy of trees. Dusk has settled in, and nightfall is on its heels. It was foolish of you to leave behind your shoes, but even more so to leave behind the pack she had given you—in the pack were all the things meant to help you survive. Knife, flashlight, food.

Sure, you can survive a night out here in the wilderness without any of those things—but then what? Come dawn, what do you do? Where do you go? Do you just stumble around in the woods and hope for the best? Pray you’ll make it onto a highway with signs that will point you to a quarantine zone?

Hell, maybe you’re overestimating yourself. Maybe you wouldn’t survive long enough to worry about your next move. Howls in the distance remind you there’s wildlife out here, dangerous predators that come out after dark in search of their next meal. Or what about infected? It wasn’t unheard of for them to veer off the highway and lose themselves in the trees.

You recall your first few weeks in Joel Miller’s hands.

Escaping them was all you could ever think about, even though the chances of you surviving alone were slim to none, just like they are now. Never having been on your own, death would have been inevitable—but back then, in your darkest moments in captivity, you wished for it. You’d welcomed the idea of starving, freezing, or being torn apart limb from limb by an entire hoard of clickers. At least then, you’d die with your freedom.

Almost a year later, that wish has been granted.

You’re free.

You may very well die, but you would die free.

Closing your eyes, you think about Joel. His arms, that once held you down—held you still—as he did all those things to you without your consent, are arms your heart yearns to have wrapped around you, holding you close.

“Jesus,” you grit, a tear rolling down your cheek.

Maybe Tess had been right. Maybe he really does have you fucked in the head.

Joel was a monster. He had taken everything from you, including your innocence. He’d defiled you in ways you hadn’t known were possible. He was a terrible, terrible man.

A terrible, terrible man who kept you fed.

A terrible, terrible man who kept you warm.

A terrible, terrible man who kept you safe.

Another tear slides down the side of your face. What is fucking wrong with you?

You don’t know. But what you do know is, the thought of never seeing Joel again is somehow more terrifying to you than the thought of dying even the most brutal of deaths.

A loud rustling sound brings your train of thought to an immediate, sudden halt, and your eyes wrench open.

It’s darker now, but you manage to catch a movement in the shrubs, only mere feet in front of you. Panic flares in your chest, it rattles you to your very core, and even though every nerve in your body is urging you to move, you freeze, your back flush against the tree trunk. Your fingernails dig painfully into the bark as you watch the shrubs part down the middle, and a tall, hulking figure emerges with a heavy grunt.

At first, you think it’s just a figment of your imagination showing you what you wanted to see—a hallucination. Blinking furiously, you lightly shake your head, and then take another look at him. Your breath hitches when you realize it’s Joel.

He stares at you in the same manner, as if he’s trying to figure out if you’re real, or if his mind is playing a cruel, cruel trick on him. Feet cemented to the forest floor, he watches you take a small, tentative step towards him.

Once adamant that you’d never look him in the eye, you find your gaze locking directly with his as you carefully take another step closer. Then another, and another.

“Joel?” It’s the first time you’ve ever uttered his name.

He seems as taken aback hearing it as you are saying it.

“Joel.” It rolls off your tongue smoother, and with more ease the second time around.

It sparks a flame somewhere deep, deep inside of him, a fire that burns differently than those ignited by carnal desires.

No, this is something else entirely, and you feel it too.

“Baby?” he whispers hoarsely. “S’that really you?”

“Joel!” you cry, hurling yourself into his arms.

Joel’s gun falls from his hand and he curls them around you. Burying his nose into your hair, he inhales deeply. The scent of you, the feel of you—you’re fucking real.

Shuddering with sobs of relief, your arms wrap around his waist, and you cling to him as if you’re clinging onto dear, precious life itself.

“Hush now, s’alright,” Joel soothes, cradling the back of your head in one hand, while the rubs soft, calming circles into your back. “I’ve got you, honey. M’here.”

“I swear I didn’t want to run away,” you explain through your tears. “I begged her to take me back to you, Joel, I really did! But she left me out here—she said she would shoot me if I tried following her back. Please, you have to believe me, you just have to believe me!”

He squeezes you harder against his chest. “I do, baby. I do believe you,” he assures you. Pulling away, he takes a step backward and takes your face between his palms, peering at you in concern. “Y’hurt, sweetheart?”

“No,” you hiccup, curling your hands around his wrists. Your lower lip trembles. “I—I thought I’d never see you again. I was scared I wouldn’t,” you admit, softly.

Joel’s thumb wipes away a fresh tear. “M’here now,” he murmurs. “You’re with me, baby. You’re safe, alright?” As a late evening breeze passes through, he lets you go and shrugs out of his brown jacket. He goes to drape it around your shoulders, but you snatch it right out of his hands, then toss it aside.

Something in you snaps. You take fistfuls of his flannel, pulling him down towards you to do yet something else that takes you both by surprise—you initiate a kiss. You lean forward and press your lips to his, a little swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip as you clutch tighter at his shirt, holding him in place. Groaning, Joel opens his mouth more, his tongue brushing yours.

Liquid heat pools in your belly, and before you realize it, you’ve grown frantic, kissing him with fervor. Releasing his shirt, you slide your hands down his chest, over his stomach, lower and lower until you find his belt buckle. Desperate, you clumsily fumble with it, and that’s when Joel tears away from you, his breath hitching.

You’re begging before he can even say a word. “Please. I need you—I want you. Right now.”

You cup him through his jeans, and he exhales sharply.

“Fuck.” Without giving it a second thought, his hands reach for the straps of your dress, pushing them off of your shoulders. He roughly tugs at the material, letting it slip down your body until it falls around your feet. In a tangle of limbs and tongues, you both sink to the forest floor. Your hands brush his buckle, and he catches your wrists. “Not yet, baby girl. M’still in charge, alright?”

Sheepishly, you nod.

“Say it.” His command is firm, but somehow still gentle.

“You’re—you’re in charge.”

“Good girl.” Joel guides you onto your back. He’s over you in a second, swelling your lips with a hard, hungry kiss that leaves you dizzy and breathless. He moves his mouth, teeth scraping over your cheek and jaw, down to your neck where he nips at the tender, delicate flesh over your pulse point. Then, he bites his way over your collarbone and to your shoulder. “Bet she’s already wet for me,” he mumbles into your skin. “Ain’t she, baby?”

Pushing himself back onto his knees, he slides a finger over your clothed cunt, eliciting a small gasp from you. Hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband of your cotton underwear, he yanks the fabric down your legs. It catches on your foot, your wetness smearing against the inside of your ankle.

You’re drenched.

“C’mere,” Joel grunts, sliding his hands under your ass and pulling your hips over his thighs. He leans over you once more, your bare, throbbing cunt rubbing against the crotch of his jeans. He tuts lightly into your neck as you buck against him. “Such a fuckin’ needy little girl.”

Desperate, you try rolling your hips into his. “Joel.”

“Kinda like it when y’say my name.” He starts making his way down the length of your body. “Think I’ll like it even better when you’re screamin’ it. Won’t I, baby?”

Your stomach tightens as he nibbles his way down your neck again, teeth scraping over your clavicle and down your chest to your heaving tits. Taking one in his hand, the other goes into his mouth—his tongue is scorching hot over your nipple. He licks the pebbled flesh, sucks it and bites it while he rolls the other peak in between his thumb and index finger. “Oh fuck,” you gasp.

Releasing your breast with a wet pop, Joel sinks further down your body. He plants hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your tummy, leaving behind a trail of fire in their wake. He stops over your mound and hovers for a fraction of a second before pressing his nose into the silky soft curls there. Inhaling deeply, Joel picks up the subtle, herbal scent of the lavender soap you had washed yourself with. “Fuck, y’smell so fuckin’ good.”

He pushes your thighs open, pinning one to the ground with his hand while the other goes over his shoulder. Your foot slides down his back, toes curling despite the fact that he hasn’t even reached the spot where you’re aching to have him most. Heart thundering, your blood rushes, roaring in your ears.

Joel turns his head, his lips brushing your inner thigh in another kiss. “S’this where y’want me, honey?” he asks you. Goosebumps erupt over every inch of your skin as he draws closer, his breath like steam on your core. He glances up at you, his cock twitching against his zipper at the sight of you laying naked before him on the floor of the forest. Willing. Wanting. “Hm? Right here?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please, Joel.”

Thankfully, you only have to ask him once, and then his face is buried between your legs, and he is giving you what you want.

“Fuck!” you cry out. Back arching, your head tilts back until the crown of it meets the ground, leaves and twigs finding their way into your clean hair.

Joel’s tongue flattens over your cunt in a broad stroke, then dips between your folds, collecting your slick with a harsh groan, one that sends a bone-rattling vibration throughout your entire body, from head to curled toes. His mouth opens wider—a starving, greedy man trying to eat you whole. Sliding his tongue over your clit, Joel seals his lips around it, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves until it swells in his mouth.

High-pitched little cries and whines spill from your lips. Your hands shoot down, fingers tangling themselves in his dark, graying curls, eliciting a grunt from him when you tug at his roots. “Joel, fuck,” you choke, your nails scraping against his scalp. He slurps and swallows your wetness, the sounds drowning out those of the night—the chirping of crickets, the croaking of frogs, the soft hooting of owls are washed away until all you can hear is him devouring your pussy.

Your body starts to tremble, and you know you’re close. Joel does, too. He feels your thighs twitch, threatening to close around his head, but he wrenches them further apart with a muffled but firm, “No.” He drapes his arm over your pelvis, his large hand splayed on your belly.

Relentless, he sucks your clit, gliding his tongue over it, again and again until the muscles in your lower tummy tighten and you burst at the seams, unraveling into his mouth. Warm slick gushes out of you, a sweet mess he licks clean. You choke back sobs of pleasure, your body tensing, vision blurring with every stroke of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth over your clit.

Joel lifts himself onto his knees with a grunt and gazes down at you—his good girl, sweet and pliant and ready to be fucked full of his cock. His hands slide his belt out of its brass buckle, eyes still trained on you as he pops the button of his jeans and yanks down his zipper.

Your mind is fuzzy, still syrupy and dripping—it doesn’t fully register what he’s doing, not until he climbs back over you and you his hard cock brushes your thigh, hot velvet that sears the inside of your leg. Precum smears your flesh.

“Y’feel that? Feel what you fuckin’ do to me?”

“Joel.” Hands shaking, you reach for the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin on yours. You whine when he catches both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. “Your clothes—”

“Stay on.” Ducking his head, he nips at your pulse point and mumbles, “Tell me what y’want, pretty girl.”

Joel shifts over you, his cock now resting on your lower belly, thick and heavy and leaking.

You squirm under him, hips coming off the ground, that hollow thing inside of you begging to be filled.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what y’want.”

“You, Joel—I want you. Please, please, please—”

He hushes you.

“I’ve you, baby. I’ve got you,” Joel promises. He wraps his other hand around himself, dragging the head of his cock along the seam of your puffy folds, up and down—he elicits a ragged little gasp from you when he grazes your clit and his fingers tighten around your wrists. He coats himself in your slippery slick until he’s glistening with it, and then he gives a slow roll of his hips, working himself into you.

Your mouth falls open. No words come out, no pleas for more—only jerky breaths, pathetic little pants for air as you take it.

Joel’s cock throbs, pulses like a heartbeat as your cunt welcomes him home. He presses his forehead to yours. “She’s always so fuckin’ sweet to me.” His voice is low, rough gravel. His eyes meet yours in the dark blue glow of the forest, and he savors the last moments of seeing your pretty face before the last traces of dusk are gone. Brushing his lips to the corner of your mouth, he feeds you his cock inch by inch, murmuring, “That’s it, honey. Good fuckin’ girl.”

You melt around him at his praise.

Releasing your wrists, he moves his hand, placing it on the crown of your head. “Ain’t ever lettin’ you out of my sight again,” he swears. “Alright? Never gonna be apart from me again, baby girl. Never. Y’understand me?” He curls his other hand firmly around your jaw, his fingers sticky with you and him. “Do you understand me?”

“Never,” you repeat, softly.

Joel kisses you, deep and slow, almost sweet. Tender. He breaks away, his lips hovering right over yours as he pushes his hips forward, bottoming out inside you.

Moaning, your hands grasp at his shoulders. Your legs widen further to accommodate the breadth of his hips.

“There y’go.” Joel presses deep within, until your belly feels hot and full. “That’s it, baby. Good girl,” he coos, drawing his hips back, then rolling them right back into you. He takes one of your ankles and tosses it over his shoulder, giving himself a better angle to fuck into you.

A loud cry tears from the back of your throat. “Joel!”

He grins in the darkness. He knew he’d like hearing you scream his name.

Joel’s hand settles on your leg that’s over his shoulder, your thigh already shaking. “Y’gonna be a real good girl n’ give me another one?”

You try to answer him, you really do, but your mind falls further and further away.

His fingertips sink into your thigh. He strokes in and out of you, never retreating more than inches at a time so he keeps you full. Stuffed. “Christ. Takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” he croons, moving your leg off of his shoulder so they are both wrapped around his waist. Hunching over you, he bears down hard, using most of his weight. He almost chuckles at the little oof that puffs out of you.

Rocks and twigs dig painfully into your back, but all you can do is feel him. How close he is.

You’re right there with him.

“Joel—fuck, I’m gonna co—”

You’re cut off by your own sharp gasp.

“That’s it. C’mon, honey.” Joel slips his hand between your thighs, his fingers firmly rubbing your clit. “C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and come on my cock—”

It rips through you like an electric current, a shockwave that has you clawing at the dirt. You come crying Joel’s name, crumbling into a whimpering, quivering mess.

Within seconds, he’s swept away by the same tide.

“Baby,” he groans, dropping his head into the hollow of your neck. He goes still and lets your tight cunt clench at him, gripping his cock as it throbs, pulses, empties into you. After a minute, he brushes a kiss to your neck before mumbling, “My sweet girl.”

Joel makes no move to pull out of you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your soiled fingers toy with the soft curls at the nape of his neck, shattered breaths slowing and piecing back together.

You gaze up through the trees at the night sky, feeling the safest you’ve ever been with the earth at your back and your whole world on top of you, his cock buried in your cunt.

Tess is right. Joel Miller really does have you fucked in the head.

You’re certain of it when you make the realization with a smile.

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°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ better than revenge 🤍 rafayel 祁 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ೃ࿔pairing: lads rafayel x reader

ೃ࿔summary: rafayel did not come home to me three banners in a row so i gave him a mommy kink and delayed gratification out of pure spite. how about this u shrimp i’m so mad.

ೃ࿔word count: 1.9k

ೃ࿔tags: 18+, smut, pure smut, let him suffer the consequences of his actions, i wrote it in like 20 minutes don’t take this seriously, p in v (because i’m a good person at the end of the day he should be grateful), delayed gratification, mommy kink, i love my men a little bit pathetic, pure filth i’m sorry, argument, but they love each other of course they do!!! begging, it somehow got angsty??? What the HECK is going on in my head i’m not sure anymore. i freaking hope i will get that god of the tides or else…….

NOT checked for errors, i’m sorry!! It is a crime of passion this time.

!!DON’T you DARE read if you’re not 18+!!

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Rafayel was so regretful and you could see that—in the way his brows furrowed, his arms holding your frame tightly, his eyes never leaving yours, tears already glistening on his eyelashes. You could also hear that— in his whimpers and mewls, soft moans and whines that were leaving his lips uncontrollably at this point. And you could definitely feel that—in the way he was desperately kissing at your cheeks, neck and shoulders, leaving wet skin behind; in the desperate rutting of his hips against your closed thighs.

And this one time you allowed yourself to feel satisfaction because of the state you managed to put him in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry, please.” He whined against your skin, his face nuzzling into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. His arms held you tightly, his hips never stopping its erratic movements against your leg, sliding your skirt up in the process, desperate to feel your bare skin against his hard member. “Cutie, please. I already apologized so many times, just—please. Please, cutie? Let me in, yeah?” He looked into your eyes again, his gaze full of pleading and desperation, and you forced yourself to stay indifferent.

“Raf, no.” You answered, even though you wanted him too. But you couldn’t give in yet, not when you wanted to mess with him more for the way he treated you not so long ago. “First you scolded me for not talking to you, even though you knew that I had a rough week at work. And then, when I visited you, you called me, and I quote Rafayel, irritably clingy.” You answered, keeping your face turned away from him.

You still remember how you came into his home today, ecstatic to see him because you missed him the whole time you were away, hugging him and kissing at his mouth and cheeks happily only for him to push you away. The image of him turning his head away from you, his hand slightly pushing you away, a pout on his lips, is still vivid in your mind, making your heart squeeze painfully.

He didn’t care that you were truly busy, your legs aching from a whole week of fighting SSS-class Wanderers, your head begging for some rest. And instead of comforting you, he gave you his attitude, rejected your affection, called you clingy. You knew that most of the time he was not speaking seriously, and that he was prone to exaggeration and dramatics, but this time, you knew that you didn’t deserve such treatment.

You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine: you waited until he calmed down, then proceeded to seduce him, and when he became desperate and ready to get down to business, you were the one who pushed him away this time, refusing to let him in.

And he wasn’t taking it very well, especially after your time apart. Your previous touches ignited a flame within him, filling him with desire so tangible it was practically pouring out of him.

“So, let’s see who the clingy one really is now.” You added, and squeezed your tights even tighter, his hot breath warming your left cheek.

“Nooo, no, no, no. You know that I didn’t mean it, cutie. It was just, just a bad joke. A mistake I really regret. I really do.” His face nuzzled your cheek, hips still moving against your leg. His whimpers never-ending. “I love when you touch me. Kiss me. Hold me. I love it, you know that, you do.”

“Well, sometimes it would be great if you actually showed it to me instead of being mad at me for having a job.”

“I will! I promise, I will. I promise. I’m sorry.” He brought your body closer to himself, his arms going up and down your waist in a comforting gesture. “Let me in, please, you—you riled me up and—and left me, and I can’t, I can’t, I need to be inside you, please.”

“Rafayel…” You breathed out, your hands going to cup his warm cheeks, his pleading eyes meeting yours. You couldn’t give in that easily. “No.”

He choked out a cry.

And you saw how he snapped, his jaw tightened and eyes closed, one tear slipping away. Then another, and another, until he completely broke down, his face now wet, a pout on his lower lip, his hands touching your whole body erratically.

“Please. I’ll be good. I will.” He whimpered, completely out of control. You knew that until you gave him your consent, he would not force you to do anything. And the way he respected your wishes, although his whole body was trembling while he knew, he felt that you wanted him too despite your negations, was starting to made your resolve wither. “I’ll make you feel s’good. S’good like I always do, just—please. Open up for me?”

You shook your head and his lower lip trembled in response, his head going to rest on your shoulder, his hair wet and cold, making you shiver. He was sweating so bad. His hips were still rutting against your leg, but you knew that it wasn’t nearly enough for him; the friction only made him feel more impatient.

He choked out another broken cry, took your hand in his, kissed your knuckles, and continued kissing up your arm. You didn’t know how long you’ll be able to keep denying him, it was the first time you saw him acting so desperate, so pathetic for you and your need to comfort him was starting to become unbearable.

His glossy eyes met yours and you saw how red his lips were from how much he had been biting them. He leaned down and placed a soft, wet kiss on your lips. One. Two. Three kisses. All of them gentle, all of them apologetic.

“Please.” He whispered into your lips. Another kiss came, as soft and warm as the ones before. “—M—Mommy, please. I’m sorry.” The word that slipped from his lips was new, your eyes widening, your core squeezing on nothing but air.

Oh, god.

“Will you forgive me? Mommy, please, w—will you?” You looked at his face between his soft, gentle kisses and you’ve noticed how red he was, the embarrassment spreading up from the tips of his ears, down to his chest. “L-Let me make you feel good. I’ll be a good boy. The best boy.”

Your head was spinning, your cheeks turning red too. You couldn’t find it in yourself to hide how much you liked when he called you that way. God, what was he doing to you?

“Mommy, let me in. I need you. I need you s’bad I—” He opened his eyes and pressed a kiss to your brow and eyes, his hands shakily caressing your hair. “Don’t be mad anymore, okay? I just—I just can’t live without you that’s why I—That’s why I said these things. I always worry that you’ll forget about me and that’s why I’m gettin’ so defensive and mean. But I know you won’t, because you love me, and I love you and—i’m sorry.” He looked into your eyes and you had a feeling that if he won’t stop talking he was going to make you cry too.

You hugged him to yourself tightly and he reciprocated the hug immediately, his head resting on your chest. He sniffed and started to calm down, his body no longer shaking.

“I do love you, Rafayel.” You said into his hair, and you made him look up again, your hands going to grab his wet cheeks. His eyes glistened with hope, his lips swollen and wet. He looked so adorable that you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. “Next time you’ll miss me, just text me okay? Tell me how you feel, and no matter how busy I will be, I will find time to at least send you a voice message. And I will try to keep you updated when I’m away on missions.” He nodded happily, and you swiped the tears off of his cheeks. “But please, don’t push me away when I miss you just as badly. I get hurt too.”

“Yes. Yes, I won’t, I promise. I do.” He answered and kissed the palm of your hand, nuzzling into it. “I’m really sorry. I will never do that again. I swear.”

“Okay.” You answered quietly and then loosened up your thighs, making a place for him between your legs. His breath came out shakily, his cock immediately landing on top of your panties. Your skirt had been pushed up long ago, the material now resting on your stomach, giving him an easy access to where he wanted to be buried in from the very beginning.“Now come to me, my little fishie.”

He pressed a wet kiss on your mouth once again, and before you knew it he quickly grabbed your panties to the side and slid right into you, making you gasp both in surprise and out of pleasure.

He slipped the tongue between your lips and kissed you without mercy, his hips snapping quickly and erratically, the rhythm uneven, the force of the thrusts relentless.

Suddenly, he cried into your mouth, his whole body shuddering and then going completely still. You felt the reason why a second later.

The warmth spread inside you, overwhelming your senses.

“F—Fuck, sorry, I—I didn’t mean to…So fast…” He managed to utter, his body still shaking in the aftershocks of his sudden orgasm. Your hands went up to his hair, stroking the strands gently, showing him that you didn’t mind, wanting him to calm down and let himself drown in the pleasure.

“Shh, it’s okay. You did so well.” His face was red, his eyes avoiding yours, and you smiled gently at him. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and swiped your hand on his chest affectionately. “My sweet baby boy.”

“Yeah, yours.” His hips started to move again, making you moan in surprise. You wrapped your legs around him and he put one of his arms under your back, lifting you in order to make his thrusts reach deeper. “Always, yours. Only yours.” The pace was getting quicker, your moans mixing with his grunts, your heartbeats although unsteady, seemed to match each other’s tempo.

“M-mommy can I—Can I come inside again? I—I can’t stop.” He almost whispered into your ear, and you shuddered, the pleasure spreading throughout your whole body in the form of goosebumps. His lips were not leaving your body, pressing kisses on any patch of skin he could reach. “I missed you too much. You’re so warm. So safe.”

Rafayel’s beautiful eyes met yours, the purple somehow standing out in the darkness of the night. He send you a gentle smile, his thrusts slowing down, the movements becoming more precise and controlled.

“I don’t want the night to end, cutie.” He said quietly, as if he was sharing a secret. His hands cupped your cheeks and he studied your face, searching for any sign of pleasure. He wanted to know if he was making you feel as good as he promised he would. “Let me make it all better. I will show you how sorry I truly am, my love.”

The night was just getting started. And after several hours of moving rhythmically against each other, loosing yourselves in your passionate embrace, the sunrise was a witness to Rafayel’s vow; your wet bodies and tangled limbs a good enough proof of his fulfilled promise.

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GOD i’m so embarrassed. I wrote it in like half an hour and it SHOWS forgive me. I’ve never in my life written something so short and filthy. If u liked it screenshot it bc i’m not sure i will let it haunt tumblr for long 💀 UPDATE: OKAY I HEAR U I WON’T DELETE IT I SWEAR!!!! I had no idea it would be SO therapeutic for all of us thats actually so sad dndbsb ENJOY!

Better hope i’ll get that god of the tides or else rafayel will not know peace…. I will continue to bully him with my pen i swear to god.

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coolpuppy12 · 8 months ago

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Introducing the Doo Doo Save File - Version One!

Disclaimer:

This save is still very much a work in progress. While most things appear to be complete (such as builds), there's still a lot to be done. So, keep that in mind. Also, I tried my best to playtest everything, but this is a HUGE save. So, it's possible I missed things. If I did, feel free to let me know!

TOU:

Please don't claim as your own. Don't reupload my builds as your own. Basically, don't be weird. Just give credit please as this took centuries to do lol.

Special Thanks!

EDIT: Ahhh! Big thank you to @lasabarcassims for helping me set up SimFileShare! Please check out their save as well. It’s amaaaazing.

Shout out to @aaliyahnavI @doit4thesims @forever-lbsims @senselesssims for playtesting this monstrosity. I greatly appreciate you all!

Thanks to @simmerapple (gallery: ImpossibleBelle) and @simkuza (Gallery: Mimilagu) for checking out the save and sending some of their amazing sims to use!

Lastly, I want to thank everyone for their continued support and encouragement! When I started this thing, I was just bored and looking for a way to improve my game. I honestly did not expect to finish it, nor did I expect so many of you to care lol. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. It's still very rough around the edges, but I hope it brings you some enjoyment!

Also, don't hesitate to tag me in any posts! I want to see my precious Doo Doo brought to life!

Doo Doo V1 (with rentals - updated): download here!

Alt. DL here!

Doo Doo V1 (without rentals - outdated): download here!

Alt. DL here!

MORE INFO AND SCREENSHOTS BELOW:

Here is an overview of everything:

16 worlds redone (Mt. Komorebi, Sulani, Selvadorada, and Tomarang still need some TLC)

Some updated townies with lore, relationships, jobs, etc. etc.

New townies!

New clubs and holidays

LOTS of packs used, so not BG friendly

For Version 2, I hope to finish this save completely. When will that be? That's a good question lol

What's not included:

All the packs - I don't own (and probably never will lol) HSY, Werewolves, Lovestruck, and MWS. Also missing most of the kits.

Specialty lots (i.e. police station, magic realm) won't be touched until Ver. 2

CC, Mods, and Tips

If you want the townies’ relationships to stay intact, I HIGHLY recommend downloading MCCC. If not, you shouldn’t have any issues playing the save, but some relationships will eventually be deleted due to the culling system. Instructions here!

I did use one piece of CC, but it is absolutely not required in order to download this save. It's the Modern Family Portrait by RAVASHEEN! Download only if you want some cute portraits of the families.

For this save, I grouped some of the worlds together. You don't have to play this way, it's just a note to consider:

Oasis Springs, Del Sol Valley, and StrangerVille

Newcrest, Willow Creek, and Magnolia Promenade

Windenburg, Forgotten Hallow, Glimmerbrook, and Henford

San Myshuno, Brindleton Bay

San Sequoia and Evergreen Harbor

The other worlds? They're just on their own for now.

PHOTOS!

#Doo Doo Save File #I'm not touching this save for a solid week or two LOL #also doo doo almost died thanks to For Rent...#sims 4 save file #simblr #ts4 simblr #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 simblr

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fungateshortcakes · 6 months ago

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Pornstar!Logan NSFW

This work is inspired by @bpmiranda and their own pornstar!Logan smut, which you can find here. Please go and check it out, it's so yummy and i hope I am doing this idea justice.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

Summary: Up until now, filming a porn video was only something you joked about. But after your job failed you, this simple 'joke' brought you to a whole new carreer path that you would love to explore further, especially if your co-worker was this handsome man that ruined your pussy for everyone else.

Wordcount: 2.3k -ish

Warnings/tags: pornstar!Logan, pornstar!reader, porn with plot, first porn recording, filmed sex, best friends dad porn, squirting, unprotected penis in vagina sex, pussy pronouns, implied blowjob, basically sex with a stranger, dirty talk, doggy style, Logan is older than reader, cumming on pussy, perverted director, mention of threesome (F/F/M), english isn't my first languange (lmk if i missed something!)

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It had always been a joke. All of this - you just joked about it. But now as you stood in front of this building, the filming location, that's when you truly knew that it was in fact not a joke anymore.

You were about to cast in your first professional porn video.

For years you had been telling your friends, if your degree didn't work out, you'd start selling nsfw art. If your job applications would keep getting rejected, you would become a stripper. It was always something you and your friends could laugh about greatly, but it was never really taken serious in the end. That was about to change.

Throughout the last months, you had taken this career path more and more into your field of interest. Your hated your job, the salary, the people there and your boss. You needed a quick change. So you read about becoming a porn actress, watched interviews with stars of this industry, stating how they got into it, what they had to do, how they coped with everything at the start and much more. You felt ready, but you also didn't really, not when you stood in front of this building and knew that in just an hour, you would be having a stranger pounding his cock into your pussy while everyone around watched.

You took a deep breath as you entered and upon stating your name at the reception desk, you were brought to the second floor where you were greeted by the director.

"Ah, there you are! You're (Y/N), right?" he said and shook your hand with a firm grip. He was the manager of all of this. He had been in this industry for years and sounded very nice from the very start. You felt comfortable as you stood in front of him. You nodded your head. "Yeah, that's me. I hope I am not too late?" you asked nervously, biting your lip. You really didn't need to leave a bad expression right on the first day.

He laughed and shook his head "No, don't worry. You're just in time to meet the guy you're gonna work with today. You're gonna like him." he said and winked at you. You had already heard a bit about the man that would, to put it as is, fuck you today. They praised him highly, told you that you should be happy to have the opportunity with him because he gets so many requests from porn actresses every day.

Richie shoved you through a crowd of working people to a cozy break corner for the actors. There he stood. And wow. He already wore his outfit for the upcoming video. It was a plain black shirt, a thick belt and rugged jeans, but damn. He looked good.

Upon seeing you, a smirk spread across his lips and he stood up, hands in his pockets. "That's Mr. Howlett. Your lover for today" Richie chuckled as he introduced you to him.

"Call me Logan, sweets. Nice to meet you, heard a lot about ya" Logan said and his voice alone made your pussy throb. You both shook hands and you told him your name as well. It would be a lie if you said you weren't anxious. Your heart was beating out of your throat. You were intimidated by your work partners looks and the fact that he was a lot more experienced in this field than you. He looked very charming and handsome, picture perfect like some famous hollywood actor. And you were just, well, you. You felt like you couldn't compete with that in the slightest.

The time you had to speak to him, get to know him at least a little bit before his cock was in your mouth, was limited, because you were pulled to different stations by different people left and right, getting you into costume, fixing your make-up and hair, even checking if you had shaved down there properly. It was all so much at once, but Logan was always watching over you, weirdly enough, reassuring you. Truth be told, he saw himself when he looked at you. He was pretty confident by nature, but when he first started out in this business, he was overwhelmed and unsure at first as well. So he felt deep sympathy with you, even if you didn't know that.

Now you stood at the set with your two co-stars, Logan and some other woman who you didn't know the name of because she was so minor to the scene. She was only there to play your best friend from college. Your best friend with a smoking hot single father.

Your nerves were killing you as you stood in the pre-build bedroom with your co-star. You took a deep breath and decided to go with the flow. You knew the script, you knew the movements and looks, so there wasn't really anything that could go wrong. Right? "Okay, cameras, lights, action!" Richie yelled over the set. Now there was no going back.

You flopped down on your friends bed with a sigh. "This assigment is killing me. We've been working on it for days now and we aren't getting anywhere" you scoffed. Your on screen friend agreed with you, voicing her anger towards the professor as well.

You started acting like you were starting to unpack your bag when you heard a car engine. Your co-star groaned. "Perfect, now my dad's here. He normally works longer than that" she said. You had never met her dad, he was always at work when you were over. "Lindsay, I'm home!" Logan called before he stepped into the room, stopping in his tracks as he saw you. The camera zoomed in on your slightly shocked face, taking in your agape mouth and how your eyes clouded over. You crossed your leg over the other as warmth spread through your core.

Logan smirked at you, leaning against the doorframe. "So, you are the girl my daughter has been doing that assigment with, I assume? Nice to meet you, I'm her old man." he spoke in his deep voice, extending a warm, strong hand out for you to shake, a knowing look being shared between you as he eyed you up and down, pratically undressing you with his gaze only.

The director yelled cut. You let out a nervous sigh. This worked out way better than you had imagined, but that was just the easy part of this whole thing.

Though, the second Logan pushed the tip of his cock into your sopping pussy with a relieved smile on his lips that wasn't part of the script, you couldn't care less about your insecurities or worries. The words you were supposed to say just came naturally with the way he fucked you open. "Such a greedy little cunt, she is practically sucking me in" he groaned, one hand pushing your head into the pillows of his daughters bed.

"You really needed this, huh? Needed a big fucking cock to pound your pussy. The boys in college just don't cut it, am I right?" He groaned, enjoying the way your pussy tightened around his throbbing shaft. How could a cock feel this good? Logan could ask you the same thing - how could a fucking pussy be this tight and warm and just sopping wet?

Logan watched your face being squished against the pillows, slurring your words while you drooled. He smirked. You were made for this, the camera was eating you up like this. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about using this video when he was at home to get off. He leaned down to your ear, his plush lips kissing and biting at the shell before he whispered something only for you to hear "What a natural you are. Gotta have to request you as my partner more often from now on, don't I?" he was whispering in such a hot, breathless voice, it almost made you cum before you even should. He could feel that. And oh boy did it feed his ego.

"Does it turn you on? Being fucked on your best friends bed? By her dad?" Logan rumbled in character, kneading your tits. It took you a while to get a hold of your thoughts and the script, so Logan used that silence to keep whispering in your ear how fucking pretty your tits were. "Y-yes! I...I love it" you slurred, your voice raw from the moans you couldn't hold back for the life of you.

Logan hummed pleased. "Oh I bet you do, baby. Already so cockdrunk for me"

Your pussy felt so good with the way he was dragging his cock in and out, reaching places inside you you didn't knew existed. It was funny to you - you were supposed to fake moan and falsely contort your face in pleasure - but you didn't have to do any of that. If anything, you needed to shut up. You were moaning so loud and so prettily for Logan, it was almost excessive. You just couldn't help yourself. Every time you tried to shut your mouth, Logan would notice and pound into your sweet spot. He couldn't have you denying him of your cute sounds.

Not long and the scene ended with you squirting all over his cock and the sheets. That wasn't initially meant to happen, but with the way Logan was fucking you, you lost control as your orgasm hit. Logan tried to mask his surprise by going off script, continuing to circle your clit "Yes, such a good girl. Keep making a mess for me, baby" he groaned into your neck. You squirmed in his grasp, the overstimulation too much as you felt him cumming over your pussy. He hadn't expected you squirting, but it served perfectly to make him cum like he hadn't in a while.

Richie yelled cut again and Logan let go of your hips, making you fall flat onto the drenched sheets, completely boneless. You could hear faint applause and a warm hand on your back. As Richie approached the bed, Logan was quick to bring you his fluffy robe and wrapped it around you aftwr helping your shaken form to sit up, shielding you from prying eyes. The crew was highly professional for the most part, but there were some creeps shamelessly goggling at the actresses, especially newcomers. Sometimes Richie was one of them...

So Logan had a protective hand around your back, sprawled over your waist to keep you pressed into his side while you regained your composure. You were tired and worn out, but in a very very good way. Your core buzzed with warmth and so did the rest of your body. Without realising, you leaned your head onto Logans shoulders, softly closing your eyes for a moment. It made his heart skip a beat.

"Jesus Christ, you two were really going at it, huh?" Richie grinned and clapped his hands together. "I am deeply impressed with you, rookie. The camera loved you. Didn't even have to correct you at all. Can't believe you haven't done this before" the middle aged man chuckled and tried to discreetly pear down your cleavage to which Logan covered your upper body a bit more, staring Richie down. You didn't feel all too safe now, especially in your slight dazed state. But Logan was there and somehow being able to nuzzle into him for protection eased your mind greatly. "You two can go and take a break. I have Mirinda, Mandy and Josh for the next sesh. But after that, I'd like to see you both in action again. Maybe with another woman as well, how would you like that?"

Logan declined for you with a slight bite to his voice, excusing you and himself after he had wrapped a towel around his hips and brought you to his dressing room. Richie wasn't a bad man. But he was far from being appropriate at times. It happened rarely and mostly only to actresses who had been in this industry for years, but they knew how to treat directors like him for rude staring not to happen. But you were still so young and inexperienced with everything, so anxious and nervous. Logan wanted to protect that. Protect you. The industry was tough and he didn't want you to break under all of this like he did in the beginning himself.

"Thank you for uhm...getting me out of there" you mumbled as you began to dress yourself again with the clothes you had arrived in. You chuckled to yourself as Logan turned around when you put on your bra and underwear as if he hadn't just conpletely seen you bare and ruined you for every other man.

He scoffed. "Not for that. It was the least I could do. Sometimes he gets a bit creepy, but he his decent. He doesn't do more than stare, fortunately. Still, I'm sorry you had to endure that on your first day. But that's, sadly, how it is" he answered, pulling his shirt over his head and you shamelessly watched his muscles dip and contract from his movements.

You buttoned up your blouse and shrugged. "I expected it, honestly. But you were my knight in shining armor, or lack there of-" you laughed and Logan couldn't help but chuckle alongside you. "- so it wasn’t that bad. At least the sex was good"

Logan smirked. "It was?" he asked with a cocky undertone. He knew that it was, but hearing it from you directly made his chest flutter. Not that he would ever admit that. You nodded with a hum, slightly chewing on your bottom lip.

"I have to say the same. You have a great pussy" he blurts out, making both of you laugh. "There is more where that came from, lover boy" it was very easy to be comfortable around Logan and it made you feel a little less lost. It made you feel like you had a guiding hand and you were so grateful that he was there. It wasn’t his job to be your caretaker, he wasn't getting paid to tell you how to do things or protect you from backhanded nasty comments from filming crew members. But you were glad he instantly took you under his wing like this.

You couldn't wait to shoot with him again

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I had so much fun writing this! Let me hear your thoughts, do you want a part two?

And don't be scared, there is also going to be more sub!Logan soon and a few fluff drabbles as well. Stay tuned!