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bigger than all of them
summary - you and the girls have an extremely spicy wine evening [ 18+ content / mature ]
word count - >1k
pairing - azriel x mate!reader
You were 3 bottles of wine deep and had no filter.
Mor had convinced you and the girls to have a wine night in at the House of Wind. She had raided Rhys’ wine store room and taken some of his most potent stuff, hence why you were all so inebriated.
The night had started of sweet and friendly, but at some point it had taken a dark and sexual turn which is why you were all now divulging in each other’s sex lives.
“Well I hope you get treated right in the bedroom, Emerie.” Nesta smirked.
Emerie and Mor had been together for over three years now and they were still very much in their honeymoon phase. You doubted they would ever leave it.
“She does.” Mor answered, looking at her love from across the room with stars in her eyes, “And not just the bedroom.”
Emerie blushed, shaking her head as if she couldn��t believe this conversation was really happening.
“Are you a giver or receiver?” Nesta asked Emerie, wanting more details.
“Can I say both?” She replied.
“I would’ve thought Mor would’ve been the giver.” Feyre chimed in, nudging her shoulder into Mor’s since they were sat on the sofa next to each other.
“Sometimes it’s nice to switch.” Mor shrugged. “Top up anyone?”
Mor offered the bottle to everyone, holding it up whilst others held up their glasses to fill. Nesta’s was barely sipped from yet and she was demanding a refill. Yours was almost empty but you didn’t raise your glass just yet.
“Someone fill up Y/Ns glass. We need her tipsier before we question her about Az.” Mor demanded.
You blushed as you thought about being in the spotlight for being questioned about your sex life - with Azriel! Az was practically a brother to Mor and part of Nesta and Feyre’s immediate family, so it felt forbidden to talk about him like that with them. Yet, you did want to divulge a little.
“I need to be drunker to hear about Azriel’s sex life.” Nesta laughed, holding her glass out for Mor to fill.
“Where is he tonight?” Gwyn asked.
“Who? Az?” You asked.
“Mhm.”
“At home, I think.” You replied.
“Oh yes! You just moved houses didn’t you. How did that go?” Elain asked.
“It was good. We’re still decorating but we’re taking our time.” You answered, crossing your legs underneath as you got comfortable. The blanket had fallen slightly off your legs so you pulled it back up onto your lap.
“What colour are you painting the walls?”
“I think–.”
“I’m sorry. I did not invite you all over to hear what tone of beige Y/N and Azriel are painting their house. I want to know something more interesting. Like.. Have you defiled the house yet?” Mor asked.
All eyes switched to you intensely, like you were about to tell the most important story of all existence.
You took a nervous sip of wine, readying yourself for the beginning of the interrogation.
“Yes.” You said simply.
“And?” Feyre asked, eyes wide waiting for more.
“And what?” You pretended to be clueless.
“Oh please… We want to know what room. When? How long? What’s he like? Is the best you’ve ever had?” Nesta pried.
You bit your lip as you readied yourself to answer the questions. Hopefully Az wouldn’t care that you were going to divulge so many details with your friends.
“On the first night in our new house we… you know—.”
“Fucked?” Mor interjected.
“Yeah, fucked, for.. well I remember we started before dinner and then I don’t really ever remember going to bed… so, all night?”
Everyone squealed.
Feyre kicked her legs as she screamed in excitement and Gwyn almost spilt her wine on the floor from how elated she was.
You and Azriel were a very private couple, so hearing details like these were very rare and few - which is why it was all the more monumental when people did hear the details. Whether the details were soft or sexy were completely dependent on whether you’d been fed wine or not - Mor knew what she doing.
“Is he… big?” Gwyn asked shyly, still getting comfortable with talking about stuff like this.
“Well I have nothing to compare it to.” You furrowed your brows.
Nesta held up her hands in front of her, palms facing inwards to each other, drawing them a little closer together but still far enough part to keep a good distance between them.
“This is Cassian.” She said.
Feyre copied Nesta’s actions but created a gap that was a little smaller but by only a fraction.
“Rhys.”
Elain held hers up then, the smallest of all the gaps but still a big gap nonetheless, “Lucien.”
You bit your lip as you tried to suppress the giggle you wanted to let out. You tilted your chin to your chest as you answered, refusing to meet anyones eye as you did, “Bigger than all of them.”
“I knew it!” Mor shouted, raising her arms to the sky in triumph with herself.
“Well done, love, you correctly guessed the size of your brothers dick.” Emerie teased her.
“Gods, he must be good then Y/N/N?” Gwyn asked.
“Mhm.” You nodded, taking a sip of your wine.
“Did it get better with the bond?” Elain asked you.
“Oh yeah, definitely. You agree Mor?”
“Definitely.” Mor looked lovingly at Emerie, her mate, as she answered. Emerie nodded in agreement with Mor.
Feyre pouted as she watched their interaction, probably missing her own mate. Rhys and Feyre had the kind of bond where they couldn’t go half a day without being with each other. It was sweet.
“I think also, like, Az has learnt what I do and don’t like which is why it feels better.” You said.
“Oh yeah? What’s the best thing he’s learnt to do?” Nesta asked devilishly.
You pursed your lips and squinted as you thought about which moment to answer with, the wine having given you enough liquid courage to talk more about this kind of stuff.
Damn you Mor.
“He does this thing with his shadows…”
The girls squealed again and your toes curled just thinking about Azriel.
“He… sometimes ties me with them and uses the spare tendrils to tease me.” You blushed.
“Oh!”
“Y/N!!!”
“Yes!”
“Good for you!”
The girls seemed more excited by this than you. They did have a point. It was a pretty intense and exciting thing, to have a mate that was so open and interested in loving you in different ways.
It made your sex life interesting and fresh.
“I wish Cassian had shadows now, dammit.” Nesta rolled her eyes.
“He must treat you good, Y/N.” Feyre said.
“He does. Really good.”
“I knew this wine night was a good idea!” Mor laughed and so did the rest of you.
Maybe she had a point. It was nice to be comfortable enough to talk about these kind of things with some of the best people in your life. Not to mention it made you even more excited to get home to Azriel later on and defile another room with him.
#azriel x reader#azriel#azriel fic#acotar#acotar fic rec#azriel fic rec#azriel x you#azriel smut#azriel fanfic
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♡5 Favours♡
Non-ldol Fiance Choi San x (F) Reader
Summary: Yes, maybe using spoilers as a way to get your way isn't a good thing, but hey, if he's entertaining it, why would you stop?
Genre: Fluff
Rating: SFW
Word Count: 1 K
Est. Read Time: 5 min
Warnings: None
Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet
Song Rec: Across the Universe, Yerin Baek
“What are you doing?” He whispered in amusement, turning his head to eye the way you covered your phone with your hand, facing away, so he couldn't catch a glimpse of the screen.
San shook his head in defeat, putting the earbud back in his ear as he turned to face the small screen of his phone, he needed to finish this series so he could discuss it with Mingi- that and the fact that you were a constant looming threat with your new blackmail policy, asking him for stupid favours or you'd give him spoilers.
The first favour he had to give you was to indulge in your unhealthy habit of doom scrolling cringe reels at unglodly hours of the night , because you couldn't sleep at night and out of his love for you, he'd stay awake with you. Snuggling against you in the dead of the night, your hand gently stroking his head lovingly as he'd try not to fall asleep, to stay awake with you, only for his efforts to go in vain, falling asleep against you in a matter of minutes. He'd then wake up to more than fifty pointless, sometimes funny, reels in his message box.
The second favour he had to give you was to respond to each one of the messages you had sent the night before, “Wouldn’t be doing this if you stayed awake- gotta prove you love me bub, or would you like to know how -” . San would be zooming through the messages before she could continue to ruin the show for him.
The third time the love of his life blackmailed him was when he was woken up in the middle of the night to her whispering in his ear, “We should have the mint-choco brownie icecream combo.” Indeed, the two of you found yourself wearing layer upon layer, standing outside the little cafe that opened at 4 a.m., so you could have such a not so healthy breakfast.
The fourth wasn't technically a favour, but a decision he had taken himself, as soon as he saw your tired figure leaning against the uncomfortable chair at the ER he had stumbled into to look for you. You hadn't particularly called him there. No, you had just texted the man that you weren't feeling well, so you were going to go get it checked. He couldn't blame you for his eagerness to diagnose you. As someone who trusted his colleagues, Dr.Choi could not trust anyone when it came to your health. Not even Mingi, the man he had spent his resident years with, whatever you had, it would be him who'd diagnose it- and he did, once he had you sit on the uncomfortable stool and checked your vitals- let's just say after that he'd ensured yous slept on time- “No more midnight doom scrolling for you little miss.”
Once the chronic fatigue issue had been dealt with and he had slipped a promising gold band on your dainty finger, he had realised the fifth favour was approaching, especially since the future Mrs.Choi had become a bit too clingy. Not that he'd mind, in fact, he'd wholeheartedly accept you clinging onto him, holding his hand whenever you had the chance, tugging on his sleeve, choosing to ask him for a hug through actions. But it wasn't a usual case scenario. It meant that you were either still physically sick or were worried about something. Once again the doctor was right, his diagnosis was spot on when he found you silently crying in the washroom one night when he had come home early, only for you to blab out some excuses- that is until he coaxed it out of you. “I'll miss you…you'll be gone for 2 months and…you'll be busy…”
That's why Dr.Choi had ended up paying for a plus one, a ticket and a bigger room, so his little miss wouldn't be sad and lonely, while he was busy with his conferences- granted he too wanted your company more than he had ever imagined, you'd manage to grow on him more than expected, love aside, he had begun to live a bit better with you around, even if you two did become a bit competitive, he'd let you win, because his prize wasn't winning, but that cheeky chuckle that would sneak past your lips once you'd realise you had won- even if it was something as trivial as throwing the paper ball in the bin.
With a heavy, satisfied sigh, he leaned back and took off the ear buds, he was done and watched it all through and through. There was just one problem now. He didn't have the patience to wait and discuss it with Mingi, hence he had decided to bell the cat himself and talk to you about it, only to turn to you and find you snuggled against the seat, facing him, asleep, probably frolicking around in a field of daisies in your dreams- maybe he was there, twirling you around, dancing with you and the petals, maybe he was kissing you softly, something he wanted to do right now.
He leaned closer to gently peck your lips, only for his hand to slide against your phone, the screen lighting up, distracting him as he glanced down, his heart swelling at the sight of your lock screen wallpaper. So that's what you had been doing, secretly taking pictures of him - even getting his good side. You really were good at your job. He was glad he had encouraged you to bring your camera along, of course, so you could take shots that were work related, definitely not his.
Picking up the phone his dimples began to show as he felt fuzzy all over, admiring the way you had captured the moment and decided to keep it safe with you. He was glad to have brought you along, and he'd do you an unhealthy amount of favours, go out of the way for you even if you have nothing on him, because even you were well aware of the fact that behind all these childish games you loved him, and well, he didn't just love you, you were the reason his heart was beating- you were much more than his friend, his -at certain moments- blackmailer, his lover, his companion- you were his lifeline.
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Obtainable
A/N: part two of Unattainable, a LOT of angst, nanami is kinda lowkey a creep, unhealthy work behaviors, she's a badass tho
Part 1: Unattainable, Part 3:
It’s been two months.
Two months, and Nanami still hasn’t been able to tear himself away from the ache that consumes him when he thinks of her. The longing that curls up in his chest, tightens around his heart, and refuses to let go. It’s worse than before. He’s drowning in it.
The whispers have died down since the divorce—there’s nothing left to speculate about, not when her ex is a forgotten ghost of a man, a relic of a time that’s no longer relevant to anyone. Especially not to her. He watches her from across the room, watches how she holds herself now—like a woman freed from a cage she never knew was locking her in.
Her beauty is radiant, untouched by the shadows that once clung to her.
The woman sitting beside him at this dinner—the one in the deep red dress, with her hair swept up into an elegant bun and her sharp eyes burning through the air like a storm—is nothing short of dangerous. She glows. She’s untouchable. She’s been free for just long enough to truly embody it. Her skin has a new luster to it. She’s glowing from within, or maybe it’s the lack of the chains of her marriage.
God, he needs her.
He’s losing it. He’s losing his mind.
His hand tightens around his glass, the ice cubes clinking lightly. He’s so painfully aware of her. Her every breath. The way she takes a sip of her drink, slow and deliberate, as if she’s savoring every drop—savoring something, even if it’s not him.
Not yet, anyway. His pulse hammers, quickens. He knows she feels it, too. She must. She has to. Why else would she be sitting next to him? Why else would she allow him this close when there are other seats, other people, other ways to avoid the suffocating intensity between them?
His fingers twitch. He’s thought about this moment a thousand times, but none of those thoughts—those fantasies—have prepared him for the cold, hard reality of sitting next to her, of watching the way her lips curl when she speaks to someone else, of watching the way her eyes linger just a little too long in his direction. Her gaze shifts from her plate to his face, then flickers away, but not before it has made his stomach flip, not before his heart beats out of rhythm.
She doesn’t wear the ring anymore. The ring.
He can’t stop thinking about that. It’s like the absence of it is a loud, constant scream in his head, taunting him, making him feel both victorious and pathetic all at once. She’s free now, and it’s like a cosmic joke, one that he can’t quite understand. All he knows is that the sight of her without that ring makes him want to scream, to laugh, to grab her and tell her everything, to beg her to let him in, to let him show her everything he has to offer. To show her that he could give her more than he ever could.
“Nanami-san?”
The voice breaks through his thoughts, and for a split second, he thinks he might actually lose control, might actually shout out what’s running rampant through his brain. He forces himself to focus, snapping his gaze toward her.
Her expression is calm, even a little bemused. She’s waiting for him to respond, and for a heartbeat, he forgets the words.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
"Yes?" he manages, his voice low, like his breath is being stolen from his lungs. His eyes stay locked on her, and for a moment, it’s like nothing else exists. The rest of the room, the other conversations swirling around them—none of it matters.
All that matters is her.
Her lips part to speak again, but then she smiles, a knowing smile, as if she’s aware of the effect she’s having on him.
“I just wanted to ask if you were planning to join us on the trip next month for the case in Hokkaido. I heard your team is leading the defense.”
“Of course,” Nanami says, too quickly, his hands shaking as he picks up his glass again, taking a long sip to steady himself. “I’ll be there. I... wouldn’t miss it.”
“Good,” she murmurs.
He watches her, his pulse in his throat. It’s unbearable. Unfathomable. He can’t look away from her. He wants to tell her, right now, in front of everyone. He wants to stand up and shout it—I love you. He wants to tell her that he’s been dreaming of this moment for months, thinking of her every waking hour. He wants to tell her that he’s been obsessed with her since the day they met.
God, how long have I been like this?
He wants her. Wants everything. The house. The apartment. The kids. The future he can’t even imagine without her.
His thoughts splinter. He imagines the engagement ring. He imagines her wearing it. He imagines standing beside her in front of a crowd, the two of them as a united front, her beautiful face glowing with joy as she promises to be his forever.
What’s wrong with me?
But he knows. He knows. There’s nothing wrong with it. He’s not insane. He’s in love. And sometimes love makes you do things—think things—that you can’t explain. That you can’t control.
His mind is spinning. He’s imagining what her house would look like, her life with him. A sleek, modern apartment in the heart of the city, maybe. Or a house with a garden, one where they could raise children, where he could wake up beside her every single day. He thinks of their children. Would they have a son? A daughter? Maybe both. He imagines his future with her, with them.
“Nanami-san?”
Her voice again.
His eyes snap up, and he realizes she’s been waiting for him to respond. The entire room is staring at them, but all he can focus on is her, the way she watches him with that sharp, almost bored look in her eyes. Does she know what she’s doing to him? Does she have any idea?
“I’m sorry,” he stammers, a little too flustered. “I… I’m just thinking about the trip. I’ll be there, and I’ll make sure we win this case. For you.”
He cringes internally- what do you mean for you????
She smiles again, and it’s like a knife in his chest, a sweet, painful ache. “I’ll be counting on you, Nanami-san.”
God, I’ll do anything for you.
His breath catches in his throat. He can barely keep it together. His fingers twitch as he imagines what it would be like, what it would feel like, to hold her. To finally take her hand and make her his in every way possible.
But for now, he can’t do anything. For now, he can only sit there, beside her, and try not to lose his mind.
Maybe next month, on the trip. Maybe then.
But that’s what he tells himself every time. And every time, it feels like a lie.
All he wants is for her to see him, to choose him, to make this nightmare of yearning stop.
*-*
"You know, I’m pretty sure that Nanami guy has the hots for you."
You raised a brow, the corners of your lips curling slightly in amusement. You had noticed Nanami's intensity tonight—the way his gaze lingered just a little too long when he thought no one was looking. But hearing it from her, hearing it out loud, gave it a different weight.
"Hm? Nanami Kento?" you quipped, rolling your eyes as you adjusted the strap of your bag. "Basically a lawyer version of Ken, right? With his clean-cut looks and his polished suit? That man? Please."
Your assistant—no, your friend, now—laughed, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes as she spoke.
"Oh, come on, don't play coy. I saw the way he was looking at you. Like you were some sort of god, I’m telling you. He was practically undressing you with his eyes."
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, a low, breathy chuckle that cut through the otherwise tense silence of the evening. You felt it, too, that strange intensity that simmered between you and him. The way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the room that mattered. The way his eyes—those damned eyes—tracked every move you made, like a hawk circling prey. It was maddening, almost.
But you liked it.
You liked it more than you’d like to admit.
The contrast to your ex-husband's attention was too stark to ignore. The man you’d once believed was the one, the one you’d tied yourself to so blindly at 20, never looked at you with the same heat. The same reverence. Your ex-husband had looked at you with frustration, with resentment, like you were something to be fixed. You had been a problem for him. A disappointment. A burden—too strong, too successful, too… much.
But Nanami?
Nanami saw you, truly saw you, with that look in his eyes, as if you were everything. You were the one.
And God, it made you feel powerful. More powerful than you had in years.
Maybe even ever.
You smirked as you adjusted the strap of your bag again, trying to ignore the flutter of something undeniable that stirred deep inside you.
"Really now?" You took your time, walking slowly, letting the heels of your shoes click against the marble floor as you let the words linger in the air. "What a charming thought. And here I was, thinking I was just one of many faces in the crowd tonight."
You let out a mock sigh, tilting your head slightly to the side as you spoke again, more to yourself this time than to her.
"It’s funny... He never looked at me like that," you muttered, almost bitterly, the words slipping from your lips before you could catch them.
Your friend caught the slight change in your tone. She raised an eyebrow, the playful smirk slipping from her lips as she took a step closer, her voice dropping to a lower, softer register.
"Who? Your... ex-husband?"
You gave her a sharp, knowing look, but it wasn’t one of anger or hurt. No, it was a quiet acceptance, a realization that you had been shackled by a man who never saw your worth until it was too late. But that was the past now. The present—the now—was something entirely different.
"Yeah." You swallowed, forcing your mind back to the present, back to the brief conversation you'd had with Nanami earlier, the way his gaze had felt, even now, like a lingering touch that refused to fade. "My ex-husband."
You chuckled again, but this time it was tinged with something more... triumphant. Powerful, almost. "You know, it feels good to be looked at like that again," you admitted, your voice quiet but steady. "Like I’m not some... burden to be carried around. Like I’m worthy of being seen." You let the words hang in the air, like a truth you hadn’t allowed yourself to speak for so long.
Your friend gave a knowing nod, the kind of expression that spoke volumes without saying a single word. You didn’t need her to say anything; the look in her eyes said it all.
"You're not just worthy," she said softly, walking by your side as you both continued down the hall. "You’re everything. And Nanami? He's just the tip of the iceberg."
You shook your head, a slight smile tugging at your lips, though there was a trace of something darker in your gaze, something that only someone who knew you well would recognize. "I don't know about all that. But let’s just say..." You stopped for a moment, glancing over your shoulder as you spoke, "He’s definitely piqued my interest."
And it was true. He had.
Nanami Kento, with his serious, businesslike demeanor and that unshakable confidence he carried, had turned your head. But more than that—he had made you feel something. Something deep inside, something that was impossible to ignore. That flutter in your stomach, the weight of his gaze when it locked with yours. He had a way of making you feel like the only person in the room. And God, it felt intoxicating.
You thought back to the way he looked at you just earlier, his gaze heavy, his mouth pressed into a thin line as if he were biting back something. The way his eyes practically breathed you in, as if he couldn’t help himself. You almost wanted to laugh—no, you did—and for the first time in months, it felt like you had control. The power was in your hands. And it wasn’t just the way Nanami looked at you. It was the way you could feel it in your bones—like you had him in the palm of your hand.
A tiny smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
Oh, this was going to be interesting.
*-*
The folder on your desk stared back at you like it had answers you weren’t willing to give it.
Hokkaido. A week in Hokkaido.
The case was a monster—something about regional agricultural rights clashing with a proposed corporate development. It was the kind of case you thrived on, where every word, every precedent, every negotiation could tilt the scales.
Well you knew this would happen when you agreed to take the case with your firm.
And you were at the top of your game.
So was he.
You exhaled, leaning back in your chair, fingers idly twisting a pen as your thoughts wandered, against your better judgment, to him. The man had been a near-constant figure in your orbit for years now, but recently, he had slipped into something more. His image lingered like a shadow—his precise movements, his quiet strength, the unrelenting way he focused when he spoke.
And the way he looked at you.
You bit your lip, almost annoyed at the flutter in your chest. That was the thing about him—his attention wasn’t just flattering. It was consuming. There was no casual glance, no half-hearted conversation. Nanami Kento gave his all to everything, including the act of noticing you.
The truth, the one you had been avoiding for months, was this: you might—no, you did—like him. Maybe not in the way you had liked anyone else, but in that quiet, maddening, inevitable way that made you uneasy. You liked his steadiness. You liked the way he listened. And yes, you liked the way he made you feel like you were untouchable, yet entirely seen.
Still, the idea of spending a week working alongside him? Sharing meeting rooms, strategy sessions, dinners where the tension would hum just beneath the surface? It was enough to make you hesitant. You couldn’t afford to let anyone think you were anything less than completely in control—especially not him.
But a part of you—the one that hadn’t felt this alive in years—was curious. Dangerously curious.
You tapped the pen against the folder, lips twitching into the faintest smile.
“Well,” you muttered to yourself, “what’s the worst that could happen?”
*-*
Nanami sat at his desk, the itinerary clutched tightly in one hand, like it might combust if he let go. His usually disciplined mind was a storm of chaos, derailed by one single, inescapable fact: You. Him. Hokkaido. A week.
And a shared hotel.
He exhaled sharply through his nose, trying and failing to will the heat away from his face. It was no use. The image had already burned itself into his mind. You, walking through the lobby, hair falling effortlessly around your shoulders, your lips curving into that knowing smirk you sometimes gave him when you caught him staring too long. You, passing him in the hallways, maybe brushing past him in the elevator, the faintest touch of your arm against his. You, somewhere just a wall away at night—
Nanami groaned, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face. He was a professional, damn it. He’d worked alongside you for years without losing his composure. But the idea of being near you, truly near you, with no courtroom formalities, no desks between you, nothing but thin walls and proximity to remind him of just how much he wanted you?
He was going to unravel.
His thoughts spiraled further, sliding into dangerous, humiliating territory. Would he see you at breakfast in the hotel dining room, still half-drowsy and glowing in the early light? Would you meet for late-night strategy sessions, the lines between work and everything else blurring as the hours dragged on? Would he catch the moment when you slipped off your heels after a long day, revealing some secret part of yourself he’d never been privy to?
God, he wanted to see all of it.
Not just the work-you—the sharp, calculated powerhouse he admired and adored—but you. The way you might hum to yourself absentmindedly while reading. The way you might unwind after a stressful day, sipping a glass of wine, your laugh freer, softer. Maybe you’d tell him something personal, something no one else knew, and he’d store it away like a treasure.
And damn it, he wanted to touch you. To feel the smooth skin of your hand when it brushed his. To stand just a fraction too close when no one was watching. To lean in, his breath catching as he dared to wonder if you’d let him—
Get a grip, Kento.
Nanami bolted upright, his face burning as he set the itinerary down with more force than necessary. This wasn’t like him. He was a grown man, for God’s sake. And yet here he was, daydreaming about things he had no right to imagine.
But it wasn’t just lust. No, that would’ve been simpler, easier to dismiss. What consumed him was something deeper, heavier, the way you’d burrowed into his thoughts and made yourself at home. It was the way you challenged him, inspired him, made him feel alive. It was the way you didn’t just exist—you commanded.
And now, knowing you’d be in the same hotel, sharing the same space for an entire week? It made his control feel paper-thin. Every glance, every word, every unspoken moment would carve itself into his chest, leaving him teetering on the edge of something he wasn’t sure he could pull back from.
Nanami ran a hand through his hair, letting out a shaky breath. He was doomed. Doomed to spend every waking second pretending he didn’t want to touch you, to worship you, to tell you—
No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. You deserved better than some pathetic man who couldn’t get his act together.
But God help him, he couldn’t stop picturing you. And if he saw you at night, in the glow of the hotel bar, your smile soft and teasing? If you leaned in just a little too close, said his name in that low, smooth tone of yours?
Nanami groaned again, dropping his head to his desk.
A week in Hokkaido. With you. In the same hotel.
He was utterly, completely, spectacularly fucked.
*-*
The first day in Hokkaido was a whirlwind of briefings, legal strategies, and tense client meetings, but none of it registered properly in Nanami’s mind. Oh, he nodded at the right times, delivered precise arguments, and even managed to organize the team’s materials before they left the conference room. But his focus? His real focus?
You.
Every move you made was burned into his consciousness. The way you smoothed a hand over your skirt as you sat down, the soft click of your pen against the notepad when you were thinking. You hadn’t even been trying to catch his attention—it was simply the way you existed, and he was helpless against it.
Nanami swore he could smell your perfume every time you walked past him, a subtle, intoxicating mix that clung to the air for just a moment too long. When you pushed your hair behind your ear during a meeting, he had to glance away, gripping his pen so tightly it might’ve snapped.
And your voice—God, your voice. Calm, commanding, confident. The kind of voice that made people listen. You were flawless, as always, effortlessly controlling the room in a way that left him awestruck. He might’ve hated you for it if he didn’t adore you so much.
But what killed him, what truly killed him, was the way you smiled. Not often—no, you weren’t one to waste expressions on people who didn’t deserve them—but every now and then, your lips would curve, your eyes would soften, and Nanami felt like the ground might give out beneath him.
When the meetings finally wrapped up for the day, he wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or panicked. The team decided on dinner at the hotel restaurant—because, of course, they had to stretch out the day even further—and Nanami found himself walking beside you as everyone filed out of the meeting room.
He didn’t mean to glance down, but when your hand brushed against your skirt again, he noticed. Your nails were painted a deep red—polished, elegant. He thought about what it might feel like if those nails ran down his arm, across his chest—
Stop. Stop it right now.
He shoved the thought away, cursing himself silently as he adjusted his tie. He was fine. He had to be fine. You were his colleague. His equal. His—
You turned your head toward him suddenly, mid-conversation with someone else, your eyes locking onto his. It was quick, fleeting, but it was enough to send a jolt straight through him.
Nanami looked away first.
Coward.
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You noticed it by lunch.
At first, it had been subtle—a glance here, a pause there. But by the time the first meeting ended, it was unmistakable. Kento Nanami’s attention was on you. And not just casual attention. No, this was something far more focused. Intentional.
It wasn’t the first time you’d caught him looking at you. Over the years, you’d noticed his eyes lingering when he thought you weren’t paying attention. But this? This was different. The way his gaze tracked your movements, the faint flush that crept up his neck when you spoke directly to him—it was all so obvious now that you were starting to pay attention.
And the strangest part? It didn’t bother you.
In fact, it felt...good.
Your ex-husband had stopped looking at you like this years ago, if he ever had at all. He’d never given you this kind of undivided attention, the kind that made you feel like the only person in the room. But Nanami? He wasn’t even subtle about it. It was almost as if he couldn’t help himself.
When you turned to glance at him during one of the later meetings, you caught the way he stiffened slightly, his jaw tightening as though he was trying to hold himself together. You pretended not to notice, keeping your expression neutral, but inside, you couldn’t help the faint flicker of satisfaction.
At dinner, seated across the table from him, you felt his gaze again. It wasn’t inappropriate—no, Nanami wasn’t the type for that—but it was steady, reverent, like he was cataloging every detail of you. The way you held your wine glass, the way you shifted in your chair, the way you smirked at a joke someone made.
And damn it, it made you feel powerful.
You leaned back slightly, crossing one leg over the other, your heel brushing the floor with a quiet scrape. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand tighten around his glass. You took a sip of wine, letting the silence hang between the two of you.
“Long day,” you said lightly, testing the waters.
He cleared his throat, his response careful but warm. “It was. You handled it well.”
The compliment shouldn’t have meant anything—it was just small talk, polite and professional—but coming from him, it carried weight. You nodded, offering him a faint smile, and for a brief moment, you could’ve sworn he stopped breathing.
It was ridiculous.
This whole situation was ridiculous. But as you excused yourself from the table later, heading back to your room, you couldn’t shake the way Nanami had looked at you. Like you were the answer to a question he hadn’t dared to ask.
And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind being the answer.
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By the second day, Nanami was convinced he’d done something in a past life to deserve this. Perhaps he’d betrayed someone in the Edo period, or been a truly heinous landlord. That would explain why fate had placed him here, trapped in this waking torment.
You were...flirting. Subtly, cleverly, maddeningly.
It was in the way your voice softened just slightly when you spoke to him, the way you leaned in during briefings, so close he could catch the faintest hint of your perfume. It was in the deliberate pauses, the sly smiles, the way your eyes lingered on him just a heartbeat longer than necessary.
And Nanami? He was dying.
Every glance, every word, every small touch (a hand brushing his sleeve, a fleeting bump of your shoulder-yes, he basically recorded them) set his brain ablaze. He tried, desperately, to act unaffected. Stoic. Neutral. But inside, he was unraveling thread by thread.
When you asked him during lunch, in a tone too casual to be innocent, “Do you always dress this well, or is it just for this case?” he nearly choked on his water.
“I—uh—” He paused, fighting for composure. “It’s professional courtesy.”
Your smile was a weapon, sharp and knowing. “Of course it is.”
He was going to lose his mind.
*-*
You couldn’t help it. Watching Nanami squirm under your subtle prodding was too much fun.
He was so composed, so disciplined, yet every now and then, you’d catch the flicker of something raw in his expression. A slight delay in his response, a tightening of his jaw, a subtle glance away—all signs that you’d gotten under his skin.
And it thrilled you.
You weren’t usually one for this kind of thing, but with Nanami, it felt...different. He wasn’t like other men you’d known—posturing, arrogant, too proud to see you as an equal. No, he looked at you like you were something rare, something worth admiring. It wasn’t just desire in his eyes; it was respect, maybe even reverence.
So you pushed. Gently.
“Nanami,” you said during a coffee break on the third day, leaning on the counter while he fixed his drink. “What’s your secret?”
He looked at you, confused. “My secret?”
“To staying so calm,” you clarified, letting your eyes drift over him for just a moment longer than necessary. “You’re like a fortress. Nothing gets through.”
He hesitated, visibly caught off-guard, before clearing his throat. “Discipline, I suppose.”
You smirked, tilting your head. “Hmm. Impressive.”
He turned back to his coffee, but you didn’t miss the faint pink tinge creeping up his neck.
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The sauna was supposed to be a refuge. A quiet escape from the madness of the case, a place to relax and clear his mind after a long week. Nanami was desperate for a moment of peace.
He sat on the wooden bench, his body soaking in the heat of the room, the steam slowly loosening the knots in his shoulders. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the warmth, to pretend he wasn’t thinking about... everything else.
And then the door creaked open.
No.
He barely had time to react before you walked in.
The air suddenly felt heavier.
You were in a swimsuit.
His eyes snapped open as his brain short-circuited. He’d never seen you like this. Not once. You’d always been perfectly put together—sharp business suits, formal dresses, pristine professionalism. But now? Now, you were wearing something so different. A swimsuit, green and skimpy, the fabric clinging to your body in ways that made every inch of you impossible to ignore.
The neckline dipped just low enough, the straps rested just perfectly on your shoulders, and everything about the swimsuit made Nanami want to combust.
The heat of the sauna was the only thing keeping him from spontaneously combusting in his seat.
"Nanami," you said, your voice smooth as silk. "Didn’t expect to see you here."
His mouth went dry.
You... You’re in a swimsuit. You’re in a fucking swimsuit.
He swallowed hard. His chest tightened, his mind racing to make sense of what he was seeing. He tried to remember where he was, who he was, who you were. But all he could think about was how perfect you looked, how he was struggling to form a single coherent thought.
“Yeah... it’s...” He cleared his throat, desperately trying to focus. “It’s relaxing.”
You smiled, a small, almost teasing smile that did nothing to help his current state of panic. You walked across the room to the bench opposite him, your footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor. For a moment, Nanami thought he might pass out. He had to get a grip.
He was Nanami Kento. He was a professional. He wasn’t some teenage boy who would lose his mind over something like this. No, he couldn’t let himself fall apart now.
But you sat down.
Right across from him.
Thank the stars.
If you were any closer, he might’ve melted into the floor.
But even across from him, you were too much. Everything about you was too much. The curve of your body, the way the swimsuit stretched perfectly across your skin. Every inch of you seemed to be on display in a way that took all of his self-control to hold onto.
He breathed in deeply, trying to steady himself, trying to find any kind of calm in the storm that was you. He stared at the wooden walls, anything to distract himself from the image of you sitting there, so goddamn close, yet still a world away.
He was painfully aware of how tight his own swimming trunks were, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was trapped, forced to sit in this heat, sweating, practically dying as you casually stretched out in front of him.
Stop thinking about it. Don’t think about it.
But he couldn’t stop.
You crossed your legs, the movement slow and deliberate, and he was certain his heart skipped a beat. The simple gesture had his body on edge, every muscle in his body tensed as if preparing for some invisible threat. But the real threat was sitting right there across from him.
“You okay?” you asked, tilting your head, clearly noticing his reaction.
“Y-yeah,” Nanami forced himself to respond, his voice cracking slightly despite his best efforts. “I’m fine.”
Liar.
He felt his neck flush with heat—no, not from the sauna, but from you, from the way your eyes flicked over him in a way that was almost... predatory. Like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.
You didn’t seem bothered at all, simply letting the silence hang in the air as if it wasn’t killing him. His heart raced in his chest, each thud of it a reminder of just how out of control he was. He wanted to look at you. He needed to look at you. But he couldn’t. If he did, if he let himself give in to the temptation of just one more glance, he might actually lose his mind.
And his dick was painfully hard-
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He gripped the edge of the bench, trying to hold on to any last thread of composure. He reminded himself where he was. Who he was. This was a professional setting.
But you were still sitting there, still so goddamn close. And now, every time you shifted, it felt like the room was closing in around him.
He had to get out.
He had to leave before he actually did lose it.
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The final day of the trip was hell.
It wasn’t because of the case—that part was behind him—but because of you.
You’d been on his mind nonstop for the past week, since the sauna, since that fucking swimsuit that he could barely get out of his head. The way you’d looked at him, teasing and knowing, and the way it felt like the heat in the sauna was only a fraction of the heat he felt whenever you were near.
He was a mess. A pathetic mess. Every glance you gave him, every word you said, only sent him spiraling further. He couldn’t even think straight, could barely hold his own in meetings, because his thoughts kept drifting to you.
And then, right when he thought he might’ve actually made it through the week intact, disaster struck.
He dropped his phone.
Not his work phone—no, that would’ve been a problem too, but manageable. His personal phone. The one with everything—your number, texts, random thoughts, anything that was even remotely personal to him.
It cracked. The screen shattered. He cursed under his breath, but he had no time to get it fixed. The last day of the trip was pure hell, followed by a brutal few days back at the firm, and when he finally got a break, it was a brief one, only enough to sleep off the worst of it.
The next day, he was back at work.
He walked into his office, his suit freshly pressed, his posture as stiff as always. The place smelled like polished wood and rich leather, his domain, the place where he had to hold it together. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for another day of the same. He needed to focus.
That’s when his assistant rushed in, clearly flustered.
"Mr. Nanami, there’s someone waiting for you in your office. They... they specifically asked for you," she said, voice nearly cracking from the pressure.
He didn’t have time to process it; his brain immediately leaped to conclusions. A big client, last-minute meeting, someone with heavy stakes, of course.
Without missing a beat, Nanami nodded.
"Thanks, I’ll handle it." He didn’t let the slight tremor in her voice throw him off. A deep breath, a small gesture of acknowledgment, and he turned to walk into his office.
But as he closed the door behind him, he paused for a moment to gather himself.
It wasn’t that he was nervous—it was just... that feeling, like a sudden pressure building in his chest. He was fine, of course. He was always fine. Always composed. But as he turned, there you were.
You.
Sitting there on the edge of his desk.
You looked perfect—more perfect than anyone should ever look. Sharp, immaculate, elegant. You were dressed so effortlessly, yet somehow the sight of you made his pulse quicken.
Looking that damn good had to be illegal right, he knew the law- it had to be illegal.
He froze.
It took him a full two seconds before he could even speak. "You." His voice came out thick, like it was hard to breathe.
You tilted your head, a faint smile curling at your lips as you casually observed him. "I’ve been texting you, Nanami," you said, your tone soft but knowing.
Nanami felt his heart lurch. No. No, no, no.
He tried to keep it together. Professional. Keep it professional.
But then his mind tripped over itself. He couldn’t form a coherent sentence—everything was just… chaos.
“I—I broke my personal phone,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. “I know, I know, I should’ve replaced it earlier, but it’s just been one thing after another, and I didn’t even get the chance to fix it before the trip, and I swear I wasn’t ignoring you—” He cut himself off before his rambling became even worse.
God, what the hell was he doing?
His assistant had long since disappeared, but now, all Nanami could focus on was the fact that you were sitting on his desk, so close, your eyes locking with his, that teasing, unreadable smile still playing on your lips.
You leaned forward slightly, eyes twinkling with amusement. "I know, Nanami," you said softly. "I was just pulling your leg."
He blinked at you, completely taken aback. "You... you knew?"
“Of course I did,” you said, your voice gentle but with that unmistakable edge of mischief in it. In reality you had asked his assistant that very morning, who had told you. “It’s fine, Nanami. I’m not angry.”
Nanami’s heart was racing now. He couldn’t stop himself from reacting, his mind still tangled up in thoughts of you. His frustration melted into a quiet surrender. The relief, however fleeting, didn’t stop the nagging feeling that something more was simmering underneath.
"You had me worried," he muttered under his breath.
"I know," you said, enjoying the effect you had on him, clearly savoring his disarray. "It was fun to watch."
Then you rose from the desk with the same slow, graceful movement that always made his heart skip. You walked toward him, those long strides like some kind of hypnotic spell, and he just couldn’t look away.
As you passed him, you placed a soft kiss to his cheek.
What the hell was happening?
Nanami blinked, and for a second, he was sure his heart had stopped. His breath hitched, and the heat rushed to his face. He hadn’t expected that. Not in a million years. His body was frozen, a whirlwind of thoughts flooding his mind as you continued to walk toward the door.
He stood there, utterly paralyzed, unsure of whether he should say something, anything, or if this was all a dream.
But before you left, you paused, your back to him. You didn’t look at him, but you didn’t need to. The words hung in the air, and he felt his entire world shift.
“By the way, Nanami,” you said, voice low, yet dripping with the kind of quiet confidence that made his stomach churn. “I’m free for dinner tonight... if you’d like to make it up to me.”
And just like that, the door clicked shut behind you.
Nanami was left standing there, his hand pressed to his cheek where you’d kissed him, the warmth of your touch still lingering on his skin.
He didn’t know what to do with himself. He felt like he had just been hit by a truck, but in the best way possible.
What the hell just happened?
A kiss. A fucking kiss.
He was done for. Absolutely done for.
He cursed under his breath, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. You had left him breathless, and now there was no going back. You had planted yourself firmly in his thoughts, and it didn’t seem like you were going anywhere.
He turned, stepped out of his office, waving down his assistant:
"Please clear my schedule tonight, I have an obligation."
A/N: next part will be FILTHYYYYYY
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Hey I just recently came across your account and I just adore your stories. I especially loved the one about the sonic x single parent reader, which is part of an idea I had for an ask.
It would be after that and maybe they’re out and about when they encounter Shadow. I was thinking maybe the child would just be in awe of him and how he looked so cool. Shadow wouldn’t think much of it, but I can see him seeing how much it bothered Sonic and would just be so smug about it and just keep showing off to the kid just to get a rise out of Sonic.
As far as if there’s any interaction between Shadow and the reader I’ll leave up to you.
Anyway, hope you’re doing well and I can’t wait to see what else you write up! Thank you for all you’ve written and keep up the good work! 👍
“I’m Always Happy to Help, but Why Him?!”
(A continuation to “Always Happy To Help!”)
Pairing(s): Sonic the Hedgehog x Parent Reader, background Knuxadow (Knuckles x Shadow), Shadow the Hedgehog & [Child’s Name] (platonic)
Requested: Yes (by an anon).
Description: Having Shadow as your friend was always nice. But not when a certain blue-quilled partner got jealous.
Notes: I love me some smug Shadow so this’ll be fun! Hope you enjoy! And thanks for the positive comments! ^^
(Like last time, Reader and [Child’s Name] will be gender-neutral!)
(Not proof-read/beta-read.)
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It had been about a week since you had told Sonic about [Child’s Name]. But you hadn’t introduced them to anyone else. So you had planned to meet up with Shadow, and of course, Sonic wanted to come along, presumably to race with him if the time came.
Typical Sonic.
The four of you decided to meet up at Rose’s Bakery, where Amy got the four of you a table in the back, giving [Child’s Name] a coloring book and a cupcake.
“So…this is your kid?” Shadow asks.
“Yep! I figured, after Sonic, you should be the next to know since you’re one of my best friends,” you tell him. Shadow lets out a nod before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Baba! Lookie, lookie!” [Child’s Name] says, getting your attention. They hold up a drawing, it being a picture of you, Sonic, Amy, them, and Shadow. You let off a smile, ruffling their fur.
“Good job, baby,” you tell them. “I’ll put it on the fridge when we get home.”
“Yaaay!” [Child’s Name] cheers.
Shadow seems to let off a soft smile as well seeing himself in the picture.
“Is that Shadow the Hedgehog smiling I see?” Sonic asks, causing Shadow’s smile to go away, replaced with a scowl.
“Good going, Sonic, you ruined it,” you say with a joking grumble.
“Yeah, good job, Dada!” [Child’s Name] copies.
“Aw come on! I was just teasing!” Sonic says with a slight pout.
You let out a giggle before kissing Sonic on the nose, causing [Child’s Name] to pretend gag and causing Shadow to roll his eyes.
“So, how has Knuckles been treating you?” you ask Shadow.
Shadow’s face slightly turns green but he smiles fondly.
“He’s been treating me well,” Shadow states. “He’s been showing me around Angel Island. It’s…It’s been amazing.”
You return his smile.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” you tell him. “You deserve it after everything you two have been through.”
[Child’s Name] looks over at their untouched cupcake.
“Baba, ‘m not hungy,” [Child’s Name] says.
“Oh, that’s alright! We can save it for later,” you tell them.
Before you can grab the cupcake, [Child’s Name] takes it and pushes it towards Shadow.
“For uncle,” [Child’s Name] says.
Both Sonic and Shadow look surprised, but Shadow takes the cupcake with a small smile.
“Thank you, little one,” Shadow says.
“Aw man! What about Papa Sonic??” Sonic asks.
[Child’s Name] sticks out their tongue at Sonic, causing you to burst out laughing as Sonic sputters in disbelief and Shadow smirks.
This was going to be an interesting turn in their rivalry.
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scienceteacher!matt and musicteacher!reader's unexpected visits to each other °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
a/n: cute stuff, not proof read, shy matt (AHH) I love writing this stuff sorry for the no updates this week ive been so just zonked with everything. Kinda the beginning ish/ when they first met. Kinda long sorry sorry!!
You had met Matt for the first time at a professional development meeting a couple months ago. His strong figure came into your point of view as you sat alone wishing for the meeting to be over.
“Is anyone sitting here?” He asked as fidgeted with the hem of his green sweater. Fingers adorned with rings, tattoos peaking out from his sleeve.
“Oh, no, no please have a seat!” You were more than eager to have someone want to sit next to you, not really having a lot of work-friends at the moment.
Some small talk and a long and one boring PD meeting later you had Matts phone number and a new friend to get to know.
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9/25
Your phone gets a ping while you are on your prep period panning your next lesson.
The message reads “Hello, Im going to get coffee. Do you want anything”. You see its from the contact “matthew sturniolo (from work)” and smiled. Before you could even respond another message comes up “Unless your busy I’m not sure if you have prep right now :(“
You unlock your phone going to the messages app. “Hey! Totally If it’s no problem for you. I’ll just take an iced latte if that’s okay. :)) Thanks!” You send the message and smile to yourself as you get back to your plans.
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Right before your prep period ends you hear a nock on your door, when you open it you see matt wearing his unseal button down bu today he had a red sweater on instead of his dark blues and greens that he typically wears.
“Uh, I brought you coffee. Iced latte right?” He was so genuine even if the order was completely wrong you wouldn’t have the heart to say anything.
“Oh my god, yes thank you so much. I don’t know how I would be able to deal with these kids without any caffeine” Taking the coffee from him you took a sip, it was a new coffee place you have never heard of called “morning coffee”.
“Just happy I could help, hope you like it.” Flashing a small smile he lingers at your door, waiting for him to go not knowing what to say but your mind still raced on ways to make him stay. “Is that black..coffee..”
Said with sarcastic fear added to it looking at his cup in fear.
He gives you a look, eyebrows raising slightly peaking out from the top of his glasses. “Yea.. I enjoy the taste.” he retorted cocking his head looking at you like it’s basic knowledge.
“It’s just so..so bitter” you scoff at him taking a sip of your own drink. “See this is way better nice and sweet.” You state giggling at him slightly
“That’s basically sugar in a cup with a splash of espresso, you know what you’re drinking right?” He looks scared and worried as you take more sips of your “sugar in a cup” as he calls it.
“I still look great and I drink these a lot, somethings working right here Matt.” You gesture to your body, blushing slightly when you used his name like you were one of his best friends.
When you look back up at him he’s looking at you his face stinging with redness. When you meet his eyes he quickly diverts them looking around your room making you smile. While you look at him the bell rings snapping you out of your gaze.
“Well I would just look at what you’re drinking but I should get going the bell and all..” He says in a hurry running his hand on the back of their neck.
“I have a class right now so I’ll see you around, thank you so much or stopping by.” You walk him to your classroom door and stop for a second. “Really, I don’t get a lot of visitors.” Looking down as he smilies at you and walks away looking back at you leaning against your door.
Your students pass you as you lean by the door deep in thought sipping your coffee smiling to yourself.
“Ms.y/l/n? What was Mr. Sturniolo doing in your room?” One of your students asks you pryingly.
“That does not concern you just work on the do now okay?” You laugh at the ridiculousness of the question as you start working on attendance.
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10/1
It’s been about a week since Matt stopped by your room. Seeing him around the copy room and main office you say your hellos and chit chat.
You’ve slightly felt bad that you haven’t payed him back in some way since then.
It’s right before your 3rd period prep and you make your way over too Matt’s classroom. Room 203. you remember looking it up not too long ago.
The bell rings as his students start flooding out of the classroom talking about homework and tests and things like that.
You mosey your way into his classroom fixing up your shirt. You see him putting papers away today in a purple sweater that slightly defines his lean figure.
He turns to see you slightly shocked at your appearance. “Hey would you want to get coffee? I never really got to repay you for last week” You were never really a nervous person when it came talking to people heck you were teaching highschoolers everyday. But with Matt you got this weird feeling in your chest, your heart rate increased and you were slightly scared
“Oh there’s no need but I would love to get coffee with you.” He was always so formal like he was reciting a speech he’s practiced in his bathroom mirror 10 times. Something inside of you just wanted to break him open.
“Don’t be silly. Let’s go!” you giggle at his formalness as he grabs his bag and follows you out.
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“so why did you sit next to me at that meeting?” you pry gripping your tote bad onto your shoulder as you walk down the road. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to?” you quickly add realizing how weird you sound asking such a weird question.
“Oh no it’s okay. You just looked kind, and no one was sitting next to you.” He looks off to the side as he describes you, hand creeping around the back of his neck.
“Wow you’re so sweet, in all honesty you are my first friend here. Sorry if i’m like around” It’s so WERID why did your palms get sweaty and why did your stomach hurt when you tried to talk to him. Your usefully forward snd outgoing personality seemingly disappear out of thin air when in his general vicinity.
You two walk shoulder to shoulder out of the school and start walking to the nearest coffee shop. making small talk about anything that came to mind. Your usually dreaded walk to the shop filled with laughter and chit-chat
“you still are getting that brown sugar milk thing?” He says looking at your drink like it’s holding him at gun point.
all you do is give a blank stare to his drink. A seemingly black hole in a cup. You can practically taste the bitterness coming through the air.
“of course i feel like if you just tried my drink you would be hooked.” you turn to get your straw as he followed behind you.
“Yea sure” said under his breath standing by your side looking down as you fiddle with your straw.
“I know you secretly want a sip” giving him a little wave with your drink his eyes never faltering from yours.
“okay fine let me take a sip” He puts is cup down and ushers you to bring your cup up to his mouth.
As he takes a sip he lightly touches your ring ridden hand holding it in place. It wasn’t long or even purposeful but it still made your fingertips tingle where he touched you.
His face twists an inch when he takes a sip of your drink the amount of sugar leaving a weird feeling on his tongue.
“Oh my god, is this safe for humans to drink?” He sticks out his tongue and pretends to gag.
“How do you think I I’m this energetic all day” You give him a smile sticking a small ‘theatrical’ pose. “You don’t like it because you weren’t forced to drink a unicorn frappe in 2015” You start giggling at his twisted face his mouth whispering ‘unicorn frappe?” Reminiscing in his mind.
“You definitely have a lot of energy, and by the way my brother Nick did actually get one and he was bouncing off the walls for a couple of hours. I think all the pink dye really affected his brain” You grab onto your stomach as you two exit the cafe.
The walk back too the school was way too short for your liking. The more you talked the easier it become to talk to him, the two of you getting into a rhythm of jokes and small talk. Weird thing was, every time you would turn to look at him, his eyes were already on you leaving you with this wam feeling in your chest.
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About the War (Part Two) - Draco Malfoy
Everyone has a part to play during the Second Wizarding War. Your job is to maintain a network of Portkeys for safe passage of the Order of the Phoenix. Later, you get a new role: handling the new spy among the Death Eaters, Draco Malfoy.
part one / masterlist / part three
The revelation consumes you like a madness. Even hours after Draco’s departure, you’re not completely certain that he isn’t lurking out there somewhere, waiting for you to drop your guard for even a second before he swoops in for the kill. Once again, you think about what he asked you– don’t you wonder what your Order has promised me? What would it take for a Malfoy to betray his kin?
What, indeed? You’ve heard rumors of what the old Slytherin families have done during the war. Bellatrix Lestrange alone is responsible for hundreds of deaths and agonies dealt to Muggles and would-be non-combatants just the same as members of the Order. The Malfoys are a little tamer, but they say Draco is the darkest, even worse than his father. They say he ripped people limb from limb to get the locations of safehouses out of them. They say he’s more monster than man. They say you’ll wish for death when you see him, and he won’t give it to you until you can’t even scream for it.
Yet even as you try to remind yourself of this, you still think of the quarter-smile he’d allowed himself to wear when he couldn’t get past your shielding charms. It could be a trick, it could be part of his disguise to get you to lower your guard, but you swear he seemed proud. Impossible, but you’d seen it. Unlikely, but it had happened nonetheless.
The sealed scroll sits on a table in your tent, silently mocking you. Lurking in familiar scrawled ink are the secrets of the Death Eaters, but you’re not the one who’s meant to read them. Instead, you have to wait until someone trustworthy turns up headed back to headquarters, someone who will take this tantalizing secret away from you.
Lupin turns up two days later, and you can only assume that Kingsley briefed him just the same as you because he doesn’t ask a single question when you hand him the scroll. He just nods and sighs like you’ve given him a mountain to carry on his thin, scarred shoulders instead of a simple curl of parchment.
He moves to grab the necessary Portkey, but you step in front of him before he can. “Do you–” Your voice cuts out for a moment. “Do you know the identity of the spy?”
Lupin lets out a quiet laugh. “You’re the one who met our new friend, Y/N. I assume you would know more than I.”
You wave this remark aside. “I’m not asking because I don’t know. I’m asking how many people know who the spy really is, or if it’s a secret.”
Lupin’s expression clouds over. “No, I don’t know who it is,” he says at last, and before you can say anything, he adds, “And I’d like to keep it that way. A spy is rare, and incredibly needed. I know keeping a secret can be a massive undertaking, but you must protect their identity along with the Portkeys. Kingsley wouldn’t have given you this task if he didn’t think you could do it justice, Y/N.”
You nod glumly. “Of course, you’re right. I won’t breathe a word.”
This, if anything, tempts Lupin’s curiosity the most. He hangs back a second longer, and asks quietly, “It’s not anyone– Rumor has it our spy was someone high up, but it’s not anyone too scandalous, is it? If the spy seems unrealistic, then I fear we’re putting you at risk. Do you believe our spy is genuine, or a ploy to draw our attention?”
You watch as Lupin’s fingers tighten instinctively around his wand. He’s still looking at you eagerly for an answer, but you’re not sure that you have one. You force air through your lungs once, twice, then force out, “Yes. We can trust them.”
You have no idea where the answer comes from, but your voice is sure. Lupin blinks in surprise. “Alright, then. I trust your judgment.”
He lays a hand on the Portkey and is gone before you can tell him otherwise. With the scroll of Draco’s secrets gone, you find you can breathe a little bit easier. Maybe you’d lied to Lupin, maybe you hadn’t. You’re not sure that you have a choice either way.
Draco comes a week and a half later. You hear the telltale crack of Apparition somewhere in the distance, and assume you have another half hour of walking before he arrives once more. You debate whether to wait outside of your protective circle for him to show his face, anything to conceal the location of your enchanted barrier. Then again, he’s already seen you emerge from seemingly nowhere. At this point, you have to assume that Draco has every tool necessary to kill you if he so desired. If he wanted you dead and the Portkeys raided, it would have already happened. Plus, no Order members have come back saying that the information you’d handed to Lupin was bogus, so you can only guess that he’s worth the risk.
Sure enough, some time later Draco appears out of the gloom of the forest. He heads straight towards the barrier of the camp. As he draws closer, you watch his steps become less sure, and a furrow deepens in his brow, as if he’s fighting the urge to head the other way, the urge you’d planted in his mind with the intricate layers of your protective enchantments.
If the spells trouble him, though, Draco doesn’t let it stop him completely. He comes to a standstill just outside the outermost edge of your camp again, and folds his arms, waiting. This time, you don’t bother with the formalities and step outside once he’s close enough. Draco is better at hiding the surprise in his eyes when you appear out of nowhere, but his shoulders tense a little all the same.
“Password?” You ask.
Draco scoffs. “If I were anyone else, I would have killed you by now.”
Your face remains neutral. “I might kill you now if you keep toying with me.”
Draco grins. “You’ve never had the stomach to be a killer. That’s why they had to stick you all the way out here instead of out on the front lines, isn’t it? They knew you couldn’t get the job done.”
This time, it’s remarkably harder not to lash out at him. “That’s funny, I was under the impression it was because of my stellar enchantments. Maybe you just can’t see quality when it’s right under your pretentious nose.”
The corners of his lips quirk up into a half smile. “Pretentious? You wound me.”
“I wish,” you remark. “Password?”
Draco rolls his eyes. “Saltwater. There. Am I trustworthy now?”
“Not in the slightest,” you counter. “Scroll?”
Despite the fact that you’re certain neither of you want to be here, Draco doesn’t move a muscle to retrieve his much-needed information. Instead, he keeps his arms folded and leans back slightly, considering you as if you were just passing another day at school instead of meeting as dangerous liaisons of a magical and bloodthirsty war.
“You know, this is hardly much of a conversation. Where are your manners, L/N? You haven’t even asked me how I’m doing.”
You fight the urge to groan. “You’re an agent of the enemy currently distracting me from my duty. Your emotional state is the last thing on my mind right now.”
Draco opens his mouth to argue, but you’re distracted when you see something out of the corner of your eye, a bright spark of light beginning to fountain into a large glow. Draco doesn’t respond to it at all because he can’t see past your protective enchantments into your camp, but as the spellcaster, you can, and you know exactly what it is. Someone is coming through a Portkey, and that someone is about to see you and Draco talking together. Either they’ll think you’re a traitor or he is, and you cannot afford either.
You only have a few moments to act. “Hide!” You hiss to Draco, and grab his arm, pulling him behind a nearby stand of trees. The trunks and branches are dense enough to hide both of you from view, especially if the viewer is disoriented from Portkey travel. Draco looks at you, panic and confusion both welling in his gaze, but you only hold a tense finger to your lips, signaling for silence.
Carefully, you glance over your shoulder, and notice that the glow has solidified into the figure of Hestia Jones, who glances around confusedly when you aren’t there to greet her. Your absence isn’t entirely questionable not yet; a few times, you had missed a witch or wizard arriving from a Portkey when you were in town or examining the surrounding woods for Death Eater activity. She’ll just signal to someone that you weren’t there and carry on with her journey, wherever it takes her.
It won’t become a problem unless you fail to appear multiple times in a row, at which point they will assume you have defected, run away, or been kidnapped or killed. Any of these fates will lead to the same conclusion: the Node relocated, a new member of the Order assigned to your post. The cycle will continue, and the Order will have their safehouses. All will be well, except, of course, for you.
You watch through the waving leaves as Hestia takes one last glance around the camp before shrugging and laying her hand on the requisite Portkey for her next destination. A flash of light, and she is gone, the clearing once more deserted except for you and Draco.
Draco, of course, does not know any of this. All he knows is that you panicked and made him hide for about five minutes. He continues to look at you suspiciously, even after you relax and tell him it’s alright for him to emerge once more.
The look in his eyes is smart, too smart. Draco has always been calculating, able to see through most lies and excuses without hesitation. It used to drive Harry mad, you remember, how Draco was always onto him so fast. You would laugh over it, mainly, another product of ridiculous House rivalries, but you’re not laughing now. Draco glances between you and the camp he cannot see once more, and you know that he knows. Somehow, he has guessed it. He has guessed all of it.
“Someone was there,” he says carefully, gaze fixed on your every movement to determine your precise reaction and guide his conclusion accordingly. “Someone was in your camp, then disappeared again. I didn’t hear Apparition, though.”
You try to scoff and look away, but your confidence from earlier is quickly failing you. “I have impeccable concealment charms up, Malfoy. You of all people should know that. Do you really think I’d let you hear something like Apparition?”
Draco isn’t put off by this. “With the amount of charms you have up, Apparition should be impossible. That means you’re having witches and wizards traveling out of here by means other than a simple spell. Besides, it would make no sense for them to pass through here at all if they could merely Apparate. You’re part of something else.”
You shake your head beseechingly. “You’re dead set on being proved right, but you’re talking nonsense, Draco. You have no idea what I’m doing here.”
“Yes,” he says, looking you directly in the eyes now, “I do. I’ve tortured enough of your people to know. They travel through Portkey networks, and you maintain them. You’re in charge of the–” and here he cuts himself off, snapping his fingers exasperatedly as he tries to remember the precise word, “–now what did he call them exactly, something childish. Not a checkpoint, not a crossing, but a, a– a node, that’s it. You’re a Node maintainer.”
You shake your head again, but Draco cuts you off before you can speak a single syllable. “Don’t lie to me, L/N,” he says, his voice suddenly cold. “I have ways of telling.”
A distinctive sense of gloom settles over you. You had fooled yourself into thinking you could still talk to Draco as if he was your childhood enemy, but his sarcastic demeanor had tricked you. Inside, there is nothing of the boy you knew, only the calculating and murderous Death Eater who has killed so many of your friends. You heard him, didn’t you? He only knows the name of the Nodes because he’d tortured the information out of other members of the Order. It’s what he’ll do to you, because you trusted him, because you told Lupin it was alright. You’re going to know agony beyond your wildest imagination, all because you were foolish enough to believe in someone you used to know at school.
You meet his eyes steadily. “Torture me, then. Get it over with. You don’t need me to confirm anything. It’s hardly fun to play around anymore.”
If this is it, then this is it. You discreetly point your wand at the camp. All you need is a moment, and you can burn the place to ash. They’ll never find the Portkeys, they’ll never get to your safehouses. You can protect them all, even if you’ll die in the arms of the Death Eaters.
“Actually,” Draco says, deliberately moving your wand down towards the ground. “I quite enjoy playing around. This isn’t a double-cross, Y/N. I will not betray you to the Death Eaters.”
You stare at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but he remains steadfast. “Why not?” You ask. After everything that’s happened, it feels like a fair question.
Draco looks back at you. “Why did you hide me when someone came through the Portkeys? No one in the Order knows my identity except you, and I suspect you knew that since you took such care to make sure I was hidden. It would have been easy for you to not move a muscle and let someone see me. It certainly would have given you a leg up, you could have used my identity as blackmail and then we really would have gotten somewhere.”
You make a sound of protest. “I’m not the blackmail type, Draco. We need you. Besides, I suspect that if you thought for even a moment that we had something like that on you, you would have purged half the Order just to make sure it stayed a secret.”
Something like a smile ghosts onto Draco’s lips. “I would have considered it, certainly.”
“There’s no point to me exposing you,” you explain. “Not now. We’ve only just begun.”
“That we have,” Draco replies. “It was a good call on your part. I’ve barely given you anything interesting at all.”
“You haven’t given me anything at all,” you counter. “We’ve spent all this time talking and no scroll is in my hands.”
Draco actually laughs this time. The sound surprises you; you hadn’t thought it was possible for any of you to laugh at all, not like this, not now. In your mind, the laugh echoes around the clearing, swooping up to the sky like a bird in flight. “You nearly revealed me as a spy, then thought I was going to torture you, and your only response is to be impatient that I haven’t yet handed over a piece of parchment? It’s a wonder you manage to survive out here on your own. You don’t know anything.”
Something in his tone makes you straighten up cautiously. “What do you mean, I don’t know anything?”
Draco shrugs, but the gesture is a little too effortless. “You’re out in the middle of nowhere, that’s all. I wouldn’t be surprised if it takes a while for news from the front lines to get all the way out here.”
“No,” you decide. “You know something that I don’t. Something about me.”
Draco doesn’t blink. “The only information you’re getting from me is this,” he says, reaching at last into the pocket of his cloak and pulling out a similar scroll, again hexed in protective enchantments to ward off unwanted readers. He holds it out to you, and even though you’ve been craving that for ages now, it pales to insignificance when you know he’s only using it to distract you.
You ignore the scroll. “Tell me what you know about the Nodes.”
Draco arches a brow. “You should know it all, shouldn’t you? You’re the one that’s stuck in one of them.”
“You’re keeping something from me,” you snarl. “Spill.”
“I remember that temper from Transfiguration,” Draco muses. “You used to hate always getting second to me.”
“I was never second to you,” you argue. “Now, tell me what you know or I’ll–”
The threat falls flat when both of you know you don’t mean it. Draco makes a clicking sound of disappointment with his tongue. “You’ll what, Y/N? Threaten me like you mean it. Of course, it doesn’t make a difference either way. You rely on me for information, for survival. A snap of my fingers and I could have Death Eaters on you in a heartbeat. You’ll take what I tell you.”
You draw your shoulders back, irritated by his casual reminder of how easy it would be to kill you. “If you’re in charge anyway, just tell me what you know about the Nodes. I’ll make it more simple for you to keep me in check if I know how risky this is for me, won’t it?”
“Y/N, you have no idea how risky it is,” Draco chides, and you swear there’s an undercurrent of real sympathy in his words. “Since I’m generous, I’ll give you a hint. How many Nodes did you start out with? Ten? Twelve? All spread out. Careful networks. It was a good idea, I can’t lie. Damn near impossible to track. But we found you out, Y/N. All it took was one, and he spilled his guts. Died begging for us to kill the rest of you if we would only spare him. How’s that for loyalty to the Order?”
Something dark spasms across Draco’s face, and he has to take a moment to calm himself before he continues. “When we had one, we had them all. They fell like dominoes. Most were tricky and destroyed the Portkeys before we could find them, but a few left everything out in the open. I expect you had a few abrupt Portkey changes, didn’t you ever wonder why?”
Your blood feels ice cold in your veins, because you know exactly what he’s talking about, and worse still, you know he’s right. There had been a few instances when Kingsley or Lupin or the odd Weasley here and there had burst into your camp, looking utterly terrified, and incinerating a Portkey or two before giving you new ones and pretending nothing had happened. They had always refused to tell you what was going on, but you’d suspected, hadn’t you? Just a few weeks ago, you’d accused Kingsley of hiding the truth about how many Nodes remained.
“How many are left?” You ask haltingly.
You know the answer before he says it, but still, it pierces your ribs like the Killing Curse when Draco bites out, “None.”
Bile rises to your throat. “What?” Your voice cracks over the words. You had suspected it for a while now, knowing that when every witch or wizard that passed through your camp eyed you like you were on your way to the grave, it had to mean something, but hearing it from the mouth of the Death Eater who likely killed them makes it so much more real.
“They’re all gone,” Draco says matter-of-factly. “Weeks ago, in fact. We thought we’d crushed out the lot of you for good, but we still haven’t been able to track any damned Apparitions to your safehouses, which had to mean that someone still survived. I hate to compliment the enemy, but your magical barrier is strong. It’s the only thing that saved you. That, and the fact that none of the other Node maintainers knew your name, but they said your rough location about a dozen times over.”
Your fingers curl around your wand so tightly you’re half afraid you’ll snap it. “How long have you known it was me? How long did you suspect I was the last one out here?”
You’re sure of it now, that he knew, that he’s known all along. He was slightly surprised to see you the first time you came, but not enough. The look in his eyes wasn’t true shock, more the slight triumph in being right when one isn’t one hundred percent certain of their answer.
“Two months,” Draco tells you. “Only a few people in the Order have that skill with enchantments like these, and we’d seen most of them fighting before. You were the only one unaccounted for and, well, it made sense to me. I’d had plenty of experience with your magical stubbornness before.”
“So you knew I was the only survivor because you practiced with me in school?” You whisper faintly.
“Congratulations,” he says sweetly, “You’ve made me proud.”
“I don’t need your pride,” you swear at him. “I need you and all of your Death Eater friends dead in the ground.”
“And if that happened, where would you get your information?” Draco asks with mock sympathy. He raises a hand to delicately stroke against your cheek. “Look at you. You’re the last stand in a losing war. Without the promise of my espionage, you would have been pulled to the front lines long ago. I’m all that stands between you and bloody death.”
“Why?” You breathe. “Why save me?”
Abruptly, Draco’s expression closes, and you get the feeling that he has revealed a lot more than he intended. “Consider it a favor I’ve owed for a long time,” he says, then forces the scroll into your hands.
“Take it,” he barks. “Take it, and don’t die until I come back. That, at least, shouldn’t be too hard for you.”
You stare unseeingly at the parchment in your hand. “Why wouldn’t the Order tell me I was the only one left?”
Draco shrugs. “How am I supposed to understand the minds of a few dozen errant Gryffindors? They knew you’d run, most likely. Any sane person would leave if they knew all of their counterparts had been hunted down one by one.”
He eyes you meaningfully, but you can’t discern what exactly he intends for you to do. “Do you expect me to run, then?”
A pause, then Draco answers. “No, actually. I don’t think you will.”
“Why not?” You ask.
He makes a scoffing noise, then looks away towards the waving trees surrounding him. “You’re much too good for them, anyway.”
Without saying goodbye, Draco turns and walks out of the clearing, dark cloak rippling in the breeze. You stand there, not even sure how you’re able to stand, until you remember the grave danger you’re in every moment you remain past the barrier of your camp and hurry back inside.
If you had thought you were distracted when Draco first visited, it all pales in comparison now. Your mind is in knots trying to untangle everything he’d said and hadn’t said. Every one of the Node maintainers, gone. You, the only one left. You’re certain he was telling the truth, and you’re certain you’ve known about it for a while, too, but hadn’t wanted to admit it to yourself. Leave it to Draco Malfoy to force you to face the truths you crave to ignore.
What hurts more is that the other members of the Order hadn’t told you. Didn’t they owe it to you to fill you in on risks that concerned you? If they knew every other Node had fallen, they should have let you know so you could double your charms, maybe even assign you a guard to keep you safe. You could sense the underlying frustration when Draco mentioned that the Death Eaters hadn’t been able to track members of the Order Apparating to the safehouses, so you know your Node is still deeply needed. Yet your own side of the war had failed to warn you.
You expect Remus to come again for the scroll, but instead, you’re surprised to see Kingsley himself appearing out of the Portkey a few days later. After engaging in the usual routine of questions and answers to determine each other’s identity, Kingsley glances around your camp and asks meaningfully if you have anything for him.
You stand up automatically, ready to hand him the scroll and call it a day, but something slows your movements. Instead, you look at him more deeply, trying to tell from his face alone that Kingsley has been hiding secrets about the collapse of the Nodes from you.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” you ask at last.
Kingsley frowns. “Tell you what?”
You gaze at him steadily. “If my Node had fallen, what would you have done? Would you have blamed yourself, or me? Would you have assumed that my spells simply weren’t good enough? Maybe if I checked on them more often, the Death Eaters wouldn’t have found me. Or, maybe if I knew that all other Node maintainers were dead, I would have added even more spells to keep the Portkeys safe. Do you think that would have bothered you when they dumped my butchered corpse on your doorstep?”
Kingsley’s eyes widen in a brief panic before he manages to calm himself down again. “Been speaking to our spy, have you? What lies has he told you, Y/N? Why in Merlin’s name do you think you can trust a Death Eater over us?”
“He wasn’t lying about this, was he?” You ask instead. “And you certainly trust him enough to take his reported secrets back every few weeks, don’t you?”
“We evaluate everything your spy says, and respond accordingly. Always with caution. Always assuming that this is a ploy to gain our trust and then kill us all,” Kingsley chastises you. “I don’t suppose you thought about the possibility that this is all a trick before you accepted everything he told you at face value?”
“Of course I considered it,” you hiss. “I considered it when I realized that nobody was talking to me about the other Nodes. I considered it when he could have killed me a thousand times over and didn’t. Now, tell me it’s true. Tell me you hid the truth just so you wouldn’t risk me walking out on you!”
Kingsley straightens up, folding his arms across his chest and regarding you with a cool expression. “What if I had told you at the very start? What if I told you every gruesome detail about how they found a few of them ripped limb from limb? Would you have appreciated it then, knowing that they tortured those poor souls to the brink of madness and back again? It was your spy who did it, most likely, or they wouldn’t know so much about it. Would it have helped your focus if you knew they all died awfully?”
Kingsley takes a deep breath before continuing again. “I rely upon the Node for the protection of the safehouses. We all do. You know that. If you left, you would have been found, and it would all be over. You have been extraordinarily focused here, Y/N. Why would I risk that by telling you information that would change nothing about your situation here?”
“It would change everything!” You shout, for once heedless of the world outside your camp. “I would have been more cautious. I could have installed more safeguards. I could have mourned my friends that died in those Nodes, but you took that from me because you needed a body here to maintain the barrier.”
“Were they your friends when they sold you out to the Death Eaters?” Kingsley asks, voice booming. “That’s what they all do, you know. It’s what you’ll do, too, if your spy decides to turn. You’ll sell out every one of us, because that is what the pain makes you do, and if not, the Imperius curse. I do not have the time nor the will to tell everyone every secret, no matter how personal, because it will result in the death of us all. Yes, I knew that the Nodes were falling, and yes, I decided not to tell you, because I value the safehouses above the life of one witch. Will you fault me for that, Y/N? Will you tell me I’ve done a bad job? That I’ve been mean? I have to be mean. It’s how we win this damn war.”
You stare at him, rough breaths rippling through you from anger and fear and the utter madness of a war you can never win, then stalk to your tent and grab Draco’s scroll. You slam it into Kingsley’s hand. “Get out,” you seethe.
“You understand why I had to do it, of course,” Kingsley tries to say.
“Get out!” You scream.
He does, and you’re left alone again. Somehow, that’s worse than arguing. It occurs to you that if Kingsley will hide the truth about the Nodes, that he could hide anything from you, and constantly justify it to himself. If something happened with the safehouses, he would simply let the Portkeys expire and never send anyone to refresh them. You would get no new visitors, no news of the outside world. Somehow, he’d signal to Draco that he’d have a new middle man, so you’d stop seeing him, too. You would have no one to talk to, nobody left to share your time, lacking even the fleeting seconds between Portkey journeys.
The war might even end without them telling you, regardless of which side won. They’d forget about you eventually, the last camp that no one was supposed to find. You would maintain your barrier and keep up your stock of supplies, the last stand in a battle that ended years ago. You imagine yourself growing old and dying in this small camp, known by no one, trusted by fewer still. A relic of the Second War. It might begin any day, and you would never know.
You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly cold. The wind that whips through the trees no longer seems friendly, but like a thousand knives drawing blood wherever your skin is exposed to the harsh breath of the air. Your only hope is that Draco will come again and tell you more secrets that your Order has hidden from you. Your only hope is Draco. It’s something that you never imagined you’d say again after you left Hogwarts, but somehow it’s more true than most things you’ve heard since you were assigned to your Node. You can only hope that he will come again, and remind you what it was like when you still felt human.
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Summary: When that friend of yours signed you up for a singles dating auction you could have never predicted how perfectly the night could turn out. Tags: Dom/Sub, Language, Edging/orgasm denial, Blow Jobs, Mild humiliation Note: As of now this is just a one!shot sort of thing but if people really seem to like it I can probably continue. Just let me know.
You aren’t sure why you had agreed to do this, other than the fact that your friend had gone through a lot of trouble to get you in. Yes, you were painfully single and had been for a long time but you hadn’t thought you were that desperate. The only thing that made this situation less painful was the class of people you were more or less guaranteed to meet. It was a singles auction. Something where a bunch of high powered and wealthy businessmen were the only guests there that would be bidding. You aren’t too concerned with wealth, power, or status, you just have an assumption that if these were high class men then you also wouldn’t end up with an annoyingly sleazy date by the end of the night. That was if anyone bid on you in the first place, since that was always an option.
You stand at the side of the stage behind the curtain just out of view. You know that you’re going to be up next and you can hear how high the bidding is getting on the girl in front of you. There’s no way that it can get that high on you, right? The auction on her closes and the stagehand next to you motions for you to go out onto the stage next. You nod and walk out to where you are supposed to stand. You were hoping to get a good look at the bidders once you were on stage but thanks to the bright lighting it’s impossible to see almost anything down below you. The bidding starts and at first it’s kind of slow. The auctioneer rambles off things about you that are meant to entice the men to bid. It was from a card you filled out when you got there.
As the number climbs higher you are kind of surprised that anyone is bidding at all. Then it starts to become a bidding war between two different guys, which you can only tell because of what the auctioneer is saying. One of the men keeps upping the ante every time the other one does. Everything happens so incredibly fast that when the bidding is closed you don’t even catch the price that was announced. You are hurried off of the stage and into the back where there’s a room that all of the other girls are waiting in. All of them seem a lot more appealing than you, at least that’s what you think.
It’s not long before the auction ends and a few other girls join the waiting room in the process. One by one each girl is called out to meet her match by the number that she is wearing on her dress. You are number 42, though it doesn’t seem to be going in any certain order. Probably just first come first serve. You try to relax, your heart fluttering a bit when your number is called. There are only a few girls left by that point but you feel relieved that you weren’t the last one called either. Less time to consider this may have just been a horrible prank and the guy didn’t intend to come and get you at all.
“Where is he? Who won?” You ask as you step out into the hallway.
“There is a limo waiting for you downstairs, I’ll take you there.” The man who called you out of the room says. You nod and follow after him, though the fanciest hotel you have seen in your life and down into the lobby. As he promised, there is a limo waiting for you right at the front. He motions for you to walk towards it and as you do a man on the outside opens the door. You pull up your gown a bit so you won’t trip over yourself as you get inside and take a seat. That’s when you see him. Presumably the man that won the auction for you. Not only is he in an amazingly sexy suit, but he’s quite possibly the most dark and yet beautiful man you’ve ever seen. You laugh softly.
“You’re the one who…really?”
“Yes,” He nods, “Is there a problem?”
“No, um…I just, you look very handsome is all.” Typically you don’t see yourself as much of a prize and you definitely would have thought that he was far out of your league, enough that he would have no reason to bid on you in the first place. “Is there a name or title I should be calling you?”
“Sir is fine for now…” He says with a bit of a smirk, “I can be Master depending on what you’re into, though.”
You feel a blush start to rise in your cheeks, your face getting hot. Your hand comes up to nervously play with a strand of hair that has fallen out of place. You couldn’t lie, you are into a lot of things. Especially various activities that may require you to call him Master.
“Master it is then, you’ll find that I have a wide variety of interests and am very open minded.”
“Good to know.” He smiles, “It means I won’t have to go too easy on you.”
You aren’t sure what he has planned or may have had planned before you responded to him like that but you’re excited to find out nonetheless.
It’s not long before the limo arrives at a very nice hotel, one that you’d never be able to afford one night in. In fact, you are pretty sure they’d kick you out just for trying to come inside if you weren’t with someone important. Though you may have dressed the part for the night in your sexy but formal gown and your hair done up, it wasn’t a place or lifestyle that you ever felt you would belong to.
He walks you inside, his arm around you, in an almost possessive hold the whole way up to the room, even on the elevator. The room is a suite and it’s very large. It enters into a small foyer then a lounge area. You can’t see the other rooms from there but you don’t figure it matters. The auction was for a date with him but it seems like things are progressing a bit more quickly than that and you can’t say you are disappointed.
He walks past you and takes a seat on the couch tugging at his suit to fix it a bit, even though that’s really not needed with how immaculate he looks anyway. You walk towards him but he holds his hand up once you are about three feet away, which gets you to stop. He looks you over as if he’s eyeing up an expensive new toy he’s just collected then smiles.
“Strip.”
“N-Now?”
“I don’t like having to repeat myself, this is the only warning you’ll get.”
You laugh, nervously, as you feel a shiver of pleasure run through you. Maybe it is a bit fast but you’re already aroused and your curiosity to sate whatever hunger this man has overrides the common sense part of you that knows you should be asking to take things much slower. The dress isn’t too hard to get off though you do struggle to get a good hold on the zipper for a moment. You slide the straps off from your shoulders and let it fall to your feet. You pause but he gives you a look as if to ask what you are waiting for. You swallow hard and bite your lip as you continue to remove your undergarments and toss them aside. As you bend down to remove your heels he stops you again and stands up.
“Keep those on, I like them.” He whispers in your ear once he gets close enough. “Stay right there, like a good girl.” You nod and he moves behind you. He takes your hands gently and pulls them behind your back before you can feel the soft fabric of what you assume to be his tie being wrapped around your wrists and tied into place. He walks back around in front of you and grabs your chin forcing you to make eye contact.
“You are aware I have you at my mercy and there’s not much you can do about it, right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He hisses giving your head a bit of a jerk with his hand.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He smiles and pats you on the cheek in a rough way that leaves a bit of a sting behind it. A possible reminder to keep addressing him properly when he asks you questions. “Do you like this?” He trails a hand down over your chest, his fingers lightly brushing over your stomach and abdomen until you feel his fingers between your legs running over your wet folds. An involuntary breathless groan escapes you.
“Yes, Master.”
“Mmmm I can feel that you do.” He purrs and stays there teasing you for a bit longer just to get you more worked up. You can tell he’s not doing this with any intent to get you off, just make you go crazy but it still doesn’t stop you from moaning. “When you’re with me, you can’t get something for nothing, pleasure is a privilege not a right and you’re not the first priority here, understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He grips your throat firmly holding you in place, it’s not tight enough to be a choke but definitely enough pressure to be a bit of a warning. He moves his other hand away from your now very wet cunt as he brushes those same fingers over your lips and slips them into your mouth. Your pathetic attempt at a whine is muffled but you start to suck on his two fingers eagerly as he slides them deeper making you gag a bit before pulling them out. He then puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you to your knees.
There is no mistaking that he’s aroused by that point now that you are face to face with his crotch but that’s not surprising either. As he starts to unzip his pants it’s obvious what he wants you to do and you stare at him completely mesmerized by the moment. He doesn’t have to say a word once his cock is out, you have your mouth on it within seconds, so desperate not only to please him but get a taste of him. He lets out a soft groan and you can feel his hand resting on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair a bit to get a better grip.
“Mmmm are we that eager?” He breathes, you aren’t able to answer but you kind of nod your head before continuing with what you were doing before. He gets a bit rough, tightening the grip on your hair to push you further onto him, making you gag again. You glance up at him and relax as much as you can as he falls into a rhythm of moving you back and forth like this. The rougher he gets the more aroused you get. You feel as if you may be able to cum just from the look of pleasure on his face and the sounds he is making.
It’s not long before you can you tell by how he’s breathing and moaning that you know he’s going to cum. You continue to stare up at him eagerly, wanting nothing more than a good taste of him and you’re ready for it too. Without warning, his orgasm hits and you desperately swallow everything you can from him, though some of it ends up seeping out through the corner of your mouth and sliding down your chin. He releases you and steps back as you cough softly and attempt to catch your breath. Your wrists tug against the restraints as you kneel there, naked except for your shoes.
“You’ve done well so far…” he says, “But not anything more than what I would basically expect from any one of my pets. If you really want a reward, you’re going to have to earn it. Is that something you think you can do?” You swallow hard and lick your lips, sucking on the bottom one as you attempt to get every ounce of what was left behind into your mouth.
“Yes, Master.” You breathe a moment later, nodding your head eagerly.
“Good,” He says, “Because the night is young and we’re just getting started.”
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seeing hate for season 3 is super annoying because we only got half. the first 4 episodes of the last two seasons and queen charlotte wouldn’t have been good either standalone.
#and before anyone says ‘yes they would have!!!’ no. no they wouldn’t have#bridgerton#polin#esp Queen Charlotte which is my fave of the bridgerton universe so far#qc only came together in the finale episode#i standby my opinion that splitting it into two parts is a big mistake with bridgerton#i always back down to others opinions like ‘oh yeah totally!!!’#I ain’t here#text post ✨✍🏻🤎
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shout out to the time that one girl I think I like said to me “the moon look’s very pretty tonight” and I could’ve sworn we once had a conversation ab kny that the scene where shinobu said the same thing she said to me and we where discussing if she said she liked him or not, unfortunately, I don’t remember her opinion on that. I answered to her “yes yes it does” bc I’m not sure if I am in love, but I remember taking a bit of time bc I was overthinking what she just said to me and I don’t know if she said it to me with that intention or not. She hasn’t done anything else that might suggest she wants to be more than a friend with me but I don’t know if I like her or not.
#If we hadn’t discussed that before I wouldn’t be overthinking this rn#For those who don’t know it’s said that in Japan saying “the moon looks lovely” it’s declaring ur love for someone and answering#Yes yes it does is saying u like them back#But answering “it’s always been” it’s rejecting it#And I don’t know bc we just happened to be talking about space#And it’s true the moon always looks beautiful#But I don’t know if I like her#Or even If I do if I would like to be her gf#Bc I’m nearly a walking read flag#And I’m scared of having a relationship#I don’t want to hurt anyone#But then Again sometimes I wish I had a partner#But the next day I would probably hate love#Ahhhhgggggg#WHAT DO I WANT#BRO#WHY IS EVERYONE MY AGE FALLING IN LOVE#LIKE EVERYONE(EXCEPT THE GIRL I MAYBE LIKE) HAVE BEEN IN LOVE/ARE IN LOVE/ ARE IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP RN#AND I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVES SUPPOSED TO FEEL LIKE#😭😭
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Hi!! If you're up to it do you think you could write something about the first time Jason brings his gf to the manor. Like maybe he brings her in but doesn't tell anyone and so everyone is trying to sneak a glimpse of her??
meet the family
jason todd x fem!reader
aka jason has a girlfriend???
warnings: none
The manor sits full as ever—a cloud of mild boredom sweeping over the Wayne clan.
Dick sits perched on top of an armchair reading a catalog, Stephanie’s splayed out across the couch, Cass is bundled up in blankets atop the ottoman, and Damian leans up against the center table from the floor.
It’s a relatively slow afternoon, until Tim comes bursting into the room, out of breath.
“There’s a girl here!”
Everybody looks at him, disinterest scattered across the room. “There’s a couple of ‘em.” Dick says, flipping through the pages of the magazine.
Tim huffs, “No! In Jason’s room—he has a girl in there!” Eyebrows shoot up at that.
“Now I know you’re lying.” Damian mutters.
Tims head snaps over to Damian. “Dude, go see for yourself. I heard her!”
“You really think Jason would bring a girl here and not even introduce us?” Steph asks, unconvinced.
“Yeah.”
“Yes.”
“Obviously.”
Cassandra nods fervently.
“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Stephanie mutters. “I bet he’ll introduce me before any of you guys, though.”
Dick barks out a laugh, “You’re nothing short of delusional if you think he’s introducing any of us.”
“We’ll have to take matters into our own hands, then.” Tim says, decidedly.
Damian audibly sighs and rolls his eyes.
“I’m meeting her first.” Steph confirms. “I’ll put money down right now.”
“Meet her or see her?” Cass signs.
“Same thing.” Stephanie shrugs.
Dick shoots up from his seat, “First person to see her gets to be the ring bearer!” He announces, racing out of the room.
Knock knock knock knock knock…
Knock knock.
It takes a good forty seconds, but Jason opens the door, an annoyed frown already on his face.
Dick gives him his brightest smile. It beams of deceit in Jason's eyes. “Hey man. What’cha doing?”
He crosses his arms. “What do you want?”
Dick tries to peer around Jason into the room, but Jason made a point of barely opening the door and his large frame isn’t doing Dick any favors right now.
“Just wanted to say hey…You wanna hang out?”
“No.”
Dick lingers awkwardly. “…Are you sure?”
Jason shuts the door.
A couple minutes later, Tim comes running up the stairs. He opts to skip over the courtesy of knocking and go straight for barging through the door himself. Or he would’ve, if Jason hadn’t seen that coming from a mile away and locked it.
“Fuck off, Tim!” Jason calls from inside the room.
“You lost your right to privacy the second you walked in this house!” He shouts back, hitting his fist against the door.
And Tim swears he can hear a sweet laugh as he trudges away. The authenticity of that claim will be heavily debated downstairs for the next several minutes.
Not even a thirty seconds later, Stephanie comes a knockin’. Jason opens the door wordlessly, patience clearly dissipating more and more.
“Hey, Jason! I can’t find my comm, you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”
His face deadpans. “No, Steph.”
Stephanie clicks her tongue, “Can you check?”
He stares at her.
“Actually you’re right, it would be faster if I did.” Stephanie tries to push past him into the room, but Jason, unsurprisingly, doesn’t budge.
“Stephanie.”
“I just want to meet her!” She pleads. “I won’t even tell the others, I’ll just say you wouldn’t let me in either!”
“Bye.” He closes the door.
He doesn’t make it all the way back to the bed before the next knock, singular and short.
Jason snaps the door open again, looking down at Damian with a glare.
Never one to waste any time, “Is there a girl in here?” Damian asks, seeming thoroughly disinterested in the answer.
Jason shuts the door in his face.
Several minutes later, another, quieter knock. Jason’s groan can be heard from outside the room. He pulls open the door once again.
It’s Cass.
She stares at him.
He stares at her.
“Can I say hi to her?” She signs.
Jason sighs. “I’ll pass along the message.”
She smiles and turns back down the hall.
Jason closes and locks the door once again, trudging back over to the bed where you lay. He collapses onto your chest, your arms wrapping around each others bodies immediately.
“Cass says hi.” He mumbles, the sound obscured by his face-down position.
“That message would be a lot more meaningful if I actually knew Cass.”
He groans. “You don’t want to meet them.”
“I do.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. “And I think you do too, or you wouldn’t have brought me to the house where the world's best detectives live.”
“I’m starting to regret it now.”
“Come on. Please?” You plead.
He picks his head up to look at you.
“Are you sure?” He asks with a grimace.
“Absolutely.” You say, topping it off with a kiss on his cheek.
He sighs.
Well. It’s never been within Jason’s skill set to deny you, anyways.
You descend the stairs hand in hand with Jason, his energy mopier than usual. You can hear a gaggle of voices coming from a room ahead, all talking over one another.
“Okay, Tim, you climb up outside the window and—”
“—It’s your plan, you scale the side of the house.”
Jason drops his head and mutters a “Jesus Christ…” as you near the commotion.
You give him a reassuring smile and pat his back as you both move into the doorway.
Everyone’s heads snap to the doorway, eyes wide and waiting.
Jason takes a deep breath like he’s steeling himself for torture. “Guys…This is my girlfriend.”
“Hi.” You smile sweetly, waving to the room.
There’s a moment of still silence before the room erupts.
“Hold on—”
“—my god, she’s so pretty!”
“Oh wow—”
“Wait, what?”
”—You’re real?”
“—didn’t place that bet.”
Stephanie comes scurrying up to you and grabs both of your hands in hers. “Hi, I’m Steph!” She says with a beaming smile. “What’s your name?”
“I’m—”
But the others are right on her tail, crowding around you.
“We didn’t even know Jason had a girlfriend.” Tim says.
“Still not convinced.” Damian mumbles from the back.
Cass waves and signs something to you.
“She says we’re really happy to meet you, which we are.” Dick tells you.
Damian moves closer within the huddle and inspects you closely. You have no idea what he’s inspecting you for. You don’t need to dwell on it for long because Jason pushes his head away from you with mild force making Damian scowl.
Stephanie chimes in, “Did he bring you here to meet us? The others said—”
Jason cuts her off, already knowing exactly where that sentence was going. “I brought her here to show her my old room.”
Dick snickers, “Oh, is that what you were off doing?”
“Watch it.” Your boyfriend warns.
You nudge him with your elbow, be nice.
Tim moves closer to you, narrowing his eyes. “So you’ve like, spent time with him and everything? And you still want to be around him?”
“Okay and you’re done.” Jason takes your hand and leads you out of the room and back down the hallway.
“No wait!”
You’re already out of the room and into another and then another before you can even realize that you’re headed for the front door.
You stop in your tracks, pulling him to a halt as well. “What about—”
Jason shakes his head. “You don’t want to meet him.”
You lower your chin at him, “Jay. Do you want me to meet him?”
He’s silent and doesn’t look like he particularly does.
You sigh, “Okay, do you want him to meet me?”
“I—yeah…” he trails, and you give him your best sweet eyes, the ones that he knows he has no business saying no to. “I…okay. Okay.”
He leads you down another hallway, the sounds of his siblings clambering echoing in the distance. You end up in a room that looks like a never used study, where Jason pushes on one of the walls. It slides open with a bit of force from him, revealing a door with a keypad next to it.
He types a series of numbers into it, and opens it up to a narrow passageway that looks remarkably like a cave.
The passageway leads down to a set of stairs, and you can hear the loud sound of water in the distance.
You’re quite nervous about walking into the Batcave, but you know Jason wouldn’t bring you anywhere near it unless he was sure it would be okay. Okay for you that is, more so than his father.
“Careful. It’s slippery.” Jason holds your hand the whole way down anyway, making sure to linger no more than a step and a half in front of you.
You see Bruce Wayne, sitting at a desk with a large array of computer screens in front of it, and case files scattered all throughout the surface.
He doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, though you have to imagine if Jason got his observation skills from anywhere, it would be him.
As you approach, Jason switches your hands so that his left is holding your left. The result has his figure half covering you, you can only assume partially limiting Bruce’s view of you.
“Bruce.”
Bruce turns his chair around, regarding Jason with a raised chin. The greeting is somehow even more formal than you’d expected.
“Jason.” He readdresses his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”
Jason has a hell of a feeling that Bruce already knows exactly who you are. He’s probably known about you since you started dating. He would’ve had to, to not be pissed as hell that Jason brought a civilian into the cave.
Jason introduces you, his hand reluctantly letting go as you step forward to shake Bruce’s.
Bruce looks surprised, though pleasantly so. He smiles and shakes it kindly.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says.
“You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say, smiling.
He laughs, “Oh, I bet.” Looking to Jason, he says, “I can’t say I’ve had the same pleasure, unfortunately.”
Though Jason’s behind you now, you can practically feel him roll his eyes.
“No, I can’t imagine him sharing anything unprovoked.” Bruce smiles widely at that.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason, who’s probably on the brink of losing his mind down here, interrupts.
“Alright. Time to go.” Jason says, grabbing your hand again. He doesn’t give you much time to protest before he’s guiding you by the waist past him and towards the stairs.
You let him nudge you out and call over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you!”
He’s halfway up the stairs as you exit, only to be stopped by Bruce addressing him again.
“Jason.”
Jason stalls his steps, turning around slowly. You’re out of the cave now, and Jason’s not excited to be alone with his Dad for even a minute. It doesn’t help that he has no idea what he’ll say.
“She’s kind.” Bruce says, simply.
“Yes.”
He tilts his head at Jason, observing him. “You love her?”
Jason looks at the ground. “Yes.”
Bruce nods. “Good.”
He returns to his work at the computers wordlessly, and Jason has to take a moment to realign himself before he climbs the rest of the stairs.
Jason doesn’t particularly seek his fathers approval, nor does he place any definable value on it. However, hearing him give his own version of his blessing to you struck something inside Jason. Something deep in his chest.
He re-enters the study, finding it empty. He walks out into the hallway, where you’re nowhere to be found. Despite being halfway across the house by this point, he can distinctly hear his siblings chattering in the living room. Chattering. And chattering. And chattering…
Oh god, you went back to the living room.
As Jason approaches the conversation becomes clearer.
“—long have you been together, anyways?”
“Well—”
Stephanie gasps suddenly, cutting you off. “Oh wait, you have to meet Alfred!”
“Oh, we’ve already met.” You tell her.
Dick’s head snaps up. “What? When?”
Jason enters the room, draping his arm around your shoulder. “About six months before you met her.”
A chorus of gasps and shouts ring out.
“What?”
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SHARING IS CARING!
ʚɞ summary: satoru agrees to share his girlfriend with kento for one night to help ease some of the stress he’s been under lately! but that doesn’t mean he’s going to make it easy for his co-worker.
warnings: fem!reader, voyeurism, cuck!satoru, oral (m receiving), breast play, penetration (p in v), fingering, pussydrunk nanami, squirting, praise kink, 18+ minors dni.
wc: 7.1k
despite how much satoru enjoys teasing his co-worker kento nanami, he can see how much stress the other man has been under lately. it’s clear from the heavy bags underneath his eyes, the way his back is almost permanently hunched in exhaustion.
the white-haired sorcerer spent an embarrassingly long amount of time in his office brainstorming different ideas to attempt to cheer nanami up. his usual go-to for anyone else would be to buy them some sweets, but he has a feeling that wouldn’t be too appreciated in this situation.
and then, after his phone buzzed with a newly received text from you: his pretty little girlfriend who was currently waiting for him at home — a lightbulb lit up in his head.
he could give you to nanami to cheer him up.
well, when he says ‘give’, of course he really means lending you to nanami. a one-time only gift (that must be returned after use) as it were.
and satoru will unarguably be present to observe the entire interaction too — he has to make sure nanami treats his sweet girl the way she deserves, after all. if the other man was to leave you unsatisfied, he would very possibly have to hollow purple him.
(and he also wouldn’t be completely opposed to watching his much-too-uptight co worker unravel before his eyes, either. but he’ll keep that part to himself.)
pleased with his newest idea, satoru practically skips along the halls on the way to nanami's office, a wide grin stretched across his lips and anticipation buzzing throughout his body.
"hellooo, nanamin!" he coos obnoxiously once he arrives outside his co-worker's office, craning his neck to peek his head around the doorway. "you in here?"
nanami audibly sighs at the sound of the white-haired man's voice, glancing up briefly from his desk with an unimpressed look pulling at his visibly exhausted features. "yes, gojo, i'm clearly in here. what is it you want this time?"
satoru holds up his hands in mock surrender, his grin never faltering as he steps fully inside the office. it's clear he's up to no good (even more so than usual), given the way he's practically vibrating on the spot with excitement.
"well?" the blonde man prompts impatiently, his eyes already cast back down to the various piles of paperwork splayed across his desk. he's evidently in no mood to deal with satoru's mischief.
"now now, don't rush me!" he huffs in response, his lower lip jutting out in an overdramatic pout despite knowing nanami isn't even looking in his direction right now. "this is a very... sensitive topic. so i'm gonna need you to pay suuuper close attention. got it?"
at this, nanami looks up from his papers, his annoyance slowly morphing into cautiousness. "sensitive how? this better not be about you wanting to know how many people i've bedded in the past, because i already told you that i will never dignify such a shameless question with an answer."
"what? no! it's not about that," satoru chuckles amusedly, before tapping the bottom of his chin with a slender finger in a theatrical display of thought. "....although, i really should find out the answer to that eventually."
nanami rolls his eyes all the way to the back of his head behind his goggles, bringing two fingers up to rub his temple. "i don't have time for this, gojo. whatever it is you came here to ask, will you just spit it out already?"
"alright, alriiight!" the white-haired sorcerer whines petulantly, sauntering further into the office and leaning his elbows against his co-worker's desk like he owns the place. "so, i've noticed you've been under a lot of stress lately—"
"which is none of your business, might i add." the other man deadpans bluntly, his lips set into their usual tight line as he regards satoru.
"sure. but, as your co-worker and friend, i've decided to make it my business," he retorts without missing a beat, waving a pale hand dismissively in nanami's direction as he continues speaking. "and i've come up with the perfect solution to cheer you up!"
nanami raises a blonde eyebrow at this, visibly still cautious but (hopefully) a little curious now. "oh, have you now?" he mutters tightly, attempting to hide the subtle interest hiding under his tone. but satoru notices, because of course he does.
"mhmm," satoru croons mischievously, his grin morphing into a little smirk as he leans further across the desk. "would you like to hear it, nanamin?"
the interest in his colleague's expression is gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by irritation yet again as he releases a deep sigh. "i'm not in the mood for your games, gojo. are you going to tell me or not?"
"ugh, fine," the white-haired man groans dramatically, rolling his eyes behind his blindfold. "can't blame a guy for trying to build up a little suspense."
satoru rifles around in his pocket for a few moments before pulling out his phone, instantly thrusting the device directly into nanami's face with absolutely no context.
"what—" nanami begins, his words quickly trailing off into an unintelligible sound of some description once he catches sight of the picture being displayed on his colleague's lock screen. "oh."
"like what you seee?" he coos obnoxiously from behind the phone, tilting his head to the side in an attempt to get a better view of the other man's reaction. "just kidding - i know you do."
"this... is that your girlfriend?" the blonde man croaks out, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically flustered. "and why is that your lockscreen, for the love of god?"
satoru just shrugs nonchalantly, jerking the phone back towards himself and taking a moment to admire the photo of you. it's your pretty body, completely bare on his bed, perky breasts on full display and smooth legs spread wide to reveal your abused pussy which was just oozing with ropes of his goopy cum.
"yes, it's my girlfriend," he hums proudly, shoving the device back into his pocket before fixing nanami with another wide grin. "and why not? it's not like anyone else sees it except me. until now, obviously."
"right," the other man breathes out, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly in a poor attempt to try and compose himself. "and, pray tell, why did you feel the need to show me that?"
satoru huffs dramatically, as if having to actually explain the proposition he's come up with is taking a serious toll on him. "come onn, nanamin. use that brilliant brain of yours! i say i have a way to relieve some of your stress, and then i show you that picture..."
nanami visibly tenses as the realization of what his colleague is suggesting washes over him, his eyes narrowing into cautious slits. but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself, just in case he misinterpreted his words, so he settles for saying — "is this another one of those highly unamusing pranks of yours, gojo?"
the white-haired man rolls his eyes yet again, leaning even closer over the desk and tilting his head to the side in a playful manner. "you really think i'd show you a naked picture of my girl if this was just a prank?"
as much as it irks nanami to admit, even to himself, his co-worker does has a point there.
"touché." he grumbles under his breath, trying his best to keep up his uninterested façade despite how obviously affected he is by seeing that picture of you; needless to say, he thinks satoru is a very lucky man.
"that's all you're gonna say? touché?" satoru repeats incredulously, throwing his hands up in the air theatrically. "no 'yes please, gojo, i'd love to get me some of that'?"
"first of all, i would never say it so crudely," the blonde man retorts with his nose wrinkled in not-so-subtle disgust, shaking his had faintly. "and second of all, i'm not the sort of man who takes what doesn't belong to him."
satoru snorts out a loud laugh at this. "ugh, drop the serious act for a minute, nanamin! it's not like you're stealing her away from me or anything. i'm just offering some... one-time only stress relief, that's all."
"whatever you say, gojo," he mutters dismissively, waving a hand in his direction before rubbing his temple yet again. "even if i was to consider such a proposition, have you asked your girlfriend if she would be willing to participate?"
"yeah, sooo, about that..." satoru responds in an elongated hum, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck somewhat sheepishly.
"satoru—"
"wait, wait! just let me explain," the white-haired man squeaks hurriedly, waving around his hands theatrically. the rare use of his first name from his colleague clearly shows just how annoyed he is at this point. "i was so excited when i came up with the idea that i kinda-maybe-definitely forgot to ask her."
"why am i not surprised?" nanami huffs bluntly, clearly losing whatever interest he may have begrudgingly gained when he saw the photo.
but just before he can return to his work, satoru quickly speaks up again. "hey, wait just a minute! she's my girl, and i know my girl. she'll say yes."
nanami pauses for a few moments, silently cursing the way he's actually considering this insane proposition. but there's two facts he can't deny — one: he has been under a lot of stress lately, and he wouldn't exactly mind releasing it. and two: satoru's girlfriend is incredibly attractive.
much to his chagrin, he doesn't have a good reason to say no.
"...alright."
and that's how kento nanami finds himself standing outside your and satoru's apartment a week later, his fist hovering just above the door as he attempts to process what's awaiting him on the other side.
he can't quite believe he's actually going to 'release his stress' by using satoru's pretty little girlfriend who he's never even met before today. but he knows that not going through with it isn't an option — especially when he'll have to endure his colleague's relentless teasing afterwards.
so he knocks.
and it's you who opens the door, dressed in nothing but one of satoru's old shirts that is definitely much too long for you, the baggy fabric practically swallowing you whole as you stand before nanami.
"oh!" you gasp in realization as you look up at him, a small smile spreading across your lips as you kindly extend a hand to the man in front of you. "you must be kento! toru's told me a lot about you."
nanami, much to his own embarrassment, takes a few long moments to recover from the sight of you. somehow, you're even more beautiful in person than you were in that photo on his co-worker's lockscreen (despite being much more... clothed now.)
"ahem. yes, that's me," he murmurs after swallowing roughly, taking your hand in his own to give it a quick shake. he tries not to let his eyes linger too long on the size difference between them; how your hand practically disappears beneath his. "all good things, i hope?"
"oh, of course." you chuckle softly, stepping to the side and opening the door a little wider in a silent initiation for him to come inside. this is it — his last chance to just blow this whole thing off and drive home.
but he doesn't take that chance.
instead, he shuffles inside with a polite smile in your direction, pulling his other hand from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers he'd bought on the way over here; he wasn't exactly sure what was an appropriate gift for someone else's girlfriend who was going to let him have sex with her, so he settled for some simple roses.
you close the door behind the two of you, your eyes widening when they fall on the flowers. how very... gentlemanly. you hadn't expected him to bring any type of present tonight — from what you'd gathered from satoru, this was going to be a very transactional exchange.
"sorry... is this too forward?" nanami mutters a little awkwardly, toying with the petal of one of the roses. "if you don't want them, i can go put them back in my—"
"no, no! they're beautiful," you say quickly, grasping the bouquet from him with a warm smile stretching across your lips. "it's really sweet of you. i just wasn't expecting it, that's all."
the blonde man seems to relax slightly at this, his tensed shoulders slowly deflating and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. it's clear he's never done anything like this before; but then again, neither have you.
but when satoru had come to you with the idea of helping out his thoroughly overworked colleague and friend, who also happened to be quite handsome (in your boyfriend's words), you couldn't help but agree.
and satoru definitely underestimated kento's appearance with that measly description. he's more than quite handsome — he's gorgeous, with those well-kempt blonde locks and that ridiculously sharp jawline that could probably cut glass.
...let's just say you're not having any last minute regrets about agreeing to this.
"so, how about you go and make yourself comfortable in the living room while i put these in some water?" you suggest kindly, gesturing to doorway on the left as you head in the direction of the kitchen with the bouquet in your hands.
nanami nods in agreement, ducking his head to fit underneath the doorframe as he saunters into the living room of your apartment. it's cozy and small, with little trinkets that just scream satoru gojo scattered around the area.
of course that man has to make even his living room as chaotic as he is.
he plops down onto the couch, his still somewhat tense body sinking into the comfortable material. he feels more relaxed already than he has in months — it must be something to do with the warm atmosphere in your home (or the promise of what's to come.)
his respite doesn't last for long, however, because satoru comes bounding down the stairs, his blindfold askew and his grin wide when he notices nanami sitting there in his living room. "heyyy, nanamin! you're actually here! i figured you'd chicken out last minute, honestly."
the blonde man rolls his eyes behind his goggles, shooting his colleague a thoroughly unimpressed look in response to his statement; as if he hadn't just been considering 'chickening out', as gojo put it, moments ago outside the front door.
but he doesn't have to know that.
"well, i didn't." he settles for sighing bluntly, raising a neatly trimmed eyebrow when satoru drapes himself across the couch next to him like an oversized cat, practically taking up every inch of spare space.
"what's that look for?" satoru snickers obnoxiously, slinging his lanky legs over nanami's lap as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "this is my house you're in right now, remember? i can do what i want."
before nanami can even think of replying, you start padding into the room, shooting your boyfriend what can only be described as a disapproving look. "toru, stop harassing our guest."
the white-haired man lets out a petulant whine in response, grasping your hips as soon as you draw close enough and pulling you down onto his lap. he buries his face in your neck, grumbling. "i'm not harassing him, baby! it's just our usual banter. riiight, nanamin?"
"right." he chuckles lightly, exchanging an amused glance with you over satoru's head at the other man's antics. he's more like a young, whiny child than a full grown adult; especially when he acts like this.
"hey, stop smiling at him!" satoru huffs overdramatically in protest, looking up at you from your neck with one of his bright blue eyes peeking out from under his blindfold. "you're supposed to be on my side, pretty girl."
"i am on your side, silly," you say with fond exasperation, bringing a hand up to ruffle his messy white locks affectionately. "are you seriously mad at me for getting along with your friend?"
"no, i guess not." he grumbles in response, nuzzling his face back into your skin like a beloved pet would do to its owner.
nanami can't help but find it fascinating how the strongest sorcerer and most popular teacher at jujutsu tech seems to completely melt in your presence — there must be something really special about you, and he feels honoured to be allowed to have you for himself; even if only for one night.
"so— uh, how does this... work?" the blonde man asks curiously after clearing his throat, looking between you and the manchild snuggling you in his lap with a carefully questioning gaze.
satoru giggles at this, turning his head to give nanami an obnoxiously teasing wink. "how does me letting you hit this..." he drawls playfully, his hand traveling down from your hip to lightly squeeze your ass. "...work, nanamin?"
nanami almost chokes on his own salvia in response to his colleague's blunt wording, but somehow he manages to compose himself (just). "...yes, i suppose. if you insist on being so lewd about it."
you let out a small chuckle at this, swatting your boyfriend's hand away from your ass and giving him a chiding look, to which he just shrugs innocently.
"i think it should be up to you, kento," you hum thoughtfully, resting your chin on satoru's head and peering over at the blonde man with an encouraging smile. "how would you like this to work?"
"ah, well..." nanami begins, finding his brain seems to have short-circuited at your suggestion. he gets to choose how he has you? jesus, how is even supposed to form a single coherent sentence with you smiling at him like that?
"oh, come onn, nanamin!" satoru whines, raising one of his legs from the other man's lap to kick at his chest with one of his socked feet. "want me to give you some ideas? hmm... how about you start with her perfect little mouth? it works wonders, y'know!"
nanami lets a choked sound escape from somewhere in the back of his throat at this, his wide eyes shooting to you for any signs of hesitance. but he finds none, no — you're still smiling at him in such a friendly way, as if your boyfriend isn't signing you up to suck another man off right in front of him.
"is that— can i... are you sure?" he stammers awkwardly, suddenly feeling like an inexperienced teenager rather than a fully grown man.
"it's fine with me," you say sweetly, each word so thick and honeyed, making nanami's head start to go a little hazy. he can already feel his trousers starting to grow uncomfortably tight just from the direction this conversation is going in. "would you like that, kento?"
"would i—" nanami swallows thickly, stopping his words before they can come out sounding too eager. "yes... yes, i believe i would."
satoru grins widely at his co-worker's admission, effortlessly lifting you up from his lap and placing you on the floor in front of the couch. you crawl the rest of the way across the carpet, coming to perch between nanami's manspread legs.
the blonde man audibly gulps when you bring your hands up to his thighs, shifting just a little on the chair to try and hide how much his body is reacting to your proximity.
"phewww... look at him, baby," satoru whistles amusedly with a mischievous smirk as he watches the interaction, obnoxiously pointing to the growing tent in nanami's slacks. "so worked up already."
you tut lightly, shooting another disapproving look in your boyfriend's direction. "stop teasing him, toru. he's probably just touch-starved."
"something you wouldn't understand, gojo," nanami pushes out through gritted teeth, trying his best to keep up his usual collected demeanour even when he feels your fingers graze over his bulge. "not when you have such a sweet little thing waiting for you at home everyday."
"hm. now that is true," the white-haired man hums in agreement, reaching over nanami's lap to give your hair a gentle, loving stroke. "my girl always knows how to keep me satisfied."
you smile warmly up at satoru, leaning your head into his touch slightly while your hand squeezes around his colleague's clothed erection — and, shit. you can tell just how big he is even through these tight trousers.
you've really got your work cut out for you here.
satoru is quick to help you out, grasping a cushion from the couch and leaning down to slide it underneath your knees to make the position more comfortable for you. ugh, your boyfriend is just so considerate— but tonight isn't about him. focus!
with better support on the floor, you reach up to pop open the button on the front of nanami's slacks, looking up at him through your lashes; and, god, he looks absolutely wrecked already. his cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink, and his goggle-clad eyes are staring anywhere but you.
despite how stoic he always was in satoru's descriptions of him, right now... kento nanami looks utterly adorable.
unzipping his fly, the only barrier between you and his monster of an aching cock is his expensive-looking boxers. and while at this point with satoru you'd usually do a little teasing, you figure with nanami, it's better to cut straight to the chase.
he clearly needs it.
so you dip your nails under the waistband of his underwear, carefully tugging it down to reveal your boyfriend's colleague in all of his touch-starved glory; cock just giant as it slaps against his clothed abdomen, all veiny and curved as the reddened tip leaks onto the couch.
"woww, nanamin!" satoru croons obnoxiously, fanning himself with his hand as if he's a prim and proper lady about to collapse from shock. "how big you are."
"do you really have to be here for this?" the blonde man retorts, shooting a glare so deadly in his friend's direction that if looks could kill... your boyfriend definitely would be six feet under.
"oh, absolutely," he drawls back without missing a beat, smirking smugly as he crosses his legs against nanami's lap, as if watching his girlfriend prepare to give his co-worker a blowjob is the most normal situation possible. "i'll be here the whooole time. better get used to it."
rolling your eyes at satoru's relentless teasing, you opt to distract nanami from the white-haired sorcerer's interjections by wrapping a hand around his bare length (let it be noted that you definitely cannot fit his entire girthy base in your grip.)
nanami lets out a raspy, broken groan at the contact, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he tries to keep himself together. but the way his cock visibly jumps under your touch doesn't go unnoticed by you or satoru.
"relax for me, kento," you coo sweetly, giving him a light squeeze to make sure he's paying attention to your words. "gonna make you feel good, yeah?"
he can only release a few incoherent mumbles in response, his head falling back against the couch when you start to languidly stroke him, moving your hand from tip to base with well-practised movements.
"fuck, that's so hot," satoru groans as he shifts a little closer to get a better view of you working his uptight colleague with your fist, his own sweatpants starting to visibly tent too. "keep going, pretty girl."
you smile again at the praise, your thighs rubbing together subtly underneath satoru's baggy shirt. but he notices it, because of course he does, he knows your body's reactions like the back of his hand. "see that, nanamin? she loves it when you praise her. i hope you're taking mental notes right now."
nanami can only watch in awe as you lean down to press your soft lips to the leaking tip of his cock, his brain completely scrambled already from only a few touches. jesus, he can't believe he almost didn't agree to take part in this; he’s silently thanking his past self for having the confidence to go through with it right now.
"that's... you're doing good— so good." he pushes out, the words more of a garbled mess than anything as his toned hips involuntarily buck lightly into your hand, in search of more and more friction.
a small, satisfied hum spills from your lips at the praise, your tongue instinctively flicking out to lap at the pearlescent rivulets of pre-cum just streaming from his pudgy tip.
it’s not as sweet as satoru’s — it has a bit more of a salty tang. but it’s not exactly unpleasant either, and you find yourself digging the tip of your tongue into his slit to gather more of the interesting new flavour.
"ah!" nanami gasps loudly, the sound escaping from him without permission. his eyes fly open to fall squarely on you as you start suckling on his tip, finding himself being rendered completely speechless at the way you’re making him feel already — and you’ve only just started.
he’s in for a long night.
“yeahh, she’s good, isn’t she?” satoru croons proudly from beside him, reminding nanami of his presence yet again. but he can’t bring himself to be too mad at his colleague when he’s giving him access to his perfect girlfriend with such a sweet mouth.
“mhm,” the blonde man grunts out, his head rolling to the side slightly. he quickly shuts his eyes, not wanting to catch sight of satoru while he’s receiving such intense pleasure; the last thing he wants is to ruin his upcoming orgasm. “you’re a lu— ah, a lucky man.”
“oh, i know i am,” satoru hums smugly, his hand still resting on your hair giving you a gentle push in a silent encouragement to move your head forward. “come on, baby. i know you can take more of him than that.”
with the help of your boyfriend’s guiding hand, you find yourself sinking more of nanami’s thick cock into your mouth, inch by girthy inch until your nose bumps against the small patch of trimmed blonde hair at the bottom of his abdomen.
“oh, fuuuck…” nanami groans roughly, gripping the fabric of the couch so hard his knuckles are whitening as he tries to hold himself back from just fucking into your mouth like a feral animal.
“it’s okay if you want be rough, nanamin,” the white-haired sorcerer murmurs against the shell of his ear, as if directly reading his thoughts. “she doesn’t mind. she’s your stress relief, remember?”
like the gentleman he is, nanami makes sure to make eye contact with you to check for any signs of hesitance first. but when he doesn’t find any; he just can’t hold himself back from thrusting his hips up into the wet cavern of your mouth.
you try your absolute best to kneel there and take it, but you simply can’t help the way you choke around his sheer length when his tip hits the back of your throat with a lewd thwack!, causing both he and satoru to moan in response.
“yeahhh, you look so pretty choking on nanamin’s cock, babygirl.” satoru groans proudly, trailing his spare hand down to leisurely palm the bulge in his own pants as he observes the scene before him.
your boyfriend’s praise makes you audibly mewl around the blonde man’s cock, the vibrations around his shaft making nanami slap satoru’s hand out of your hair to grab it himself, keeping you in place as he continues rutting into your mouth with reckless abandon.
“just like that, just like that.” nanami chants over and over like a mantra, starting to completely forget about any and all stress he has as he loses himself to the overwhelming pleasure you’re giving him.
“you’re close, aren’t you?” satoru chimes in with a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips as he leans in unnecessarily close to nanami’s ear to whisper. “don’t worry about pulling out, she’ll swallow it all.”
his colleague’s lewd words practically send nanami hurtling over the edge, his grip on your hair tightening to a borderline painful degree as he spills rope after rope of hot, thick cum straight down your throat.
it takes a few deep gulps for you to swallow everything nanami gave you, but there’s just so much of it that a few stray drops spill from the edges of your lips and onto the carpet. shit — you’ll have to clean that up later.
“thaat’s it. such a good girl,” satoru purrs warmly, his eyes alight with affection as he reaches down to stroke your cheek with his thumb, enjoying the dazed expression across your pretty features. “i think you broke nanamin, though.”
looking up at nanami, you can instantly see the visual evidence of what your boyfriend means by you breaking nanami.
the blonde man looks completely debauched — chest rapidly rising and falling as he pants harshly in an attempt to come down from the intensity of his orgasm and eyes squeezed shut so tightly it would appear that he's in some sort of pain if you didn't know better.
"you alright there, kento?" you ask half-teasingly, tapping his thigh gently to try and gain his attention. (it doesn't work; he's clearly out of it.)
satoru is grinning like a madman beside him on the couch, clearly more than pleased with how well his girlfriend is doing unravelling his uptight co-worker so far. "aww, what a shame! he's chickening out before he can even get a feel of your tight little pussy."
you huff, lean up to swat at the white-haired sorcerer's arm in an attempt to get him to shut up, which only causes him to scoop you up in his arms again and place a big wet kiss on your lips in retaliation, seemingly uncaring of the lingering tase of nanami on them.
giggling, you attempt to wriggle out of his grip, which accidentally causes your ass to brush against nanami's still half-hard cock as a result; and that seems to snap him right out of his reverie.
nanami's entire body jolts to attention, a low groan leaving his lips as he glances down at where you're unintentionally pressed against him. and, god, if your mouth made him cum that hard that he forgot where he was for a few moments, just how much better must your pussy be?
"finally back with us, hmm?" satoru drawls playfully, reaching around you to punch his colleague's shoulder a little harder than necessary, causing the blonde man to scowl in response.
"quiet, gojo." he mutters under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the slip of your panties he can just about see from underneath the hem of your baggy shirt.
oh, what he'd give for just one little taste right now...
"don't even think about it," satoru cuts in, snapping him from his thoughts. oh dear, did he say that out loud? he really does need to get control of himself. "if you taste her you'll get addicted, and we can't have that."
nanami can't help but feel slightly disappointed at this — he's always been the type to return the favour, and not being able to do the same for you makes a subtle frown tug at his lips.
but he knows that he has no right to ask for anything more than what he's being offered, seeing as you're not his. (and it's not like he can complain if he gets to be inside that pretty pussy that's been on his mind since satoru showed him his lockscreen last week.)
"are you just gonna sit there, nanamin?" satoru chuckles in teasing disapproval, shaking his head and lifting up the hem of your (his) baggy shirt to reveal the considerable wet spot painting the crotch of your panties. "or are you gonna hurry up and take care of my girl? you knoow, it's bad manners to leave a lady waiting while she's this needy."
"ahem. my apologies, darling," nanami mutters hoarsely, using every ounce of self-control he has left to forcefully tear his eyes away from your underwear and meet your eyes. he gestures to his lap, giving you the strongest smile he can muster right now. "would you like to take a seat?"
"still so well-mannered." you giggle lightly, although you oblige without question, crawling away from satoru to perch yourself upon nanami's wide thighs. he instinctively reaches out to grasp your hips with two large hands, keeping you steady.
"so... can i—?" nanami mutters quietly to satoru, as if sharing a well-kept secret, and not as if he's asking for permission to touch another man's girlfriend's cunt. jesus, is he out of his comfort zone right now.
"can you touch her? yes, yes, of course," the white-haired sorcerer replies quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if eager to get this underway already so he can sit back and enjoy the show. "oh, and you have to make her cum on your fingers atleast once before you can fuck her. house rules."
nanami isn't complaining about this rule.
he owes you an orgasm anyway, but when he slides your soiled panties to the side and gets an eyeful of your pretty pussy, he feels as if it would be a crime not to put his fingers inside of you.
ever the gentleman, nanami looks up at you from behind his lopsided goggles one more time to check for any signs of hesitation, and when he still doesn't find any, he slowly dips two thick fingers between your folds, caressing your slick flesh.
you release a small sigh at the touch, your eyelids fluttering as a wave of pleasure washes over you. he's careful and gentle with his ministrations; since he obviously isn't familiar with what you like.
but you can tell he's the type to be a quick learner.
it isn't long before nanami has you squirming and whining on his lap, the two fingers he eased inside of your dripping entrance scissoring and exploring your sloppy hole, spreading you open bit by bit.
"mmm, you like that, pretty girl?" satoru asks raspily from behind you, lazily palming his clothed erection again as he observes your reactions to his colleague's touch. "is he making you feel good?"
"y-yeahhh." is all you can get out in your daze, your back arching forwards in an unconscious action when nanami's thumb finds your swollen clit, lightly pressing the rough pad of it down on the puffy bud.
satoru leans back in so his chin is almost resting on nanami's shoulder, his warm, laboured breaths caressing the lobe of the other man's ear. "her favourite thing is when you rub lil' circles on her clit." he whispers, voice low and teasing.
against his will, a shiver ripples down nanami's spine in response to satoru's words, and he finds himself following them like they were a command, his thumb sloppily circling your pretty clit and emitting a soft gasp from your parted lips.
"c-close, kento." you mutter breathlessly, your hips beginning to grind down onto his fingers in search of more friction. satoru is quick to assist, abandoning palming himself and wrapping his an arm around your waist to help you bounce on the other man's digits more smoothly.
"thank you, thank you!" you cry out to your boyfriend, turning your head to meet his lips in an uncoordinated, messy kiss inches from nanami's face. the blonde man finds his fingers unconsciously speeding up as he observes the interaction, fucking you on them hard and fast.
within moments, you're coming undone.
a soundless cry falls from your lips as your body falls limp between the two men, your cunt clenching and unclenching around nanami's fingers in search of something to milk.
"god. she looks even more beautiful when she cums... i-i need to feel her. can i feel her, satoru?" comes nanami's broken voice from somewhere nearby, your blissed out state making your vision swim and your hearing fuzzy.
"woow. called me by my first name and everything!" that's satoru, obviously. he sounds overwhelmingly smug. "if i knew my girlfriend would get you this pussydrunk, i'd have let you have a turn with her ages ago."
their bickering becomes background noise as you bathe in the afterglow of your orgasm, but you vaguely register your baggy shirt being removed and your body being repositioned so you're splayed across the couch on your back.
"darling? do you need a moment or can i..." it's nanami's voice again. you manage to blink one eye open to find him hunched over you, burly arms either side of your head and his blonde tresses sticking to his forehead with sweat. casting your vision down, you can see his cock, flushed and angry with precum dripping from the tip once again, hovering just above your entrance.
"please." you mewl, the word slurred from lingering pleasure as you weakly grind your hips up into his erection, causing him to release a groan from deep in his throat.
"go ahead. give my girl what she wants," satoru grunts from somewhere behind nanami, the slick sounds filling the air indicating that he's finally released his cock from the confines of his sweatpants and started jerking himself off. "and you better give it to her good."
"i will," nanami mutters as he slowly but surely, pushes his monster of a cock past that first tight ring of muscle that is your entrance. "f-fuck— i will."
"i think that's the — ah — first time i've ever head you curse, nanamin." the white-haired man remarks playfully, his hips bucking up into his closed fist as he watches his colleague prepare to fuck his girlfriend. damn, this is even hotter than he expected.
"don't get used to it." he grunts in response, his arms visibly shaking above you as he tries to hold himself back from just slamming all the way into you. but no, he's still a gentleman; even now. he'll start slowly, atleast.
it takes a few long moments for nanami to push all of his ridiculously thick inches into you, and when he finally bottoms out, his heavy balls flush against your ass, both of you moan. he's stretching you out so good, just as much (if not more so) than satoru does.
the blonde man, to his credit, does manage to give you a while to adjust to the new intrusion filling you up, but it isn't long before he snaps, the animalistic side of him coming out as he begins rutting his hips into you like it's his last day on earth.
"a-ah! fuck, kento!" you cry breathlessly, your legs quickly locking around his waist for some type of support as he continues to use you like his own person cocksleeve, the couch rocking back and forth with the suddenly ruthless movements.
"uh huhh," satoru croons as he works his own cock faster, his blindfold discarded somewhere nearby so he can get the clearest view of nanami pounding his girlfriend into the couch. "use her to get rid of all that pesky stress."
"sorry, sweetheart — shit, sorry," nanami pants above you, his body seemingly having a mind of its own as he continues to drive his cock in and out of you, barely giving you a moment to breathe in between the rough thrusts. "can't stop."
you'd tell him it was okay, that it feels good, but right now you can't form a single coherent thought. you're completely and utterly cockdrunk, and there isn't even a doubt about it.
"hey — mmm — she really likes it when you play with her tits while you're fuckin' her." satoru adds helpfully, causing nanami to growl out something akin to thanks in response.
suddenly, a large hand is palming one of your bouncing breasts, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh and making you clench tightly around the cock inside of you.
nanami curses yet again under his breath, his eyes visibly rolling back in his head behind the fogged up lenses of his goggles. "so tight, darling. practically squeezing around me like a v-vice."
at his words, a broken moan gets ripped from your throat, your ankles digging into the muscles of his lower back in an attempt to pull him in even deeper. all you seem to be able to say is "more, more, more."
"that— ngh, that means she's close," satoru gasps out, his cock twitching beneath his fist as he continues to jerk himself off like there's no tomorrow. "rub... rub her clit like y'did earlier again."
instantly complying to the other man's command, two of nanami's thick fingers find your puffy little bud again, rubbing uncoordinated circles as he continues to pound into you like an animal in heat. jesus, he can't even remember what he was stressed about anymore.
"o-oh, shit!" you almost scream, the stimulation on your sensitive bud and the repeated slams of nanami's pudgy cockhead against your g spot driving you half-insane with pleasure. you can feel an all-too-familiar coil start to spool in the depths of your stomach, threatening to unravel at any given moment.
"yeah, that's it, baby," satoru praises breathlessly, his own orgasm approaching as he continues grinding into his fist like a desperate virgin. "cum all over nanamin's cock for me."
the dual sensations of your boyfriend's words and the thrusting of nanami's sinful hips has you spiralling uncontrollably over the edge, your second high of the night somehow even more intense than the first. you barely even have time to register the liquid just spraying from your cunt and soaking nanami's heavy balls where they're slapping against your ass with a lewd thwack! each time.
"god, so perfect, can't last—" nanami rambles in a very pussydrunk manner, his movements suddenly growing considerably more uncoordinated and sloppy as he struggles to find the strength to hold himself up. "gojo, where can i...?"
"not inside," satoru responds firmly, his voice the most coherent it's been since he started jerking himself off. it's clear there's no room for argument on this one. "that's for me only."
nodding shakily, nanami manages to pull his throbbing cock out just in a nick of time, rope after rope of his goopy cum splattering across the supple skin of your stomach, the stream going on for so long it seems like it'll never stop.
somewhere behind the blonde man, a low, raspy groan is the tell-tale sign that satoru has just finished too, probably coating his own hand with his sticky release.
it's silent for a few blissful moments, all three of you just basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms. but of course, satoru gojo is a man who can never stay quite for long, so he says—
"hey, maybe we should do a threesome next time."
"next time?" nanami chokes out weakly, barely managing to lift his head up to glance over at this colleague with two raised eyebrows.
"yeah, next time," satoru shrugs nonchalantly, as if the proposal was nothing short of normal. "i know i said i'd only let you do this once, but... sharing is caring, right?"
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The ability to evacuate is a privilege and I’m sick of people applying Florida logic to the Appalachians right now. Yes it is horrible for those who couldn’t in Florida but the people in the Appalachian’s had no warning. People still have “dial up” there, 55.9% of the population is under the poverty line. “I’ve been seeing warnings for a week” no you haven’t the warnings were for Florida and Georgia, even then it wasn’t supposed to hit the apps like this at most flooding but they would recover. When hurricane helene took that turn it was too late to even warn others before dams broke. The infrastructure is not meant to take this beating especially given the storm they had the week before causing all of the waterways to be full already. Towns are wiped out, towns that relied on tourism and coal mining to bring in revenue are gone. My great aunt and uncle lived in a trailer off a plot of land and were so happy they finally got a clean running water system hooked up two years ago. They have one tiny little old android that they have to travel about an hour in town to use so they can call us up. They lived off a fixed income because any sort of job was two hours away at least and they’re getting older they can’t just travel that much anymore. My great uncle can’t walk without his cane and my great aunt is getting there too. They always joked about taking me home with them and I would always say when I got older they would come live with me because I knew how rough it was for them but they couldn’t just leave. I haven’t been able to contact them in over 48 hours and the highways leading out after the one hour evacuation notice was given was shut down. Most places are air rescues only because there is no other way for them to be rescued. To add on as well that they deployed FEMA in many of the places affected but yet there is barely any coverage and radio silence from our government. No national guards are here to rescue them they are left to fend for themselves. People are drowning, being electrocuted, some didn’t even stand a chance. These are human beings who have been prayed on for generations the least you can do is show some fucking sympathy. I don’t care what you have to say family’s are being devastated. I wouldn’t wish anything like this to happen to anyone so if you find yourself in your bed at night I hope you know that out there, there are families who are grieving all they have lost and you are cozy at home with running water, electricity and a warm bed and you feel an ounce of guilt for even thinking that.
A link to ways that you can help. Keep Appalachia in your minds do not look away.
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Danny always knew tax evasion ran in his veins. His parents hadn’t been the most… morally sound of people, and less so as ecto-scientists.
He just didn’t think their lessons would ever result in a criminal empire that spanned the entire city and then some. Danny hadn’t seen it coming. His parents definitely wouldn’t have.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Wayne. Mr. Fox.”
Danny ‘the Phantom’ Fenton sat down across from a rather tense looking (to Danny’s enhanced senses, anyways) Brucie Wayne and his right hand, Lucius Fox. He smiled pleasantly, matching Brucie’s vacant smile with that touch of Midwest suburban mother smile.
With his acquisition of multiple Gotham companies, his rather newly established Fentom Co. became one of the largest holding companies in Gotham, the first being Wayne Enterprises and the second being Drake Industries. After months of constantly working his butt off while fending off assassins, reforming Gotham’s slums and cleaning up some of the streets, and taking care of his nest of street kids, Danny garnered enough power to even stand close to Wayne Enterprises in terms of financial powers.
The topic of this meeting was, of course, the proposed merger of Wayne Enterprises’ Medical R&D division with Fentom Co.’s pharmaceutical department. Usually, Wayne Enterprises wouldn’t even consider such an offer, as their Medical R&D division was the most well funded and least likely to be part of a Rogue’s scheme- and therefore most beloved- department of the same nature in Gotham. However, Danny had something the other offers didn’t.
Blackmail.
His overly polite smile widened as Bruce’s mask twitched. His eyes slid over to Lucius Fox.
“It’s an honor to meet you, sir. I’ve heard much about your genius in… research and development.”
By that, Danny meant that he knew Lucius Fox helped develop Batman’s tech.
He did a lot of stalking that week. It felt rather… invasive, even if he did get a bunch of juicy secrets.
You know what they say: dead men tell no tales… but halfas are generally blabbermouths.
“Is that so? It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Fenton.” The man quickly glanced between the youngsters, accurately predicting that this might have something to do with Bruce’s active nightlife.
“Yes, it is such a pleasure to meet you.”
Wow, Danny didn’t think he’d ever heard anyone sound both so perky and dead inside at the same time, except for Susan at Gotham High’s bake sale.
Bruce wishes he could be a Susan. He’s at best a Becky.
“Will you be staying, Mr. Fox? You’re the head of the R&D department, correct?”
“Ah, yes-”
“Oh, Lucius! I think you had an appointment with the finance department right now! I heard Sally talk about it, you know!”
Lucius Fox sent an unreadable look at Bruce before rallying.
“Oh, it must have slipped my mind. My apologies, Mr. Fenton, it seems as though I can not skip this appointment.”
“That’s alright. I suppose it gives you… plausible deniability… should things go wrong, haha!” Danny allowed his smile to widen a little further than natural. Bruce tensed but Lucius Fox simply politely smiled and left the room.
Ignorance is bliss and all that, Danny amusedly thought.
As the door shut with a click, Bruce dropped the vacant Brucie smile and sighed.
“What do you want,” he gritted out. Danny wasn’t about to let that slide, not after he spent the better part of this month wrangling Bruce’s problem children.
“Ah, it must be because I’m from the Midwest, Brucie, but where I come from, we value these things called manners.”
You uneducated jerk, he doesn’t say.
Danny leaned back in his chair, loosening his smile into something relaxed and sharp.
“…” Oh, boy, Danny could just hear the other man’s blood pressure rising. “What is the purpose of your visit, Mr. Fenton?”
“Relax, Brucie,” Danny sing-songed in a non-relaxing way. “I’m just here to discuss a possible merger that I’m sure you’ll agree to, and give you a couple of updates on your… wayward bird.”
He heard Bruce take a slow, controlled breath. “Very well. Where. Would. You. Like. To. Start.”
Danny ignored the gritted out sentence. He passed a contract to Bruce, who took it like he was handling a live bomb.
“Here’s the proposal, Mr. Wayne. Please, look it over.”
He watched as Bruce looked over the contract with an eagle eye before lowering it, scrutinizing Danny.
“This is… very fair.”
Danny raised an eyebrow. Of course it was fair. Danny wasn’t interested in exploiting the Waynes, despite them being very able to afford it.
He’d brought fifty manufacturing sites for pharmaceuticals, and offered up a building where both companies could send their workers. He provided top notch security- that definitely didn’t have any talons on staff, what were they talking about?- that came from his own security division. Granted, most of them were reformed and trained goons, but hey, creating jobs can only help Gotham’s economy and help break the cycle of poverty, right? Guaranteed by the Wayne name and, most importantly, uncompromised medicine that was accessible to everyone would be a damn good start. He’d also have Penguin’s empire to distribute it to those who couldn’t make it to a clinic or a store, and there were plans in there to work with and establish contracts with Gotham’s welfare department. Well… once Danny finished replacing them with people who wouldn’t try to take a cut of the funds and actually cared about the people. He was thinking… the multitudes of poor grad students and parents that need income. He’s in the process of building childcare centers and…
It’s a good thing he managed to save money from the taxes (thank you, Gotham’s morally ambiguous tax experts that were in desperate need for clients! He could do it himself but having a team of accountants at the ready was seriously so helpful.) because ancients knows the government weren’t about to step into Gotham and help the people here. He needs so much money to pull all of this shit off and a lot of it has to be clean.
Danny inwardly sighed and marked another thing onto his to do list.
Make money laundering fronts.

“Of course, Mr. Wayne. You didn’t think I’d come in here demanding money, did you?”
“I considered it.”
“I am, in fact, trying to help Gotham. You might not agree with my methods, but I’d rather not damage Wayne Enterprises when it’s doing so much to help the people.”
Ugh, he was doing too much work. Danny just wanted to- hah- chill at home and read bed time stories to his kids.
Bruce Wayne, the specific blend between Brucie and Batman, regarded him silently. Danny felt like he went up a few notches in the respect ladder.
Nice.
“You’re a criminal.”
“Says the man in the bat-suit breaking into places and assaulting people.”
Bruce’s hands spasmed around the contract. Danny smiled at him, taking a sip of the coffee they’d prepared. Oo, nice!
“Ah, I heard you’re adopting- pardon, fostering- Tim Drake. Getting empty nest syndrome, Brucie?” He slipped back into using Bruce’s first name. The proposal was formal. This… was very much not.
“What about it?”
“That’s very kind of you. Speaking of which, well, of your birds, I was wondering if you remembered what I asked you to do.” Danny continued, not giving Bruce a chance to reply. “Didn’t I ask for you to keep your birds in line, Brucie?”
The CEO straightened even further, form filling out to be Batman’s imposing figure. “I did.”
“No, you didn’t. Do you know where your charge is, right now? No, not the formerly dead one,” Danny tilted his head, smile shrinking.
“Don’t you dare do anything to Tim. I swear, if you even lay a hand on a strand of his hair, I’ll-”
“Sit your Armani clad ass down, Bruce.” Danny snapped. “Your son’s in your office. I don’t harm children, and your assumptions are deeply insulting. Threaten me again, Bruce, and I’ll make sure you know exactly how much I know about your birds, your cousin, and the commissioner’s daughter.”
Bruce snarled but leashed his anger just enough to sit back down. He itched to go check on Tim, but leaving a threat like Phantom unwatched felt inherently wrong.
“Your other son,” Danny continued. “Is doing quite well. He’s learning that he has hobbies again. He’s actually working under me, you know.”
“He’s what.”
Oh, yeah, that tracks. It figured that Jason wouldn’t tell Bruce about anything. He’s still conflicted about his death. Danny got it.
“Ah, that’s precious information. You’ll have to offer something of equal value if you want to know. There is, on the other hand, a piece of information I’ll give you for free.”
Danny paused for the dramatic effect. It was lost on Bruce, the ultimate drama queen of this world.
“The League of Assassins are hanging around Hotham lately. It’s getting tedious, getting rid of them. I suggest talking to your old flame, you know, with words and what little communication skill you’ve got rattling around in your noggin to get them to pull back. Her interest is… unnaturally focused on Jason.”
Danny read the dark agreement swimming about Bruce’s face and inclined his head. “Should negotiations fail, rest assured that Jason will be protected.”
“…Thank you.”
“You are most welcome. Go ahead and discuss the contract with Mr. Fox, I am sure you’ll find little problems with it. Ah,” Danny stood up, fixing his suit jacket. “And you should probably check up on Timothy. He’s probably having a great time in your office, Mr. Wayne.”
“I’ll see you out.”
“Of course.”
Having Batman escorting him out should probably be more intimidating.
Danny stood in the elevator, waiting for Bruce’s contemplative silence to put itself into words.
Sure enough, “What… what kind of hobbies does Jason have now?”
“I’d tell you to ask him, but you two aren’t on speaking terms, are you? He likes books, of course, but recently, he’s found an interest in glass blowing. He made quite a bit of progress on his attempts at sun catchers.”
“I see.”
Well, Danny’s not about to step on that landmine any more than he has to.
——
“Danny.”
“Oh, hey, Jason. Sit down, we were about to have dinner.”
Jason clambered into the window. Danny sighed. He had a door, but by the way Jason never used it, it was like the door didn’t exist.
“Mind telling me why the old bastard showed up on my rooftops with a bunch of glass and glassblowing tools?”
Danny smiled. “No idea.”
“Uh huh.”
Danny placed a hand on his chest and put on his best woe-is-me expression. The teen’s face twitched in annoyance. “Doubt? At me? Why, I never!”
A bread roll thwacked him in the face.
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EROTIC EMPATHY (s.jy)
Have you ever taken anyone’s virginity before? Nope. Are you about to? Yep. or the one where jake has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out.
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WORDCOUNT― 12.7k
PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader
CONTENT― virgin guy who lives with his parents!jake, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that, facetime-sex, real life sex
SIDE CHARACTERS― jay as reader’s best friend and roommate, heeseung briefly as jake’s friend.
NOTE― if you've read this before it's because im the person who wrote it [ncteez] and im revamping it for jake, pls don't send me messages on either account about stealing a work that's already mine!
smut tags under cut::
smut tags―big huge dick jake, phone sex (ish), face time sex, masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again, no condom aka cream pie, jake gets feelings like immediately when u touch him
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“Check this shit out,” you laugh, presenting your phone to Jay with a chuckle. “yes or no?”
Jay snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man you’re showing to him.
“Depends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?” He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend.
You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, it’s not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything.
“I wouldn’t mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.” You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. “He’s cute too, so I’m gonna say yes.”
Jay groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you.
“You’d better warn me if you end up bringing him home, I’m not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.”
You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure you’re out of the apartment if I invite him over,” You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating app’s messages. “Maybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.”
“You’re so fucking weird.” Jay laughs but feels kind of shitty because it’s not like he hasn’t been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesn’t have the magic dick to make girls moan the same way you do.
Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesn’t. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.
Fucking quiet.
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You: i’ve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app before
Jake: ….i’m 21, it says that in my bio
You: I think you’re lying.
Jake: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol
You: why would i help you lie to other women
Jake: i’m not lying!!1
You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if he’s lying about his presumed virginity.
You: ok, twenty-one-year-old “jaeyun” who is five miles away from me, you’re actually a virgin? Like for real?
Jake: yea….are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after
Jake: maybe it's the playlists idk
You: send me the playlist
Jake: [spotify link to a playlist titled “NUT”]
You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you.
You: surely it’s not your playlist…….
You: anyway
You: you’re really just looking to get laid for the first time, like, ever? and you’re offering to cook dinner too?
Jake: yea
You: you’ve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you can’t seriously think I can believe you’ve never been laid, it’s not like you’re ugly or anything
Jake: u don’t think im ugly? :)
Jake: and yea I’ve had a blowjob before
You: why didn’t you sleep with her then?
Jake: can we stop talking about why im a virgin
You: sure but you know im gonna bring it up again, right?
You’re smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, you’re curious as to why he’s a virgin, even more, curious as to why he’s on a dating app looking to lose said virginity.
You: do you want my number? it’s embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.
Jake, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didn’t even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, it’s juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? It’s just how he is, with or without having had sex. He can’t imagine not feeling giddy inside when he’s talking to someone that he thinks is pretty.
Jake: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number]
You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile.
You: [screen shot// contact name: grandpa jake]
Grandpa Jake: :|
Grandpa Jake: im 21
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Okay so, here’s the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, he’s wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts he’s sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesn’t have women waiting in line to have at him.
You: it’s been like four days since we started talking
Grandpa Jake: yep, almost five
You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where you’re begging to have sex for the first time ever?
Grandpa Jake: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didn’t wanna assume lol
You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, it’s totally ok that you are but like, you’re a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something
Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, you’d still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.
Grandpa Jake: i do NOT have a micropenis
You: prove it
Grandpa Jake: right now???
You laugh to yourself but also like, it’s the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly.
You: answer my question first
It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but you’re doing coursework anyway so it’s not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not.
Grandpa Jake: um… i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be here
Grandpa Jake: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!
He’s getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least.
You: they won’t let you have anyone over?
Grandpa Jake: well, that too but
Grandpa Jake: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did
You: damn, you’re unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?
Grandpa Jake: her boyfriend walked in
You: WHAT
You’re trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind.
Grandpa Jake: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend
You: phew
Grandpa Jake: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not?
The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know he’s not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes.
You: yeah, sure.
You: about the micropenis though,
Grandpa Jake: right…um
A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first dick pic from Jake. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.
You: i mean if you can’t prove it that's ok
Grandpa Jake: just give me a sec damn
He’s doing his best to get the most attractive angle. It’s not like he’s never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but like– this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic?
Of course, as he’s taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He can’t imagine you’d want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that he’s working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos he’s taken and deleted. It’s at the point that now it’s actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.
He’s entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time he’s texting you. Someone who wants to see what he’s packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and he’s quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down.
Grandpa Jake: [image attachment]
In all fairness, you’ve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Jake though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.
You: oh, you were jerking off, got it.
Grandpa Jake: sorry can’t help it
Then he doesn’t text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe you’d be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because you’re about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books.
You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely don’t have a micropenis
You’re still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. He’s probably desperate to feel good and watches porn like 24/7. You can imagine how he’d act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.
Shrugging, knowing full well what he’s doing right now that’s causing him to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. You’re a little bit nervous, mostly because you’ve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when he’s getting off. You’re shocked that he actually answers.
“Hello?” He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. It’s not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, it’s probably Heeseung or some shit.
“Don’t hello me,” You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. “You’re just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?”
The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that it’s you on the other line sends his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as you do via text.
God, this alone is enough for him right now.
“Were you at least thinking of me?”
He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, that’s exactly what he’s doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides.
“Were you looking at my pictures?”
He nods his head, forgetting that you’re not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. It’s a bit difficult for him to talk right now, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos he’s been jerking off to. It’s a bit overwhelming, actually.
“Do you want better ones?” You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more.
“Oh god, really?” He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. “Like, nudes?”
“Mhm, yeah. If you want.” You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. “Or, you know what would be better?”
“Letting me come over and actually do it?” That’s what he wants to say to you, but he doesn’t, he simply raises a brow and bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement.
“What?” He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, he’s a bit shy about it.
“I can facetime you.”
He panics. That means you’ll be watching him too, right? Sure he’s sent nudes, he’s received nudes. He’s sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch.
“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” You backtrack at his silence, but you’re cut off almost immediately.
“No! no, we can facetime–”
Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if it’ll work this way or not. It’s not like he’s expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks you’re gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. You’re kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.
You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then you’re needing to catch your breath at the image of him.
Oh fuck.
There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you don’t mind at first. Looking at him, the lighting clearly shows that he’s a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isn’t holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. It’s an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and it’s insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what he’s doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.
“Let me see,” you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. “Prop your phone up somewhere like I did.”
He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.
“Feeling shy?” You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. “You act like I’m not going to be touching you at some point soon.”
You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at.
“You look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,” You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. “Would you want to do that for me, Jake?”
“Oh god,” He groans, hearing his name come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it. “This is going to be so embarrassing.” He admits now, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly as he watches between your spread legs.
In a way, he wonders if you can see how desperate he is. There’s no way you can’t, right? Like, you can see how badly he wants you, right?
“Embarrassing, why?” You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. “Can you not see that I’m just as turned on right now?”
He groans again with deep breaths, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it.
“Well,” He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit you’re about to say. “You don’t even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.”
You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like he’s doing for you.
“Better?”
Jake watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day.
“Can you–” He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.
“Can I do what? Go on,” You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. “What do you want me to do for you, baby?”
Baby. You called him baby. Not that he’s into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe it’s because he wants you to take him for all he’s worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when you’re watching him get off.
“Can you spread your pussy for me?” He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan.
His eyes are boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy. Just like him.
His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him.
“Is this what you want?” You start, making damn sure he can see every part of your glistening cunt. “You want to fuck this?” You chuckle now, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.
“Oh,” he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves he’s most definitely never fucked a woman before. “Fuck.”
You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. You’re aware he doesn’t see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself.
“You gonna act like this when I’m riding you?” You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard he’s fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isn’t enough at this point.
“God. You’re gonna ride me?” He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it, mouth falling open at the mere thought of it.
“Mhm,” you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. “Would you want that?”
Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. You’ve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.
You’re not even upset that he didn’t make it into the knitty gritty, considering he’s a virgin and all and you’re literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. You’re actually flattered.
His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting he’s even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful.
“S-shit, sorry,” He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but he’s embarrassed now. “I uh, didn’t mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.”
“It’s okay,” You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all you’re gonna get tonight. “It was cute.”
After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.
“Are you, um, done?” Jake says, disappointed.
“Mm, no.” You smile. “But it’s okay, I’d rather make you come first anyway.”
His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off.
“You still wanna see me after this?”
You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.
“When are you free?” You ask, wondering if he’s ever going to clean himself up.
“Whenever you are.” He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand.
“I’ll text you later then,” You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. “After I take care of my little problem though.”
You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Grandpa Jake: what about 3pm on thurs?
You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pm….on a thursday???
Grandpa Jake: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours
You: or you could just come here?
Grandpa Jake: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol
You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if you’re weird
Jake contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and it’s not like he’s an actual creep or anything. You’d be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway.
You: what about tomorrow, 8pm?
Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, he’d show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but he’s got a car.
Grandpa Jake: send ur address, ill be there :)
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
“Tomorrow, you’ll be a man.” Heeseung croaks through the speaker at Jake, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke.
“Why do you have to say it that way?” Jake groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. “I didn’t think anyone was actually gonna come through, she’s the first one.”
“What makes you think she’s actually gonna send you her address?” Heeseung laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. “She’s probably not even a real person, you’re gonna end up at some old guy’s house.”
Jake laughs, or snorts really.
“Oh, she’s real.”
Heeseung sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest.
“Hm? Have you already met her?”
“Kind of. We like, um,” Jake pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. “We facetimed a few hours ago.”
Silence.
“She got naked.”
“Oh ho ho!” Heeseung encourages him. “So you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?”
“That’s what I said–wait,” Jake smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Heeseung just said. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re kind of a loser, we’ve been over this.” Heeseung laughs yet again. “Call me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.”
Then he hangs up.
Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?
You: yeah kinda
You’re laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Jay.
“That him texting?” Jay quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him.
You laugh again at Jake’s string of defensive texts before responding with a short “it’s okay, i like losers”, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that he’s gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night.
“So,” You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Jay. “You’re gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.”
“Jesus, I’m scared for him.”
“You should be scared for me. Because, well…” You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Jake sent before the facetime call. “He’s huge and–”
“I did not need to know that.” Jay sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet.
“You act like you don’t ask every time I fuck someone.” You roll your eyes at him, smiling. “Weirdo.”
Jay stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone.
“How big?” He laughs, not actually trying to see the dude’s dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend.
“Stop prying, you’ll get jealous.”
He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms.
“I’ll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.”
“I’m sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.”
He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch.
“Keep it in your room, please. I don’t want to sit on any cum when I get home.”
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
It’s Thursday. It’s approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and you’re well aware that Jake is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by.
So many “are you sures,” so many “you can tell me to leave if you decide you don’t want tos,” and even more “i can’t wait to see yous.”
“Jay, aren’t you supposed to be leaving?” You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.
You’ve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Jake is doing the same, and smile.
“Hm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.”
You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.
“I swear to god if you scare him off, I’m kicking you out.”
Jay laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that you’ve really tried to look good today.
“I think you might kill him, if I’m being honest.” Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you.
“Thanks, that’s the plan.”
And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around seven thirty.
Grandpa Jake: i’m a little early, is that ok?
“Oh shit, he’s here.” You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so it’s easily overlooked by Jay.
He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet.
“Let him in then, I’ll leave when he gets here.”
You give him a knowing look before nodding.
You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.
Within minutes, there’s a very gentle knock on the door and Jay is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately it’s a bit more awkward than he expected it to be.
Not only did Jake think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment.
“Oh, I think I got the wrong place, sorry–”
“Nope, you’re in the right place.” Jay smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. “You can come in.”
Jake does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Jay and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside.
“She got all cleaned up for you.” Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Jake still hasn’t really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable.
“Don’t mind him, that’s my roommate.” You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. He’s kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen.
“Have you and him ever like…” Jake immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird.
“Jay?! Oh, god no.” You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. “You’re allowed to look up by the way. You’ve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.”
Immediately Jake moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but you’re locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.
When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, he’s happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him.
Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like you’re his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, yes, but you can admit now that he’s in front of you that it’s a bit intimidating.
He’s not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Jake is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex.
Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, it’s not. Because you’re seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say there’s an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times he’s made you laugh in the short period of time you’ve known him along with how many times he’s willingly embarrassed himself
And now for the first time, he’s right there and all you want to do is…give him exactly what he wants.
“Okay, listen,” You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that you’re not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, he’d probably prefer it that way. “If I move too fast, just tell me to stop.”
Jake tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that you’re absolutely everything he thought you would be and more.
“I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue,” He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. “I struggled not to get hard just driving over.” He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks.
You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Jake and in the short amount of time you’ve known him, you’re kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.
“Oh yeah?” You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. You’re pretending that his apparent inexperience isn’t getting to you, but you’re not really fooling anyone. “Let’s get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.”
Jake laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe he’s drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, it’s dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.
He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. He’s seen what’s between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you.
Now he’s here, and you’re right there.
It’s hard not to crowd up, it’s hard not to cling to you, it’s hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing it– of course he’s staring. Of course he’s crowding closer, almost to the point that he’s up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.
You turn after grabbing him the bottle and are shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows he’s not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing too. You’re glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until he’s against the counter and kissing you back.
He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. He’s excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him.
For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that he’s probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly.
His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now.
If you’re going to sleep with him though, he’s gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Jay’s sake.
“Hey,” you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isn’t having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. “We should go to my room, your first time isn’t about to be in my kitchen.”
“Why not?” He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. “I don’t care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.”
Still, his lips don’t leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, he’s immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.
You barely get the door closed before he’s pressing you against the wall, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone.
You’re kind of in love with the fact that he doesn’t seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else he’ll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine he’d be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.
Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and you’re instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera.
“You’re really going to let me?” He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him.
At this moment, you’re all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.
“To think I wouldn’t want to do this is insane,” You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. “Look how wet I am.” You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. “Do you wanna try eating me out?”
He doesn’t even nod. He’s immediately on his knees against your bed and gripping your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you.
It looks like he’s been wanting to do this to someone all his life, with his needy body proving it time and time again. Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before you’re able to process words again.
“Can’t believe how good you look down there,” You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. “Have you ever done this before?”
He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. You can feel his nervous yet eager breath against you, making your eyelashes flutter at even that slight sensation.
“Go on then.” You sigh out, trying to prepare for what he can manage with that pretty mouth of his.
You watch him and the way he doesn’t seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, he’s adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because he’s in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts.
He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy spread out like this on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal, to the point he genuinely doesn’t know what he’s doing. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here.
He’s quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place.
It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that it’s almost impossible for your legs not to shake in a reaction at what he’s doing to you.
Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go.
“Fuck, knew you’d be good at this,” You compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. “Keep licking there, and use your fingers too.”
He hums without stopping, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen.
You can feel his fingers make their way into you shortly after, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. You’re tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own in response, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you.
“Just like that,” You encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you.
It almost seems like he’s asking if he’s doing well, and goddamn is he. He’s doing amazing.
“So good,” You say shortly, trying to give him the praise he needs while scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper.
He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenches— he’s swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesn’t think he ever wants this to end.
All day. He could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldn’t they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. He’s in love, he’s in love.
He doesn’t stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach orgasm so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, you’re not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clit— his moan sending a vibration straight through you.
“Faster, with your fingers—“ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say.
There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm you’re not even sure he knows you’re having right now.
Insane, really, that he needed to taste the messy relief before resuming.
Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone.
You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt.
He doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his cock in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.
“Did you…?” He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.
You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs.
“I did,” You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. You’re reeling from the recent orgasm and want nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. “And now, I'm gonna do the same for you.”
He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.
“Unless, you don’t want that?” You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.
“N-No! It’s not that!” He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. “It’s just that– like, what if I don’t last very long? I’m kind of sensitive.”
His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Jake.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” You lean forward, kissing him again. “You just gave me some of the best head in my life.”
The light in his eyes returns and instantly he’s flashing a nervous smile at you.
“Jake, I’ve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.” You reassure him again, making a point to use his name loud and clear. “If you don’t get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.”
Well, he can’t have that now, can he?
He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing you’ve seen him jerk off before. It’s the fact that like, what if it’s suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you don’t like?
Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. You’re the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure.
You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth when you pull back slightly. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base.
He thinks he’s going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You don’t even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until you’re taking him in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes.
It’s not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, he’s fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, even through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? You’ll be damned not to choke on it. You’d rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop.
He’s actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of his cock and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didn’t even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. You’re down there, slipping your mouth up and down on him like that, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it.
He’s in love.
He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears he’s ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and god– your other hand, massaging his balls.
“Wait, wait wait–” Jake groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look.
“Were my teeth hurting you?” You ask, gasping a bit for air.
“No!” He heaves out with fluttering lashes, trying to regain sanity. “I was just getting really close.”
“Hm?” You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until he’s releasing into your mouth.
You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again.
His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and he’s honestly in heaven once again.
“Ah–wait–fuck.” He tries to protest, not wanting to finish so quickly, but there it goes. There he goes.
Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His eyes roll back and his fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until he’s dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through it– how?
“How–” he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. “How did you do that?”
You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face.
“I don’t normally do that for guys.” You say with a rasp in your voice. “I certainly don’t just swallow for anyone.”
He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if you’re done though, because by now you’ve both gotten off and usually that’s the end goal, right?
But he hasn’t lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows you’re not done with him.
“We need to let you rest until you can get hard again,” You say, kissing him more easily than before and letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. “What’s something you wanna do to get you back into the game?”
He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that you’re his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and that’s a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view.
You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well.
“I– I don’t even know at this point.” He admits with a stammer, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.
“I’ll just love on you while you think, then.”
He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against the muscles and soft skin there.
He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said you’d love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about what’s going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.
He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.
“Already?”
He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs.
“I want to, um…” He shifts his eyes away from you. “Can I eat you out again?”
That’s new. Twice in one session?
“Oh yeah? Did that get you going?”
You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up.
You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up in front of him. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?
“Whenever you’re ready.” You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this.
You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing he’s going to do it again.
His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time.
“It’s really the prettiest.” He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. “And I've watched a lot of porn.”
You’d tell him to shut up, but you’re not gonna because it’s cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, he’s treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now.
“Yeah? You just gonna stare at it?” You try to urge him, and it works.
Because of course it works.
You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you don’t want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, he’s just as eager now as he was the first time…if not more.
He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him just to feel his tongue chase. He eventually holds you in place against him, big hands holding you firmly against his face with a bit of force. And now? He’s licking you deeper than you’ve ever been licked before. It’s a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now.
You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that it’s becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that he’s doing this to get himself hard again is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense.
After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you cum this way and it’s dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle.
He hums out a rumbled moan at the sound of your cunt squelching around his fingers. So wet. More wet than any of the girls in the porn he’s watched for years. You’re dripping around his fingers, and the smacking sound is so fucking arousing to him.
And yeah, he can’t reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and you’re floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you.
The sound of your pussy amplifies when it’s against his tongue, and honestly, he could cum right now if he really wanted to. Already he’s hard again, but god feeling you, hearing you, seeing you like this for him? For some guy who has never once been able to give a girl his all like this?
He’s so focused on you.
Which for you, is a bit of an issue because he’s really not going to let you hold it in, he’s going to have you fucking unravelling again and it’s too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself.
He’s hard again, and god knows how long he’s been doing that.
You pull your body away from him quickly to let your rising orgasm subside, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him.
“You were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?”
He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair.
“I like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make you–”
“You absolutely could have but I’m going to be honest,” You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. “If you’re ready, I’d like to live up to my promise.”
His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but you’re really–
“Really?” He asks, knowing full well the answer..
“Lay back, get comfortable,” You instruct with deep breaths, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. “You still want me to ride you, yeah?”
He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready he’s managed to get himself for this.
Not that you want to rush, but you’re so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His is cock likely bigger than any you’ve taken before, and to be fair, you don’t even care if you’re the desperate one at this point. You’ve almost forgotten he’s a virgin.
“Wait,” He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. “Oh, fuck, wait- no,” He breathes in a sharp breath and grips your hips. ”Do that again.”
You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until he’s leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard.
You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that you’re not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he can’t help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this.
You rub yourself against him until it’s even more unbearable than before. By now, you’ve completely soaked his length and he’s completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, his little rumbled grow-like moans only made this all the more arousing.
“Ready?” You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds.
He groans out a “please” before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quickly– he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now.
“Hold on, there’s a condom in the pocket of my jeans–”
“Okay, and?” You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”
He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit is fucking raw for the first time?
“Unless you’re lying, and you’re not really a virgin?”
He’s quick to silence your doubt. He’s 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm and– malfunction. He’s blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him.
“Please?” He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that he’s sure it’s hurting you.
You smile, humming at him when you lift from him, standing on your knees to grab his cock and position him in the right place.
“You sure you want it too?” You ask, only now realizing that you’re genuinely about to take a man’s virginity, and it’s only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, it’s not right to just do it without making him really think about it.
“Fuck, yes.” His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. “Just do it already.”
You can’t help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you don’t think you’ll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation.
He can’t get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He can’t help it when he moans, he doesn’t care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob.
By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like he’s the one who needs to adjust. Of course, you’re needing this moment to adjust too but god– just watching him makes you that much more wet and it’s insane how into him you are right now. As if you haven’t been since you started talking to him.
“Feels good?” You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you.
He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, he’s no longer a virgin now. It’s fucking happening, and you’re hot? So fucking hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good.
Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the new feeling.
You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again.
His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself back– seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling.
You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside.
“You’re really cute, you know that?” You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.
That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it.
You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.
You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as he’d like, and god. It’s hard. It’s deep, and it’s so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell he’s purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you.
He’s actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but that’s not the case at all. You actually can’t stop moaning, it’s just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound.
For a moment, you think you can actually hear him unintentionally growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already he’s lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and you’re so fucking impressed by it.
You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good he’s doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.
“I don’t know how the fuck you’re doing this to me,” You laugh out of pity for yourself, “I really thought I could last longer than this.”
He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. There’s one issue. He’s about two thrusts from cumming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you.
You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that he’d lose his arousal entirely.
You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but what’s happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, you’ll let yourself go too. He doesn’t seem to be picking up the hints.
“Are you close?” You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that it’s becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. “Let it go, do it with me–”
Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable.
“Oh, god. I’m–” You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.
He’s so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy pulse around him as he continues to empty himself into you.
It’s entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense.
Little does he know… it’s not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good.
By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity.
He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does.
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He’s not going home tonight. Of course he’s not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.
In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (He’s being dramatic.)
All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, he’d rather not do it as often as Heeseung does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake.
But like, you’re kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other woman and that’s a block he didn’t think would be an issue until it became one.
You made him cum twice. And he thinks you did too, unless you’re lying just to make him feel better. There’s no way you didn’t feel the intensity of that though. There’s no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.
There’s no way you would let him sleep over if you didn’t feel the same way he does right now.
And by the time you’re back, handing him a plate of food, he can’t help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.
The thing is, that’s one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think you’d be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird.
This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least.
“So,” You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a cum-soaked bed like this. “I guess you should change your bio in the app now.”
He looks at you, and then at his food.
“Yeah, I guess I should…”
“I’ll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what you’re doing with a woman and all.”
It’s silent for a minute.
“Is it too forward if I say that I’d rather just delete the app and keep calling you?”
Thank fuck Jake is forward and embarrassing with it. You’re not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, you’re not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet either. If he wants to attach himself for a while, you’re going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when he’s not being adorable he’s just being fucking hot.
Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if it’s with Jake.
You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because you’re not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes.
Strangely enough, he doesn’t even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowing– you think…oh no. Why are you looking at him like this?
“Hey, I should probably call Jay and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.”
Jake nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out.
“I should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.”
You snort at him with a laugh right as Jay answers the phone, and honestly, you’d rather listen to Jake’s friend than Jay whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents.
“Hey Jay, don’t come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.” You say quickly before hanging up.
Instantly you’re setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Jake and his phone.
“Put him on speaker.”
Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseung’s reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line.
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Soresu Negotiations
“Get help,” Palpatine said. “You’re no match for him. He’s a Sith Lord.”
Obi-Wan turned to look at the Chancellor. “...yes?” he said. “But he’s also something else – something I’m surprised you’ve forgotten.”
“What?” Palpatine asked.
“A politician,” Obi-Wan replied, turning back to Dooku.
Anakin groaned, then sat down.
“Here we go,” he said.
Palpatine blinked, looking from Anakin to Obi-Wan.
“...what do you mean, Anakin?” he asked.
“This happens sometimes,” Anakin replied. “How do you think he got his nickname?”
“Count,” Obi-Wan said, at about the same time. “It’s occurred to me that I never actually found out what the Confederacy wants.”
“Isn’t it a little late for this?” Dooku asked. “We have been at war for several years.”
“True,” Obi-Wan conceded, readily. “The war having started on Geonosis, because of tracing back your clone army which we… appear to have appropriated, mostly because you did it in our name. But that’s how the war started – not your objectives.”
Dooku was silent for a moment.
“I assume some semblance of a point will be emerging,” he said, eventually. “If you could be so kind as to provide it?”
“Wars begin for all sorts of reasons,” Obi-Wan replied. “But how they end… they end because a mutual settlement has been reached. And it’s occurred to me that I don’t know what you’d want out of a victory.”
He spread his hand, the one not holding the – unlit – saber. “It’s not the conquest of the Republic, I can tell that much. If the CIS annexed the Republic, what you’d have would still be the Republic, just under a different name… it’s not the Republic without the corruption that’s been causing it problems, because most of the corruption in the Republic was – was – the big industrial concerns like the Techno Union, Commerce Guild, Trade Federation. But you seem to have taken all of those off our hands, and they provide essentially your entire military so I don’t think anyone else could honestly believe that either.”
“I wouldn’t expect a Jedi to understand,” Dooku replied. “The Confederacy’s member systems have concerns relating to over-centralization.”
Obi-Wan stared at him for a long moment.
“...no they don’t,” he said.
“I hardly think you can have earned your reputation as a negotiator, Kenobi, if you are so willing to be insulting,” Dooku said, archly.
“That’s not what I mean,” Obi-Wan replied. “I mean… yes, now the Republic has an army, though really it’s actually the Jedi’s army and we’re simply letting them borrow it, but four years ago the Galactic Republic was proverbially incapable of doing anything. It took emergency powers for the Chancellor to get the Republic to authorize having any kind of military whatsoever – and the only one available was the one you ordered. That’s not over-centralization.”
He drummed his fingers on his ‘saber. “And I note that I overheard Nute Gunray insisting on the head of Senator Amidala – literally, in those words – as his price for signing a treaty. But I still haven’t heard an actual answer. What does the Galaxy look like if the Confederacy wins?”
Dooku frowned, and after about three seconds Obi-Wan glanced at the Chancellor.
“Didn’t you discuss this at any point, your excellency?” he asked. “Count Dooku doesn’t seem to have thought about this.”
Palpatine blinked.
“...he’s a Sith Lord,” he repeated. “Shouldn’t you be fighting him?”
“It’s called diplomacy, Chancellor,” Obi-Wan replied, before returning his attention to Dooku. “Grandmaster, are you seriously telling me that you never thought about what you would do if you won?”
Anakin checked his comlink, for the time, then the ship trembled slightly.
“Artoo?” he asked. “Can you tell those ships outside to stop shooting at us and give us a wide berth? This could take hours and I don’t want to find out if my name’s literal.”
“Hours?” Palpatine repeated.
“He’s rolling,” Anakin replied, rolling his eyes. “Like I say, I’m used to this.”
He rummaged in a pocket of his robes, taking out a miniature toolkit, and began disassembling his lightsaber. “I’m pretty sure I can retune these crystals to give two stable configurations which it’ll snap between, that should give me a length toggle instead of a single adjustable length…”
“Are you taking your lightsaber apart?” Palpatine hissed. “What if you need to fight?”
“It’s okay, Chancellor, I’ll get about five minutes’ warning if the negotiations are going downhill,” Anakin replied. “That should be time to put it back together again…”
Palpatine looked up to Obi-Wan, who – sure enough – was still going.
“...of course, a separate but related issue is what it’s going to be like afterwards,” Obi-Wan said. “In principle the Republic and the Jedi Order could probably accept the existence of Sith so long as we actually knew who they were and they weren’t trying to destroy us. It’s the fact that the first Sith we met in a thousand years tried to run Anakin over and cut Qui-Gon’s head off as an opening move that’s soured us towards them a bit… but are you really going to be content as someone whose whole job is to die for Sidious?”
Dooku stared at Obi-Wan, baffled, then glanced at Palpatine and Anakin.
“What do you mean?” he asked, forcing his gaze back to Obi-Wan.
“Sidious is your Master, we know that much,” Obi-Wan replied. “Partly because you told me yourself. But has he ever put himself in danger? Or has it all been you dealing with Jedi like myself and my apprentice? Putting yourself out there, in danger, while you do exactly what he says?”
He smiled slightly. “A Jedi would accept that, but you’re a Sith – you’ve said so yourself. Sith are self-interested. What do you think your new master is getting out of the situation? Because if you don’t know, it’s got to be something and it’s probably something he doesn’t want to tell you.”
“My master is quite willing to put himself in danger,” Dooku said, then clamped his lips shut at a frantic mouthed shut up from Palpatine.
“Real or feigned?” Obi-Wan asked. “Do you think he wouldn’t manipulate you? He’s been doing it to everyone else – you’ve said it.”
Dooku’s brow furrowed.
“But we’re getting off topic,” Obi-Wan said, turning to look at Palpatine. “Chancellor, what about this as a starting point? Your emergency powers were granted to resolve the crisis, and I’m sure you want to abandon them as soon as possible… so why not take away the whole reason why the individual systems in the Confederacy had problems with the Republic to begin with? Freely allow the departure of any system which wishes to do so, under the emergency powers legislation; enact a progressive tax, one which hits the Core worlds harder owing to their greater ability to pay, to sustain a carrier based navy able to hunt pirates more effectively than conduct occupations or orbital bombardment, and have the navy established on a sector-federal two-level model?”
Palpatine stared at Obi-Wan for at least ten seconds.
“...he’s a Sith Lord,” he said, yet again.
“Oh, shut up,” Dooku replied. “You’re a Sith Lord and I don’t see you doing anything constructive.”
Obi-Wan glanced at Palpatine.
“...you know,” he began. “I’m quite sure you’d need to note that on your financial disclosure forms, your Excellency.”
He turned sideways, so he could see both Dooku and Palpatine at the same time. “What was the point of this whole abduction, anyway?”
“As it happens, I was supposed to kill you,” Dooku said. “It’s the only way to turn Anakin to the Dark Side, if you’re out of the way.”
“Huh?” Anakin asked. “Is something up? I’ve almost got the crystals realigned.”
“This plan looked a lot better this morning,” Palpatine muttered.
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please do one where Thanos starts off as your unlikely ally in the games, protecting you from danger and helping you survive. Over time, his protectiveness becomes obsessive, and he begins eliminating anyone he sees as a threat to keeping you by his side even as you start to notice his unsettling behavior you can’t escape his grasp🙏
Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - yandere bf
Synopsis: In an attempt to escape from Thanos, you join a game promising money that will help you escape him. Unfortunately, he also seemed to have joined the game.
A/N: I may have combined this with two other requests bc they were all so similar so.. i hope thats okay !!
Warning: yandere thanos, choking
If you had told your younger self you’d be in a game of death with 45.6 billion won up for grabs, you wouldn’t believe it. And yet, it’s true. After the tragedy that was Red Light, Green Light where many people met a rather unfortunate fate, you realized it’d be in your best interest to find someone you can trust and form an alliance with them.
Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, Thanos, happened to also be a part of the games and had been watching you from a distance since he spotted you in the first game. You had originally wanted to get away from him because he was nothing but toxic though now it seems Thanos was one step ahead of you. That, or you just had terrible luck and Thanos decided to come here on his own accord.
You didn't have time to think about it though because he suddenly got up and left his little group behind to make his way straight to you. He didn't seem happy at all. Perhaps it was because the last conversation you two had was an argument that was left off on a bad note.
“Where have you been? Were you avoiding me? That makes me really fucking mad, you know,” he says as he grabs your wrist so you can't just walk away from him. Not like there was anywhere to go now. You were stuck with him here.
“I was just taking some time for myself,” you respond defensively. You really just wanted to get away from him which is why you were here in the first place. Your original plan was to win some money and then disappear so you'd never have to deal with Thanos and his crazy behavior again. It was suffocating to be near him.
“Time for yourself? Don't fucking lie to me,” he says as he brings you closer to him. Nothing about him was gentle. Not his touches, or his kisses, or anything. “Well, you've had your time. You're not leaving my side now,” he continues as he looks down at you with a glare. He wasn't leaving any room for you to defy him. In his eyes, you belonged to him. You were his property and that meant you couldn't go rogue and do what you want.
“You don't get a say in that,” you say as you lean back slightly to try to create some distance between the two of you. He lets out a bitter laugh before grabbing the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair, and forcing you closer. “Yes, I do. In case you forgot, you're stuck in a death game with me. Do you really think anyone else will help you? Nobody else here gives a fuck about you. The moment they get the chance, they'll let a bullet go through your head,” he says as he looks down at you with a slightly crazed look.
You'd like to make a counter point but he’s not exactly wrong. A lot of the people here didn't seem to be trustworthy. Not like Thanos was any better but he probably wouldn't purposely kill you if you didn't piss him off, right? As much as you didn't want to, you realized you didn't have much choice. Unless you want to make an enemy right after the first game, Thanos was your only hope of surviving the rest of the games.
“That's better. Just keep your pretty lips shut and let me do the talking,” Thanos spoke with a slight smirk. You didn't respond to that knowing that you'd likely make some sarcastic quip that would piss him off if you did. You didn't have a choice this time. You couldn't run away to another country. You had to give in just this once.
You'd soon come to regret that decision.
Somehow, Thanos had only gotten worse. He was always right next to you, no matter what. Either his hand would be over your shoulder or he'd have a tight grip on your waist. When it was lights out, he'd force you to sleep in the same bed as him. He'd kiss you all the time too but it was always rough with teeth clashing against each other and his tongue shoved down your throat.
You didn't notice it got worse until it was far too late.
The moment of realization was during the third game. The game was called ‘mingle’ and it was simple enough. A number would be called out and you'd have 30 seconds to form a group of that number before getting inside one of the fifty rooms.
Everyone stood on a circular platform in the center of the room and, per usual, Thanos had his arm over your shoulder, keeping you close to him as he spoke to his other stupid friend. The platform began to spin slowly as a childish song played. When the platform came to a sudden stop and a number was called out you formed a group and ran into a room.
It was all going fine as you planned strategic moves and managed to keep on surviving. At least, it was going well. Until the last round when the number 2 was called.
Thanos had immediately taken your wrist and dragged you towards a room, leaving behind his idiot friend without a second thought. However, the room was quickly stolen by two other players. You thought Thanos would just go to the next room over but that was not what happened.
Instead he pushed open the door and immediately grabbed one of the guys by their hair. He didn't think twice before he forced him out of the room. The other guy made an attempt to help but Thanos slammed him against the wall, his hand going around his throat as he choked him. The look in his eyes was far more scary than you remember. You could hardly process what was happening before the guy was punched in the face and pushed out of the room.
Thanos pulled you in just before the door closed and locked. The sound of gunshots rang out soon after as Thanos huffed in annoyance. He looked guilt free despite the fact he was very much responsible for the death of two people. Actually, now that you really thought about it, he had killed other people in the previous games too.
Fuck. You were beginning to regret your choice of becoming his ally. You'd have much rather found someone else who could protect you from him because he was clearly fucking crazy. Crazier than he used to be. You thought he was just a manipulative, toxic bastard. You didn't think he'd be truly capable of murder.
“Fucking dickheads,” Thanos mumbles under his breath with annoyance before glancing at your face. The corner of his lips quirked up when he noticed your expression and he wandered in front of you. “What? Something wrong?” He spoke though he already knew exactly what you were thinking.
“You killed those people,” you said as you looked up at him with a combination of fear and disbelief. He laughed in response before reaching a hand up and grabbing your face. “For you, baby. I fucking killed them for you,” he said as he looked down at you with a smirk. He found your expression such a turn-on really. The idea you were afraid of him meant you'd submit to him and that's all he wanted.
“You're fucking crazy.. crazier than I thought,” you spoke as you tried to step back and create some distance between the two of you. In response, he slammed you against the wall and got very close to you.
“You're only just realizing this? You don't realize when I snapped the ankle of that bastard who looked at you so he'd lose? You didn't realize when our ‘friend’ and I returned but he had a bleeding nose?” He spoke as he got into your face with a dangerous grin. Well, when he said it like that, it became abundantly clear he had been killing and hurting people left and right since day one and all for you. You just had been too caught up in his behavior towards you that you didn't notice how he acted with others.
“Mm. Fuck, I love that look on your face. You're so afraid. Good. Because you're going to learn that you're mine forever, yeah?” He spoke as he brought a hand to your throat and squeezed it tightly. He let out a laugh as he choked you like it was the funniest thing in the world before slamming his lips to yours in a rough kiss.
It was then you realized that, no matter how hard you tried to escape, you were his now - you always have been - and you will never taste freedom on your tongue again.
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