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I have to oc talk for a second but it's wild how I can't find a good theme song for one of my oldest ocs that I used to write for the most (even so far as to use him as my emotional venting guy for a spell). even I'm having trouble writing his biography outside of his monster form + major. what the hell happened. im so sorry friday
#gene ocs#gene rambles#tmwc#something needs to be done . ive remade the other three's profiles#and friday's has been sitting there for god knows how long
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i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.
BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.
Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.
Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.
But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.
Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.
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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.
It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.
If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)
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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.
They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.
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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.
One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.
Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.
And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.
She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.
She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?
And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.
(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)
The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.
Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#danyal al ghul#its kinda hard to get my thoughts in order bc i am â¨unmedicated⨠rn BUT#this is the gist of it#i could wax poetic about how much sam and tucker adore danny as their friend but alas. the wax is not waxing. it is stuck to the paper#and i am chipping it off with my nail and its getting stuck under it.#ocarina batman has been in my head since friday someone come sedate me. him and pit fighter batman too. who is ALSO a piss poor teenage#bruce wayne who instead of a vigilante and villains is a PIT FIGHTER. he fights blindfolded thats why he's called the bat#ocarina batman's Look is if you combined punk + assassins creed aesthetic together and then gave it an ocarina#the ocarina is because i thought it'd be cool if its how he and robin communicated across long distances bc they didnt have comms#because they are â¨poor⨠and live in a one room apartment in crime alley.#and also the mental image of him sitting on. rooftop ledge in the rain playing 'song of storms' from LoZ was too fantastic to ignore#like bro imagine hearing that as a criminal. you're off doing shady shit with your gang and in the distance you hear the faint and#haunting melody of an ocarina. two of them in a call and response duet. and its getting closer. and you cannot find where#siren type shit fr fr#look he has the assassins creed hood and a long ass coat that has spikes on the end that when flared out looks like the silhouette of a bat#on fucking GOD i am this đ close to finding an artist doing commissions to make this for me. i am frothing at the mouth#he is 17-19 years old with his little brother-son Robin. Logically Robin is Dick but in my heart of hearts the first Robin is Jason#and he has perfected the art of getting his older brother to play songs on the pan flute for him. long pitchy whine on his own ocarina#the familiar childlike 'pleeeaaaaaaase?' and he knows he's won when there is a 10s silence on the other end before his brother plays#a lullaby.#look up 'sailor moon - pan flute (relaxing) on youtube' and when there's the thumbnail of two green skinned aliens with long blue and pink#hair. click on it. THAT is the song Bruce plays.#hhhhhhhhhhh frothing at the mouth over this au sooo fucking badly
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..can we have leander nsfw headcanons? just imagine him like praising you n shi it gets me all hot and bothered đ
LEANDER NSFT HCS
minors + ageless blogs dni. thank u. | sub/bottom gn!reader. anything otherwise (post's second half) is noted :-)
hello. i'm back. goes dom to sub leander bc i think u wanted more dom.... I get it. i mean i know heâs got Major sub vibes but i make everyone a switch for max happiness.
voice hc where it's smooth but a little raspy if he's speaking quietly like when he's whispering in your ear btw
likes praising you, especially if he knows you enjoy it. he tries out different pet names and notes which ones get the biggest reaction. he casually uses them to surprise you, but i can also see him straight up asking. like, leander hovering above you, one arm by your head as the other trails down your side and he whispers different ones into your ear
"do you like baby? or angel? yeah? what about sweetheart?" etc etc
when youâre on top and leander tells you to only put in the tip, hands resting on your thighs and hooded eyes watching you expectantly. he praises you when you do what you ask. âthatâs it, just like that,â he says breathily. you whine his name back, but he just teases you, âmhm, doing so well for me.â
he waits for you to plead to take all of him before he pulls you lower himself. he gives you a few seconds to recover (really he just wanted to hear your moans properly) before bucking his hips up and finally moving
leander makes sure you donât hide your face and tells you to watch him while he lowers himself between your legs. he keeps eye contact while he languidly licks you, and teases you for how wet you are. will moan not just because you taste good but because he knows you can feel it. he murmurs about how good you taste, how good youâre being for him, before continuing
him using his teeth to take off his gloves.... man. he makes a point to do it again, making sure youâre watching his fingers as they travel from your jaw down to your chest, hips, waistband, between your legs. he presses his hand against you through the fabric and smiles when you try to grind against his hand for some kind of friction.
if he notices you trying to stifle your moans with your hand he pulls it above your head and interlocks fingers. you know how rowdy everyone gets downstairs, why donât you let yourself be a little louder?
leander thrusting into you as you lie on your back, and sweat rolling down his temple while his hair falls in front of his face. him moving in closer when you push his hair back for him, suddenly hitting a little deeper because he loved the added intimacy
the both of you being so needy, you're already undressing each other as you make your way to your room. if allowed, leander Will just push you up against the wall while making out with you.
^ fucks you against the wall . if you want to be picked up he Will pick you up, no questions asked. he'll try a lot of positions in a lot of places to be honest
seriously Loves To Talk. loves when you talk too
leander telling you to touch yourself while he watches (and strokes his own cock). him giving you a toy and telling you to pretend it's his cock, even though you both know it could never compare :(
he encourages you, as if it was him fucking you, âwanna cum? you wanna cum on my cock? cum for me."
leander making you tell him what you want. heâll sit there in between your legs and let his fingers tap against your hips, and he wonât move until you say something. To be fair, if youâre not used to it, heâll prompt you by giving you things to repeat back to him. âwhere do you want me to touch you?â âdo you want me inside of you? tell me.â
leander being possessive while he's fucking you, not slowing down while he asks, "you're mine, right? only mine."
him saying he's the only one who can fuck you, the only one who knows how to fuck you
ohhh but soft sex with leanderâŚhim embracing you, as close as possible⌠him talking about how much he loves you and how stunning you are⌠his lips against your jaw and planting kisses every so often before saying you feel so good, no oneâs ever made him feel as good as you do. his thrusts are slow but deep, and you can feel him smiling when you moan his name
cumming inside you. on you. in your mouth. anything is going to make him so so happy, he canât pick when you look the best to him
dom!reader | telling Him what to do. obedient, patient leander sitting and waiting for your every demand. (or him being Such a brat just to see what kinds of punishments you have in store)
dom!reader | having his hands tied behind his back while he goes down on you and all he wants to do is touch you. but even without his hands, leander knows you and your body and is always eager to please, especially when you use your free hand to pull his hair and push him even further.
dom!reader | not afraid to beg you for things. he groans when you tease him by only licking the tip. you ask him what he wants and he starts whimpering, "please, please, fuckââ and he has to stop from bucking into your mouth
dom!reader | devolves into a whimpering mess if you tease him for too long or overstimulate him, yet canât stop himself from begging for more and promising he can take it. heâs arching his back when you ask if you should stop, and he shakes his head before groaning and biting his lip.
leander telling you to use him . gets off to the fact that heâs the reason you feel so good
^ same reasoning behind him loving when you leave scratch marks on his back, or hickies across his chest. (he also likes it when you put your fingers in his mouth or spit in it)
dom!reader | You being possessive over Him. you ask if you're the only one he'll be bringing to this room from now on and he nods, eyes a little glazed over, breath shaky when he responds with "yes, yes, yesâ"
top!reader | leander getting you to lie down so he can slowly sit on top of you⌠he loves watching your face as he finally reaches the base and clenches around you
dom top!reader | fucking leander in front of a mirror and making him stare at and degrade himself. sorry. he likes it when you grip his face and whisper in his ear and tell him to watch as you fuck him. if you start to touch his cock he moans so obscenely loud
dom top!reader | ...fan of doggy style? you pushing him further into the mattress, forcing him to muffle his moans in the pillow. leander trying helplessly to fuck back against you
top!reader | leander stopping you when you try to pull out because he doesn't want to lose the sensation of you inside him yet ;(
magic w receiving leander... like if there is/was a way for you to touch him without touching him,, he'd be into it, yâknow what i mean? like him sitting on the other side of the room and having to keep it together because Somehow your hand is reaching to play with his cock or ass and he can barely process what the people at the bar are saying to him
up to try anything once if you bring it up btw. he hopes you aren't embarrassed about asking and always takes you seriously
Something about strip teases or just,, undressing. especially if youâre undressing each other⌠the anticipation that builds in his chest when you slowly take off his clothes, and he knows whatâs coming next
#touchstarved#touchstarved game#leander x reader#leander smut#x reader#nsft#this has been sitting in my drafts for god knows how long.#i think with one chance i could change his life.#absurd post for a friday afternoon. fucking friday . friday fuck. fuck leander friday . f
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hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and sheâs all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over againđđ
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/
thank you for your request! ⥠fem, 1k
"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter."Â
"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor.Â
Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare.Â
"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you."Â
You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind âthe second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal.Â
You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur.Â
"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase.Â
"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak.Â
"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to."Â
You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost."Â
"You're Peter?" you ask.Â
Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you offâ"Â
Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask.Â
"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."
"What do I usually look like?"Â
"Not so, you know. Daunted."Â
"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye.Â
"Oh, you think so?"Â
You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap.Â
"Let's get you to the car, baby."Â
"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up.Â
"Home."Â
"Together?"Â
"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy."Â
"Thank you," you say shyly.Â
You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again?Â
He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?"Â
"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly.Â
"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty."Â
"You're my boyfriend?"Â
"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting marriedâ"Â
"You want to get married? To me?"Â
Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowersâ"Â
"We did?"Â
He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it."Â
"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.
"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me."Â
"I love you," you say quietly.Â
Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession.Â
"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," âhe points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder bladesâ "let's go home now. Yeah?"Â
You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober.Â
Which reminds him.Â
"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat.Â
"What is it?" you ask.Â
Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.
"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!"Â
#tasm peter parker#tasm peter x reader#tasm peter parker imagine#tasm peter parker x you#tasm peter parker x reader#tasm x reader#peter parker x reader#tasm!spiderman x reader#tasm!peter x reader#tasm!peter imagine#tasm!peter parker#tasm!peter parker x reader#tasm! peter parker x reader#spiderman x reader#peter parker oneshot#peter parker blurb#peter parker imagine#peter parker x you#peter parker x y/n#spiderman x you#spiderman fanfiction
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đ pairing: kyle 'gaz' garrick x fem reader
đ tags: nsfw, ex-boyfriend!gaz, unprotected vaginal sex, lack of communication, jealousy, 'just the tip' trope, sex with feelings
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You hate wasting a Friday night on a first date, but you had genuinely high hopes for this one. You had made such an effort, too; pretty sparkly eyeshadow, strawberry-flavoured lipgloss, a new little black dress.
You look good. You feel good.Â
Itâs just a shame that the guy is a bit of a moron.Â
He talks about himself a lot over dinner. Like, so much. You sit and smile and pretend to listen, your gaze wandering, and wonder if heâs going to ask any questions about you. He does (eventually), but theyâre short and perfunctory and he seems to just take your answers and use them as a springboard into his next topic of discussion.
Itâs a little tedious, but hey. First dates usually are. You weather it, your polite smile turning a little stiff as you sip your wine. Truthfully, you have ulterior motives here.
Youâre not proud of it, but you donât think you can handle the dry spell youâre going through anymore. You crave touch, affection, some kind of connection. Youâre okay with being single, but god youâre so hungry for intimacy that itâs led to you agreeing to a date with a guy that you honestly wouldnât have normally been into just for the chance of getting some action.
Ben is a nice enough guy, and heâs certainly good looking; neatly groomed hair, straight white teeth, a nice physique. Heâs in good shape, though you canât help but subconsciously compare him toâÂ
No, you think sternly to yourself, Donât do that.
When he leans into you at the end of the date and asks in a low, sultry voice if you want to continue the night with him, you agree a little breathlessly. God, itâs been a long time since you were touched.
Your place is closer, and you canât help but feel a little illicit thrill as you lead Ben back. You never usually bring guys back to yours, especially not on the first date, but youâll be the first to admit that youâre needy tonight.Â
The weather is getting colder as winter creeps its icy fingers through the air, but youâre wrapped tight in your coat and kept nice and warm as Ben wraps an arm around your waist, kissing heatedly at your neck as you try to open your door.
You giggle, the wine from dinner making you all loose and happy and eager. You tilt your head to give him more of your throat, and he eagerly takes the opportunity to introduce teeth and tongue as he kisses the line of your neck. You fumble with the key, clumsy as your body heats up.
When you finally manage to turn the key and get the stupid door open, Ben grabs you by the hips and spins you around so that he can pull you into a proper kiss. The guy might have been a dull conversationalist, but youâre delighted to find that heâs a good kisser.
The two of you stumble through the door, your arms locked around his neck as he holds you by the waist. Itâs a little embarrassing how eager you are for a guy that you really arenât even all that into, but you guess thatâs just where desperation has gotten you.
âShit,â Ben hisses when you nip at his lip. âFuck, youâre so hot. Câmere, take this off.â
He starts tugging at your coat, and you pull back just enough to shrug it off, letting it drop to the floor. He lets out a throaty sound of appreciation, before grabbing at your waist again and leaning in to trail another set of hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.Â
You tilt your head back, thunking lightly against the wall, and your eyelids flutter at the nipping kisses along your sensitive skin.Â
âOh, godâŚâ You breathe, blinking your eyes open again.
But then⌠you pause. For the first time, you notice that the lights in your entryway are on. Why are they on? You hadnât turned them on when you came in, and you know that they werenât on when you had left.Â
Ben is still groping eagerly at your hips, one hand reaching around to squeeze at your ass, but now youâre distracted, on alert. Your eyes dart around, and fall on a pair of Adidas Superstars set neatly by the front door, and a big puffer coat thatâs been hung up on the hook in the hall.
Oh no. No fucking way.
As if to confirm the path your thoughts had just taken, your eyes catch on a figure in the doorway to the living room, leaning casually against the doorframe. Just watching.
A scream catches in your throat, and you grab Ben by the shoulders in an attempt to stop him. He doesnât seem to understand, because he just keeps squeezing at your ass, pulling your hips closer so that he can slot between your legs and grind against you.
The brief spark of arousal that shoots through you when he grinds his hard-on into the seam of your cunt through your underwear is significantly dampened by the awareness that someone is already in your home, watching you, and you already know who it is.
âHey, baby,â Kyle fucking Garrick says, lifting a mug patterned with little cartoon cats to his mouth. âHad a nice night out?â
âJesus Christââ You hiss, shoving at Benâs chest. This time, the push isnât needed, because Ben has rocketed up straight at the sound of another manâs voice in your house calling you âbabyâ.
âWhat theââ Ben starts to say, his brow furrowing into a bewildered frown when he catches sight of Gaz standing in the doorway watching you.
âKyle, what are you doing here?â You snap, mortified. You grab at the bottom of your short little dress, pulling roughly at it to try and make sure youâre not flashing anyone.
Gaz watches you, amusement shining in his dark eyes. Heâs not even trying to hide the way his gaze is drawn to your legs, lingering where your dress has ridden up your thighs. He sips his tea, a poor attempt at concealing his smirk.
âHome from deployment earlier than expected, love.â He says, calm and casual as if he hasnât just broken into your goddamn house to destroy any hope you had of getting railed that night. âNo time to find accommodation. You donât mind, eh?â
Benâs head is swinging between the two of you, his expression blank as he tries to work out just what exactly is happening. Heâs straightened up entirely, the presence of Gaz obviously putting him on edge. You canât blame him for his confusion; Gaz is currently looking at you like he wants to fucking eat you alive, and youâre beginning to get hot and flustered under his stare.
âAre youââ Ben starts, his head still on a swivel as though he canât decide who to address. âIâm sorry, who is this?â
Gaz doesnât even bother to reply at once. He sips at his tea, and tilts his head as he lets his eyes wander over Ben lazily. It doesnât seem like heâs all too impressed by what he sees, though heâs smirking as though heâs amused.
âSergeant Kyle Garrick.â He says at last, with a nod.
You huff. You know what heâs doing â he never introduces himself by his rank unless heâs trying to make a point.
Ben goes stiff. Heâs still pressed against you, and you can feel every ounce of tension down the line of your body. It seems like heâs just now clocking Gaz as a proper threat, and you take a breath as you realise that heâs about to split and leave you here.
And sure enoughâ
âIâ Listen, I donât know whatâs.. whatâs going on here, but I donât want any trouble.â Ben says, finally pushing himself away from you. Heâs holding his hands up by his shoulders as though heâs being held at gunpoint, and you roll your eyes impatiently at his dramatics.
âNo trouble, mate.â Gaz says, his voice still cheerfully amiable. âDoorâs behind you.â
âGazââ You hiss, incensed, but itâs pointless.Â
Ben is already scrambling to open the door, heedless of the way you grasp onto his coat in protest. You sigh heavily as he tumbles out into the cold night, and the door slams shut behind him so loud it makes your head hurt.
You stand alone in your entryway, shivering a little in your tiny black dress and heels from the icy breeze that was let in from Benâs escape. Your jaw is clenched tight, and you take a deep, deep breath as you turn to face your ex-boyfriend.
Gaz is still watching you, his deep brown eyes staring at you from beneath his long dark lashes. You try hard to ignore his expression, which is unmistakably hungry.
âYou look good, baby.â He says, staring pointedly at the way your breasts are all pushed up in your tight dress.Â
âDonât call me that.â You grumble, teaching down to unbuckle your delicate heels. You cast them aside and kick them over so theyâre laying beside Gazâs runners.
Gaz just snickers, turning to follow after you when you march your way to the kitchen. Irritation is burning hot in your veins, your lips pursed as you struggle to bite your tongue. Itâs so fucking typical that the exact night you try to have some cheap, meaningless sex with some stranger, Gaz has decided to land right into your home. Itâs like he has a fucking radar for when youâre about to get laid.
âYou could have gotten a hotel.â You snap over your shoulder as you make your way to the kettle. Itâs already hot, but you flick the switch again anyway.
âNah. Theyâre all booked out. Busy season, you know.â
God, heâs so full of shit. You both know he never even considered staying anywhere other than with you, just like the last few times.
Still, you persevere.
âYou could have stayed with one of the guys.â You say, turning around and folding your arms over your chest.
Gaz glances down, and you realise that youâve inadvertently pushed your breasts together and up. You hastily drop your arms again, and settle instead for planting your hands on your hips.
âCould have,â He admits, leaning against your kitchen table in a way thatâs infuriatingly casual. âBut they never offered.â
âNeither did Iâ!â
Gaz doesnât even seem to hear you. He just steps towards you, reaching to grab an empty mug from the cupboard above your head. The movement brings him so close to you, close enough that your next inhale is scented with his fresh-sweet cologne, the one you always loved, and you find your eyelids fluttering as your muscles relax without your permission. He smells so familiar, so comforting. You hate it.
âGo get changed,â He murmurs, keeping his voice low like he knows the moment is delicate. âWeâll watch a movie.â
Youâd love to get fired up, to shove him or curse at him, but itâs all you can do to find the strength to step away from him instead of melting into him. Youâre pretty sure he deserves an ass-kicking for this stunt of this, but you decide to pick your battles. Or at least, to postpone them.
You waver another moment, debating over whether you should try to get the last say, but Gaz has already turned away to continue making the cup of tea that you had started. Recognising that the moment has passed, you huff a sigh and march out of the kitchen, making your way to your bedroom.
It takes quite a bit of wiggling to get out your dress â it might look good, but thereâs an inordinate sense of relief when you finally tug it over your head and feel as though you can breathe unimpeded again. You unclip your bra and toss it aside, rolling your shoulders and sighing as your breasts are freed.Â
Once you're dressed again in a worn-out massive t-shirt that drowns your body and some loose sweatpants, looking decidedly unsexy, you pad to your bathroom and start washing your makeup off. Now that youâre alone, that disappointment and frustration is settling in properly. Ben might have been boring, but if his kissing was anything to judge by, you might actually have had a perfectly enjoyable night with him.
Bare-faced and dressed for lounging in bed, you trudge back downstairs to your ex-boyfriend. Itâs far from the way you wanted to end your night, but youâve resigned yourself to your fate. You can hear the muffled sounds from the television as you make your way downstairs, and you redirect yourself towards your small sitting room.
Gaz is sat sprawled on the couch, his legs spread wide as he makes himself comfortable in your home. Something twists in your stomach at how comfy he looks, as though he belongs there. He looks around when you walk in, though your footsteps are quiet and muffled by your fluffy socks.
You look far from sexy right now in your ugly old loungewear and bare face, but Gaz brightens up at the sight of you.
âThere she is.â He crows, though thereâs something soft in his gaze that you can hardly face. âCâmon, love. Want to pick what weâre watching?â
You just look at him tiredly. Heâs as handsome as ever; the prettiest boy youâve ever seen. He must have come straight here once heâd gotten back from deployment because his eyes are dark and exhausted and stubble is a little more overgrown than usual. You hate that heâs able to come into your space like this so easily â like heâs never left.
âGazââ You start to say, but youâre cut off when he reaches for your hand.
He tugs you towards him, and you put a knee hastily up on the couch to prevent yourself from falling flat into his lap.
âShhh, câmon. Just sit with me.â He murmurs, looking up at you with those damn pretty eyes.
You waver, but then you turn your head to the side and catch sight of the second cup of tea sitting on the coffee table. Gaz has made it just how you like it, and in your favourite mug too. You crumble almost instantly.Â
âStick to your side of the couch.â You grumble, before dropping yourself down heavily onto the sofa next to him.
Gaz hums, and you can already tell that he has no intention of following that order. His arm is already sprawled over the back of the couch; itâs not touching you, but you have no doubt that heâll try to before the end of the night.
He sticks on some stupid movie on Netflix. You donât pay attention. Itâs a rom-com, which is typical. He always pretends he chooses the sappy romantic films for your benefit, but youâre not fooled. You see the way he watches them with avid interest, the way his toes curl in his socks when the big love confession scene comes on screen. Itâs always been something that youâre impossibly fond of.
The two of you are silent for a while, but itâs not uncomfortable. Part of you wishes that it was awkward â it would be easier, you think. But he makes it so simple, sitting with him like this as the cheesy film plays in the background. Youâre still a little tipsy from the drinks youâd had at dinner, and you melt into the couch beside him a little quicker than you think you would have otherwise.
âYou ruined my night, you know.â You say at last, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.
To your surprise, heâs already looking at you. You glance away hastily again, not wanting to make eye contact.
âNah,â He says, and you feel his arm dip down a little. Heâs cupping your shoulders now, and you should probably move away, but you donât. âIf anything, I saved you from having a long, disappointing night with some tosser you agreed to pity-date. He didnât exactly look like your type, darling.â
âHe was a perfectly nice guy.â You bite out, crossing your arms defensively over your belly in your big t-shirt.
âNice guys donât end the first date by groping your ass and humping you up against your wall in your own house.â He says, and if youâre not mistaken youâd say he sounds a little bitter.
You cast a sideways glance at him. Heâs sitting up, watching you closely and leaning just slightly towards you. Heâs so intense about the way heâs looking at you, his arm dipping low so that heâs holding you properly.
âStop it.â You say. It hardly even sounds like a proper protest. Youâre so tired, still a little floaty from the wine youâd had at dinner, and desperately disappointed by the lack of sexual satisfaction you had been hoping for.
Thereâs a pause, and then Gaz gives a small shrug. He pulls his arm back to give you space, but he still has that stupid smirk on his face. You canât even be angry about the cockiness of his expression when his eyes are that soft though.
âSorry, sweetheart.â He murmurs. âIâm not being fair, am I?â
âNo,â You say petulantly. âYouâre not.â
He huffs a noise thatâs almost a laugh, only he manages to stifle it so that it comes out as a cough instead.Â
âMm. Iâm sorry. Didnât mean to ruin your big date night, especially when you got done up so pretty for it,â He murmurs, his voice low and sweet as honey trickling down your spine. âLet me make up for it. Come on, get over here.â
You hesitate, but Gaz isnât really giving you an option. He begins to shift, one of his strong muscled arms looping around your waist as he pulls you into him. It takes you a long moment to realise what it is that heâs trying to do. He lays back on the couch and pulls you with him, encouraging you to pull your legs up onto the sofa so that the two of you are laying on your sides, with Gaz spooned up against your back.Â
Itâs definitely a bad idea to cuddle with him on the couch like this. Youâre trying to set boundaries, to make it clear that youâre just friends (if you can even call it that) after your breakup. And yet⌠you donât offer any sort of protest at all.
âRelax,â Gaz sighs from behind you, and you feel his nose nuzzle against the back of your neck. âYou love cuddling.â
You roll your eyes, turning your head slightly so he can see the unimpressed expression on your face.Â
âThis isnât enough to make up for being such a dick.â You grumble. Despite your griping, you donât actually make any attempt to get out of his arms.
He was right, after all. You do love cuddling. It was your favourite thing to do when you were together.Â
But youâre not together anymore, and itâs hard to ignore the gnawing guilt that youâre letting this grow into something that should be avoided instead of nipping it in the bud. You and Gaz had broken up months ago, and it was a perfectly amicable split. You canât even say that he was at fault for any of it; the strain of the long distance part of your relationship while he was on deployment just grew too much for you, the space his absence left filling with brambled loneliness that pricked incessantly at you. You had known what you were getting into with this relationship with him, and yet when it came down to it you got too greedy, wanting more of him than he was able to give.Â
Tonight was a moment of weakness for you, and though your hopes for sex may have been thwarted, you canât turn down the soft familiar intimacy of Gazâs strong body cradling you close against him.
Maybe itâs the wine you had at dinner, but you find your muscles relaxing a little as one of Gazâs arms loops around your waist, his big hand coming to rest across your belly.
âMm. Iâm being selfish, love.â He murmurs, and you fight a shiver as his warm breath ghosts over the delicate shell of your ear. âThis is more for me than for you.â
Youâre not altogether sure thatâs true. Itâs certainly doing an awful lot for you right now. Gaz is in just a t-shirt, the muscles of his biceps bunching up under his bare skin as he tries to subtly nudge you closer to him.Â
Youâve missed being all wrapped up in the warm embrace of him; he cuddles with his whole body, the front of his thighs all pressed against the back of yours, his strong chest moulding to your back as his face nuzzles against the back of your neck. You always feel so safe when he holds you like this, like heâs blocking out the rest of the world for you. You can only guess he feels the same â he holds you that much tighter every time he gets back home from his missions.
You grumble quietly, but soon settle down. The repetitive stroking motion of his thumb over your hip is more soothing than it should be. You take deep breaths, trying to be subtle about it, because all you can smell is Gaz and his citrusy sweet aftershave and you just want to drown in it.
âYou canât keep doing this.â You mumble, though all the fight has gone out of you. âItâs not⌠helpful.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, and then Gaz shifts behind you. His arm tightens around your waist almost imperceptibly, as though he thinks youâre going to push him away. But youâre being selfish now too, comfortably wrapped up against his chest.
âWe said weâd stay friends,â He says at last, and heâs so close that you can feel his lips move against the back of your neck as he speaks. âNothinâ wrong with some platonic cuddling. You should see how close me anâ Soap have had to cuddle to conserve heat when weâre out on the field.â
You huff a small laugh, which is obviously what he had been hoping for. Platonic cuddling. This certainly doesnât feel platonic, but you canât bring yourself to push him away. Youâve been craving this kind of closeness for months now, so you just let yourself reluctantly enjoy it. It would have been so much easier if you were able to enjoy it with Ben, with someone who meant nothing to you and wouldnât have brought with him such a complicated web of feelings and history, but thereâs a real sense of comfort in the familiarity of Gazâs presence.
The film Gaz had chosen to stick on is a stupid one. Itâs half action, half love story, with a strong rugged hero and a too-beautiful love-interest whose main role seems to be throwing out quips for comedic relief. Youâve seen a hundred versions of this plot play out in other films, though Gaz is predictably glued to the screen. Heâs always loved these stupid films.
Youâre comfortable enough that you fall into a light doze, uninterested in the television as you relish the heat from Gazâs chest. Heâs like a fucking human radiator, so hot that you can feel a thin dew of sweat begin to break out along your spine. It chases away the chill of the night and makes you so sleepy.
Youâre almost asleep when movement from behind you jolts you back to wakefulness. For a moment, you wonder if youâve imagined it. Then Gaz moves again, and this time itâs unmistakable.
Gaz is hard, the thick ridge of him impossible to miss as he presses against your ass. Youâre awake instantly, the slight tipsiness from dinner vanishing into thin air. Youâre on high alert, eyes darting back to the television to see what the fuck has aroused him, but thereâs nothing of note happening onscreen. Itâs just a conversation between characters, exposition setting up the next stage of the plot.
âGaz,â You say, and your voice comes out louder than you had intended. âStop humping my ass.â
Youâre half-expecting him to deny it, but he just huffs a quiet snort, his nose nuzzling against the back of your neck.
âSorry, love.â He says, though he doesnât sound sorry in the least. âCanât help it. Missed you loads.â
You can feel his cock even through the layers of your clothing, and you swallow hard. God, youâve missed it. Youâve missed him, though it doesnât seem like the right time to admit it. How are you ever supposed to get over each other if he keeps coming to stay with you every time he gets back from wherever in Godâs name heâs been, when he holds you so sweetly and talks to you like youâre still his girl?
His hips rock into you in a movement thatâs almost imperceptible, except youâre waiting for it. His hands are gripping your waist, his fingers curling into the soft flesh there. Heâs always enjoyed the way your body yields to him, so much softer than the hard planes of muscle that make up his own, and itâs no surprise that he goes straight back to holding onto his favourite parts of you even as he ruts against your ass.
âJesus, Gazââ You start to complain, but your voice is a little too breathy to be convincingly angry.
âStop that,â He murmurs, his lips pressing against the side of your neck. âYou never call me that.â
That is true â after the breakup, calling him Kyle just seemed too intimate. Itâs a name that usually falls from your lips with care, in soft whispers made for dark rooms and quiet moments. His callsign offers distance, reminds you both that what you had is in the past. Or that it should be in the past, at least.
âKyle,â You concede tiredly. âYou dickhead.â
He just hums. He knows you well enough to know that youâre not really angry; youâre not even attempting to move away from him, though you know you should. The film is mostly forgotten in the background, though youâre vaguely aware that the two characters onscreen have now progressed to confessing their love before the big final battle. You just sigh; this little romantic film moment is only going to encourage Gaz even more.
Yet still, you donât move.
The way heâs grinding his thick cock against the swell of your ass is making your blood run hot. The pressure every time his hips roll lightly against you and the way that he uses his grip on your hips to pull you back against him is making your brain all stupid and fuzzy. Itâs the only reason you can think of to explain the way you shift, the way you allow your bum to brush back against him. It earns you a soft little grunt thatâs mostly muffled by the way heâs mouthing at your throat.
Oh, it would be so easy to slip the sweatpants that separates the two of you down, to allow him to slide into you. A little woozily, you think it would feel like he was coming home.
But to actually have sex feels like too much of a commitment, too confusing a step to take when things between you two were already muddled and confused enough. Youâre almost afraid to even turn around to glance over your shoulder at him, as though making eye contact might mean youâll both wake up and stop.
Gazâs cock has gotten even harder, filling out thickly as he slots against the clothed groove of your ass. Heâs not even touching your pussy, and yet your knickers are slick and sticky. Itâs embarrassing at your age to be laying on the couch, watching a movie and getting dry-humped like a fucking teenager, and yet your skin feels as though itâs been lit aflame.
Then rustling fabric breaks the silence, and Gaz shifts a little behind you in an odd motion as the insistent pressure on your ass is finally relieved. In its absence, youâre almost disappointed.Â
You tilt your head, just barely turning it, just enough to see that heâs just pulled out his cock.
âKyleââ
âSorry, baby,â He says again, panting against the side of your neck and making you shiver. ââ âm just too hard, getting uncomfortable. Ignore it.â
Ignore it? You think, a little hysterically. The gentle rocking of his erection into your ass was one thing, but how the fuck are you supposed to ignore the fact that your ex is all pressed up against you, still holding you by the waist with one hand as the other fists at his cock.
You glance behind you and down before you can help yourself, your self-control as lacking as ever. Fuck. Youâve missed the sight of that. He has the prettiest cock youâve ever seen, even if right now itâs flushed dark and angry and painful looking. Your mouth waters. He was obviously telling the truth when he said it was getting sore, and you feel a reluctant swell of sympathy.
âBeen thinking of you for months, baby.â He murmurs, placing a wet, messy kiss on your throat. âI canât even fucking cum properly when youâre not around, itâs not the fucking same. God, even missed the way you smellââ
As if to punctuate that, he presses his nose in your hair and inhales deeply. You know you smell like the sweet perfume you had sprayed earlier, your favourite one. You know from experience that itâs also Gazâs favourite one. You tell yourself itâs a coincidence.
âWhy didnât you fuck someone else then? Get it out of your system?â You say, and it comes out a little harsh, a little raw. It reveals more than you want to; you feel a little ill at the thought of Gaz with some faceless girl, holding her and making her laugh, her hands touching him like you do.
If Gaz picks up on the bite in your voice, heâs kind enough to ignore it. He just huffs a quick snort like the suggestion is ridiculous, his sloppy mouthing at your neck turning into a chaste affectionate kiss that feels totally at odds with the desperate motions of his hand pumping at his cock.
âWhy would I do that when I had a girl waiting for me at home?â He asks, his voice so soft with you. âNever wanted anyone else.â
Your toes curl, guilt coiling in your stomach. You hate that you feel pleased that heâs waited for you, that he doesnât want anyone else. Youâre not being fair â it had been you who had broken it off, after all. He should be able to get with whoever he wants to. Conceivably, he is allowed to. Yet you canât pretend that you wouldnât have been sick to your stomach if he admitted that he had.Â
God, you feel like such a hypocrite. Here you are, admittedly all too happy that Gaz has stayed faithful to a relationship that isnât even intact anymore, and there he is, having just witnessed you come home with a strangerâs hands all over you.
âWeâre not together anymore.â You whisper, when what you want to say is Iâm sorry.
âI know.â Gaz replies, and it sounds like For now.
Itâs not a surprise when the hand on your waist slips around to your belly, and then lower again as it slips beneath the waistband of your bottoms. You try and fail to suppress the wet gasp thatâs pulled from your throat when his long fingers coast over the front of your knickers, finding your clothed clit with unerring accuracy.
âOh, lace, baby?â He says, his breath catching in his eagerness before realisation seems to set in. âOh. This was for your little date, eh?â
The guilt again, gnawing in your chest. You arch your back, simultaneously shying away and crowding your ass back up against him. Itâs mortifying, being caught with your fancy underwear beneath your baggy unflattering sweatpants by your ex-boyfriend and having him know without a shadow of a doubt that you intended them to be seen by someone else.
âI wasââ You start to say breathily, but Gaz doesnât let you finish.
âItâs alright, sweetheart,â He murmurs, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. âI know, I know. But he didnât deserve it, didnât deserve you. Jesus, he didnât even know what he fuckinâ had, ran like a cowardââ
âGazââ You try again. You canât help but feel as though you need to explain yourself, like the two of you should talk this through.
âYouâre so soft, Jesus Christ.â He mutters, the side of his hand rubbing at the squishy flesh of your thighs as he strokes at your clit. âWere you always this soft?â
It sounds as though heâs trying to remember, desperate and wanting. You swallow thickly, closing your eyes as that familiar pleasure licks up your spine. He knows you so well, knows every part of you and exactly how to touch you, and you can hardly believe you ever entertained letting anyone else put their hands on you.
âI got a new body oil.â You breathe, distracted by his touch. âItâsâ itâs vanilla scented.â
âYeah,â He groans, and you shiver helplessly when you feel his tongue on your neck, licking a hot stripe up to your earlobe. âI can smell it.â
His index and middle fingers are so firm on either side of your clit, rolling circles around it without actually touching you properly. You sigh, back arching, but before you can actually enjoy it his hands are pulling away.
âWaitââ You gasp, your body crying out in protest as Gaz stops, pulling his hand back out of your pants.
Gaz just grunts, kisses your neck once more, then tugs your sweatpants down. You lift your hips up immediately, thoughtlessly, and then kick your sweats and knickers off impatiently. Itâs a little embarrassing, especially when the cool air hits your slick, sticky thighs and you shiver.
âOh god, fuck,â He groans, his plush lips dragging along the sensitive skin at the back of your neck. âYouâve ruined yourself, baby.â
Itâs embarrassing to admit it, but itâs true. The dry spell youâve experienced since the breakup has been little more than a mild inconvenience for the most part, but now it feels like your body is charged like a live wire. It feels like youâve never been touched before, and you squirm backwards in an attempt to get any kind of friction again.
âKyleââ You start to complain, but you donât get to finish because then Gaz is slotting his cock in between your thighs.
He groans, taking a breath as he shuffles his hips closer. His pretty, glistening cock is wedged between the soft pudge of your thighs, the head of it nudging against the wet folds of your cunt every time he twitches.
âLet me put the tip in, baby.â He says, his voice gruff and wanting in your ear. âLiterally just the tip, thatâs it, huh? Itâs not like actual fucking, right?â
In this moment, you think youâd agree to anything to get his dick into you. You had been all kinds of wound up even before you had come home to find Gaz waiting for you, but itâs like your body had some kind of Pavlovian response to Gazâs touch because now youâre practically panting for him.
Heâs right, after all. Itâs not really fucking. It means that you can maintain the flimsy thin pretence that this means nothing.
âOkay.â You manage to say, though it comes out humiliatingly breathy. âYeah, okay, the tipââ
Gazâs cock is pressing into you before you can even finish your sentence, bullying into the wet grasping tightness of your cunt and making you gasp.Â
Youâve gone long enough without getting laid that thereâs a slight sting as he presses into you, but itâs overshadowed by the breathless relief. God, youâd forgotten how fucking good his dick felt inside you. He knows just how to use it too, and you wheeze slightly as he rocks an inch inside before pulling back again.
âOh, fuck, baby.â Gaz moans throatily, the vibration of it rumbling right down your spine. âJesus fuckinâ Christ, youâre so tight.â
âMph,â You manage to make a muffled sort of sound against the couch cushion your face is pressed against, your mouth hanging softly open as you pant for breath.
True to his word, Gaz just presses the first inch or so inside. You almost hold your breath, waiting for the rest to slide inside and split you open, but he doesnât. He just rocks back and forth, just missing hitting the spot inside that makes your nerves sing.
You wish, stupidly, fervently, that just this once Gaz would go back on his word. That heâd abandon his promise to just stick that first inch of his cock inside, that heâd slam home and stretch you wide and let his cock brush against the nerves just a little deeper inside you. But thatâs not Gazâs style; you know heâs not going to give you any more unless you beg for it.
Gaz rocks his hips in teeny tiny movements, just enough to have you squirming in frustration. Youâre so wet that you know he could slide deeper with ease if he only just tilted his hips right, but he remains doggedly steadfast in pumping just the barest inch into you, groaning with the effort itâs taking to stop himself plunging fully inside.
âOh god,â He breathes, sounding wrecked in your ear. âYou feel even better than I remember.â
You donât know how he can even say that when heâs barely even inside you, but no matter how much you wiggle and squirm, he just wonât slide any deeper.
âYouâre such an asshole.â You slur out against the fabric of the couch, your cheek squished against the cushions. Your chin is a little wet â are you drooling?
Infuriatingly, Gaz doesnât even argue.
âMm.â He grunts, kissing the curve of your neck. âWhatâd I do this time?â
The fact that he has the gall to ask only irritates you further. You let out a quiet, grumbling noise, but his hand grips at your hip and stops you from writhing.
âJust⌠just put the rest of it in.â You say, craning your neck to try and look at him.Â
Your eyes are wide and wet, pathetically teary. Youâve been craving intimacy like this for weeks now. Maybe longer, if youâre being honest with yourself. Itâs the kind of pleasure youâve only ever gotten from Gaz, and you wheeze as your body opens up under his touch. God, you donât know how you thought anyone would ever be able to fuck you like Gaz does.
âMm, you sure, baby?â He murmurs, nosing against the back of your skull. âThought we were just cuddling.â
âDonât be a dick.â You snap, your patience reaching the end of its tether.
He just laughs, a breathless sort of amused gasp, before snapping his hips forward in one sharp movement and seating his cock inside you. Though itâs what you had been demanding, the abruptness of it startles you and you yowl, your back arching.
âSh, sh, shh, sorry, love.â Gaz pants, before sighing in wordless contentment as his broad chest curves around your back, his strong arm looping around your belly. âOh, fuck. Missed this so much, you have no idea. I swear you were made for me, I couldnât fit as well inside anyone else.â
âJustâ just move.â You whine, a little plaintive. Itâs humiliating how desperate you are, but thereâs no turning back now. âPlease, Kyleââ
Gaz pitches into movement instantly, as though heâs got something to prove. Or maybe heâs just worried that youâre going to change your mind. His hips pull back then snap forward again, and again.Â
Heâs so strong, his rhythm steady enough to rock you wildly back and forth on the lumpy couch cushions. You clutch at the fabric beneath you, gasping as his arm pulls you back and keeps you pinned against his hot, hard chest.Â
âOh.â You breathe, tilting your head back with a pathetic little whimper as he fucks into you from behind, the two of you plastered together like sardines in the tiny can that is your sitting room couch.
This is just what you needed, you think a little wildly. God, youâve been craving physical touch like this for months, since the last time you had seen Gaz. Itâs galling to admit that any other man is a poor substitute, unable to fill the void that your ex-boyfriend has left in your life.
âKyle,â You whine, searching for something. You donât even know what youâre asking for, but Gaz is as patient with you as ever.
He just hums, leaning in over your shoulder and pressing hot, hungry kisses along your jawline where itâs exposed as you lean your head back. The arm thatâs been wrapped around your belly coasts lower, until his big lovely hand is pressed against your cunt. His fingers search for your clit and find it easily, confident and familiar enough with your body that he barely even has to try to make you feel good.Â
Gaz coos soothingly at you and rolls your clit between his fingers as his thrusts begin to come faster and harder; he builds up a steady rhythm, one that lets him sink as deep inside of you as possible and quickly renders you speechless. The living room is soon filled with wet slapping sounds from where Gaz is pounding into you from behind, the grunts and pants and moans that both of you make rapidly drowning out the stupid action sequence playing out on the television from the long forgotten film.
Unbelievably, you feel a sweet stirring in your lower belly already. Itâs with a sense of tired resignation that you acknowledge youâre going to come on Gazâs dick, despite your original intentions for the evening. Typical.Â
But heâs not going to last either, judging by the strained moans in your ear.
âShit,â He curses, and then his teeth sink into the side of your neck. You shudder, the feeling of him sucking a harsh hickey into your throat sending electric sparks racing through your nerves.
You think, judging from the desperate edge to Gazâs humping into you from behind, that Gaz has been yearning in your absence in the same way you have for him. Youâre biting on your lip hard in an effort to stifle the plaintive, wanting little moans that are threatening to spill over, but your attempts at quieting yourself are mostly unsuccessful. It makes you feel a little crazy, but Gaz doesnât seem to mind. If anything, the evidence that you want him too only seems to encourage him.Â
Your eyes are half-closed as you fuck your hips back on Gazâs cock, relishing the satisfied little cries heâs emitting into the back of your neck. You clutch clumsily at the strong arm he has wrapped around your belly, crying out yourself as the head of his cock hits that one spot inside you that makes you feel gooey inside. Your toes curl as your head tips back, your skull neatly cradled in the space between Gazâs head and the couch cushions as he peppers kisses along the side of your neck.
The wet slapping of your bodies colliding is obscene in the quiet of the room; the stupid film still playing does nothing to drown it out. Your body is as limp and relaxed as a doll, allowing him to fuck into you from behind in a frenzy. Right now, you canât even recall why you ever would have tried to deny yourself this pleasure in the first place.
His hips clap against your ass, those wet sounds getting even louder and more obscene than ever. Gaz is viscerally pleased with the way your ass bounces every time he fucks into you, because he moans and picks up the pace as if he just wants to watch your glutes jiggle every time his hips slap against you.Â
That familiar ball of tension starts tightening in your abdomen, your body winding up for a long-awaited and much needed release. Itâs so typical that this orgasm feels like itâs going to be a big one too, as though your body needed Gaz to be there to guide you through it in order to achieve proper satisfaction.
But then, in a move so infuriating you almost burst into tears, Gaz pulls out and leaves you high and dry.
âNo!â You blurt, and it comes out almost as a wail. âWhat are you doing?â
âSorry, baby.â Gaz says a little breathlessly. âNeed you to turn over. Want to see you.â
As soon as you realise that heâs not trying to stop and that heâs just trying to reposition you, youâre quick to roll over so that youâre facing him. It seems like thatâs exactly what he wanted, because he grins wide and reaches for your hips, eagerly pulling you closer.
âFuck, youâre so pretty.â He mumbles, his eyes like warm caramelised honey as they track over your face.Â
Youâre pretty sure heâs full of shit; youâre panting like youâve run a marathon, youâre sweaty, your hair is dishevelled, and youâre still wearing the ugly sweatshirt you had put on earlier. Yet, even still, Gazâs genuine little compliment has your heart flipping in your ribcage.
You canât help but think that you and Gaz are like feral little animals right now. You can barely keep your hands off each other; now that youâve rolled over to face him, his hands are roaming over your hips and ass like heâs trying to memorise the feel of you by touch alone.Â
Embarrassingly, youâre no better â you lunge forward to kiss him, taking advantage of your new position, and he kisses you back hungrily.
Lying sideways on the couch like this is cramped, but Gaz uses his hand on your ass to tug you closer. Then he reaches down, long fingers gripping at your thigh before he pulls it up so that your leg is hitched over his hip.
Oh no, You barely have time to think it before his cock is pressing into you again, the slide made easy this time. Too intimate!
The panicked thought is swiftly dispelled the moment Gaz starts moving again, because goddamn this position is so much better. Itâs almost difficult to tell where Gaz ends and you begin, so intertwined are your bodies. Gaz barely even allows for an inch of space. He fucks into you almost as soon as heâs pulled back, making for a fast, frantic pace that barely even gives you a chance to breathe.
You squeal, but your noises are half-moans as you rock your hips mindlessly into his rough, almost animalistic thrusts. Your leg hitched over his hip means that heâs grinding into you deep, deeper than you thought was possible.Â
The way the two of you are fucking feels a little bit unhinged, rutting and humping your bodies together in search of mutual pleasure. It should be clumsy and graceless, yet somehow it feels good, as though your body remembers exactly how good Gaz has always treated you, as though your whole being is having a Pavlovian response to his touch. Pleasure burns in your gut, tight and hot, and you moan stupidly as Gaz pounds into you.
âOh god.â You say without meaning to. The sound of your voice shocks you; you sound wrecked, as though youâve been fucking for hours. It would have been embarrassing to reveal just how affected you were if Gaz wasnât also clearly just as eager for it.
âYeah,â He says, a hybrid of a groan and a gasp muffled against your lips as he clutches at your ass and drives into you wildly. âFuck, Iâm gonna come.â
You are too, you realise wildly. Youâre struck by how quickly youâve both gotten to this point. This whole encounter has been frenzied and feverish, as though the poorly stifled desire between you had turned explosive.Â
Gaz kisses you again, and his teeth clack against yours slightly as he licks into your mouth. Itâs messy and wet, and it sends a delicious throb of pleasure shooting through your belly. Heâs acting so possessive that itâs making your head spin. It should definitely be sending warning bells ringing in your head, or red alarms flashing in your minds eye â it canât be a good thing that your ex-boyfriend is currently fucking you on your couch like heâs trying to claim you. But youâre apparently a little stupid and very weak, and Gaz has always known how to fuck you dopey and thoughtless. Instead of worry, you get the edges of an orgasm beginning to fizz in your peripheral awareness.
Your pussy must flutter or tighten around him as that lovely sweet promise of release edges closer, because Gaz moans in anticipation and his eager thrusts take on an edge of purpose. You almost protest when he breaks off the kiss, but then you realise that he just wants to be able to focus on keeping his rhythm steady. Itâs frenzied and hot, and you swear the air itself is crackling as he kisses sloppily at your neck and fucks you hard.
âLove you,â He slurs in your ear, breathless. âLove you so much, baby.â
His thrusts turn more shallow and far more forceful the closer he gets. Little moans and whines escape his lips between kisses, the sounds ratcheting up in intensity as the two of you rut together.
âTell me you love me,â He pleads, âPleaseâ tell me you fuckinâ love me, baby. I know you do. I know youââ
You shouldnât say it. You canât say it. Yet his cock is fucking you sloppy and stupid, and your mouth moves before you even register that youâre speaking.
âLove you too,â You whimper like a pathetic little idiot, revelling in the exquisite feeling of him grinding against your g-spot just right. It feels so good, you know youâre so, so close to orgasm.
The ache in your abdomen persistsâ you clench tightly around his cock, your body straining as the muscles in your core clench, trying so hard to push yourself closer to the orgasm you know is coming. Youâre so close, so so closeâ it burns, aches, drives you mad. All you can do is mewl, wrapping your arms around his muscled shoulders as he pounds into you despite the awkward angle.
You can feel your clit throbbing, pulsing, your entire body trying so goddamn hard to climax that you feel like youâre about to cry. Youâre burning beneath your skin and all you want to do is gnash your teeth into the elegant line of Gazâs throat, to leave some kind of indelible mark on his lovely smooth skin.
âPlease, please, pleaseâ yes, fuckâ oh, Kyle,â Your words come out on the breath of an uneven gasp, stuttering with each movement of his hips, perfectly synchronized.Â
His voice is low and hot in your ear as he pants, âLet me come inside you, babyâ let me, pleaseâ fuck.â Â
You should say no. Every logical part of you knows that you should tell him to pull out, and yet the wires are crossed when it comes to your actual response. Your leg tightens around his waist, heart seizing in protest at the idea of him pulling out.
âYes.â You gasp, continuing your streak of impulsive decision-making. Your own hips twitch forward in weak little humps in an effort to fuck yourself onto his cock, your clit grinding against the dark curls at his pubic bone. âYes, inside, pleaseââ
Your breathy, eager permission seems to give him a burst of energy. He picks up the pace, his body curving into you as his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace. It feels as though your entire world has been narrowed down to Gaz, his broad shoulders blocking out your view of the rest of the room. You cling to him, breathless and messy as you whimper like a loser, your body trembling from the toe-curling zings of pleasure that keep shooting up your spine.
âOh, oh.. Kyle, pleaseââ You practically sob, your fingernails digging harshly into his shoulders. âLove you, love you, oh my god, Iâm gonna comeââ
Gaz grunts, obviously eager as his movements grow thoughtful and determined. He knows exactly what you want, what you need at this moment. His abdominal muscles tense and flex with every calculated, deliberate thrust. There is no way to escape the length of him moving hard and thick inside you â not that you want to escape so much as a second of it, of course.
âThatâs my girl, always so fucking perfect.â He snarls as your body eagerly takes every dirty roll of his hips, palming at your thigh where itâs hitched over his hip. âFuckinâ Christ, Iâve been dreaming of your cunt for fucking months, never wanted anything elseââ
It makes no sense. Absolutely no sense, that those bizarre, lust-crazed possessive words are what drag you trembling, screaming over the crest of an orgasm so intense the walls of the room white out, each sweeping pulse leaving you unable to do anything but clench and shudder and arch beneath him.
Gaz fucks you like a damn machine; he gives you long, deep strokes over and over as youâre falling apart. Your body seizes around the hot flesh of Gazâs cock, your mind going white as your cunt spasms, your hole clamping down and pulsing with every desperate, loud moan torn from your mouth.Â
You feel like a sloppy little slut, your hips jerking towards him instead of away even as your orgasm washes through you and leaves your body tender and oversensitive. It feels so damn good to feel your mind washing blank and clear, not a single thought taking hold.Â
When the toe-curling height of pleasure subsides, you find your nerves frayed and hyper-sensitive. A plaintive whine breaks out of your throat as Gaz keeps fucking you, beginning to thrust up frantically into your twitching pussy. Your body falls limp as Gaz bounces your pliable, warm body up and down his cock as he groans into your ear.
Itâs like the rhythmic tightening of your drooling, creaming cunt has him losing his mind, because he grabs the meat of your hips and begins jerking your limp body back towards him. The slap slap slap! of the impact is so loud that every slap makes your breath catch.
âFuck. I'mââ Your hands slap clumsily at his shoulders, reaching for anything to hold on to, but he doesnât stop. "Kyle. Kyleâ" Itâs just your voice, hoarse, breathless, and Gaz bearing down on you, the sound of your bodies somehow growing sloppier, messier as he fucks you and itâs uncompromising, just skirting the edge of painfully overwhelmingâ
He breaks, shoulders trembling, head bowed into the curve of your neck as he lets out a long, desperate moan. Itâs a drawn out, rough groan that is more sob than pleasure, and then you feel him inside you, spilling red hot and wet. Your own orgasm still isnât fully finished, rolling leisurely through you in little aftershocks, your body still tightening and shivering, and it goes on and on and on.
He holds on to you throughout, as if heâs worried heâll blow away into the wind without anchoring himself to you. His hips slow, but donât fully stop. He rolls his hips into you slowly, leisurely, as though he has all the time in the world as he shivers in his come down. You blink, waiting for the colour to bleed back into your vision and for the ringing in your ears to stop, and for the first time all night youâre not thinking about anything at all.
âPlease, Kyle.â You slur out stupidly. You have no idea what youâre even asking for; thereâs just some vague, barely formed desperation floating around your painfully blank mind as you search for something.
âMm.â Gaz hums. It feels like heâs everywhere, his broad chest filling up your sight and enveloping you. His hands roam over your body: the backs of your thighs, squeezing as his hands drift over your ass, up and down your back, your neck, his fingers catching around the thin strands of hair and the back of your neck, until finally he settles his fingers on your cheeks.
His palms stay there, just cupping your cheeks as the two of you struggle to regulate your breathing and regain your composure. That antsy sense of desperation eases a little when he leans in to nuzzle fondly at your face, dropping sweet little kisses along your cheeks and nose.
Gazâs chest rumbles with a low, lovely laugh, his voice gravelly from his climax. âYouâre overflowing, sweetheart.â
You let out a careless little sigh, before relaxing experimentally. You can feel a gush of warm seed begin to ooze out around Gazâs cock, spilling out of your entrance and coating his balls. You wriggle lazily, cunt still pulsing as your wildly beating heart gradually slows to a lazy flutter.
You think you should probably be panicking now. Youâve just fucked your ex, told him you loved him, then let him come inside. With no condom. God, youâre stupid. But the wave of horror youâre expecting never comes. You feel too floaty to care; you suspect if it was anyone other than Gaz, the mortification would have knocked into you like a sledgehammer.Â
âYouâre gonna get cum on the couch.â You complain, the words coming out clumsy on your tongue.
Gaz just snorts. He makes no effort to pull out, and you have no desire to push him away. The intimacy of your sweat-slick skin pressed together is enough to take your breath away, and itâs only further compounded by the sensation of his cock gradually softening inside you.
âIâll get it cleaned, love.â He drawls lazily, leaning in to kiss your swollen lips. âOr pay for a new one. Whichever you want.â
When you kiss him back he sighs fondly, one thumb stroking over your cheekbone. Youâre still limp in his arms, boneless and spent as you wriggle greedily into his arms. His cock is still lodged inside you, and youâre sure he must be getting uncomfortably sensitive but to your relief he just moans in quiet appreciation when you try to worm your way closer.
âYou made a mess.â You mumble against his lips.Â
Youâre being a little unfair, considering your own slick is coating your thighs and Gazâs lower belly, but Gaz has always rolled with even the most unreasonable attitude youâve thrown his way. So he just chuckles, and you feel a little insane as you wonder if anyone else would ever be as patient with you.
âThink we both did, doll.â He murmurs fondly. He leans in and catches your lips with his again, kissing you slowly with a lazy, lewdly open mouth. One hand curls against the nape of your neck, the other hand reaching up beneath your sweater and curling possessively against your left tit, sweeping over your sluggish, sated heartbeat.
You feel practically brainless after your orgasm, relaxed and loose in Gazâs arms. Thereâs something to be said for how safe you feel with him, as much as youâd like to deny it, but reality is starting to slowly sink in.
You pull away from his mouth to try and collect yourself, unable to think when heâs kissing you like that.Â
âFuck.â You breathe, closing your eyes with a sigh. Itâs slow, but youâre finally starting to think again. âWe shouldnâtâ we should have used a condom.â
Gazâs eyes are lidded with fond amusement as he watches you quietly. His hand kneads at your breast absent-mindedly, as though heâs forgotten that heâs groping at you.Â
âDonât overthink it,â He murmurs, kissing your forehead again. âI saw your box of pills in the bathroom. And Iâm clean. Havenât been with anyone but you.â
You tremble a little at his admission, your fingers digging into his shoulders. You feel like youâre losing your mind. Gaz is the most beautiful man youâve ever met, funny and sweet and always so caring. You love him, even if it kills you a little to admit it, and you donât know how to respond to his admission that heâs been faithful to you during the long months you werenât together.
Gaz misinterprets whatever expression is on your face, thumb stroking soothingly over your cheek again. âWe can get you a morning-after pill, if itâll make you feel better.â
You donât bother correcting him. Youâre not that fussed over the morning-after pill â youâre careful when it comes to your birth control, and Gaz had always cum inside you when you were together. The weight of his cock inside you is comforting almost, the wet slide of his cum dripping out of you makes you feel as though youâd never been apart in the first place. You wonder how you could ever have been thick enough to think that someone else could fill Gazâs place in your life.
As if he knows what youâre thinking, Gazâs lips twitch. âThat pillock you brought home wouldâve been such a disappointment, darling.â
You canât stop your eyes from rolling, exasperated.Â
âYou donât know that.â You grumble, though you donât pull away. Youâre still all curled up against his chest, skin still slick and sticky from rapidly cooling sweat, your leg still slung over Gazâs hip to keep his now-soft cock nestled inside you.
âSure I do.â He says, and that cocky arrogance that both drives you mad and makes you swoon is rearing its head. He reaches down, and his thick fingers roll over your much-too-sensitive clit. âShe missed me, gorgeous. Donât think she would have liked some strange tosser pounding away at her with no idea how to please her.â
The way he talks about your pussy as though it has its own thoughts and feelings has you rolling your eyes again, though your cheeks burn with embarrassment. To your immense irritation, you think he might have a point. You havenât come that hard in months, not since the breakup.
âOh, shut up.â You sigh tiredly.
He snickers, and then shifts. It takes you a moment to realise that heâs pulling his hips back preparing to pull out. Your brain stalls, and you wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders in protest. Youâre not ready to feel the invasive, aching emptiness that will no doubt throb through your core as soon as heâs not filling you up.Â
âStay.â You say, and it comes out as an embarrassingly breathy little plea.
Gaz goes practically limp, as though your hoarse request had taken the wind right out of him. Youâre not expecting the way he brings both arms around your waist before rolling over onto his back, hauling you up to lay over his chest. His cock remains firmly lodged inside you, though the movement has resulted in his white creamy spend leaking out onto your inner thighs.
âNot going nowhere.â He mumbles, one hand stroking over your flank to soothe you. âIâm on leave for at least a month.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â Gaz hums. He must sense that this is a delicate moment, because he doesnât make any ribald jokes about having all month to fuck you like youâre expecting him to. He just presses a tender kiss to your temple, his lips lingering gently.
Usually, youâd probably be a little embarrassed by how clingy youâre being. You had been so damn determined not to fall into bed with Gaz after the breakup, but youâre so, so weak. His stupid honey brown eyes and gorgeous dimples and crooked grin is enough to send you to your knees. You rest your forehead against his chest as he holds you close; at least like this, you canât see his stupid handsome face.
Heâs obviously pleased with the way youâre snuggling into him, because his chest rumbles as he hums in satisfaction. Heâs holding you tight like he thinks youâre going to slip away the moment he blinks.
âYou okay?â He asks quietly.
You donât answer immediately. Thereâs no way to brush this under the carpet, or to go back to pretending at detached disinterest. If you had wanted to play this off as just a bit of stress relief, then you should have rolled away from him the second heâd spilled inside of you rather than cuddling with him on the couch. Thereâs no way that you can claim that this was just a case of needing to get laid; youâre still clutching at him like a limpet, the two of you intertwined so tight that itâs difficult to tell when your limbs end and Gazâs begin.
âIâm tired.â You sigh eventually, sidestepping the conversation that you know youâll have to deal with eventually.
No doubt Gaz notices your not particularly subtle avoidance, but he doesnât comment. He seems quite happy to indulge your every whim; he probably wants to avoid the this-was-a-mistake-and-we-need-to-maintain-boundaries conversation even more than you do.
âLetâs get you to bed then,â He murmurs, and then he surprises you by sitting up. Youâre still laid out across his chest, which means that when he shimmies up into a sitting position, you end up sitting sprawled in his lap.
Youâre still speared a little awkwardly on his soft cock, the sensation of him inside you making your eyelids flutter a little. You feel satisfied, your muscles still watery and weak, and you sigh a little mournfully when Gaz finally pulls his cock out of you. You ache, a deep throb that both stokes and settles you. Itâs like a comfortable little reminder that Gaz was here, and that he left his mark on you.
You can feel the way he leans back just to get a glimpse of his spend trickling down the inside of your thigh. You pout and bury your face into his throat, your arms wrapped tight around his shoulders still as you try to hide your sudden self-consciousness.
But Gaz isnât interested in giving you a moment to hide. You feel the edge of his teeth ghost the shell of your ear before he speaks, just low enough to make you shiver.
âLet me take you out tomorrow, sweetheart.â He says, and beneath his usual cocky countenance you hear the edge of a plea. âIâll make up for ruining your date tonight. You can wear that little dress from earlier for me again.â
You feel exposed, stripped bare as you perch in Gazâs lap. His hand strokes evenly over your spine, waiting patiently for your response.
âI want a fancy dinner.â You mumble, your fingers curling around his shoulders. âAt a nice restaurant.â
You hear a shaky little exhale, and Gazâs arms tighten around your waist. It strikes you that heâs relieved, and you feel your heart tremble in response. The knowledge that he wants you still is enough to have your own lungs seizing in response; you canât quite bear to wonder if youâve been wasting time for these past few months that youâve been broken up.Â
âWhatever you want.â He says it like a prayer, tilting his head in search of your lips again.
The kiss is easy, the months that youâve been apart dissolving into nothing. Youâre a little too stubborn to give in entirely and beg for him back just yet though, but you doubt it matters. Youâve already admitted your weakness for him in the middle of shagging, and youâre not stupid enough to hope that heâs somehow forgotten it. Youâve been trying so hard to shove all those feelings down deep, but youâre not too surprised that theyâve all come bubbling out. Heâs got a month of leave. You have no doubt that heâs going to use that time to change your mind. You find that you donât mind the idea as much as you thought you might; you suspect that you can be swayed all too easily.
You peek up at him, only to come face to face with his sweet, hopeful deep brown eyes. Heâs not pushing, but you can see the weight of desire and yearning in every inch of his face. No doubt itâs mirrored on your own. You donât think you could ever look into his pretty face and deny him anything.
You hum, then whisper the only answer you could ever give.
âYeah. Okay. Itâs a date, then.â
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PARADIGM
m reader x yunjin // 19k words
Letâs get one thing straight: itâs incredibly difficult to get a good read on Huh Yunjin.Â
Goes without saying, sheâs the girl that everyone wants. Exuberant on a vibe thatâs very easy to fall into whenever she steps foot into the room; anyone within less than a three feet radius can notice it at first glance.Â
Youâre bumping shoulder to shoulder with friends around the table -Â having a good laugh over lunch while sheâs passing by with the slightest bit of eye contact with you and, fuck.Â
(Yeah, thatâs usually how all good stories start.)Â
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One big question that people would ask: how did all of this come to be in the first place with you and Yunjin?
You see, itâs kind of a long story.Â
(Technically, not really.)
Itâs your fourth year of college. Not counting the additional fifth year because of some loose ends coursewise; youâre near the finish line, nonetheless.Â
Kazuha has been your roommate and close friend since the second year. She met you by random chance during orientation the first year but didnât actually build a sense of closeness until you and her shared two classes together in between. Since she sat next to you in the lecture hall that first day of the new semester, sheâs tagged along with you in the dining hall, the library, in some club activities that you were the plus one in, a few scattered parties here or there, and occasionally times where youâre nursing Kazuha for having one too many drinks.Â
In some ways, sheâs the opposite of your ideal paradigm, or at least how you want things to be in the fast-paced style of college.Â
Itâs through Kazuha where you meet Sakura. The first impression of her in comparison to Kauzha is that Sakuraâs the kind of girl who knows exactly what she wants in her life. Sheâs foot to the floor, no bullshit type of deal. You donât really have any classes with her specifically since sheâs busy down in the fashion part of campus, but drops by to chill with you and Kazuha in between her long hours of sketching and crocheting. To Sakuraâs credit also, sheâs the one who roped in Kazuha on the party side of things, always coming over on Friday nights to pick her up and giving you some sort of codename through text to signify that Kazuha royally fucked herself over and needs a designated driver, or another word to let you know that sheâs getting her legs split open by some guy that they met at the club.Â
(Youâve dealt with it for so long since the first time, itâs basically kind of the norm when she brings over her boytoys while youâre also in the house. Some of the guys are nice, and one of them was actually one of your classmates - so, that was a bit weird for a short while.)
Moving forward,Â
Itâs lunch, probably on a Tuesday or Wednesday; your mind was already plagued with the bombardment of assignments and extracurriculars filling up your calendar. Kazuha and a few others in your circle are beating the dry autumn heat by taking refuge in the student center, occupying one of the conversation spots debating over something stupid. One of your friends tells you to dish your opinion and you tell them that youâre too checked out to even listen to the topic that theyâre discussing. Now that weâve got that sorted, can you guys let me put my head back down? You plead, earning a few laughs and a shoulder rub from Kazuha sitting next to you.Â
âHave you eaten yet?â Kazuha asks you, sitting up to grab your nearly empty water bottle. âGod, it even sounds unnatural for me to be worried for you.âÂ
âI had like-â you say, chugging down the bottle, letting the plastic crunch around your hand, â-a big breakfast, and Iâm just tired. Thank you for asking.âÂ
Kazuha gives you a light shove while you let out a small laugh, acting like the blowback was gonna have you fall off the table. She hates how much you fake things with her, but itâs not her fault how unbelievably gullible sheâs made herself to be. âThis is exactly why youâre not dating material.âÂ
Another one of your friends sitting chimes in, âThatâs a little rude coming from you, Kazuha.âÂ
âI didnât mean it like that!â she refutes, hands up to proclaim her innocence. âYou guys should be the one to press him since he almost skipped class this morning.âÂ
âOnly because I overslept from the night before doing an assignment that took way longer than I expected.â You state your case, reaching in your bag for a small ziploc of cookies, sliding it over to your classmate sitting on the opposite end of the corner. âAnd are we not gonna talk about how Kazuha slept with one of the people in my accounting class?âÂ
âYeah, what the hell is all that about Zu?â Jisun asks suddenly, sitting next to Kazuha on the left side, âSince when have you been sleeping with guys on a weekend basis?âÂ
âEver since Sakura brought her out clubbing one Friday night,â you butt in, fingers to your temple and elbow on the table, reminiscing on the memories like some war flashback, âYou guys should see what it's like back at the apartment.âÂ
âWhat was the initial reaction to seeing your classmate from accounting?â someone at the table asks, âGod, that must be like, so weird to see them walking down the hallway.âÂ
âBelieve me,â you breathe, not sure whether to be shocked or disappointed at the memory, âI talked to him on the way out the next morning and he asked me about our next lecture.â Kazuha bumps your shoulder to let you know that she was in on the conversation that morning after, âAt least he has his priorities straight after the one night stand.âÂ
Kazuha's face cringes out towards the group which makes everyone laugh, including you. One of the other table members joke about this story of someone doing the walk of shame after getting caught in the science building by security, discreetly pointing them out since they walked by on the opposite end of the walkway. The way they had their hoodie up covering their face in public, canât help but feel bad for them.Â
At the same time, two girls walk towards your table, on the edge. One of them was slightly taller than the other with a different hair color as well. Your attention was focused on the taller person, who had a prep school type of vibe in their appearance. She was wearing a plaid skirt, high socks with stilettos, one earbud on while sheâs looking over to her friend talking about something - not wanting to wonder what theyâre talking about.Â
Itâs when she looks out to the windows behind your table, where thereâs this weird feeling in you that shifts the balance of the universe it seems like. Nothing ever in your life makes you stop and wonder if the next day would be your last, but in this case - well, the only case, where a girl crosses your path and makes you lose every bit of composure built up in a matter of seconds.Â
This girl is cute. Thatâs the first (and evident) note of observation. What makes it even more puzzling is how this girl is maintaining eye contact with you the whole time as sheâs walking. Everyone around the table is stuck in a state of confusion while you suddenly stood up without any reason. Kazuha notices the glances from you and the girl passing by, assessing, connecting the dots together, and she looks back with a realizing âahhâ leaving her mouth.Â
Once you sit back down, the girl walking by looks forward, but does a double take back at you that only solidifies the growing mystery brewing in that short connection. The table all exchange looks at each other, wondering what in the fuck happened just now, and they have questions.Â
âUh,â one of your friends sounded off to break the silence, âWhat was that just now?âÂ
âYeah,â another adds on while clearly trying to put it together with pointer fingers, âThat wasnât normal.âÂ
âClearly,â you say, scratching your neck to play off the awkward exchange of eyes. âWho was she?âÂ
âThe girl?â Kazuha beams, âHuh? Oh! Thatâs Yunjin! She and I actually go way back. I didnât even realize that was her because of her hair color.âÂ
âAre you serious?!â Jisun asks, distraught at the name itself, âYouâre friends with Yunjin? The Yunjin that everyone wants to get with here around school?!âÂ
While Kazuha drops the short summary of her backstory with her childhood friend, one of the other guys at the table walks over to you with hands on your shoulders, massaging them as a way of saying congratulations to getting one of the hottest girls on campus to notice you. Youâre still processing - it might be a coincidence, or accepting the fact that one-in-a-million moment will never happen again.Â
âAlright you guys,â you say, shouldering on your backpack while patting down the hoodie, âAs much as Iâd love to stay and chat about what just happened with that little staring contest, Iâve gotta go to class.âÂ
âBoo, no fun,â Kazuha says, pointing a thumb down while a few others around the table are doing the same thing, âHope you have fun in your class, or sleep through the boring lecture at least.âÂ
You walk off with a subtle wave, and thatâs where the story should end, without ever hoping for a second interaction with Yunjin in your life anytime soon. The staredown for a few seconds would be funny to think about for the rest of the day, but the story will be something to joke about long after getting yâknow; life and everything else together.Â
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Or so you thought.Â
Turns out that your afternoon class is running later than usual, an email notification from your professor spelled out the message of him being stuck in traffic due to an accident on the way here. Some students are just lounging on the seats while others have their heads down to catch up on sleep - you could also use the power nap, too. Letâs not forget about the type A students reading into their textbooks and iPads sitting at the front row, could be you if you actually tried but youâre good with just doing enough for your own academic standards.Â
Kazuha texts you that sheâs gonna be late tonight, probably because of some cramming with Jisun or Saerom or whoever she tagged along with that isnât Sakura, hitting a fast reply of okay, iâll make sure to save some food for you when you get back.
Right when you hit send, the empty seat next to you becomes occupied, and the hair color looks a little too familiar from the millisecond glimpse out of your peripheral. Her fragrance comes off as coconut, maybe something syrupy, but the sigh of relaxation curtained by her overcast shade of sunset cherry in her hair, how she swivels her head towards your direction; determined, upbeat, and strikingly beautiful.Â
âHi,â Yunjin says, and youâre stuck frozen with parted lips. Thereâs a sudden chill running down your spine, a snap of the door being shut by one of the students that almost mocks the sound of a gun being fired in a closed-off chamber. There isnât any sunlight thatâs breaking through the overhanging windows beneath the top half of the class, but youâre simply starstruck from the mash of highlights in her almond eyes, the rose pink shade of her lips, her sunset colored hair that looks unreal for someone to have, how you might be thinking of the radiating beams of light shooting on the edge of her stature; no this isnât a mere hallucination or a prank from someone else, this is actually the real deal. âI wasnât here for the last lecture, so would it be okay if I could borrow your notes?âÂ
You hate how vulnerable you are in this state. You wouldâve answered in an instant, but this is Huh Yunjin weâre talking about here. Oh, by the way, you should probably say something beforeâ
âSure.â you answer, snapping yourself from the momentary trance of this girlâs beauty sitting next to you, rummaging through your backpack to pull out your notebook following your tablet, sliding it over while Yunjin clasps her hands together in prayer, bowing her head as thanks for not turning her down. âItâll be the page before the blank one when you flip through it.âÂ
âThanks.â she says, happily flipping through the notebook to see the contents of your notes, tongue stuck to the corner until reaching the most recent page. Reaching in her bag for the pencil case and notebook already opened, she begins to jot down whatever missing material she has while you observe her work.Â
Her penmanship is actually pretty to look at, and the fact that she puts a curve up with her apostrophes - not to mention the amount of small cat ears and hearts she doodles with on her page while reading your notes? Yeah, youâre a goner already.Â
And for the most part, how could you not be? Youâre already entranced at the way her hands twiddle the mechanical pencil, how her nails clack along the desk, how sheâs reciting terms and the articulation behind her words sound very intricate and clear. An elbowâs holding your head while your eyes skim through the words being transferred over from your notebook to yours; watching the drawbridge of her eyebrows quirk up at some unknown, but her whisky colored eyes spark up along with the arch, appearing bigger, canât help with the force in your heart smiling at the sight of learning something useful.Â
â-and when this occurs, oh- I see.â Sheâs nodding at the understanding of what sheâs quickly reading. This is someone who knows what theyâre doing, who has their priorities straight; humming with pure delight with the way she likes learning. Hang on a second, when the hell was she part of the class?
âTake it that youâre done with this?â you ask, fingertips grazing the rings of the notebook while Yunjin sets her pencil flat on the desk.Â
âIâve already got what I need to catch up on, thank you.â Her laugh is subtle, and quiet, closing up the book and sliding it back towards you while tending to her own. âThought Iâd be missing a lot, but good to know that I wasnât.âÂ
âIn this kind of class? You could say fuck all with the attendance and just come in for the exams.âÂ
Her head dips down, eyes sweeping from one corner to the other. Sheâs hiding the smile, but thereâs something lovely about the way her mouth quirks. That dimple is a lovely sight, a gold medal youâll keep in your head, whether sheâs interested or not.Â
She puts the pencil back into her case, zips it across halfway. âCan I ask,â she says, twisting her body to face yours, âYouâre close with Kazuha, right?âÂ
âIf you consider me to be her roommate as close, then, yes.âÂ
Yunjin gawks at you in shock, connecting the dots, another point brewing.Â
âYouâre the same person that I saw while walking in the hall earlier? Oh my God!â she realizes, trying to keep her excitement down in the quiet classroom. âI was hoping that sheâd help me in meeting you, but-âÂ
âLooks like you skipped the hard part all by yourself.â you tell her, acknowledging, blinking with a wide grin. âI know enough from her about you, but sheâll be thrilled to hear about this after.âÂ
âWhat makes you say that?âÂ
You notice the small stack of post-it notes sitting adjacent to Yunjinâs pencil case, pulling one from the stack and writing down something on the paper that you didnât think of having the courage to do in the first place.Â
A smooth operator move, she chuckles at the phone number sketched on the small slip.Â
This probably might be your favorite day to attend class so far this semester.
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For whatâs it worth, the attention garnered around you and Yunjin wasnât asked for. If anything, the noise around campus just made it a bigger deal than what it actually seemed. The added reputation didnât even feel forced from others - much rather the opposite; almost in mixes of praise and pats on the back for doing something that most couldnât be able to do.Â
Some would ask too, about what itâs like âdating the hottest ticket around college?â or âwho made the first move?âÂ
To that, you shake your head and laugh, though the answer to the first question in itself was quite simple to say:
Pretty fucking crazy at times - but good, mostly great.Â
Honestly, youâd also imagine this sort of parallel universe where youâre not in a relationship with Yunjin. What would it be like? A few of the positives would probably be the better balance between classes, or maybe the cash in your wallet and card would be a little bit more than what it is now; god, the list can just go on the more you think about it. Worrying would be overstepping the thought itself, complicating the mental picture would make it even more cathartic. Bottom line is: itâs a surreal thing to actually be with someone whoâs ten times out of your league.Â
Some would also ask, whatâs your favorite thing about her?Â
Man, thatâs already a tough question as it is, so that one doesnât get answered easily.
Best that you could settle for is the way she presents herself. One day she walks in the classroom as if itâs the runway at Paris Fashion Week with the most jaw-dropping outfits created by the industryâs best designers - the next day she could walk in with the most casual, comfy fit ever created from the bedroom closet. From the makeup and hair color all the way down to her shoes and socks, sheâll magnetize anyone with low or high effort. Thereâs something in the way that she extends herself to others; the way her eyes widen at someone she knows, how the sun kisses her skin so tenderly - radiating richness and grandeur to compliment the addicting smile and laugh she possesses. When you look closely, you could also see the tiny hints of freckles spread across her cheeks; oh, and the moles, specifically underneath her right eye and off-centered to her nose, youâd kiss them for eternity if you had the chance to.Â
Itâs unfair how you canât compete with that.Â
How could a person thatâs on the cusp of making a whole worldâs difference with their life manage to get with a guy like you? Had it been anyone else in your position, theyâd be the happiest person on the planet, no denying that. There has to be an endless plethora of things that could serve a plausible reason to this, but out of everyone, she chose you.Â
(The standard she has. The status, the reputation, the talks that people have when sheâs strolling through the hallways and around campus.
Everyone can read the outside aspect, but within the inner circle, itâs a completely different conversation entirely.)
âAnd let me tell you this,â Kazuha says, leaning back on the seat with one leg over the other, âHe told me that and I quote, âI would go all night with you,â and he didnât. Came in about two minutes flat, maybe less.âÂ
Youâre facepalming hard while Kazuha pushes you close to the edge, almost offended by your reaction. The amount of stories with her short-term flirts and one night stands have gotten so bad to the point where, only a stark few of them were worthy enough of a debrief by you. This usually occurs on a weekend basis, you assess, not wanting any part of it after the first time it happened - and then the next, then the next, and the next one.Â
âHave you ever wondered like,â you ask while reaching forward for your glass half full of your usual liquor, âWanting to actually date with one of your fuck buddies, like for real?âÂ
âIâve thought about it,â Kazuha replies, sitting up with her phone facing flat across her thigh, âThe chance hasnât really come my way yet.âÂ
âIâm sure itâll come.â you tell her, downing another swig of the drink.Â
âYou think Iâve got a screw loose with how I act?âÂ
âAre you kidding me? Show me how many booty calls youâve got on your phone since Sakura hooked you up.âÂ
Kazuha sticks her tongue at you, pulling herself away from your reaching hand, laughing while sheâs practically got her feet up with the cushions now. A lean over more, and sheâs curling herself up into a ball while youâre looking around to see if anyoneâs paying attention.Â
âWe could get kicked out of here.â Kazuha says, properly sitting up while youâre hunching over to slip on the lent pair of bowling shoes, undoing the set knots and opening up the tongue of the shoe while the sounds of knocked pins echo underneath the blasting bass coming from the speakers.Â
âGet kicked out before we even get started?âÂ
âYouâre the one whoâs trying to grab my phone!âÂ
âI asked nicely.âÂ
âDidnât hear a âpleaseâ from you.âÂ
You roll your eyes, stamping a foot down lightly to ensure that the shoe fits perfectly as intended. Might be a bit tight on the back of the heel, but itâll do. Besides, this Wednesday-night planned hangout at the bowling lanes was on the agenda for quite some time, only put off because certain people have been busy with a few assignments from classes, which you canât blame them since the semester has been a bit stagnant midway through.Â
A look at the watch, and the time was a bit delayed than the intended arrangement. âWhereâs Chaewon and Sakura?âÂ
Kazuha checks her phone for any updates via notifications, âSakuraâs running late. Chaewon and her boyfriend just picked up Yunjin ten minutes ago. They should be here any minute now.âÂ
With that taken into account, you take small steps to the little control panel, looking up to the tv to put in the proper abbreviated nicknames for the competitors who have yet to arrive at the lanes. Thereâs a small sense of creativity amongst the five or six competitors: Kkura, Chae, Zuha, Jen Jen, yours (which is pretty bland for your taste, but Yunjin likes it), and whoever Sakura invited along with her if she brought them. âDidnât buy three to five games for nothing.âÂ
âYouâre literally the only one here that likes to bowl in their free time.â Kazuha deadpans.Â
âTell that to Chaewon and Sakura who competed in ping pong the last time.â you tell her, pressing some of the unresponsive keys that forces a typo on Sakuraâs, but you donât bother changing it back. âThose two will take up the last two games for sure. Put my money on it.âÂ
âNot even worth losing ten bucks for that.â Kazuha scooches over to the end of the seat, french fry hanging off her mouth, texting whoever it may be whether itâs one of her classmates or one of Sakuraâs flings being thrown down her pipeline. To be fair, itâs been about two weeks since she brought someone into the apartment, and sheâs quite overdue for a good dick appointment.Â
Whatever that may be, youâll pay no attention to that.Â
âSpeaking of which,â she continued, with a bowling ball in her arms, polishing it with the sleeve of her puffer jacket, âWhere is Yunjin? And why wasnât she with you in the first place when we left the apartment?âÂ
âItâs because she insisted on turning in our flash drive for the project we worked together on for one of our classes,â you answer, pressing a thumb down on the panel to finalize the names for the gameâs competitors, watching off in the distance as the machine barrier lifts up opening the ten bowling pins to the line. âI offered to go with her so that it shows the professor that we actually did a collaborative effort, but then you called me.âÂ
âOuch, sorry.â Kazuha winces, you wave her off with a shake of the head while she puts her preferred ball on the rails of the return system next to yours. A size seven ball with medium finger placements in comparison to your size ten with the large specified holes. You argued that weight was better than speed, and Kazuha was willing to bet who scores the highest with their preferred bowling ball pays the other personâs meal at the next outing. âIf youâd told me that before I bolted to my morning class, I wouldnât have called you.âÂ
âWasnât my fault you overslept your alarm three times,â you agree, chuckling. âTo be fair, I hate the alarm sound for your phone anyway.âÂ
âNot changing it anytime soon,â Kazuha says proudly, hands firmly in the pockets of her jacket, âLooks like youâre gonna have to deal with it.âÂ
âAnd Iâll cockblock your next dick appointment personally, just out of spite.â you say, and Kazuha frowns with a pout instantaneously.Â
Amidst the slow riff of the electric guitar lightly reverberates along the subwoofers hanging above the lanes. Thereâs a sudden surge of newcomers looking to simply let loose and have a good time. Itâs a Friday, middle of the semester, one of those weekends where youâre just mentally checked out from all the buzz between school and the extracurriculars and stress for the coming midterms. Thatâs how it is in this kind of environment: work hard, play harder.Â
While some are here to just take space in the pool tables, others are in the arcade to break the ice in the lines of a first date. Few people here are actually closet bowlers with a different avenue of profession holding them back from wasting their time rolling their life or something of that substance. Youâre tired with school, but it wonât be long until youâre walking in about a year or less, nothing wrong with having nights like these.Â
Your ears pick up on a familiar honey saccharine laugh, along with a string of bickers from a voice constantly sounding angry. A look slightly up to the walkways, and thereâs a quartet approaching your spot before the lanes. One of them in a vortex of blonde hair, hands gesturing behind someone else in front of her before slapping their back lightly. The girl in front with the same hair color has her brows furrowed, scrunching at the slight pain from their back, but also letting out signs of fun with good intent. Then thereâs the two individuals in tow behind the first duo; a girl with hair colored a mix of sunset orange and a dash of red along with a single guy whoâs slightly taller compared to the trio. You automatically connect the dots in your head to deduce that to be Chaewonâs boyfriend, and the other head towards you and Kazuha. Itâs an impending headache of bullshit heading your way, but youâve put up with it for so long and itâll happen again.Â
âYouâre late,â you announce, finger to the top of your wrist. âZuha and I have been here for the past twenty minutes.â
âFuck off,â Sakura sneers, shucking off her handbag to the seat while letting her lent pair of bowling shoes hit the hardwood. Her tone comes off as harsh - might be mistaken as someone to be antagonistic. To be fair, her and Chaewon have grown up together since they were little, wouldnât be normal if one didnât annoy the other to the point where both of them would have to draw knives. But youâll keep the popcorn behind your back until that moment comes, âTell that to Chaewon who almost ran my ass over in the parking lot.âÂ
âDid not!â Chaewon exclaims, already on the seat and untying her shoes while her boyfriend does the same, âItâs not my fault that you didnât look both ways before crossing!âÂ
âBoth of you guys need to chill,â Chaewonâs boyfriend chimes in, hoping to defuse the situation before it even gets worse, not paying any ounce of attention while slipping on to his pair of bowling shoes. âI thought we all came here to have some fun, did we not?âÂ
âWe did,â you sigh, gliding on over with a cup half full of the beer that you ordered for the group. Chaewonâs boyfriend looks up, slightly hesitant in taking the offer - knowing that if everyone in the group drank tonight, no one was assigned to be designated driver. So, he takes the cup, raises it to you in acceptance, and takes a quick sip. âItâs still on the table if the two most competitive people Iâve ever met can actually make up before going crazy with the game.âÂ
Chaewon and Sakura both look at you in disgust, simultaneously giving you the middle finger while you shrug, swiveling your head to the opposite direction to finally see the third girl that was with the group - the only person you were technically waiting for since arriving here, and she doesnât really need an introduction.Â
A walk up to her on the opposite bench that wasnât occupied by four people, and Yunjin matches your demeanor.Â
Itâs the most innocent look you could give her: a sheepish smile. She looks at you while youâre noticing a small speck of dust at the edge of her jacket before tending to her stray wisps of hair. The way she bats her eyelashes through those rimless pairs of glasses, itâs impossible to not notice the wideness her eyes zeroing in on you while playing the worrying boyfriend you are. Consider it to be a protocol - the smug smile across your face, and you havenât said anything to her in the opening five seconds of seeing her.Â
âMissed me that much?â Yunjin asks, slipping out of the lent leather jacket she swiped from your closet. âYou couldâve gone with me to turn in our assignment together.âÂ
âYou see, about that.â You got a hand on the jacket, tossing it over to the seat. âI would have, if Kazuha didnât egg me ten minutes before we left the house.âÂ
Itâs been merely more than five seconds, and the pleasantries are already skipped over; though thereâs a small exchange of smiles and ghosting hands - not wanting to taint the perfect appearance that Yunjin has, wandering eyes all over her like an art piece. Sheâs stolen your jacket, the shirt underneath was also one of yours from the closet; within all the lines of casual, she owns the category second to none.Â
Youâre rambling about how much of a pain it was bringing Kazuha, even though she wasnât even the sole person who planned this hangout in the first place. A second look at the shirt that Yunjinâs wearing and you point it out while dumping the exposition. She runs a hand through her hair, coming it downwards with her fingers while paying half attention to the words spilling out of your mouth. âDid I also mention that youâre wearing one of my favorite shirts again?âÂ
She just laughs, takes a few steps forward, gives you a quick kiss right then and there.Â
She also loves how that simple action shuts you up.Â
âYouâre missing something,â she tells you, fixing a few places of your hair while youâre standing there completely frozen.Â
Acknowledging with a nod, âYes, I did miss you that much.â Giving her a few light head pats while her eyes smile with content. âThank you for turning in our project for us. Iâll owe you my life.âÂ
âYou will,â she says, sitting down and untying her sneakers, âStill shouldâve gone with me though.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âAre we gonna get this game started?â Sakura asks across the table, holding up a bowling ball that is clearly Kazuhaâs, but she doesnât care. âI just bet that if I beat Chaewon, sheâs buying all of us dinner when weâre done here!âÂ
âYouâre shit at ping pong, and Iâll kick your ass at bowling too.â Chaewon rebukes, clearly motivated now to not let that happen on her watch. âUnless pretty boy over there and his girlfriend want to join in the competition to make things more interesting.âÂ
âA double team against you two?â Yunjin inquires, finishing up the last lace on her shoe before standing up, walking over to the return system to see which ball to pick, âHow âbout whoever scores the lowest gets to pay for the meal. Deal?âÂ
âYouâre on,â you say, âBut Yunjinâs winning in a landslide over the three of us.âÂ
Sakura presses a few buttons on the touchpad, finally getting the long-awaited bowling game started.Â
(Yunjin wins by no surprise, Sakura nearly edges you out by single digits, and Chaewon came dead last which means: the meal was on her after the games.)
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Each new week into the semester brings a new tale of challenges, assignments, and fun plans with peers in and out of the campus - except this time; however, because you fucked up.Â
The swing of the door into your apartment should already spell some sort of bad omen with the way that youâre frantically pacing into the kitchen, overlooking into the small opening to the living room, seeing Yunjin wrapping up her fifteen minute ab workout video, not paying any mind to while finishing the last few reps.Â
âBabe?â you call out while putting a thermos onto the countertop, one sweep over with a poking head to see her laying on the mat. âAh, right. Your workout.âÂ
Her brow furrows while trying to concentrate in holding the planking position, holding herself in place for another five seconds or so, finally falling flat when the timer goes, softly panting before sitting up and facing you. Sheâs in a sports bra and one of your sweatpants that pool at her feet - though the robbery complaint will get ignored.Â
Thereâs something about her being astonishingly pretty in homebody clothes. Hair in a low ponytail, lip lightly touched, thereâs a thin layer of sweat covering her upper body. Normally, youâd tell her to go take a shower right away. Youâre committing perjury for not telling her in the first place.Â
âYou took longer than expected,â she says, looking up to accept the greeting kiss while youâre towering over her. âWhere were you?âÂ
âHad to take care of some stuff outside class. And then I had to take care of something else,â you answer, backpack to the couch. âWhich leads me to my next thing that I have- no, need to tell you.âÂ
âHave you done something wrong?â Yunjin asks, standing up, eyes narrowed when she notices your worrying expression. Her hand dances along the hem of her sports bra when you help her up, while you tend to her messy hair as she tries to read into your body language.Â
âNo?â you tell her, hoping that answer would suffice for the time being.
It doesnât.Â
âWhat did you do now?â She frowns, eyes squinting closely together - pushing further into admitting what was going on. That was already strike one, and getting two more was never an option. âAs long as you tell me, I deserve to know at least.âÂ
âPromise you wonât be mad?âÂ
âCanât promise you that.âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you place both of your hands on her shoulders, guiding her down to sit with you on the couch while you take another momentary silence to gather your thoughts and words, hoping to bring the news up in the most sincere and serious way as you could.Â
âWell?â Yunjin asks again, prompting you to get on with it and drop the stalling.Â
âAlright,â you start, âDo you remember that uh- sex tape we made together last week?â Might be a dumb question, but how could either one of you forget? The look on Yunjinâs face says a whole lot more than what her answer might be, and sheâs grinning just thinking about it. âI thought you were serious aboutââÂ
âI am!â she exclaims, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks and the grip on your hands grow tighter, âBut what does that have to do with your-âÂ
âI know, I know. Stay with me here.â you assure before delivering the final blow.Â
You canât help but laugh while your finger presses softly to her lips. The memory itself is also flashing through your mind, how your hands grip around her ass with her back arched up, the way sheâs splayed on her back, filling her pussy up with your cock working its way down to her stomach. Bending her in half while her lovely heat clenches around you to the point where sheâs screaming. The assessment running behind Yunjinâs eyes and the glossiness tells you everything that there is to know about it. Her brows furrow again with an inward lip, thinking about the way she marks you up with scratches across your forearms and back, groaning into her ear while youâre shattering her into the mattress.Â
(Canât forget about the face she has while youâre fucking her rough - a string of pants and whines that go up in two ascending octaves, then diminishes to almost nothing, unraveling herself all over your dick when she locks you down with her ankles to the small of your back. Sheâs so helpless, especially when-
âFuck, yes baby, right there-â
More on that, eventually.)Â
âSo you mightâve turned that flash drive in to our professor.â you tell her, squeezing your eyes shut, bracing for a hit from Yunjin. âNot your fault though, this was all my doing.âÂ
âOkay,â she laughs in disbelief while doing this form of jazz-hands, âFirst of all, we can just ask to exchange it. Second of all, who the hell saves a sex tape on a flash drive? I mean, what the fuck were you thinking while setting up our final submission?âÂ
âI was looking at it while editing our project and I just got so caught up with the way your soft moans got to me in the recording and how your tits were justââ you remark, quivering with a grin while Yunjin scrunches her face at you.Â
âAnd what are we waiting for?â she asks, wrinkling her nose while laughing out loud. âEither we act now or get both of our asses expelled before we even get to graduate?âÂ
âIf all goes well, we should honestly be fine.â you tell her, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, hand quick behind your back to give her a face towel. âIf it doesnât, at least we can say that we tried to prevent this from happening.âÂ
âThis is your fault, by the way.â Yunjin says while taking your hand up and on the way out the door. âI was the one who turned our sex tape in supposedly, and Iâm gonna be the one to get it back.âÂ
The way that you donât even put up a refute to her, the way your feet carry themselves behind her, the loud âthumâ of the deadbolt outside the apartment should already be a sign of whatâs to come.Â
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Youâd be amazed at how well youâve held your patience while Yunjin was doing all of the talking with the professor, trying to reason out as much as she could for just a simple exchange. For some reason, the man wouldnât even budge without the speculation of nothing being in the contents of the flash drive and considering the fact that it was the deadline.Â
âSir, if you could please just-âÂ
âSave it,â he says, pressing the bridge of his glasses up towards his face, âLook, I know that you two are of my brightest students in the class, but itâs just oddly suspicious that youâre asking me to swap out the turned in flash drive for another all because of some mix up?âÂ
âCanât you just not do that instead?â you ask, offering the proper flash drive to the professor. âYunjin and I have already proven to be your most esteemed students this semester, this small mixup just shows that thereâs that built trust from over the pastââÂ
âI understand that, but I just canât fathom that you two are pulling this over me at the very last minute right before I go over them,â the professor declares, âItâs too suspicious as it is and if worse comes to worse, Iâll have to report both of you to the deanâs office if we canât come up with a compromise here.âÂ
âBut sirââ Yunjin tries to butt in, hoping to reiterate the case.
âI expected more from you, Yunjin.â He says, leaning back on his chair, âIâm very disappointed in the way you are acting just now. This isnât like you, and I expected better.â
âBlame me instead of her.â you plead, standing in front to neutralize the hostility. âShe was turning it in for us in the first place.â The professor just scoffs mockingly, sputtering different kinds of insults that would be enough evidence for him to get fired, and thatâs where you reach the boiling point first.Â
âEnough of this nonsense,â the professor scowls while tossing the very flash drive Yunjin gave into the basket filled with the others. âYouâll get it back when Iâm done grading these come Monday. Now please, get out of my office before we really start to have an issue.âÂ
Before Yunjin opens her mouth to protest, you toss the correct flash drive into the professorâs chest, fishing into the basket to grab the other one resting atop of the pile. She picks up quickly to what you were doing, tossing a jar filled with pencils off the desk that leaves him in visible confusion, pulling her by the wrist and out the door where you and her make a break for it out in the hallway. Once rounding the corner, she starts giggling out of nowhere while youâre looking over your shoulder to see the small figure at the end of the corridor. Things take a turn for the worse when the sound of radio chatter could be heard coming up the stairs off your right, and on the opposite end was the janitor's closet. Any delay by more than two seconds would only spell disaster if you didnât yank her inside right away.Â
âFucking security,â you mutter, following the slam of the door and a press of the ear against the wood to get a better chance of hearing what was being said. Yunjinâs pressed close to you, meeting your gaze once the conversations faded out into the hallway. A sigh of relief leaves your lips while Yunjin again is trying not to laugh at what you two did. âOkay, I think theyâre gone, but we canât leave now. Thereâs too much commotion down near the office, so we gotta wait.âÂ
âI canât believe we just did that.â Yunjin breathes, hand to her chest to calm down her heart rate, still trying to come to grips with what just happened in the span of three minutes. âEven crazier that you managed to get the right flash drive.âÂ
âWell shit,â you tell her, hand out to see that the outer case of the flash drive had been damaged, much to your responsibility since you stepped on it by accident while stumbling over in the hallway. âExpulsion is out of the equation, but man,â you say, putting the damage back into your pocket, âThis sucks. I was hoping to save the contents in that drive.âÂ
âThis might be a good thing.â Yunjin tells you, reassuring.Â
âWhat makes you say that?â The sigh leaving your lips is laced with frustration, âI donât think- ugh, that was some of the best sex we had. Yunjin, I- you donât realize how hot that video was when I was looking at it and now? Itâs gone.â She looks at you in sympathy, pulling her lip inward while trying to calm down your clenched fists, trying to not let her thoughts get the better of her with the way your hands could grip her hair.Â
âSince weâll be here for quite a bit, why donât we get to work making a new one?â She asks with a chin tilt up, pressing your back against the door when her lips meet yours, taking you completely off guard by the contact.Â
Itâs a full on advantage for Yunjin in this case, swirling her tongue against yours, not willing to bear in mind when the feedback of a radio approaches near the door. Getting caught is one thing - but thereâs worse ways to go. You pull back from the lack of oxygen, a swipe of her upper lip to yours, warm breath hanging in the open space while you collect your thoughts. âY-Youâre gonna have to give me a minute here.â
âWhat for?âÂ
âIâm not complaining at all, but uh, whatâs with,â a giggle leaves your mouth, âthe affection, all of a sudden?âÂ
âNothing,â she replies, âIt was just hot- really hot. I just think you giving your piece of mind to him for me was probably the best highlight of our whole semester so farâŚâ Her voice trails off while her hand slithers down to your waking cock through your pants to cement down her thoughts. A hand pulls you by the nape of your neck to meet her lips again, moving sensually in the closed space, her mouth leaving these teasingly touches while sheâs assessing your length in languid pumps.Â
From the dazed expression in your eyes and swollen lips, youâre already entranced at the way sheâs sinking to her knees in front of you, the hitched breaths and slow shuffle at the pull of your sweats and boxers to the ankles. Yunjin softly gasps, a thrill that never gets old when she uncovers the length from itâs clothed chamber, licking her lip while all of her attention focuses in on your cock hanging proud between your thighs; the many things sheâs currently thinking about -Â and youâre not far off the thread of thinking too.Â
Youâre already imagining the velvety heat of her mouth while sheâs preparing for that familiar ache of taking you down her throat. Before she could have fun for herself, she pulls the zipper of her track jacket, revealing the same sports bra from earlier, pulling the tight piece up and over to reveal her tits, noticing the small twitch when she finally runs her fingers along the veins of your shaft, wrapping slowly while the jerk in your knees ends with a mouth curl from her.Â
âThe video would be really nice right now, wouldnât it?â she breathes, thumb grazing the slit of your tip thatâs soaked with a small hint of precum leaking, assessing the conditions with clinical precision every pump. Her eyes meet yours, already wild with imagination as she continues to stroke you softly. âBabe?âÂ
âNo- no phone.âÂ
âI brought mine with me, stupid.â Yunjin tells you, dropping the excitement from her face.Â
She laughs when youâre murmuring out these complaints, only for that to be ignored when sheâs quick to hand her phone to you. âYou were in a rush,â you reason, âDidnât have time to grab mine sitting on the kitchen countertop.âÂ
âWhat would you do without me?âÂ
âI have my right hand to do the job.âÂ
âAngle it properly,â Yunjin instructs, smirking at the gasp while she cradles your balls. âIs it in the right position?â Your hands steady over her head, pointing the camera while her gaze transforms into something more needy, someone whoâs desperately hungry to get herself satisfied. Itâs unbearably pretty the way she gets like this for you, pulling her lips inward to get them wet while your eyes are fixated through the phone screen, flexing your waist a bit in anticipation while her tongue licks up your cockhead - an appetizer of sorts, before finally taking you in.Â
Everything rushes and slows down the way her lips close around the third of your shaft. Not wanting to focus on whatâs happening below, you look up with eyelids fluttering shut at the way her mouth and tongue continue to lap up the length, eventually sliding down, easing more and more of you down her throat, coating your cock with her mouth the more she sinks. She knows all of the inner workings of what you love in blowing you.Â
âYunjin, fuck. Baby,â She intends to break you apart with her mouth, once she reaches down the base, holding you there while some of her saliva leaks out in repeating gags, hips twitching at the clench while her tongue sweeps underneath in a slow, consistent rhythm.Â
The vibrating hum she rumbles along the line of your cock, she steadily keeps up her pace while her ears pick up on the shallow breaths coming out of you. Forget about the video, or the noises that pick up in decibels - in addition to the back of your head hitting the door. Itâs always addictive the way her mouth sheathes your length, having no gag reflex was something amazing for Yunjin to have, repeatedly pulling her head back up and dipping back in to take you deep.Â
She grazes her teeth to a smile while your fingers thread through her hair, internalizing the pulse, that sweet heat of her mouth and how wet it is; the fucking suction, goddamnit. Her suction was way to fucking good for you to pay attention to. âThere. Y-youâre so good- great at- fuck-âÂ
Yunjin just hums to accept the compliment, pulling away to angle your cock upwards to put one of your balls in her mouth, lathering it in her spit. âCamera, tilting.âÂ
âYeah, yeah.â you say, lazily. A small fix of the phone in your hand finds her face right in frame, as she resumes her oral assault on your cock. The volume of moans increases slightly from her and you, highlighting how much youâre enjoying this while she hollows her cheeks halfway, taking you all the way down tight. Tighter. The sound of her throat clicking when your cockhead rests at the opening in her mouth, youâre furrowing your brows together while trying to keep it together as much as you could.Â
Pulling back slightly, tongue licking across the swollen head, she winks at you while youâre biting your lip so hard to the point that youâll probably draw blood from it the next second. Itâs not helping your situation - sheâs giving these subtle âmhmsâ when she slides you back into her mouth, eyes closing in bliss, upping the pace while youâre nestling a hand to the back of her head, dragging your cock along the top part of her mouth, forehead wrinkling in approval to let you know that she likes it.Â
Sliding you out for a second, âPut your shirt in your mouth.â She tells you, placing a precise kiss at the base while youâre staring at the screen. âYou listening?â
You just groan.Â
Her hand is quick to hike up the bottom hem of your shirt, rolling it up to put a clump of the cloth between your teeth, and she just laughs before inhaling your length again. Â
Youâre also trying to keep it together over the fact how much of a slut Yunjin gets for you, hoping that all of the button pushing will leave you into fucking her just exactly how she wants - youâll just stand there like a good boy she'll ask, using that pretty mouth over your cock for what feels like an entering until you bust inside that lovely hole just to fill the other one later.Â
The pop she does off of your cock is obscene, jerking your shaft while sheâs staring up, and the image on the screen is already something to capture for later.Â
âAre you liking this so far?â Yunjin asks, doe eyes doing very little for the heinous act sheâs committing, giving your underside scattered pecks mixed with slurps over your drool covered cock. âI can tell from your writhing face that you are.âÂ
âBitch.â you spit, a futile effort at best.
âFuck my mouth.â She orders, inhaling your cock down - all the way, clasping her lips to the base. You clench your teeth together, get your hand to her head again. Her eyes go wide in content while you slowly thrust up with her against your hips still, slacking her jaw to let you build up some speed to bury your dick in her throat.Â
Doesnât take much long, mouth hanging in awe by the way sheâs pulling up and out and going back in. A few good thrusts is all it takes to get the perfect pressure and suction around your cock, spit leaking out of her mouth while youâre finally getting your work cut out the more she gags around you. That fucking tongue is your worst enemy - the way that itâs licking up underneath a few times, one of the key ways to get you to finally open up that eventual bursting drain from within.Â
âJen,â you hiss while fighting the urge to bust at the nickname alone, pushing her down while the moan she elicits over your dick throbs in her mouth, nearly breaking, âGonna just, fuck, âm so close-âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
The spit remains where its at while pleasure surges through your body, grinding your teeth to mask the heated groan while you cum down her throat, spilling copious amounts of your release into the hollow of her throat, feeling the languid clench past the opening while sheâs swallowing it all. Her eyes go wide for a second at the load, closing them soon after as you manage to keep it together from your high, coming down when she slides herself off of you, coughing a bit while your knees jerk together in a millisecond of shock. Some of your cum spills out of her mouth and dribbles down between her tits, keeping the camera angle on her surprisingly while your cock floats right in front of her face. Yunjin leans forward to give a peppered kiss to the tip, collecting some of the remnants that rest at the slit before retreating, fingers treating the damage of her soaked and swollen lips.Â
âThanks for that.â she says, chuckling, wiping off some of the evidence with her knuckles while blinking in quick succession, looking up at you fondly with those enormous bark eyes of hers while you stop the recording to hand her a piece from the brown paper towel roll sitting on the shelf, helping her up soon after while youâre fixing your clothes. âTold you that it was worth killing time for.âÂ
âLooks like I owe you again for this,â you tell her, treating the drawstring of your sweats to a knot. âIâll peek out to see if weâre in the clear.â Soon after you said that, you lean your head out the small opening of the door, realizing that there wasnât anyone within a close distance in the hallway, stepping out and helping Yunjin out the closet, feeling out her jaw with her knuckles, trying to memorize the ache of her mouth you just gave her.Â
âWe should get going, no?â She asks, hand to your shoulder while youâre about to enter the stairway. âAnd Iâm holding you to that returned favor, since youâre gonna fuck me till I need to be in a wheelchair.âÂ
âIsnât that part of the fun weâre doing already?â you rebut, grabbing her hand, âThe sooner we get back home, the faster Iâll make you cum, deal?âÂ
Youâre a silly idiot the way youâre pulling Yunjin by the wrist, picking up the pace while her smile was impossible to take off. Sheâs laughing again at the proposal, but also very looking forward to it.Â
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The thing about Yunjin, you learn, for the most part, is how sheâs painted to be this great girl that is only primed for success - and nothing less.Â
What others donât realize, is the conventional pains and struggles she poses towards you -Â to the point where that agonizing migraine in your head just keeps on ringing. And sure, sheâs the top student and role model amongst peers for a reason, showing up where it matters; but when it comes to the actual long hours of grinding schoolwork and building up her own life bit by bit, itâs within the walls of your apartment where the real stuff takes place.Â
A clean room at the beginning of the week, only for it to be completely ran through like a tornado and all over the place come Sunday.Â
In terms of assignments? Sheâs clean, all across the board - with the rare occasion of one class slipping out of her mind if youâre not there to remind her or bail her out since some subjects in her schedule are not her forte, but youâll help out where you can.Â
The standard that sheâs always trying to raise, for the most part, is the sex. Always the sex was the emphasis. She tries and you try, getting one over another or deal with whoever is going through it the most, especially if Yunjinâs the one whoâs got a higher sex-drive than you, not that youâre putting it up for an argument, but willing to compete when present. Whether sheâs looking for it or you are, sheâll find a way to push that idea into reality no matter if youâre with her or not.Â
âThis better be important,â a familiar line youâve been saying for quite a bit as of recently. âCouldnât let me go for a few hours to have some fun with the rest of the guys?âÂ
âWhen are you gonna be back?â She asks, and the tone in her voice comes as peculiar the way she sounds out of it. âIâve been reading this stupid book before Kazuha and the others came back with some snacks.â Thereâs some laughter in the background, probably someone bickering over some gossip that happened earlier in the week that was sufficient enough to report. âBless Kazuha, for getting me out of the room at least to socialize.â
âI thought that would kill more time for you while Iâm gone.âÂ
âIt has, but everyoneâs gone now. And Kazuhaâs in her room asleep already.âÂ
âAnd you?âÂ
âIn bed, trying to watch this series, but I miss you.âÂ
âArenât you cute.â You muse.Â
There isnât anything to be considered unusual with conversations like these over the phone or text. In all fairness, you did kind of feel bad for leaving her alone for a few hours since there were already plans made as it is, but Yunjinâs pouty face did everything it could to stop you until you left.Â
âI miss you. Can I not admit that?â She sighs. And youâre probably painting the picture of her being in one of your shirts, laid back on the bed or sat criss-cross - doing literally anything to keep herself moving as you two prolong the conversation.Â
One of the guys bumps you on the shoulder, hinting that theyâre walking on ahead from the bar. You nod and start walking with them, clearing your throat before answering, âWhat if I told you I feel the exact same way? You can add on from that, Iâm pretty sure.âÂ
âGod, the slight change in your voice when youâre trying to make me work,â she says, grinning while you continue to keep the steady walking pace. âMaybe if you can excuse yourself before the new hour, Iâll let you tie me up to the bed.âÂ
âYunjin. Christ-âÂ
âIâll let you know right now that I have nothing underneath your shirt at the moment. Just for good leverage.âÂ
Oh, itâs another challenge alright. Two can play at this.
âWhich shirt?â You ask, gauging the image forming in your head. âI forgot to give you thanks for doing the laundry earlier after, yâknow.âÂ
âThis old shirt from that thrifting run we did. And you can thank me in other ways.â Yunjin says, humming as you can tell exactly what sheâs doing. âIâm already imagining it, what youâll do to me if you get home fast enough.âÂ
âLike what,â you breathe, the huff going into the microphone that has her mixing her giggle with a half-moan in between. âIâm a visual learner, but I need details to set the picture right.âÂ
Thereâs a quiet whine heard when you stop at the intersection, turning yourself away so that no one else in the group can pick up your current phone call, or at least have the frame of mind to ask you whoâs on the other end. The stiff breaths on Yunjinâs side pick up in a loose rhythm. Itâs no surprise; sheâs slowly touching herself, and you can picture it. Forming the image of her hand between her thighs, letting her long figures slide in and out with a bit of a twist, increasing the sound of slick.Â
âIâm picturing your hand, thumb on my clit, getting me dizzy.â
âAnd?âÂ
âHow youâll stretch my tiny pussy out, pressing my back down while Iâm screaming into the mattress.âÂ
âI will. What else?âÂ
âYour cock-â she says, âYour lovely cock, how your hands roam across my body. Marking my skin up with your mouth and teeth in all the ways that I like it,â Yunjin inhales deeply, and you can visualize the arch in her back when she bottoms herself out, â-no idea, how good youâd look inside of me, right now. Bending me over the bed, riding you out, until you fuck me deep, using me just to get yourself off. The way you, fuck- get so addicted to me.âÂ
âI know.â You tell her, looking both ways while crossing, âHow many fingers did I get inside of you? Remind me again, three?â As youâre asking, one of the guys looks back in shock at what was said out loud, winking at them while nodding in approval. They know, besides, itâs the unspoken bro code.Â
âThree,â she whines, letting you know sheâs limit testing herself with three of her fingers inside her pussy. âYour fingers are better, and maybe we can try four. The offer is still on the table.âÂ
This fucking girl. âWhatâs my time limit here?âÂ
Yunjin sounds unorganized, humming and breaking a whine. âCome back any later than eleven, and you donât get to cum inside of me. Iâm gonna get so close till you get here, and Iâll let you finish in my mouth as mercy.âÂ
You click your tongue, convinced of the fact that youâre cornered for now, but it wonât matter if the end of the deal is held; with gritting teeth, Yunjin giggles at the assertion that youâll fuck her senseless if thatâs she wants. Thereâs nothing wrong with that declaration, since sheâs the one who started all of this anyway.Â
âAlright, pretty boy. Thirty minutes.â Is all she says, and then hangs up. A second later she sends a picture of her reflection in the mirror, legs raised and spread apart like a normal split, a string of slick to be clearly seen.Â
A look at your watch. The dinner you attended with the guys was at seven. Itâs thirty minutes until eleven. Youâre not far from the apartment from where youâre at, and as luck would have it, one of the guys was looking to call his night early. Even better when heâs living in the same apartment complex as you; all you need to figure out is how to convince him to rush back home.Â
While breaking away from the group, the bro code comes into play again, and apparently his girlfriend sent him nudes while eating earlier. Not exactly sure why he would show you a picture of his naked girl in the first place but hey, great minds think alike.Â
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You kinda blame Kazuha for making Yunjin like this at times.Â
Not your fault however, since the pair of them conveniently share a brain cell together whenever Yunjin stops by your shared apartment with Kazuha to stay over and chill. From what you can recall, these two have been best friends up until middle school; Kazuha went overseas to pursue her passion for ballet while Yunjin was focusing on the performing arts - and in a way, they were still tethered together despite being miles and miles apart across the globe.Â
(Call it a fine pairing of toothbrush and toothpaste, but the connection you saw what these two had was something to admire.)Â
âYou sure you donât want a bite?â Kazuha asks, opening up the styrofoam box to reveal a set of six takoyaki pieces. Yunjin sits next to her on her phone, switching between apps in record time from the socials to her emails, a mean look to her face when she looks at the grade from her art project, a perfect score to the narrowing eyes as if she herself couldnât believe her own work.Â
âSave one for me,â you answer, getting up from the lounge seat to migrate towards the kitchen, hoping to satisfy your food cravings with a light snack to slowly administer the growing appetite. âYunjinâs the one who suggested getting takeout in the first place so I think you two should at least have most of it for yourselves.âÂ
âI told you ordering eight was better than having six,â Yunjin scoffs, scraping Kazuhaâs shoulder while lowering the plastic bag to pull the other foods that they ordered from their go-to place that was on the outside of campus. âNow, are we gonna eat this together or are you gonna give me another play-by-play with your sex shenanigans for the tenth time.âÂ
You roll your eyes while ripping the wrap of the instant ramen, âZuha, who was it this time?âÂ
âUh, none of your business?âÂ
âIt should most definitely be my business if I canât find the fucking cable to my keyboard,â you retort, frowning while Kazuha flips you off with the middle finger. âI already had to scold Yunjin for stealing my pants, bleaching them by accident, and then giving it to Sakura for her fashion project.â Cocking your head over, you see Yunjin set up her phone for the mukbang theyâre about to do, the tripod already centered between the two of them on the table and the pair already fixing up their hair a bit to make it presentable. âPlease donât tell me you got that on camera.âÂ
âBloopers.â Kazuha adds, âIâll let Sakura know to return your pair of pants later with this clip.âÂ
âEnough talk,â Yunjin says, pulling a takoyaki out and hovering it over her other hand. âThink we can eat this in one bite?âÂ
âReady to do this?â Kazuha asks.
âLetâs go.â Yunjin answers.Â
Youâre muttering to yourself behind the counter: âThe food is still hot, you idiots.âÂ
âI think weâll be okay,â Kazuha replies, leaning closer to the camera with her piece of takoyaki, âMight be a little dangerous, but weâre gonna do it anyway.â Youâre trying to fight the snort in your throat while youâre looking over to see both of them eat it, getting two solid bites into the delicious snack while youâre still watching them.Â
Kazuha leans back, covering her mouth while Yunjin hollows her cheeks, lips slightly open, breathing out hot air. Both of them move in opposite directions, but Kazuha follows Yunjinâs movement, keeling over to the right side. While that was happening, the table shifted from underneath, moving the camera and causing it to tip over to their right side as well. Soon after, Yunjinâs quick to sit back up and fix the phone to make it stand upright, laughing while Kazuhaâs face literally goes beet red from the hot food.Â
Rolling your eyes, you continue to make your own, paying no attention to the girls in the living room. You hear them arguing over how the takoyaki was still hot when Kazuha claimed that it wasnât, âI thought you checked that these were already cooled down.âÂ
âAnd I told myself that it wasnât going to be that hot still, but itâs that hot!â Yunjin says, mouth full while Kazuha is trying to fan her face.Â
Youâre leaning over again with the steam from the pot rising to your face, âIâll have that one extra piece for me,â telling Yunjin with a cracked grin, âThank you very much.âÂ
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(Kazuha claimed a while back one night, whilst youâre trying to conjure up a preliminary profile with the new phone number sitting in your phone, that there is someone who is equally bad as her. In terms of bad, youâre assuming that in all the ways Kazuha falls under. The appearance only shows half the tale when it comes to Yunjin; until your first date with her at the end of the week, of course.Â
Youâre also making the counterargument that Kazuha didnât even tell you that she and Yunjin were close friends in the first place, accusing her that the piece of information was âneed to knowâ leading up to the interaction later on with Yunjin in class that day.Â
âIâm telling you this now,â she says, stealing your onion ring from your fingers before you could even get a bite to it, âSheâs a freak just waiting to be let out.âÂ
âYouâre serious?â you say at the time, keeping eyes locked with Kazuha with a nursing cup of milk as your nightly beverage. The soft slurp is just audible enough to hear through your ears, âSheâs a lot like you in the way that she acts.âÂ
Kazuha bobs her head in agreement, âTrust me. Her and I did a lot of experimenting and research, even though we were like- in our teenage years, but you get the point.âÂ
Then you run a hand to your face, recalling every single characteristic with your fingers while Kazuha grabs another onion ring from the bowl. âOkay, so itâs like this: sheâs sweet, has this sort of attitude if she doesnât get what she wants, needy, doesnât clean up after themselves especially when it comes to their laundry, and self-absorbed with the help of their friends.â Â
âOuch. Who the hell hurt you?â Kazuha tuts, flipping you off with a stray onion ring thrown at you. Youâre laughing, but itâs all good vibes and jokes with your roommate.Â
âYouâre right,â she says soon after, âBut donât say I didnât warn you.â)
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All credit to Kazuha, for slightly playing the role of matchmaker. Though, itâs already a difficult task to do in dealing with her around the house - now imagine with two Kazuhaâs, figuratively speaking. The only contrast is, Yunjinâs outlook may be similar to Kazuhaâs, but sheâs entirely different that's way more appealing to you.Â
She breaks the pattern in your life in a lot of ways you donât expect.
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Unhinged.Â
That could be-Â
âLet me hear you moan, baby. I need to know how much you like this.âÂ
-one sure way to describe it.Â
Yunjinâs voice rasps against your ear, while the only thing thatâs pooling through your eyes is the carmine shade of hair, while her back is pressed against the door of the stall in the gentlemenâs room. Itâs some mixer that Sakura and Kazuha insisted that you two come along for fun; some alcohol is in the system, maybe itâs the heat from the amount of bodies on the dance floor, you donât really remember how you got to this position - not that it really mattered.Â
Sheâs got one of her long legs wrapped around you, a hand firmly grasped to the back of your neck while your is well worked past the elastic of her panties, curling a finger inside her that makes her sing these wondrous hums and whimpers, watching has her half-lidded eyes glisten in the low light hanging above; and those thickly rimmed specs of hers, the glance alone makes you want more of her. Itâs incredibly ethereal how she looks when her lids flutter shut, swollen lips half open when youâre edging her out even harder, cheeks flushed while sheâs doing this pliĂŠ motion on her single foot, hoping to fuck herself more with your fingers - sliding in and out in a steady motion for as long as she could hold it.Â
âFingers babe,â she breathes, nose wrinkling while youâre massaging her clit with your thumb, sinking all over her weight onto your hand. Her glasses slide off the bridge of her nose slightly, pressing it up before shooting her hands down to the button of your pants, feeling the hard line of your cock against the cloth, fumbling with the button until she successfully takes it apart. âYes, right there, ugh, god, please, donât stop..âÂ
âDonât you know I never will,â you tell her, twisting your face over to get her lips on yours again, attacking her neck while you manage to get her pussy to clench around your fingers more. âYouâre a greedy little girl arenât you? Wanting to get fucked in a place like this.âÂ
âYes. Yes.â Yunjin nods, compounding the right words while squealing with the drag upwards to her stomach, âIâll let you do anything to me, please, fuck me right here, I donât give a shit if somebody walks in, I want them to hear you fucking me with your cock.âÂ
The wistful inhale of breath through your lips is a moment of satisfaction, the second she gets her fingers wrapped around your cock, gently. She likes playing this little game with you, the kind of game to get you in the right mindset to where youâll drop all sensibilities with the sole intention - the only intention: to have you fucking her like itâs the one purpose youâre all good for with Yunjin. It can go both ways, but more often than not, itâs always her thatâs the one to get you over that sheer line of craziness, fueled by the reverberating sounds of her moans bouncing off the walls and words ordering you to put your cock inside her, pull you in to this inescapable black hole of lust that youâll come back to again and again and again.Â
âSo-â you shut her up with a kiss that she hums in content, âfucking needy.â And when you slip your fingers out of her warm cunt, that should solidify the commitment to finally build on what youâre working towards.
Until Yunjin takes your matters into her own hands.Â
The moment comes to you much like in a black flash; a blink and youâll miss it type of deal. One second youâre pinning Yunjin to the door of the stall, the next second sheâs pinning you to the door with her hands yanking your pants down, stroking your hard cock thatâs already leaking with every pump.Â
âDidnât you want me to, shit-â you try to ask, Yunjinâs lips making you not think straight, the intoxicating flavor filling your tastebuds, pulling your bottom lip slightly while shoving you deeper into the door. âI thought you wanted-âÂ
âShut up and relax,â she says, lowering herself to her knees as youâre getting vivid flashbacks to the exact same thing she did in the custodianâs closet a while back. âCanât let you have all the fun now, can I?â Â
Itâs funny how Yunjin enticed and waltzed her way into your life, without really selling anything significant until shortly after, to where she would find herself as this pliant puddle of wobbling lips and uneven moans; only to have the whole persona completely shifted to where youâre the one getting thoroughly fucked over, and falling for it every single time.Â
Never gets old, really.Â
Youâre still trying to process whatâs happening, maybe it could be the buzz whirling around your head, as this vibrant hum of the flickering light over you in the menâs bathroom keeps you conscious. When you look at Yunjinâs gorgeous eyes, almost like sheâs stargazing into yours, it doesnât help with the obscene act of her jerking your throbbing cock, lathering it lightly with those delicate flicks of her tongue starting at the base, working her way up while you can feel the beads of sweat start to trickle down from your forehead. Sheâs basically asking for it: to wrap those plump lips around your cock, use her mouth as the sole bucket for you to spill inside, make you forget about any current worries plaguing your mind.Â
Sheâs leaving these scattered chaste kisses across your shaft before pulling away, licking her lips slightly, mewling when she decides to play with you a bit longer, catching one of your balls into her mouth. The whole half of your upper body shifts, almost unsure what to do while her hand glides across your length with the help of her spit coating it. She rests just underneath the tip, puckering up at the sensitive area while your grip on her shoulder gets tighter. Itâs the fucking drag, the way she traces her fingerstips and tongue, sheâs so fucking evil.Â
âThose fucking glasses,â you grit, hand ghosting to the right side of her head like youâre trying to prevent some piece of artwork from falling, potentially ruining it. âYouâre not thinking about taking them off anytime soon, are ya?âÂ
âThis is my favorite pair,â she muses, raising a hand up to your chest while her soft lips slips the head of your cock into her mouth, a prelude for whatâs to come. âWonder how I would look with your cum on them.âÂ
âFucking. Filthy.âÂ
âHad enough yet?â Yunjin asks, teeny bit tipsy in her voice as she laughs, âDonât try to think so hard this time.âÂ
All of that tension in your fists suddenly goes away when Yunjin finally dips her head down, deep, deeper, where your hand shifts from her shoulder into her hair, slippery hot and soothing the more she bobs at the gradual pace. Your eyes canât help but zero their focus on the perfect glide her lips have over your shaft, increasing the suction every pull back and up till the back of your head hits the laminate behind you. Itâs a recurring lesson youâre learning each and every single time: the moment Yunjin has your cock in any way, she intends to unravel you with her hands, her lips, her pussy; sheâll get what she wants, all you have to do is just take it.Â
âFuck.â Is a word you can manage to say; the only word youâll keep saying, for that matter.Â
âMm?âÂ
Yunjin, is a perfectionist, an artist ready to give a jaw dropping performance; the way that her lips continue to slather up your cock, drawing back just past the tip, hollowing her cheeks slightly that makes you slap your free hand to the door to let her know that youâre teetering towards absolute chaos. She freezes for a second, just to build suspension, before picking up where she left off, taking you back into the unbelievable heat of her mouth, deepening the angle right to the base, until her nose grazes your hips, keeping you in her throat, feeling the first twitches get to you.Â
And when she looks up with your whole length, the gaze is undeniably impossible to break away from. Sheâs reading into the shallow breaths leaving your mouth, how your chest does these irregular motions when she ups the sensual pace to something desperate, working you with the added twist of her hand, jerking you while some of her shoulder is exposed from the leather jacket she was wearing. Youâll mark up that collarbone sooner in here or later at home, itâll happen.Â
Few minutes pass for what feels like an eternity, she releases your cock from her mouth, returning back to your balls while she strokes you with your free hand, purring at times that you can barely hear due to the loud music right outside the bathroom. âJen, you look so fucking good like that.âÂ
âLike it when I get your cock all fucking sloppy for me?âÂ
âGod-âÂ
She forces your right hand to a bundle of her hair, you follow the natural instinct to make it into a ponytail or bun or at least something to hold onto when she takes your cock back into your mouth. No verbal cue, just the implication is enough to know what she wants and what you like, simple as that.Â
Just when you think youâve kept yourself safe from the immeasurable amount of pleasure filling your mind, tensing up your balls and stomach to ensure that you can hold out as long as you could, the eyes and ears can only register her head bobbing back and forth in a consistent rhythm, hypnotized at the sound of those gags sheâs making along your shaft.Â
Youâve got two hands in her hair, hips thrusting while pulling her head back in to meet in the middle. Thereâs a slight adjustment of tilting her chin up, so that you can shove your cock a little deeper. Thank God that youâve secluded yourselves away from the crowd, not wanting anyone to see the campusâs âit girlâ take your cock so well into her throat. Nobody knows this side of her, except for you, and youâll keep that to yourself. Here you go, youâre telling her, keep gagging on my cock like this. God, you look so amazing, holy shit, I canât with your mouth, it feels so damn good.Â
Thank the stamina youâve built over time, holding out long enough while Yunjin continues her relentless assault on your cock, inhaling it every chance she gets. Sheâs got two hands dancing along the soaked shaft, hoping that the heat and friction combined would be the final push to make you bust right here and now. Itâs happened before, and sheâll make you cum like this again; all you have to do is just let her.Â
And so you say:Â
â-jin, Iâm gonna fucking cum.âÂ
Those enhanced eyes with those glasses of hers shoot up in excitement, popping her mouth off the head of your cock, furiously jerking it to no avail, with the only thing left to do is to break you. Your knuckles are probably white from the death grip youâve got to her hair, but all youâre feeling is the flattened tongue sheâs swiping on the underside, right at the tip until the contraction was too much to bear, and you let go.Â
In most cases like this - thatâs how everything goes.Â
The face she makes is probably one of the most angelic expressions youâve seen of her, the way her mouth opens in acceptance while her eyelids flutter shut. You let go in sudden pulses that diminish into jittery jolts, every sash of cum shooting out of your slit paints across the scaffold of her glasses, glazing her lens with the sound of content leaving her lips. An obscene image, thereâs cum everywhere across her face, on her lips, some of it got to her eye, and in her hair; the sensation of pleasure gets driven out as your shaft moves gently on her face, giving exactly what she wants, to see you ruined.Â
âGood fucking job, pretty boy. There we go.âÂ
The sigh that leaves your lips is much like a weight lifted off your shoulders. Eyes soon gandering down at the shimmering image of this devil in a daydream or something straight out of your fantasies, darting their tongue out and about with a smug grin spread across their face, with a pair of glasses in their hand with enough messy evidence to conclude that âwow, you actually came so much for meâ kind of deal was indeed, wow.Â
Sheâs humming along this little victory in her throat when you check her phone for the time, only for it to be snatched from your hands and-
The selfie session is actually salacious.Â
Yunjin shifts along the bathroom floor, next to your cock, camera angle ready and snapping away at the work that was just done on her. The poses she makes, puckered up lips and angling your delicate cock as the additional prop is just downright insanity from her. And you imagine if school wasnât really her kind of style, then the other line of profession that you know exactly what would definitely suit her well. Sheâs a slut in the making, oh wait- she already is one.Â
âAre you done?â you ask, moving your head around to ensure that thereâs blood flow while you have a hand down to help Yunjin up, âI think itâs a good idea to go home now.âÂ
When she finally stands up, she puts back the cum covered glasses on her face, scrunching her nose while some of the evidence on her forehead, cheeks, and chin just stay where it's at; almost like a wax candle after being blown out. That beautiful face is completely yours to ruin, and youâre contemplating on whether she should back out to the club like that.Â
âWe should,â she says, while a stray hand grabs yours, feeling the plane of creamy skin underneath across her waist, slipping underneath her tube top to feel the hard nub of her nipple. Her head lolls a bit with the same glint in her eyes, and it only tells one thing: this girl wants more. âIf you want to leave already.âÂ
Something snaps inside you, like a gear clicking in your brain to get it moving again. Legitimately, fuck. Sheâs got you all wrapped around her long finger, that pretty face thatâs just been defiled and fucked upon that most of her mascara is dripping at the sides because of her tears; youâve filled one hole in her body, whatâs wrong with one more?
So you swivel her around, press the front over her body to the door of the stall, strip off that annoying and bulky biker jacket she stole from your closet, pull her top to where all of her lower back could be seen in the dim light. Her hands are quick to slip out of her pants, just enough to where you see the fine curve of her ass, pulling her hips out so that you can get the right position to slide your cock into her. She tiptoes a bit slightly to make the process easier, and she gets you-
âSir,â she breathes, gasping out at the fufillment, âYour fucking cock-â Her head dips down while your length continues to part her walls. Itâs already a good thing that sheâs wet, but some of the leftover drool thatâs damp around the skin of your shaft, makes everything in her cunt just that wetter. Itâs slow, drawn out, and pure delight.Â
âYour cunt, babe.â Youâre gritting out, and you hear the bathroom door swing open to the laugh of a group of guys. The drag back is only met with the harsh drive back in, causing Yunjin to yelp out in pain. The group of guys sound confused at first, but itâs the audible slap of her ass that you make soon after solidifies the hint, and they hush each other to make sure that what theyâre hearing is legit.
She whines at the second or third slap while the guys standing outside the stall murmur in confusion, shuffling out of the bathroom while the pitches in her moans pick up along with your pace, grabbing a handful of her hair to pull her head up, angling the curve of her back where youâre sinking deeper.Â
âGod, baby, I canât-â she gasps out, feeling it all the way down that plush crevice of her pussy. Sheâs gotten so slick to the point where the glide feels effortless.Â
âUh huh,â you mumble, mind already drifting to a plane where youâd never see yourself return to. Yunjin has an outreaching hand backwards to somewhere along the top of your thigh, hoping to grasp with what little brain power she has while getting railed, your grip at her hips - how your fingertips are scraping along the fine skin, the visible red shade across the canvas of her ass when the light flickers for a moment before youâre drowned in darkness. âJust shut up and take it, like the little slut that you are.âÂ
Sheâs spilling out words and words of nonsense, giving you the limitless praises that youâll hear again and again, telling how perfect you are, with that fat fucking cock, choking up her cunt in all the places and spots where she knows youâll hit, the sounds of the slaps fading out from your ears like a soldier experiencing shellshock, penetrating her poor pussy untilâ
âI can feel you t-throbbing, please-âÂ
Christ, youâre cumming for a second time now. Yunjinâs hushed screech fills your ears while you pull out of her cunt, painting her ass across the slick skin. Sheâs pulling up the bottom of her leather jacket, hoping that you wonât hit, but you do. These white ribbons youâre spurting across the place will be a sight to behold; the things that this woman does to you, fist still wrapped tight around your cock while youâre seeing stars in the back of your head.Â
âJesus shit, Yunjin,â you warble, âfuck, I canât believe- ugh.â She shelters her face beneath the red curtain of hair, slouching forward while youâre holding her at the hips still, thumb rubbing across the sides while the words coming out of her mouth are still incoherent, still in the utter awe of the defiling act that was committed in this bathroom stall.Â
(Shit, youâre saying, we forgot about Kazuha and Sakura. What would they think? The look on their faces when they see Yunjin completely soaked in cum, theyâll probably congratulate her, considering the kind of freaks they are.)Â
Yunjin finally stands up, guiding your hands to the bottom of her waist, twisting her head back so that you can inhale the sweet stench of sex emitting from her body, grinning with no care in the world. Itâs unreal how she is, but youâll chalk up a final thesis down the line.Â
âIâll say this again,â she tells you, turning around to let you have a closer look of her face still drenched in your cum, âLove it when you cum so much for me.âÂ
âYouâre not serious about walking out of here looking like this.âÂ
âI am.â She projects, dropping her frames a bit slightly so that her eyes can hover above, âThis is proof that Iâm yours to the world. Now let's get out of here with Kazu and Sakura so that they can know what you just did to me.âÂ
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Predicting Yunjinâs next move or quirk is practically a dice roll at times.Â
Most times, itâs pretty easy and straightforward with all of the usual activities and shenanigans around school or at home. Sheâll be in the cafe with you, buzzing her lips while youâre sitting across from her editing something for a commission or writing up a paper that will work towards a letter of recommendation if you pick and choose your professors wisely. Youâll look up to see that rich smile, something that will send your heart beating away double time from the first glance. Maybe on the way back home sheâll sneak a candid picture of you doing absolutely nothing, and sheâll adore it because youâre just being yourself.Â
On other occasions, sheâll come pin you down or bring something up unprompted. All it really just takes is a simple conversation to get it going.Â
âHey, youâre done?â she asks, standing in the kitchen one night, whipping up one of your favorite comfort foods that will always be the problem solver: smoked salmon mixed with some vegetables. âThought that you were never gonna come out of that room alive.âÂ
âYeah,â you answer, ruffling the back of your head while your feet scrape across the hardwood, âThat portfolio was a little bit tough to get started, but itâs almost there. Stomachâs killing me anyway so-âÂ
âCame just at the right time. Itâs finished, have a seat.â
Thereâs something domestic with this style of living youâve constructed. Wondering, maybe through the little hole in the lock of a door, what it would be like for you and Yunjin to have a place together. With stable incomes and the space wide open enough for literally anything and everything that you and her could imagine together. Itâs all there, but itâll be a matter of time before you cross that bridge.Â
Yunjin twists around, smitten at the fact that youâre sitting across from her with your head resting on your hand, just watching from afar while your girlfriend is doing one of the most plain acts in cooking. Sheâs in your hoodie, a bit oversized to where it covers past her hips, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, thereâs a soy sauce stain on it where the pocket is - you just wore that yesterday, but itâs fine. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âBecause I can?â you answer, stifling a laugh.Â
She ruffles her messy bun a bit (since she knows thatâs your one true weakness), putting the wooden spoon in her hand to her mouth, tipping it along her chin, scanning your expression with narrowing eyes, pulling her bottom lip inward slightly, clearly not satisfied with the vague reason.Â
âAre you thinking about me naked?â She asks, tilting her head to the left. âI can see you imagaining it right now.âÂ
âNo.â
âYou are, arenât you?â
With you saying nothing, the staring doesnât help and itâs telling her otherwise.Â
âYouâre already imagining it!â She exclaims, pulling the wooden spoon in her hand back, nearly ready to throw it at you. All you give her is the simple shrug with your shoulders, proving her suspicions right, but youâll be proud in not hiding things from her, especially if it leads to sexual escapades later.Â
âGo wash your hands, dirty boy.â Yunjin instructs, giving a âshooingâ motion with her other hand while youâre standing up from the chair, not saying a word but using your face and arms to dispute her claim, despite being completely right and youâre picturing her not wearing anything beneath your hoodie anyway. âI canât have you fucking me later if the tank is empty.âÂ
Softly laughing, you give her a pfft underneath the sound while looking away, already twisting your body towards the dark hallway where the bathroom is. âI was thinking about something else,â you tell her, cocking your head to refute her observation, âbut I was also picturing you naked without my hoodie.â
âMhm, okay. Sure.â she says, giggling while youâre walking away defeated, looking at her phone resting on the counter while you make headway to the bathroom. âDonât spend too much time in the bathroom with your hand, by the way.âÂ
She notices the middle finger youâre giving behind your back, but youâll listen and honor the request.Â
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Some days, she just does things without an explanation. Forget about questioning as to what or why, the glare in her eyes have sunk so deep into yours with this heavy urge to just let Yunjin have her way and show no restraint to what she wants from you.Â
âNo? Iâm not really doing anything right now.â She answers, parting your legs while youâre shifting your hips forward to the edge of the cushions, feeling the layer of shorts and boxers get discarded in a few seconds. Kazuhaâs on the other end, probably giving a debrief or probable game plan to get with a guy whoâll be fucking her later; itâs one of those weekends again, the usual business.Â
You pay no attention, scrolling away lifelessly on three different social media apps with the occasional jump to reply to this group chat for one of your classes, seeing the crimson hair hovering right over your crotch while Yunjin takes your cock in her free hand, slowly stroking to full hardness.Â
Looking over, she locks eyes with you, wearing her favorite pair of specs; the thickly rimmed ones, to be more specific. Those doe eyes magnified ten times while her long fingers work around your growing cock, leaving a slow kiss along the side while sheâs listening to Kazuhaâs verbal dump on the phone. âWho me? Iâm just on the couch, sucking cock. No big deal.âÂ
Just as youâre about to say something, probably a quick ânoâ to let Kazuha know of the complete opposite on the phone, her tongue swirls at the underside as her mouth seals around the head, pressing a bit across the sensitive area until your hips give up the lightest twitch off the seat.Â
Itâs so, so fucking warm in there.Â
This is a problem.Â
Yunjin hums this sort of answer, shimmying her head to take the rest of you into her mouth, simmering your length with a giggle as Kazuhaâs muffled voice through the phone, probably rambling on about her recent adventures with Sakura that you donât know about. Youâll think nothing of it, locking eyes with her while she pulls a bit of her hair over her ear, swirling tongue at a vein while her hand floats across your stomach, then down to your thigh, feeling the light scratch of her nails as she continues to bob her head up and down.Â
âIâm gonna say something if you just-â you hush while the vice around your cock tenses up your legs and hips, feeling the press of your heels onto the floor while Yunjin muffles herself again. Some of her hair trickles down to the inner side of your thigh, holding onto some of her hair while your mouth is parted open, vacuuming your gut from the inside as your ass is practically off the seat.Â
This is gonna get entirely fucked over if she doesnât play nice. âYunjin, I swear to fuck-âÂ
Youâre stroking the crown of her hair, bobbing at a consistent pace now. At this point sheâs just listening to Kazuha explain to Sakura now about her troubles with her friends with benefits, free hand thatâs not holding the phone now at the base to hold your cock still as she does this party trick of pulling her mouth over her teeth - and the slide of her lips across the soaked surface is so sensitive, and youâre fighting every natural impulse to not ruin this just for your own pleasure.Â
Itâs so subtle, the way her tongue passes through, swirling the stiff line beneath, lips wet and warm across your cock, sliding in every way she pleases; your phone is pretty much off to the side, forget about texting back that group chat for your class.Â
She pulls back, moaning while thereâs a visible line of spit from the tip, âHuh? Oh, I donât have any plans for tomorrow. But we can go with Chae if sheâs free.â She smiles widely, hand skating up the length to keep you pulsing. âMe? I just have this one assignment, but Iâll have him help me when weâre done here.âÂ
âCan I? Uh-âÂ
âYeah you can remind him, Zuha.â Yunjin glares, licking her bottom lip, kissing the area between your base and balls, tongue flattening and elevating up the side. She can tell that youâre getting agitated, with every passing second of her hot mouth and the addicting feeling of how her lips wrap around you, hoping to let her push you over the edge. âAlright, have fun with your dick appointment, girl. Iâll see you soon. âKay, bye.âÂ
There could be a vein or two popping out of your brain and neck, and Yunjin flashes this mischievous smile, hand sliding on the upper half of your cock while her mouth nurses the base, beautiful hazel eyes crossing as one of your feet slip out from under the coffee table, head hitting the cushions while this girl between your legs take full control of the lower half of your body. A hum leaves your throat, slurring, Yeah, fuck. Thatâs all youâre able to say, but itâs fine. Relax, Yunjin will take good care of you, always does.Â
Once she stands up a bit, twisting your cock to ensure that itâs still ready for whatâs next, you donât even remember her being in just her panties. The blank canvas of holy skin, the even divide of how her waist forms to her hips, long legs moving one over the other, and that ass is literally a treasure from another planet. âYouâre the absolute worst,â you tell her, hand moving to touch the rare artifact that is her body; so perfect and ready for you to absolutely fuck and ruin. âIâll remember that for later.âÂ
Yunjin swings her ass, pulling her lacy black panties to the side, one hand to your the top of your leg while the other is still wrapped with your cock, teasing the head with her glistening lips, dipping down to get that first rush of new heat; youâre groaning at this point, as her face hides but you can imagine the satisfied expression when she inserts you in.Â
âBaby,â she mutters, keeping herself sliding down the fullness of you, letting every edge of your thick cock press against her walls - the feeling itself is too much to handle. Her ass crashes down, a measured test from the first move. Youâll make a rein with anything thatâs within reach. The ass is one option, the crease where her hips and legs meet; her tits also, and let's not forget about that waist.Â
Youâre pulsing again. Her heat choking your cock is molten, you can hear the gasps in her breath, the sighs of delight from your own, filling her cunt like it's the only thing needed as of right now.Â
âIâm so gonna get you back,â you growl, âby filling up your sopping little cunt with my-âÂ
The movements still for a bit, but the grind she does when she bottoms up your length at the hilt; you couldâve came right then and there, though you did everything in your power not to - not yet.Â
She trembles for a second, muttering some nonsense that will have no attention towards while her pussy lips keep you focused on the grip - how it slides up and down. She stops, only to rise with her knees while giving the slightest look back. Fucking insane.Â
âPlease,â she begs, âIâll let you do anything to have you cum inside me.âÂ
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Sometimes, Kazuha likes the sudden change of patterns with the things you do with Yunjin.
Consider it to be a full circle moment to from watching her bring her fuck buddies over to the place, now itâs her watching you have your fun that was bound to happen sooner or later. She always brings that up once in a while, just to tease you. Thatâs the partial point of the social construct of college: to get with people and see if things work or not. If they do, great; and if they donât, well thatâs just part of the fun anyway.Â
âReally?â Kazuha asks, amused at the sight taking place in front of her: Yunjin splayed across the kitchen countertop, âYou two really have no shame.â She says, watching you lick your heart away over the skin of her naked body as Yunjin rakes her fingers into your hair, lets out a shaggy exhale when your lips slide up from her chest back up to her neck.Â
You look up, clearly fed with what the observation was brought up now.Â
âWhat can he say,â Yunjin groans out, caressing the back of your head when youâre nestled right underneath her jaw, âLover boy here got a little hungry after our study session.â She giggles when you hit her favorite spot right at the pulse point, hands trailing underneath her back when she arches while her arms hook your back to keep the contact going.Â
You pay no care to Kazuha, keeping your priority on Yunjin, whoâs squirming at every touch and lick youâre giving to every discovered part across her body. âCanât seem to get enough of me.â
âWhipped.â Kazuha laughs, walking behind you to the fridge, grabbing two bottles of water to take back to her room. âI was wondering whose shirt it was sitting in the middle of the hallway.â She looks over your shoulder, seeing her friend completely marked all over; up and down, neck and chest tattered with hickeys and bite marks, legs spread apart where your hips sit in between. âAre you coming tonight?âÂ
âTo where?â You ask, letting a stray hand to her tit while youâre looking over to give Kazuha the proper attention. âI thought you didnât have plans tonight.âÂ
âI didnât,â Kazuha says, âUntil Sakura finally let me have a go with her on and off fling sheâs been seeing for the past two weeks. She showed him a picture of me and was like, automatically into me. Now Iâm gonna close the deal with him.âÂ
âAre you now?â Yunjin asks, on an elbow while your stray hand trails down to her clit, lightly massaging it to keep her occupied. Sheâs tugging on your shirt, keeping a close eye to your fingers dancing along her leaking slit, sighing prettily. It didnât take that long for her to get comfortable with Kazuha being in the house while youâre fucking her on any given time of the day, and the idea of privacy was thrown out the window long before that.Â
âSo that explains the fake ID sitting on the coffee table,â you tell her, feeling Yunjinâs hands on the elastic of your sweats, unveiling your cock when you take the hint and assist. âBut donât you have your own to use? Or did you lose it?âÂ
Kazuhaâs extended period of silence says everything that you need to know about her situation. And the fact that it had Chaewonâs picture on the card, proves the slightest concern thatâs rumbling through her mind right now.Â
âKazuhaâs still a good girl at heart.â Yunjin observes, shuffling to the edge of the countertop while youâre tugging along the length, lightly tapping her core as the purrs start to fill up the kitchen. âYouâll be fine, weâll move back to the room before Sakura comes to get you. Promise.â Her head hits the marble when you slip inside into her cunt, hooking onto the top of her thighs as the irregular breaths coming out of her start to stabilize. You havenât even sunk all the way in yet, sliding until youâre parting her soaked lips, making her feel full.Â
âI think you should go to Kuraâs.â You add, looking up while composing yourself in Yunjinâs tight pussy. âWould be better for her to see that youâre ready at her place rather than the other way around, I think.â The slick should be the only thing youâre worried about now, her hand grasping onto your wrist when you drag out the first few times, gradually picking up the pace while the lovely glow on your girlfriendâs face starts to set in. âJust try to match the same hairstyle like Chaeâs in the picture, and youâll be fine.âÂ
Kazuha nods, pursing her lips while she starts to step away. âAs much as I love to sit here and watch, Iâll treat myself to my own cock in about a few hours.â She walks away while youâre nicking your head and Yunjinâs waving a loose hand goodbye as Kazuha makes her way back to the room, relaying your focus to the girl at your hips getting slammed with every hit your cock makes into her sweet spot.Â
âNow that sheâs gone, where was I?â you say sweetly, shifting your hands upward to her hips, admiring those pretty pussy lips, clamping up her cunt.Â
Yunjin loves how wrecked you get her, itâs an essential thing that will keep her going, the way sheâs sighing out all of the praises and sounds, âG-God, please. Fuck me more.âÂ
You donât even have to think twice about it. Because thatâs the typical Huh Yunjin style she proses. It comes in a cycle, going on and on and on for as long as you could recall, unsure how things fell to the way that it did, but youâll be there to listen to everything that there is to hear coming both from and out of her lips.Â
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(The funny thing about patterns, is the sense of normalcy at how things are around the apartment.Â
You donât even hear the front door open since youâre heavily focused on Yunjinâs thick ass bouncing back on your cock, giving yourself time to breathe while sheâs doing all the work for the next few moments. Kazuha peers through the crack of the open door leading into the room, a lone pair of eyes finally catching the picture of you two on the bed; thereâs her forehead, slipping back out into the hallway in a string of laughs.Â
A sole assumption that Sakuraâs skill for matchmaking helped Kazuhaâs love life get it in the right direction.)Â
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Youâre not entirely sure how things flowed this way.Â
Though, itâs been really easy to get swept up in all of the different responsibilities falling onto your plate as the weeks continue to pass. Assignments get turned in on time, some parties are on the calendar every few weekends, and the days are winding down until youâve got that degree in your hand. Only a matter of time before the real worldâs calling, but that bridge will come when you get to it.Â
âWhat's the measured response?â Yunjin asks one day, tilting her head at an angle while watching something on her iPad, âI know the whole premise of this show but, Iâm literally lost at what the final movieâs overall theme is.âÂ
Sheâs got her feet up on the seat, you on the opposite end zoning out after she made you cum down her throat in a corner hidden away from everyone else at the library, not trying to let the sounds of her soft moans fill your ears as sheâs slurping your cockâs life away in broad daylight (technically working hours, but you get the point.)Â
âI mean, the movie itself is-âÂ
âAmazingly depressing, unsettling, downright traumatic. I think I might just cry.â Yunjin answers, leaning forward as youâre wrapping up a page of some Murakami book that Sakura handed to you for an early graduation gift. âIs that book also depressing to read too? I know Kkura said that she has a couple at her place.âÂ
You look at the front cover. Norwegian Wood was pretty much a blind read, and Sakura herself didnât really tell you what the whole story was about to begin with. So far, itâs been intriguing with every ten pages or so, aside from the fact the love interest has got some issues by a third of the way in? Maybe halfway? Youâre flipping pages whenever you can because itâs a good way to pass time.Â
Yunjin leans a little more across the table, studying your features, the way that your eyes move with every passing word in the passage, pursing her lips with every small nick of your head when thereâs something interesting to note or probably worth annotating later. She thinks that youâre being intrigued, when in reality, youâve just discovered another thing about the main love interest thatâs running the âoh, what the fuck?â in your mind just now.Â
A look up slightly above the pages, and sheâs sitting there. From her eyes alone theyâre staring at you in admiration.Â
Itâs still impossible to tell what this woman wants from you sometimes.Â
âWhat?â you ask, softly giggling when sheâs giving this quizzical look with her knuckles resting under her chin. âI thought you said you needed to study?âÂ
âI did,â she shrugs. âIâve just come to the probable conclusion that youâre an interesting human being.âÂ
âWell what the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
Yunjin bobs her head confidently. âYouâre a smart guy.â An outreached hand over yours to close the book, her eyes flick back to you again while youâre trying to observe her body language, the way her glances exchange from seeing you to some passerby walking in the library. âIâm sure youâre still thinking about earlier.âÂ
Your jaw drops slightly, repulsed at the sly wink that sheâs giving you. Thereâs no deniability coming from you, sheâs just pulling the rope at every urge within the bones in your body to see what she demands. âAnd what if I am?âÂ
She grins, finger between her teeth, âWhat do you say we get out of here then?âÂ
Youâll follow her back to the apartment in a heartbeat.Â
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A quote is said at the end of a lecture one day from your finance professor: âThis too, shall pass.â The interpretation alone could be applied to a wide variety of things throughout a busy schedule. It could be passed as advice, a lesson, a reminder; or at least a simple mantra to go by once youâve reached the crossroads from one turn of the page to the next.Â
Some of the remaining morning classes get skipped.Â
Some of the study sessions leading up to finals get cut short.Â
Every passing day until the eventual break has been met with a metric of unpredictability that you still canât quite fathom about. Thatâs the beauty of what life has to offer, actually - to break the solid cycle of that routine thatâs basically second nature up until now, do stuff thatâs worth the fun without worrying about whatâs to follow after. Youâre always on the receiving end of this, getting pulled by Kazuha or Sakura or Chaewon or literally anyone thatâs willing to peer pressure you into doing the stupid shit that they always get themselves into.Â
At the end of every probable argument, Yunjin always gets the final say.Â
Doesnât matter if youâre fighting the sounds rumbling out of your chest, or the endless streams of begging please keep fucking me coming out of her. What keeps you in is the way she rolls her hips, slowing the movement for a second when sheâs reaching over to the nightstand to grab her phone, answering Hanniâs call as she has a hand to your mouth to keep quiet. The drag alone is an overload for your brain, falling off the edge till youâve got your load fucked deep enough into her pussy and get several more after because she wants it.Â
Sheâs got the phone between her shoulder and ear, âyeah, got it. Okay, awesome. Iâll see you soon, yeah, mhm, weâll be there, Iâll tell him. Yes, yes, yes. Uh huh, bye.âÂ
God, and when she pulls herself up to a kneeling position over you, looking below at how well your cock fills her. Itâs making you want to do all of the things she knows youâll do to her. Put her in her place, have her screaming until the neighbors next door come over to complain for the hundredth time, and for the love of god, just keep her hips there so that you can-
âMake a mess of my pussy baby. I want to feel it so deep inside me.âÂ
This side of herâŚman. Itâll happen now, and it will pass. But it will most definitely come back again soon.Â
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The weeks after blow by like a bullet train, and before you know it, itâs grad season.Â
Itâs a few days before everyone in your cohort gets the sought out reward of walking across that stage and pulling that tassel from the left over to the right. Youâre at a party hosted by one of Sakuraâs friends, taking it easy in one of the seating areas in the backyard with the overhanging lights, occasionally fighting off the bugs that come every now and then. Consider this to be a tune into one of those many conversations:Â
âSo what are we thinking?â Youâre looking down to see Yunjin lounging, head on your lap as her lanky legs are taking the remaining space at the left side of the couch. âYou still havenât told me about your new interest in art recently.âÂ
She looks up to your hand massaging her head before returning eye contact with you, staring, contemplating before giving an answer. âI told you. I like the whole dreamy, pastel, impressionist vibe from certain works.âÂ
âSo like Van Gogh?âÂ
âKinda. Iâm more into Sorolla and Monet.â Yunjin answers, voice lighting up. âNow that I think about it, a trip to France would add years to my life.âÂ
You nod in agreement, but your attention gets diverted to the beer pong table beneath the awning, watching as Kazuha and Sakura win their game with their new boyfriend. Just by looking at them, itâs pretty odd to see how itâs working, but youâll give props to the effort theyâre putting in.Â
Yunjin then sits up next to you, stretching her limbs, yawning a bit with a pout at the end. Her hair shuffles down her shoulder, flashing her face towards you, bright smile and squinting and eyes flickering. Sheâs doing that thing again: trying to assess whatâs going through your thoughts right now, hoping to pick apart your brain bit by bit since sheâll manage.Â
âWhat,â you ask her, head falling horizontally, âis there something on my face?âÂ
âI guess youâre on the edge,â she tells you, shifting her body closer to yours, examining your appearance with a move of your hair to the side, tracing a finger tip along the lines of your face; to the cheekbones, then the jaw, dusting off a stray leaf on your collarbone before cocking her head back in questioning, âRelax, Iâm just trying to figure out whatâs really on your mind.âÂ
(Consider it to be Yunjinâs signature idiosyncrasy. Sheâs good at reading faces and eyes, connecting the dots of what oneâs true thoughts are. It falls into a certain structure, the way that you answer her questions, how your body reacts to hers, the key habits that falter when sheâs getting warmer to something. You envy how good she is at reading between the lines, wishing that sheâd be anything else but that.)Â
Though, two can play at her game. âI think you know whatâs on my mind.âÂ
Her eyes glisten off of the floating lights from above, fading laughs in the background like thereâs this bubble encapsulating you two. Sheâs been in this scenario so many times before, and from the look in your eyes, it leads to one thing and really one thing only.Â
She grins, pulling her bottom lip inward with a twirling finger to the end of her hair, âSo. You wanna like, get out of here?âÂ
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#allow me to bitch for a second#but Iâve had. three very emotionally difficult months#and if Iâm honest itâs been emotionally difficult since july#if Iâm really really honest itâs been emotionally difficult since March 2020 NSMSMSMS but you know what I mean#Anyways! since mid December my body has just been steadily falling apart#(oh god now Iâm scared this is post having covid syndrome???????? Amber CHILL)#so yeah I have been Unwell since December and itâs all been stress/trauma related#but one and a half weeks ago it culminated to the point I was nearly crying in pain and was sent home#and now last week I have barely worked#and every day I wake up hoping for it to be over but itâs not#and the PT said she didnât know how long it was gonna take I just had to rest and take pain killers and try to move where I can#but I canât even hold my phone for too long. I canât sit behind a computer. it hurts when Iâm sat at a table for longer than 30 minutes#and I had an event/gala on Friday I was hosting that took me the entire night from 6 til 3 am#you can imagine the special hell that was for me (but I powered through donât ask me how)#and Iâm just scared that. itâs never gonna go away?#That Iâll never be able to have a normal life again#I know this is the anxiety speaking and I know this is my body responding to an emotionally distressing time#and everyone asking if Iâm feeling ok yet just adds more pressure because no one gets how alienating it is!!!! to be like this#itâll pass again probably. hopefully#but it SUCKS#and Iâm tired of being nauseous and in pain and it feeling like someone is stabbing my arm and neck all fucking day#and nobody knowing how long I have to sit through this#hhHHHHhHHHHH#okay anyways.#feel very lonely very sad very scared very frustrated#ill go sleep I guess#at least asleep I canât think <3#which both my pt and my mum told me to stop doing BUT ITS THE ANXIETY YALL IF I KNEW HOW I WOULDVE
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 18 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Short notice before the start of a deployment was bad enough, but Bradley was left worrying about so much more. And if he didn't figure it out quickly, he thought he might lose you. How would you and he make it through the worst kind of time apart?
Warnings: Fluff, oral sex, smut, angst, adult banter, desperate Bradley, 18+
Length: 4100 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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Your boyfriend was acting strange, and now you had the distinct feeling he was lying to you. You sat on your bed after work on Friday with tears in your eyes as you tried to process the fact that you barely heard from him after you sent the topless picture the day before. Usually that kind of thing got him going in a good way, and he kept telling you he was fine, but it didn't seem that way. You just couldn't figure out what happened.Â
A few minutes ago, you texted him about the plan for the weekend. You really wanted to talk to him about your upcoming winter break, too. You were supposed to be heading to his house right now, but you were having second thoughts as you read the latest message from him again.
I know we were supposed to go to Salvatore's tonight, but I think we need to talk instead.Â
This sounded so bad to you. It didn't sound like he simply had a long day and just wanted to relax on the couch with you. This was something that built up over the past two days, and now you felt tears in your eyes as you scooped up your overnight bag and headed out.
"Just get it over with," you told yourself as you drove. You tried to focus on your playlist, but your mind was wandering to the plethora of reasons why I think we need to talk spelled disaster.
After you fought your way through rush hour traffic and pulled up to park in front of Bradley's house which you were supposed to move into next month, you noticed he was sitting on the porch step, waiting for you. And he didn't look very happy.
"Hi," he greeted with a poor attempt at a smile as he slowly stood and made his way over to you. He looked tall, broad and handsome in his uniform, but he didn't call you Gorgeous.Â
"What's wrong?" you asked, not even bothering to get your bag out of your car before you met him halfway up his walkway.Â
He pulled you in for a hug, and you could feel his lips on your ear as he lied to you again. "Nothing's wrong."
"Bradley," you said, trying to pull out of his grasp. He let you go, but now he wasn't even pretending to smile. You swallowed and whispered, "You've been acting strange since yesterday. I thought maybe work was getting to you, or that you just needed a day of quiet to yourself. But clearly this has to do with me, so just tell me what's wrong."
"It's not you," he replied instantly, taking a step closer with a pained look on his face. "God, it's absolutely not you."
When you looked at him more closely, it was obvious he was exhausted. Like maybe he hadn't even slept last night. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his shoulders were sagging forward just enough that he looked almost defeated.Â
"Bradley."
He looked down at the sidewalk before meeting your eyes again. "I found out yesterday... I'm being deployed."
The wave of emotion didn't hit you as hard as it could have, because you'd given this a lot of thought, but you were still rendered speechless. You'd mentally planned for this. Deployments were a way of life for him. But the tears were back as you asked, "When?"
"Day after Christmas," he murmured miserably. "But that's not all."
Your voice wouldn't work as you looked up at him, vision blurring his handsome features into something that was almost frightening. "What?"
He paused while you swiped at your eyes, and just when you thought you were going to have to force it out of him, he said, "It's with the Atlantic Fleet. Out of Norfolk, Virginia. They... they said they want me permanently."
"No," you sobbed, realizing that your tears were starting to roll down your cheeks. Now it made perfect sense. You knew why he'd been acting so odd. "You want to break up before you leave."
"What?" Bradley replied, his voice sharp as he reached for you again. "No. No, Gorgeous. I don't."
You felt ridiculous, crying in his arms in his front yard, but all you could say was, "Then why didn't you just tell me yesterday that you're going back to Virginia?"
"Fuck," he grunted, tucking you tighter against him. "Does this mean you don't want to dump me?"
You inhaled the smell of his deodorant and jet fuel as you cried. "Why on earth would you think I'd want to dump you? I'm in love with you."
He started to back toward the front door, his hold on you never relenting as he murmured, "Now that I know you're not going to leave, let's go inside where we can talk and snuggle on the couch."
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Bradley had been waiting on his porch step for almost an hour for you to arrive, thinking there was a real chance that you'd drive off again. He was tired and hungry, and he'd spent the last day and a half trying to figure out what was going on with his job. But more than anything, he was afraid you hadn't changed your stance on falling for a guy who lived on the opposite side of the country.
Shit. He made you cry. You were still crying as he led you over to the couch where you ended up sitting on his lap. He was trying to wipe your tears away as you just shook your head. "I'm sorry, Baby," he whispered. "I didn't mean to upset you like this."
You sucked in a few breaths before you managed to say, "Let me make sure I have this straight. You're leaving for Virginia. And you don't know when you're coming back, if at all?"
"Yeah," he whispered. There was no point in beating around the bush about it. "The deployment out of Norfolk is a done deal. Leaving on the twenty-sixth is a done deal. I'm trying my hardest to fight the rest of it."
"You can do that?" you asked, letting your forehead rest against his.Â
Bradley kissed you softly. He couldn't stop himself with you this close. "I'm trying. I don't want to leave San Diego. Virginia used to feel like home, but it hasn't for a long time. Especially not since I met you. So a permanent change of station is something I will fight until they force it on me."
You kissed him this time, and he knew nowhere would feel like home without you. But he couldn't retire yet, and he didn't want to have to ask you to uproot your life for him. He just made himself dizzy, chasing his thoughts around in circles.Â
"Is there anything I can do?" you asked.
He wanted to beg you to stay with him no matter what, but he couldn't do that either. "Remember when I was deployed last time and you told me you were afraid I was stationed somewhere far away from you? And how you would have to brace yourself to say goodbye instead of pursuing something?" You nodded against him, arms around his neck as he whispered, "I thought about that all night last night. About how this could be the end for us."
"Stop it," you said before pressing your lips to his. "I don't feel that way anymore at all. It wasn't even a deal breaker when I said it months ago, and I hadn't even met you in person yet. I'm not going anywhere, Bradley. We'll figure it out."
He eased himself down along the couch, keeping you firmly on top of him as he sighed in relief. Suddenly fighting for his job with the Pacific Fleet didn't seem as daunting. He had to figure it out though, because he wanted to stay here and get married. "Say my name again?" he asked, knowing exactly how much you could calm him down when he let you in.
"Bradley," you whispered, settling against his chest as he closed his eyes.
"I love you, Gorgeous."
He didn't realize exactly how tired and stressed he was until he woke up close to midnight, alone on the couch with a blanket draped over him, still wearing his uniform and boots. As soon as he opened his eyes, his head was pounding from the events of the week, but he could smell something cooking.
Bradley rolled off the couch while his stomach growled, and he made his way into the kitchen where you were wearing his sweatshirt and making a grilled cheese sandwich while you looked at your phone. "Hey," he murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You quickly swiped out of the photo album and tossed your phone aside.
"I was going to wake you up soon. You have almost no food here, but you need to eat," you told him, turning to face him. He had no food, because he originally planned to take you out tonight, and now there was no point in going grocery shopping since he was leaving. Your expression was unreadable, and he didn't like that.
"What I need is to spend as much time with you as I can between now and Norfolk." Your lips curved up into a small smile. "I should have told you what was going on as soon as I found out."
You nodded. "I know we haven't been together long, but I'm taking this pretty fucking seriously, Bradley."
"Me, too," he promised. "And it's really hot when you swear." When you laughed, he felt so much better. "Listen, you're absolutely stuck with me now, okay? I'll figure this shit out, but you're stuck with me, and we're going to get married someday."
"Sounds good," you replied easily, still smiling. "But right now you need to eat."
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You felt better with Bradley's arm around you than you had all day. You couldn't believe he'd been hanging onto your words from his last deployment. You were surprised he could still possibly think that distance would mean anything to you. Both of you agreed not to get ahead of yourselves. Uprooting your life and your career would leave you devastated, but you'd start over again for him.
"Were you just looking at the dirty picture you sent me?" Bradley asked as he bit into half of the sandwich while another one cooked.
"Yes," you whispered before nibbling on your own sandwich half.
"Shit," he mumbled, dropping his food back onto the plate where he stood in the kitchen. "I never even told you how much I loved it."
"No. You didn't."
He wiped his hands on his uniform shirt. "God, I keep fucking up. I got so sidetracked by the orders from Norfolk that I couldn't even think. I loved that photo."
You turned away to flip the second grilled cheese sandwich in the pan. "I thought you got tired of me sending them." Bradley's hand moved faster than his brain as he flicked the knob on the stove, turning it off. "Hey," you protested, turning to look at him again, but he pulled the spatula out of your hand and tossed it into the sink. "Bradley!"
He mashed his lips against yours, silencing you as his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer until you were pressed tight to the front of his body. Then he let his hands slide along your bare skin from your legs, over your perfect ass, up until they were on your lower back. "I'll do better," he promised. "And right now, I want to show you how not fucking tired of you I am."
A minute later, you were on your back on the edge of his bed, legs thrown over his shoulders while he ate your pussy. Your fingers were tangled up in his hair as he knelt on the floor, and his sweatshirt was bunched up above your tits. "I will never get tired of you," he swore before licking a long stripe up to your clit. If you thought for a second that he would want to throw in the towel over long distance, he needed to make sure you understood he never would.
"Bradley," you moaned as he sucked on your clit. His insignia pins were digging into the back of your thigh, as was his name tag. He would figure this out. He would figure everything out. Leaving in a handful of days was not ideal, but as long as you still wanted him, he was all in.
"Oh my god," you whined, back arching as Bradley realized he was being a bit rougher with you than usual. But he couldn't stop. His fingers were digging into your hips, holding you in place as you tried to rock against him.Â
His mouth was demanding as he sucked on and plucked at your clit, but you just kept getting louder for him. Your legs were shaking, heels digging into his shoulder blades, but he didn't stop until you came. With his tongue still swirling your clit as you yanked on his hair, Bradley quickly unzipped his khaki pants and pulled himself free. He positioned himself at your entrance as you tugged until his mouth was on yours.
"You liked it rough," he grunted between kisses slick with your arousal.
"I did," you answered, rolling your hips to take the tip of him. As your fingers trailed down to his pins, you asked, "Are you going to fuck me, Lieutenant Bradshaw?" He watched you gasp, mouth agape as he filled you with one deep thrust, and then your head tipped back as you moaned, "I'll take that as a yes."
His lips found that sweet spot next to your ear that he loved to kiss. "I just want to ensure that you'll miss me as much as I miss you while we're apart."
Your voice was softer as you said, "You don't have to worry about that."
Bradley kissed along your neck and told you how much he loved you before absolutely pounding you into the mattress.Â
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You and Bradley slept in so late on Saturday morning, you heard him wander out to the living room when Natasha arrived to go for a run to tell her he'd workout on Sunday instead. When he tried to slip back into bed, you rolled over toward him.
"Sorry. It was just Nat. I forgot I told her days ago that we could run." He gathered you against his chest and kissed your forehead.
You grinned and said, "I heard you tell her that the love of your life was more appealing today than working out."
"I sure did," he grunted and ran his big, heavy hand down your back. "You're always more appealing than anything else, Gorgeous. But if I don't run, I'll gain so much weight. You know how much I eat."
A smile found your lips as you thought about the rough sex followed by another round of grilled cheese sandwiches at two in the morning. "Can we skip Salvatore's again tonight? I'd rather stay here and feed you. We can go to Salvatore's when your deployment ends and you return to San Diego."
Bradley sighed. "And if I get told my new station is in Norfolk?"
You pressed your fingertip to his lips. "We're not humoring that thought yet. Instead, we're going to snuggle and fuck and maybe watch a Christmas movie. Okay?"
"Nothing has ever sounded better."
After that, Sunday was spent with the two of you trying to use up as much of his food as you could. You even managed to bake some cookies that he ate a dozen of in one sitting, and then you found a strand of twinkle lights in his hallway closet where you discreetly squished a spider without telling him. You helped him hang the lights on his porch railing as he laughed and said, "I don't usually celebrate holidays anymore."
"You do now," you informed him, making a mental note to have your students make some cards for him this week before he left. Bradley would be very busy over the next few days, and you didn't want to stress him out about the holiday. But just when you were about to ask him if there was a chance he'd want to spend Christmas Day with you before he flew to Norfolk, he said, "Maybe we can get Thai food on Christmas, and you can help me finish packing?"
You nodded and tried to keep the tears at bay, afraid to admit to him that the future you were so sure of was scaring you a bit. Being without him for a deployment was manageable, but the last thing you wanted to do was move across the country. At least you'd have your regular pen pal back while he was on the aircraft carrier; having Bradley in your email inbox on a regular basis again was better than nothing.
"That sounds perfect," you told him, knowing you'd do whatever it took to make this work.
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When Bradley was called in to talk to Cyclone, he was exhausted for a different reason. Although the weekend started out laced with uncertainty between you and him, it bloomed into something sweet. On Sunday evening, you held his hand and walked along the windswept beach until it got too chilly, and then you helped him start packing. You'd had some tears in your eyes that he brushed away as you folded his clothes into tiny rectangles and stuck by his side.
Now the only uncertainty he felt came from the U.S. fucking Navy. With a deep breath and squared shoulders, he opened Cyclone's office door after he knocked. It wasn't surprising that Mav and Warlock were there, too, but he couldn't tell if that was a good sign or a bad one regarding a change of station. He raised his hand into the proper salute.
"Admirals. Captain."
The three men returned the courtesy before Cyclone sank into his office chair. "Have a seat, Lieutenant." His voice sounded gruff and perhaps even more annoyed than usual as Bradley slowly sat down opposite him. "Captain Mitchell," he barked at Maverick who procured a folder from behind his back and handed it to Bradley. Then he turned toward Bradley again and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lieutenant Bradshaw, you'll report to the USS Gerald R. Ford in a matter of days to rendezvous with the air strike team."
Bradley nodded and skimmed the paperwork inside the folder regarding the sensitive nature of the mission, but he didn't much care about what they wanted him to do when he got there. "Sir, can you tell me where I'll be stationed once this mission is completed?"
Cyclone leaned back in his seat, brow puckered, arms crossed over his chest. "Naval Station Norfolk has, as you know, requested you specifically to round out their Super Hornet team permanently."
"Yes, Sir," Bradley replied, practically choking on the words. He would have never thought the promise of Virginia would feel like a threat to his happiness, but here he was. "I would really prefer to stay in San Diego," he added, trying to keep the pleading tone out of his voice.
Cyclone leaned forward in his seat with a weary sigh. "Admiral Simpson, Captain Mitchell and myself all agree that the Pacific Fleet is very well balanced at the moment. Losing a reliable pilot to the Atlantic at this point would not be ideal." The tension in Bradley's body eased up momentarily before Cyclone said, "But I can only do so much to keep the status quo when there is a clear need across the board."
Bradley wanted to ask why nobody else was even in consideration when Warlock cleared his throat and said, "There's a price to pay when you're the best of the best."
There was a beat of silent agreement amongst the four of them before Cyclone heaved a deep breath. "I'll do what I can," he said simply. "In the meantime, prepare for your flight to Norfolk. The information is in the folder. And prepare to be out of communication with any and all civilians for the duration."
Bradley's heart stopped. He opened the folder again, but his eyes couldn't seem to focus on the words in front of him as the pages all blurred together. His fingers scrambled as he swallowed hard, and finally he looked up at the older man seated behind the desk. "No communication at all. For the duration?"
Cyclone nodded once. "You are dismissed, Lieutenant."
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It was just something silly, but when you saw it while you were out shopping, you bought Bradley another Christmas present. You wrapped it up in red and gold paper along with the Mira Mesa Elementary School sweatshirt you got in his size. Then you threw the gifts along with the collection of cards from your students in your overnight bag and tried to keep yourself calm as you drove down to Coronado.
You would have a few days with your boyfriend at the beginning of your winter break before you took him to the airport and sent him off to Norfolk. There would be plenty of things to keep you busy while he was away, including packing up your apartment before your lease ended. But now you'd be moving into his house without him there.
All of the twinkle lights and decorated trees gave you a bittersweet feeling in the pit of your stomach as you drove down his street, but at least this time when you parked, he jumped up from his porch step and met you at your car.
"Gorgeous," he breathed, wrapping his arms around you. His old sweatshirt was currently keeping you warm, and you really wanted him to have his new one for his deployment. You kissed him hard, noting the look of apprehension on his face, but chalking it up to the stress of the unknown.
You kissed him again and kept your arms around his neck as he picked up your bag. "I was going to say we should wait until Christmas morning, but I want you to open your presents now."
His voice was deep and raspy and right next to your ear as he led you inside. "You did not have to get me anything." He kissed your cheek and added, "I need to tell you something important."
"After you open these," you agreed, reaching into the bag and pulling out both gifts before he set it down.
Bradley studied your face before running his thumb along your cheek. "Sure. After I open these."
He took the wrapped packages as you tugged him toward the couch with your hands on his bicep, and you ended up halfway on his lap as he carefully tore at the paper like he didn't want to harm it too much.
"Just rip it," you said with a soft laugh, but he shook his head and looked up at you.
"It's too pretty," he replied. "And nobody gets me gifts, ever. Unless you count coupons for steak dinners from Natasha."
You laughed a little louder as you imagined the laundry list of weird gifts his best friend must have given him over the years. When he finally had his hands on the sweatshirt, he sat frozen with a smile on his face. "I love this. I kind of feel like an honorary faculty member at your school."
"You're a legend in my classroom, Bradley," you promised, snuggling a little closer as he set the shirt aside and carefully unwrapped the second item. This one would mean more to you while he was away, and you hoped he understood just how much you were going to miss his voice and his touch. But you'd still have something from your pen pal.
"Oh," Bradley said softly as he held the navy blue stationery set on his lap. It included note cards, luxuriously thick paper and a gold pen. You could already picture his handwriting on the pages.
"We can go back to being pen pals for a bit," you whispered. "I'll be refreshing my email inbox and waiting not so patiently for my mail to arrive. It'll be great. That's how I fell in love with you in the first place."
"Gorgeous," he groaned, setting the stationery down on his coffee table before burying his face in his hands. "That's not gonna happen."
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Atlantic Fleet, here we come. But for how long? No pen pals. No email. No letters. This deployment already hurts. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 19
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ONE. OCTOBER 1 | FUCK OR DIE
GOT ME CALLING OUT FOR HELP (S-O-S) [3.8k]
in retrospect, it was only a matter of time before you got hit. you should consider yourself lucky â there are worse fates than being fucked like your life depends on it (itâs gotham. of course it does) or: you get hit and jason deals with the fallout
content warnings. f!reader, dubious consent due to intoxication, chemical aphrodisiac, established relationship, dry humping, fingering, penetrative sex, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, prevention of pulling out.
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It goes like this:
On a monday evening, Pamela fucking Isley decides to take her quarrel with Gotham's newest weapons company â God, could they fucking give it a break? B had only busted the last one a few weeks ago before they'd brought the city down on everyone â to new heights.
Jason's sitting in traffic with a bag of groceries slung around the handle of his bike when he gets the call. He's eager to beat you home, ready to make you dinner and heavily intent on wining and dining you after a long weekend of missing each other.
His fingers tap against his thighs impatiently, impatience sitting beneath his skin like an itch. Spikes of activity during the week had meant his plans for Friday night â dinner and a deserved night off â had been pushed to the backburner. He'd returned home in the early stillness of dawn, unable to get more than a couple of hours with you before your phone had rung, a friend's emergency pulling you out of bed with an apologetic grimace and a promise to reschedule your date night.
The headset in his ear notifies him of an incoming call, the syllables of your name dulled by the clinical, robotic voice of his phone's intelligence system. His mouth curves up into a smile beneath his helmet.
"Hi, baby," he answers immediately. "I'm on my way home, you need anything? I just left the store but I can go backâ"
You cut him off in a tight voice. Later, he'll be ashamed that the first thing that comes to mind is, not another fucking postponement. Now, his brows furrow at your tone, stomach dipping uncertainly when it becomes clear that this is something more serious.
Your voice wobbles, high-pitched and tearful. At the same time, the dash on his bike begins to flash in rapid succession, the paging system he'd installed for the bats to communicate with him glaring back at him, blood red.
ORACLE: CHEMICAL LEAK DOWNTOWN. BATS + R.ROBIN EN ROUTE. ALL UNITS STANDBY.
His dread plummets and for a moment his throat closes over. You're speaking to him but he struggles to make it out through the ringing in his ears.
"Jason, I'm â I'm home but I don't â I don't know what to do."
He bites back a curse and tries to swallow the lump in his throat, grappling for words of comfort.
"It's okay," he soothes, straining to keep his voice level. "Listen, sweetheart, can you go lock the door for me? I'm â shit â I'll be home soon, alright? It'll be okay. We'll fix it."
He doesn't give himself time to linger on the call after you confirm you've locked it, barking out a command to dial Oracle that his system fails to pick up twice, only registering after he steadies himself.
She picks up on the third ring. It irritates him how unfazed she sounds when he explains the situation to her. He hears the click of her keyboard in the background, the hum of her monitors. Each passing second as she patches through to Nightwing is agony and the slow crawl of traffic does little to help.
His leg has begun to jostle the bike with the weight of its shaking when she returns to their call.
"You're not going to like this," she says and he feels the bile rising in his throat.
"What." He grits it out through his teeth, unable to manage much more than that. He hears Oracle sigh.
"Looks like an aphrodisiac," she says clinically. "Her plan was to get them caught compromised enough to lose credit publicly."
"Oracle." She hears his growl for what it is â Tell me whether or not it's over.
"It's non-lethal," she affirms and he sighs harshly. The tightness in his chest loosens ever so slightly as she talks. "Ivy let it off near city hall because most of the shareholders were scheduled to hold a meeting â that's where your girl works, right? Alf's working on an antidote but she should be relatively fine until it's ready. Just â keep an eye on her."
Tim joins the line then and Jason startles at the sound of his voice in his ear.
"I don't know what the fuck she wanted to achieve," the boy grumbles. He's a little out of breath and in any other situation, Jason would have something to say about that. Tonight, he's not in the mood for jokes.
"Red," he barks out. The kid makes a distracted noise, and he can hear the sounds of a scuffle on the other end. "You tell Ivy if anything happens to my girl, I'll make sure she's next."
He doesn't wait to hear what's sure to be a non-committal answer at best, kicking off and veering between the lined up vehicles. There's an outroar from the drivers around him, laying on their car horns. Someone pokes their head out of their window to scream at him.
He hears none of it, the blood rushing in his ears keeping him single-minded.
This string that twines him to you isn't new. It wears signs of age, shows the years in the way his fingers reach for yours in the early moments of his day, the turn of your eyes to his in any room. He's seen a few summers with you at his side but the fear â
Blood, coagulating, the cold brush of death, splintered wood beneath nails and a haunting smile
â the fear never stagnates.
A bitter, resigned shard of him breathes out as he speeds through the streets. A veritable sword over his crown, this almost seems expected. Loathing colours the skyline and he, the fool, to think he could hold this one, precious, beloved thing unscathed.
He forgoes the groceries in his haste, leaving the bags in his haste to throw himself up the stairs and out of the parking garage. Pulse thundering in his ears, sweat coating his palms, he scrabbles with the key to your shared apartment.
The door flies open and a hand is grabbing him by the front of his shirt before he can slot it through the lock.
You, wild-eyed and frantic, pull him inside with a bitten off sob.
"Shh, shh, I'm here, come here."
He kicks the door shut, reaching behind him to flip the locks with one hand. The other curls you protectively to his chest, fingers splaying over your back. The sight of you calms him considerably and he chokes out a stuttered breath, the lump in his throat dissolving to give way for a flood of relief.
You're burning in his arms, the thin undershirt you've got on soaked through with sweat, face glowing with perspiration. Eyebrows knitted, you cling to him tighter and he finds himself making noises of comfort.
"Jason, I â"
"Shh. I know, honey, I know," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are tearful, salt spilling over lashes and rolling down your cheeks. "Come on, let's get you to lie down."
"No," you whine, pitching miserably as he shuffles the both of you towards your bedroom, face creasing with every movement. "Hurts."
"I know," he whispers, hating the way his voice cracks. His eyes burn painfully. "'ll get you a towel, alright?"
You're deposited on the bed and he makes a turn for the bathroom, wetting a cloth. When he enters the bedroom again you've pushed yourself up, kneeling on the bed. You've shed the pants you'd worn earlier, left now in only and undershirt and your underwear. His name falls from your lips pitifully and he steps forward, lips turning down into a commiserating frown.
You shy away from the cloth when he presses it against your forehead, letting out a hiss as it makes contact with your burning skin. He brings a hand to the nape of your neck and you seem to like that much better, sighing under his touch. Jason takes advantage of this to keep you in place, mopping the sweat off your face and neck, trying his best not to give into your dissatisfied squirming.
"I know, I'm an asshole," he mutters, when you cry out his name, displeasure making itself clear on your face. "Get better so you can yell at me for it, alright?"
"Don't wanna â yell at you," you mumble, wetting your lips as they part.
He clocks the dilation of your pupils a little too late and shakes his head adamantly, trying to draw back but you've got a hold of his shirt, pulling him forward. He catches himself with a hand agains the headboard, a knee pressing into the mattress beneath him.
You stare up at him, mouth turning down into a pained grimace.
"C'mon honey," he mutters, pleading, feeling his face flood with warmth. "Don't do this to me. Be good, you'll be alright, okay? Any minute they're gonna call and tell me Alf's got an antidote ready â shit, maybe we should just drive you there now -"
"No," you sob, face crumpling under the weight of your tears again, pushing up on your knees to fling your arms around his shoulders. The effort of the movement makes you stutter out a gasp and he's forced to band an arm around your waist to steady the both of you.
Your tears wet the skin of his neck, your body pressed flush against his. He becomes aware, regrettably, of the skin beneath his fingers, your undershirt having ridden up to expose the softness of your lower back.
"Please," you hiccup into his shoulder. "Please, Jason â Please."
He'll have to ask Oracle later if second-hand exposure to the toxin is supposed to have an effect on him. At the touch of your chest to his, he feels himself warm all over, mouth drying when you begin to keen, arching up into his touch in an effort to get him to do something.
"Fuck," he curses. "Fuck. Alright, just â come here."
He kicks his shoes off, the sneakers clattering against the floor, and crawls onto the bed properly. Sat up against the headboard, he meets your baleful gaze with a raised brow and reaches for you.
Jason shakes his head when you go to straddle his lap, maneuvering you against his chest until your back rests against it. You let out a whimper, displeased, but he shakes his head.
"This is all you're getting, alright? Just â it'll tide you over until they call."
He spreads your legs until they hang over his own, your thighs bracketing his and leaving you open. His blood thunders in his ears, hand trembling as he reaches it up to your mouth, fingers prodding at the soft plush of your lips.
Your tongue laves at his digits, a muffled moan trapped in the recesses of your throat. One of your hands curls around his wrist, the other perching against his thigh, nails curling against the fabric of his jeans. He can feel you shift against him, hips canting ever so slightly over his own.
Awful, wretched, lecherous, he stiffens under the movement, jeans tightening. His free hand wraps around you hip with the intent of pinning you in place and stopping you. Somehow, he finds himself guiding you back and forth instead.
You tip your head back against his shoulder, baring the soft line of your throat as you drool around his fingers. He can feel the wetness pooling around his knuckles, the softness of your ass against him, separated only by a few layers. If he cranes his neck, he'll probably find your panties sticky with your need. The thought alone makes his eyes flutter.
The room is blanketed in muffled whimpers, the whispers of rustling sheets and his shaky breaths. You've quietened down some since he'd gotten his fingers in your mouth, but the heat seems to have returned with a vengeance when you begin to fuss in his lap again. Your fingers dig into his thigh and you whine, tugging at his wrist in an effort to push his hand where you need it most.
He hushes you with a squeeze to your hip and tips your face to meet his. Bleary eyed, silvery tracks smattered across your cheeks, you're struggling to hold on. He lowers his mouth to yours, a chaste kiss that deepens when you part your lips to lick into his mouth.
"Jason, come on."
"No, don't take it off," he whispers when your hands make to tug your underwear off. You whine and he hushes you again, "Shh, I'm going to take care of you, be patient for me, alright?"
He slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and watches you shudder at the first swipe. Similarly affected, he feels himself twitch when his fingers make contact with the soft slickness of your flesh, gliding against silken folds.
"Oh," you sigh, sagging slightly into him.
"There you go." He presses a kiss to your sweaty temple, trying to pretend this is just another night together and he's being a loving boyfriend, that you're not delirious with want just because of the toxin running through your bloodstream. "That's my girl."
He presses gentle circles against you, closing his eyes and ghosting his mouth over the curve of your shoulder. The smell of sex is thick in the air, that heady musk and sweat that he could drown in. Your breaths come in pants now as he works you open gently, thumb rolling over your centre.
"Just like that," he rumbles, straining to keep his head on straight. It's difficult, when you arch against him, his name spilling from your lips in adoration coloured mewls. Your arm raises, curling behind you to embrace his neck.
It doesn't take you very long to come, pent up and sensitive â he discovers this when his hand grazes over your chest to stroke your face and you keen so loud he fears he'll come in his pants at the sound, your mouth, bitten raw, dropping open as you moan. A few strokes against your centre and you come apart in his arms, hard. The tremors wrack your body long after the fact, your core pulsing around his fingers.
He, ever the fool, expects this to sate your hunger.
Whatever Ivy's put in her newest concoction is potent. You gather your breath quick enough and it becomes apparent that just the one isn't nearly enough. He's pushed back against the headboard, stunned into silence as you clamber onto his thigh, pawing at him like you can't get close enough.
You struggle with the fabric of his shirt before giving up and any questions he has sputter off into silence when you begin to rock back and forth on him. The denim of his jeans is unforgiving against the thin, sodden material of your underwear, providing a harsh friction that you lose yourself to. He watches, his heart racing, you taking your pleasure for yourself.
It isn't as though you've never done this in front of him â he remembers, blurry, the aftermath of a dinner date that had seen you riding his thigh on the couch, still in your dress.
But this⌠This feels different.
There's an urgency to this, a franticness running beneath your skin that pushes your hips down harder, more unforgiving. Your face screws up, salt misting your cheeks and neck.
For a moment, Jason almost feels as though he's the one that's been hit. You take on a blurry quality, smudged around the edges like wet paint, wanton, hazy. A gauzy film over his eyes, he blinks, and blinks.
When you come once more, it shatters and he's aware of the stain that's bled into the dark denim on his thigh, a stickiness that's smeared between your thighs. Your panties are ruined and he gulps when he drags his gaze up from between your legs to your face.
Quiet, hungry, you're already staring at him. Your chest heaves with exertion but you remain still otherwise, lips parting in invitation, eyes half-lidded.
"Babyâ"
"You said you'd take care of me," you intone beseeching, voice affecting a trembling, delicate quality.
Fuck.
He's never been good at denying you much. Already, he feels the urge to take you into his arms and promise to make it better, but he forces his hand to stay, curling his fingers in the bedsheets.
You crawl forward, until your lips are ghosting over his, eyes swallowing his field of vision until all he can see are the stars in your irises. He feels the
"Jason, please, it still hurts," you whimper quietly, a wounded noise that carves him from the inside out, guilt and shame poisoning his every nerve. He's at war with himself, wanting to ease your pain â he feels responsible for it, in a way â and hesitating similarly. Is this right? Is it okay?
Before he can come up with an answer, you press your mouth to his.
The last of his inhibitions crumbles completely under the plush of your mouth.
He rolls the both of you over, relishing in the gasp you let out, the sight of you splayed against the mattress. He's quick to divest himself of his clothes, tugging his shirt off recklessly, not minding the sound of ripping fabric he vaguely registers hearing. The jeans go next, and his underwear in one, flung to some corner of the bedroom.
Your spit slick mouth curves up into a delighted, drunken smile when he crawls over you, body eclipsing yours with every intent of ravishing you.
Jason holds himself up with one hand, the other reaching to the bedside table and rummaging in the drawer for the box he keeps there. Only, he comes up short and dread dawns over him in a cold wave when he remembers â
He'd used the last of the condoms a few nights ago. It hadn't mattered in the last couple of days, the weekend too busy for the both of you to do much else but curl up next to each other, too exhausted to consider working up a sweat.
"Fuck," he whispers, shaking. "Fuck, baby, there aren't, umâŚ"
Your eyes fill with tears at the unfinished sentence, a hiccuped sob stuttering out of your chest.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he tries to soothe you, a hand smoothing down your face. "I'll just â I'll run to the store, I'll be back before you know it."
"No, please, justâ" Watery eyed and upset, you tug him closer as though fearing he'll take off. "I don't care, I don't, I just â I need you, Jason. Please."
He stares at you, heart thundering in his ears. "Fuck you without â"
"Need you now," you whimper, lips tugging down pitifully into a pout that cuts through his chest.
It isn't as though this is his first time fucking you raw â
Tipsy laughter, hushed whispers of it's fine, just once, we'll get the morning after pill.
â but still. This is different, another ballpark entirely.
You stare up at him, desperation in every crease and curve of your face, pleading with him. Too far gone to care, you beg him.
"I'll, um," he rasps out, throat dry, "I'll pull out."
You make some sort of noise that sounds like a vague affirmation, tugging him closer hastily. Poor, pretty girl. His chest aches at the sight of you, needy, looking to him to fix it.
"I'll fix it," he finds himself muttering, lining himself up with your entrance. You've similarly taken to murmuring under your breath, hands carding through his hair, devotion in your every touch.
"Need you so bad, please, please, baby."
The slick that smears against his head, the soft warmth of you, nearly makes his eyes roll back into his head. A drawn out whimper spills from your lips at the press of his hips, the first inches of him pushing into your tight heat.
You sink into the mattress as he notches himself further inside, mouth opening. You paint an obscene picture, your lips bitten raw, naked chest arched. He lowers his head to mouth at your nipples, teeth teasing at the sensitive points. You're warm, so warm beneath him â around him.
He's given only a moment to breathe before you push your hips up, impatient. Fucking yourself against him, your fingers dig into the muscle of his back for leverage, tucking him close enough to you that he brushes against your neck and tastes the salt on your skin.
Jason sets a harried pace, bucking forward against you. You begin to cry out again, every resounding slap of his skin against yours drawing out a moan that curls tight around him and presses down on his stomach. You exchange panted breaths between open mouthed kisses, tongues and teeth clashing messily, muffled pleas that beg for more, more, more.
Filthy, debauched, it doesn't take very long for you to approach your peak. Jason, lost in the wetness of your cunt, feels his own building and knows this is a dangerous game he's playing, toeing the line of recklessness.
"Close," he pants, feeling the tell-tale fluttering of you around him, your orgasm imminent. If he can just hold out until he's gotten you there â
Your legs wrap around him, hold so tight he's not able to do much more than rock against you in desperate, quick rolls of his hips.
"Inside," you warble. Your hands come to cradle his head, coaxing him down to kiss you, licking up into his mouth sweetly, teeth catching on his bottom lip. "Mmh, please, baby? Please? I â Jason â want it so bad, need you inside."
"Oh fuck," he gasps, voice hitching, breath stuttering. His face creases, overcome, and you grin, dazed, drunken, pulling him into another sloppy kiss. What's he to do?
You scream into his mouth at the same time that Jason comes. His vision whitens at the sensation of your pulsing heat, the unforgiving tightening that demands his orgasm. His fingers dig into the soft flesh at your hips, burying himself to the hilt and surrendering to your claim.
Warm and wet around him, the evidence of his debauchery coats the inside of your thighs and clings to the base of him. He's light-headed, a little winded, and it takes him a moment to gather his sensibilities. When he looks down, he finds you a boneless puddle beneath him, eyelids fluttering tiredly.
He should pull out. He knows he ought to â but he's broken so many rules, what's another? Jason gathers you in his arms and rolls over gently, tucking you against his chest, a hand skimming up and down the length of your spine comfortingly.
"Fuck," he whispers out into the air, and you murmur atop him. He glances down, meeting your bleary eyes. "Y'just had to go and get caught in that crossfire, huh?"
"N'my fault," you grumble, pressing your face back into his chest.
"Gonna give me a heart attack," he grumbles, dropping a kiss to your crown. Then, with a look over at the bedside table, he jostles you a bit. "Hey. Don't fall asleep. We still have to get you the antidote."
"Wake me when 's ready," is your answer, tone somehow managing a prissiness unexpected of someone who'd just been fucked to within an inch of their life, and he drops his head back into the pillows, incredulous.
This girl would be the death of him.
first kinktober 2024 fic let's go!! i genuinely didn't think i was going to be able to commit to kinktober this year (i'm still nervous about whether i'll be able to) because finals are literally just around the corner and i'm stressing. but hopefully you enjoyed the first installment to this year's kinktober and the coming ones don't disappoint, either!
#jasonsmirrorball#jay my heart#jason todd x reader#jason todd x reader smut#jason todd smut#x reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#jason todd fanfiction#kinktober 2024
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Deed I Do
Real Dad Dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x Daughter Puppy!reader (one shot)
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, incest, age gap (Leon is late 40âs and reader is late 20âs), hybrids, jealous Leon, short and sweet, dirty talk, grinding, unprotected sex, breeding kink, knotting, creampie
ETA: this was a commission but Iâm a dumbass đ
Kofi commish by @bumpkin-batch
Word count: 1999
title from Deed I Do by Ruth Etting
Leon stretches, bones and joints popping loudly.Â
âLooking forward to that retirement, Iâll bet,â Jill jokes as she passes by him to sit at the desk behind Chrisâ.Â
âYeah, yeah,â he rolls his eyes and stands up from his desk chair.Â
He usually works away from Chrisâ desk, out on patrol alongside his owner, but after turning 40, they kept him pushing paper and training new pups. This new batch coming in has him excited, although heâd never admit it. Itâs the very first litter he sired back when he was in the breeding program decades ago.
âAww, arenât they cute!â Rebecca coos as Chris brings in the new lineup of would-be police dogs.
Leon would roll his eyes, but heâs too busy cataloging each of the new pups. There are seven in allâfive boys and two girls. Aside from the girl on the end, theyâre all stoic and calm. She, on the other hand, keeps letting her emotions get the best of herâtail wagging happily before remembering to stay still.Â
Leon has a really good feeling she wonât be cut out for police work. It sends a little pang of worry through his chest, but he squashes it down in favor of watching them. As theyâre put through their paces, Leon keeps an eye out on the girl. Just to make sure she does what sheâs told.Â
Weeks fly by in this new routine. A few of the recruits are turning out not to be fit for police work. The girl is definitely too friendly and useless at trying to apprehend someone breaking the law. Another pup, a boy, is too hyper. Heâs already broken through three harnesses and accidentally bit an officer.Â
But still, five out of seven new police dogs isnât anything to sneeze at; Leonâs proud the majority have what it takes, like himself. The boyâs already been adopted by Barry. His two daughters have been begging for a hybrid to play with after school, and with his energy, heâll be a perfect fit. The girl, on the other hand, is much too sweet and soft. Leonâs been keeping an ear out for what theyâre going to do with her.Â
Heâs taken a liking to the pup; sheâs earnest and kind, something he doesnât get to see every day. Sheâs started to hang around Chrisâ desk with him when the recruits have free time. It could explain why Chris suddenly springs it on him that heâs taking her home at the end of the week.Â
âSheâs just not going to fit in here,â the dark haired man gestures to the empty office, âand I donât want her going to a shelter to sit for god knows how long. You two get along, and this way you wonât be home alone when you retire next month.â
Leon scoffs, but secretly heâs extremely pleased about the new situation. His own little girl is getting to stay with him. He can teach her all the things she wouldnât learn here, especially with him being gone. And sheâs so sweet. Heâs happy he can spend this time with her and not have to worry about the job.Â
Friday rolls around, and youâre a ball of joy. Leon even finds himself smiling at your excited chattering while he leads you out to Chrisâ vehicle. You grow quiet on the drive to your new home, but your tail wagging assures Leon that youâre happy. Chris helps you get settled into your new room, right next to Leon, and gives you a quick tour of the house as the dogman follows behind.
There are a few bumps in dealing with a new pup in his space, but Leon wouldnât change it for anything. Heâs looking forward to retirement just that much more. In the meantime, he shows you the ropes. Cuddling, playing, annoying Chrisâyou guys do it all together. You groom each other too, something Leon finds himself seeking out more and more. Lately, youâve been smelling downright edible.Â
Heâs had to excuse himself from your cuddling before he gets too hard to hide it. Youâve also been extra clingy lately, practically gluing yourself to him at every chance you get. Leon calls it quits midweek, and as soon as Chris opens the front door, youâre pressed all along Leonâs side with a wide smile.Â
âCongratulations!â You kiss his cheek, and he gets a whiff of something sweet and tart, making his mouth water.Â
You usher him into the kitchen and throw out your hands, âTa-da! I made your favorite!â
Grinning, he ruffles your ears, âThanks, sweetheart.â
You bite your lip, ducking your head out of shyness, âThanks, dad. I hope you like it.â
Picking up the fork, Leon takes a bite of the lemon cake. Sweet.. tangy.. soft.. moist. The errant thought that this is what your cunt might be like makes his eyes flutter closed with a groan.Â
âItâs good?â Your eyes peer at him, ears perking up.Â
âDelicious,â he pats your head, and your tail whips back and forth.
âChris, you have to try some!â You call out, heading back into the living room.Â
Leon takes a few more bites, mouth salivating at the taste. He needs to get his shit together. You bring Chris into the kitchen with you, and Leon watches him shower you with praise over the dessert. You become more and more flustered, and an ugly feeling of jealousy rears its head in his chest.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
With a start, Leon blinks, realizing a low growl has been building up in his chest.Â
âYeah, sorry, just thinking about something,â he clears his throat. âWell, Iâm beat, so Iâm going to take a shower and head to bed.â
âOh, okay,â your ears droop, and it makes his heart hurt.Â
âDid you need me?â
You pick at your nails, âCould we watch a movie together? Iâm feeling kinda under the weather.â
Warm satisfaction suffuses him over your asking him and not Chris, âSure, just meet me in my room once I finish showering.â
âOkay!â You smile brightly and hurry off to your room.
âIâm glad you guys are getting along,â Chris chuckles before stuffing another bite of cake into his mouth.Â
âDonât eat all of it,â Leon points to the dessert, âthatâs technically for me.â
âItâs one slice,â Chris rolls his eyes.Â
Leonâs nose twitches, and he waves his owner off, heading to the bathroom. After showering, Leon wraps his lower waist with a towel before realizing he didnât bring a change of clothes. Itâs a habit heâll have to learn to break since youâve moved in. Sighing to himself, he makes his way to his room, hoping you havenât come in just yet.Â
His hopes are dashed when he sees your wide-eyed look as you lay in bed. His sheets are gonna smell like you, and it makes his cock twitch. Pulling in a deep breath to calm himself, he nearly chokes as your sweet scent floods his nose. He knows heâs looking at you a little too heatedly.
âSorry, Iâll get dressed.â He finally breaks eye contact and heads to his dresser.Â
He throws on an old tee and slips on a pair of sweats under the towel before tossing it in the hamper. You scooch over to make room for him, and as soon as heâs lying back, youâre practically clambering on top of him. You throw one thigh over his legs, the heat of your cunt a hot brand against his leg. Burying your face against his chest, you nuzzle and scent your way up to his neck.Â
âDad,â you whine, âI feel sick.â
âSick how?â He murmurs, trying to clear the fog in his brain as you subtly grind against him. âHave you been taking your meds?â
You shake your head no, pressing your nose against the pulse in his neck.Â
âI ran out. Chris is sâposed to pick them up tomorrow,â you mumble, lips brushing against his skin and raising the hair on his neck.Â
âOh, baby,â he croons, cock chubbing in his sweats. âItâs heat sickness, my sweet pup.â
No wonder youâve smelled so good lately. He grips your hips and helps you straddle his lap.Â
âTake these off,â he snaps the band of your shorts, âgonna make my sweet girl feel better.â
Whimpering, you quickly slip off all your clothes until youâre sitting completely naked on his thighs. He pushes his sweats down just enough to free his hardening cock.Â
Your tail thumps against his legs. âSmell so good, dad.â
âSo do you, baby,â he helps you sit your chubby pussy on his cock, pressing the thick length against his abs. âJust rub against me.â
Nodding your head, you brace your hands on his forearms as they grip your hips. Whining, your pussy lips part around his cock, and you slowly rut against him, dragging your slick all along his fat dick.Â
âThatâs it, doing so good giving daddy a pussy job,â he groans, jerking you back and forth as you frot against him.Â
Whining, you hump down against his cock, precum and slick smearing across your cunt until thereâs a sticky mess between you both. Leon grunts, feeling his knot starting to form at the base of his dick.Â
âFuck, gonna make daddy pop his knot, baby,â he drops his head back as you moan loudly.Â
âWant it, please dad, my pussy feels so empty,â you pull away, shiny strings of slick clinging to his cock.Â
âShh, shh,â he runs his palms up your thighs before bringing one hand back down to grip his cock. âIâll give it to you, but you gotta be quiet for me, okay?â
âOkay,â you whisper, biting your lip when Leon slaps his cock against your pudgy clit.Â
He uses his thumb to press the head down to guide it into your drooling hole. You both pant and sigh as you slowly sink your cunt down until you're flush with your dadâs hips. Leonâs eyes nearly cross from how tight you are, walls soft and wet as they squeeze his cock.
âSo good, fuck, gonna knot you, sweetheart, knot this sweet little pussy,â he growls out, pulling out to shove you down onto the mattress.Â
He manhandles you onto your stomach and yanks your hips up before fucking his cock back into you, bottoming out in your squelching heat. He sees you bite down on the pillow to muffle the cry that slips from your mouth. Your pussy flutters and grips his cock tightly, sucking him in until the tip kisses your cervix. Growling low, he roughly pumps his hips, slipping his cock in and out of your perfect pussy.Â
âYouâre perfect, fucking meant for me,â he leans forward to bite and kiss your neck, âfat pussy a perfect fit for my cock.â
âDad, dad, feels so good,â you whimper brokenly, âwant your knot, want your pups, daddy.â Â
âFuck,â he snarls against your ear, cock pistoning deeper into your greedy hole. âCum for me, pup, and Iâll knot your wet pussy.â
He reaches underneath you to circle and pinch your swollen clit. You thrash and buck against him, mewling and gasping as he works you closer to your orgasm. His knot catches at your hole, and as soon as your back arches, your pussy cumming around his cock, he shoves his knot past your clenching hole and locks you together.Â
âDad!â You cry out, voice muffled from where youâre pressed into the sheets.
âOhhh,â he lazily humps your ass, rutting his cock and knot deeper into your cunt, âso good, baby. You did so well for daddy.â
You hum happily, and he nuzzles against your neck, laying you both on your sides so you can rest comfortably.
âIâll fill you up again later to keep you from getting sick,â he murmurs in your ear and groans when your pussy milks and pulses around his cock.Â
âThanks, dad.â
He smiles and presses a kiss on your hair. He really does have a sweet pup.
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Movie night
Summary:Â Peter's coming over for your weekly movie night, and youâve decided you wanna confess your feelings for him, but as it turns out, he has similar plans
Warnings:Â Smut| unprotected p in v sex, praising, soft!Dom Peter
a/n:Â thanks to this request I might go back into my Peter Parker era honestly. Also, @wtvbabes (this is not the person that made the request)
It was time for the weekly movie night with Peter,Â
You had been doing it for so long that you didn't even remember how or when it started, it was now simply a part of your routine.
Every Friday night, at 6 o'clock you went to whatever house was free, ordered pizza, and watched a movie each of you had chosen.
It was routine, so you shouldn't have been nervous... except that this time, this time wasn't gonna be like the other times, this time you had made a promise to yourself that you were finally gonna come clean, that you were finally gonna confess your feelings.
You had been keeping it a secret for way too long, and you were tired... god, were you tired, it was exhausting pretending like you didn't want more, like you didn't wanna kiss him and hold his hand every time you were together, and perhaps it was the holiday spirit surrounding you, or perhaps it was the fact that Gemma, your other best friend, had given you a 30-minute talk about how you should just "stop being a little bitch and tell him already" after you had started your usual ramble about how perfect and great Peter was,
But you had made peace with yourself, if this was gonna ruin your entire friendship, if you were gonna lose him forever, then so be it, because at the end of the day, if you couldn't have him like you really wanted to, then there was no point in having him at all.
And just then, when you were repeating your script to the mirror for the thousandth time, the words coming out of your mouth not even making sense anymore, he knocked at the door.
For some reason, a gasp fled your throat, but after the familiar "hey, it's me" from the other side of the door all you could do was take a deep breath and fix your dress.
It's all gonna be ok, it's all gonna be ok
"hi" you smiled, opening the door
Your anxiety must have been all over your face because the way he frowned at you told you everything you needed to know.
"hi" he said, coming into the house as he inspected your face "is something wrong?" he asked "Please don't tell me your sister changed the password to her Netflix again"
You forced a smile to your lips "no, no everything is fine- let's just... sit down"
"ok..." he frowned, following you as you sat on the couch "did something happen, or-"
"no" you shut him down "I-I just wanted" You shook your head as you regretted your choice of words "no actually, I need to- uhm- to tell you something"
You watched his eyes widen slightly, but out of all the things he could have said, he chose the only one that made you even fucking more anxious.
"Really?" he smiled "That's funny 'cause I do too"
You swore you felt your heart stop beating.
What could he ever need to tell you?
"w-what?"Â
Your voice didn't even sound like your own, it was just fear and stress finding a way to come out of your body.
"yeah" he nodded, watching you closely "so... you wanna go first or..."
"no, no, you go first" you spit out, making him chuckle
He still didn't get why you were acting so weird, but to be perfectly transparent, he was kind of freaking out internally himself, so he didn't really have the brain capacity to investigate further.
"Alright" he laughed "I'll go first"
His eyes focused behind you for a moment as he prepared for whatever was coming, and just then, did you notice that perhaps you weren't the only nervous one.
What is it?
Did something happen
Oh god, did he find a girlfriend?
Your heart was beating out of your chest and then just like that, he came out and said: "Y/n I like you" with a hopeful smile on his face, while yours completely stilled.
Actually not just your face, you as a whole went completely still, frozen at the words that had just come out of his mouth
Did I just imagine that?
Am I dreaming or something?
What the actual fuck is going on?
That was supposed to be my lin-
"y/n are you there?"
He was talking to you, you realized.
"w-w-what?" your eyes were wide open in shockÂ
"I know" he smiled, scratching the back of his neck, "I know it's out of the blue, and I really really hope this won't ruin anything, but... I've been feeling like this for a long time about you, and I just- I needed to tell you"
And then you could do nothing, absolutely nothing but throw your arms around him, hugging him so tight he probably couldn't breathe.
"y/n?" he murmured, hugging you back, but before he could say anything else you leaned away, still holding onto him as if he were a life jacket, and smiled like an idiot.
"I like you too Peter-" you grinned "I really really like you"
The smile on his face now matched yours, as his eyes sparked with joy
"you do?"
"of course I do!" you almost yelled from the excitement "that's-that's what I wanted to tell you! I can't believe this"
You looked into each other's eyes, both incredulous and unbelievably happy altogether,Â
you were so close, but an inch between your faces, that what happened next was inevitable.
His lips were on yours,Â
his lips were on yours and they felt every bit as good as you had spent hours and hours imagining.
And then for a moment, you both leaned away, looking at each other as soft silly laughs fled your throats.
"i can't believe this is real" he breathed, melting your heart right into a puddle
"I can't either"
And then his lips were back on yours, but this time... this time he was hungrier.
His tongue was exploring your mouth, and his hands were one holding your face, while the other started roaming your body, pulling soft whimpers from you as your arms remained locked behind his neck, your left hand gently playing with his hair,
And then in no time, without a clue of how or when, you were lying on the couch, and he was on top of you, his legs parting your thighs.
And you didn't need to know when it had happened, because all you knew was that you liked it, god you really fucking liked it.
His whole broad and strong body was engulfing yours, his scent was all around you, his hands were everywhere, and his mouth... his mouth was simply heavenly.
As embarrassing as it was, you couldn't control your body as you started grinding down onto his leg to try and relieve some of the need pooling between your legs.
"please" you pleaded, whimpering softly into the kiss.
"I like it when you beg, sweetheart"
And if you wanted him before, you now needed him
His lips moved to your neck, starting a slow trail from just below your ear, down until he found your shirt as an obstacle.
You didn't need to be told twice and helped him take it off of you in a second.
Your bra wasn't far behind.
"god, you're so beautiful" he praised, making you blushÂ
he bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while his other hand played with the other one, making you lose your goddamn mind as you shut your eyes in ecstasy.
"oh my god" you moaned, one of your hands going to his hair as he switched up the breast he was taking care of.
Your panties were completely drenched
He continued his work as his hands traveled underneath your skirt, caressing your thighs in a way that was turning you into a putty mess in his hands.
His fingers gripped the edge of the fabric, and with the help of you raising your hips, only the sheer fabric of your panties divided him from where you begged for his attention
"Peter" you called, stopping him as he had seated himself in between your legs
"yes, sweetheart?"
"I-I've only ever done this once"
His features softened and one of his hands traveled to your face to cup your cheek as he left a soft kiss on your lips
"don't worry, I'll go slow," he promised "I'll take care of everything, you just relax, ok?"
"ok" You nodded softly "I trust you"
He smiled at that, kissing you again "Thank you"
And no more than a few seconds after that, you were completely bare before him.
"you're perfect sweetheart" he murmured "fucking perfect"
He left a kiss on your pussy, making you moan, before his lips were on you again, and you were more desperate than you had ever been.
Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, frantically trying to get it off of him.
"Peter please take this off"
He didn't need to be told twice.
His shirt was on the floor with the rest of your clothes in no time, and then came his pants.
He went back to kissing you, the kiss now a heated mess between your moans and his hunger.
"baby please" you whined, your hand going to his boxersÂ
"what do you want sweetheart?"
"you, please, all of you"
Your voice was so thin and so breathy it was almost incomprehensible
"what about me?" he asked, his mouth next to your ear "You want my cock sweetheart, is that what you want?"
"yes" you moaned, as his hand played with your clit "I'm begging you, please, I need you inside of me"
He freed his cock from the confines of his briefs, as he kept kissing your neck
"you're gonna be good?" he asked, his tip now collecting all your juices and making you squirm uncontrollably "you're gonna be good and take all of it?"
"yes" you breathed "yesplease, yes-"
And without so much as a warning, he had started to push into you
"told you I like hearing you beg"
You moaned so loud you surprised even yourself, and then he retracted his hips and pushed another inch of himself in you, and you were just about ready to die.
"O-oh my god, P-peter" you moaned
He made the same motion again, and you couldn't help but look down at where your bodies were meeting, and that's when you noticed,
"fuck you're so big" you breathed, watching as he thrust only half of his dick inside of you
"it's ok" he purred, kissing your neck sloppily "Just be a good girl and take it" he ordered, pushing in again "Take it all inside this tight little pussy"
A high-peached moan fled your mouth again, as your pussy stretched around him,
"just like that," he said, his hot breath fanning over your skin "That's a good girl"
He was now fully inside you, by some miracle, he had made himself fit, and he felt absolutely perfect.
"fuck you feel so good" he groaned, picking up his pace "so tight" he grunted, feeling your walls squeeze him better than anything ever before "like you were made for me" his thrusts somehow felt deeper now, resulting in even more moans and cries coming out of your mouth
"O-oh god" you whimpered, feeling him hit and hit and hit again that perfect spot inside of you.
"You're taking me so well sweetheart"
The couch was now shaking with each of his movements, while your brain had stopped working and all you could do was cry out as he brought heaven to you.
"look at you" he murmured, kissing your mouth "So beautiful" he praised "so fucking pretty" he groaned, as your walls tightened around him "squeezing me so good"Â
His thrusts were so fucking deep you could feel them in your belly, and your orgasm was inevitably approaching
"such a good girl"
A louder moan left your throat at that, and he definitely noticed
"you like it when I call you that?" he asked, smirking devilishly "You like hearing that you're my good girl?"
Again, another cry, followed by a frantic nod now.
Your ability to talk had been lost a while ago.
"It's just what you are" he purred in your ear now "You're my good girl y/n, only mine"
And that, that sent you definitively over the edge.
A series of cries and moans resembling his name came out of your mouth as the best orgasm of your life took over your body completely.
He waited for you to come down from your high before he pulled out of you, spilling his seed all over your belly not a second later.
"fuck" he muttered, his head falling to the crook of your neck
You stayed there for a moment, waiting for your heartbeats and breathing to calm down,
And only then, only after you spent five minutes in the most comfortable silence, did he lean away to look at you.
"I love you, Peter"
You couldn't stop yourself from saying it, it was just the truth
And not a beat had passed, that he had already answered
"I love you, y/n"
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cherry blossoms
satoru doesnât wanna leave you for the japan grand prix, so he flies you out to join him
a/n: hi hi !! here is part two to my f1 au !! this has taken me so long to write i hope you guys like please please please let me know what you think !!! i know the japan gp was so long ago i fell behind in sorry </3 ; lets just act like the plane rides and time zone shifts make sense thank u <3
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part 1 // main masterlist
LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO !
âso youâre going to japan in a couple days then?â you ask, sitting across from the white haired f1 driver, watching as he nods softly, taking one last bite from his steak.
âyeah, itâs my home race so Iâm hoping it goes wellâ he smiles, it was obvious he was nervous for the race. you smile softly at him, âyouâll do great.â
it was like a bubble had engulfed the two of you after you first met, the chaos of the world and academia seemed to settle for the two weeks he had been in town.
âwhat do you have going on?â he asks you, hooked on what youâd reply with as the gears in his head turned.
âjust classes, finally donât have an exam this weekâ you cheer, looking up and seeing an unfamiliar look on satoruâs face.
âwhy donât you come with me?â he asks, cerulean eyes gleaming at you. satoru is taken back when you laugh softly taking a casual sip from your water when your eyes land on his, stomach dropping when you realize he was serious.
âyouâre serious? i canât ditch classes for a week satoruâ you laugh nervously, âi canât even afford a plane ticket to Japan let alone a hotel and everything that comes with travelâ you reason shaking your head.
âIâd pay for everything, donât be stupidâ he says quickly, âcmon just for the weekend then? you skip your Friday lecture all the time anyway whatâs one more?â
you think for a second, biting your bottom lip and realizing youâve only known this guy for the better half of a month. do things always move this quickly in relationships? you cant speak from experience, but before you think too long satoru is reaching across the table and taking your hand in his.
âitâs cherry blossom season and Iâd want nothing more than to take you on a picnic under the beautiful treesâ his cheeks are akin to those of the trees he mentioned and makes your stomach leap. âcmon you said it was on your bucket list didnât you?â
you could feel your heart skip a beat, your face mustâve given away your surprise as he grins back at you. he remembered something youâd mentioned in passing? god he was making this harder than it should be.
when else would you get an expenses paid trip to japan and an f1 Grand Prix?
âi need to think about itâ you say, his ears perk up and thereâs a wide smile on his face that brings his dimples out.
âthatâs not a noâ he grins, you smile at him shaking your head.
âthatâs not a yes eitherâ you correct, squeezing his hand before letting go and finishing off your food.
he doesnât bring it up for the rest of the night, instead appreciating every moment the two of you spend together, away from public eyes. satoru squeezes your hand a bit tighter, the sky a colorful painting of reds and oranges, a hue of pink blanketing the world around the two of you.
you sat in lecture on monday morning, only half paying attention to what your professor was talking about, messy notes on your tablet as your mind wandered.
what are the odds you miss something important on friday? satoru was right, you were already planning on skipping. satoru, you think, snowy hair and lashes to match, captivating blue eyes; what are the odds you come across him again?
who are you to fight against fate?
âhow much should i pack ? i am a chronic overpackerâ you type out, thumb hovering over the âsendâ button before taking the leap and tapping it.
youre quick to put your phone on do not disturb and place it back in your pocket, figuring if youâre gonna miss lecture Friday you might as well take better notes now.
satoru was only half paying attention to what his manger was saying over the zoom call, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he listened. his phone lit up with your text, a wide smile immediately making its way onto his face as he grabbed it, reading your message.
âsatoru are you paying attention?â his manager asks, slightly annoyed at the driver.
âmedia when we land, FIA wants me at the conference, tiktoks with george, a couple pre race interviews-â satoru continues to list off everything heâd been told perfectly, all while typing out a reply to you.
âoh could you book me a flight and an extra hotel room? Iâm bringing someone this weekendâ satoru grins, excited as his assistant nods yes.
satoru cheers, a bright smile into his camera as he waves goodbye to everyone and logs off the team call, finally settling on what to reply to you with.
âpack as much as you want, I paid for a check inâ
he canât help but giggle, standing up from the table and flopping onto the hotel bed. satoru thought the image of the crushing schoolgirl was always an exaggeration, but the smile on his face and the swinging of his feet made him realize it was 100% true- and he was but a schoolgirl with a crush.
âyou already got me a flight?â
âduh, wasnât gonna risk you saying yes and me being unprepared :Pâ
you were trying your hardest to not smile, biting your lip and focusing on the music in your headphones. the suns rays beating down on you as you walked onto your bus, sitting near the back in case you did end up giggling at a message. (you failed miserably at hiding a smile.)
âwhen does your flight leave?â
âin an hour ish i thinkâ
âim headed to the airport now actuallyâ
the two of you text the entirety of your bus ride and well after you get home. your phone rang after youâd set it down to focus on your work, satoruâs contact name flashing on the screen as you picked up the phone.
âhello?â you answered, a nervous laugh leaving your lips.
âhey! figured this is easier than texting so that you can do your work and stuff while we talkâ satoru had a giant smile on his face, eyes looking out the window of the plane as he talked to you, âis that okay?â nervously bringing his bottom lip between his teeth.
âthatâs perfect actuallyâ you chuckle, âhow was the airport?â
it didnât feel like much time had passed since you answered the call, but as you looked out the window and how much work youâd gotten done you realized it been well over four hours. your eyes widened as you checked your phone as saw the length of the call
4:47:56
âoh my god itâs been almost five hoursâ you laugh, closing your laptop and putting it to charge. âunlike you i donât have a flight attendant to give me food soâ you trail off, realizing youâd forgotten to take out meat to thaw for dinner, takeout it is.
âalright alright, Iâll let you get back to life without meâ satoru sighs dramatically, âhave fun in the slow laneâ he teases.
âoh please youâll see me on fridayâ you laugh, âand i do not drive in the slow lane! youâre just used to going too fast in carsâ you mumble, thankful he couldnât see the wide smile on your face and the way you were playing with your hair.
the call went on for a bit longer, there was a pregnant pause between the two of you.
âI canât wait to see you fridayâ satoru breathed out, staring at his lap before back out the plane window. everyone else on the small plane had fallen asleep already, trying to get a jump on the time zone shift. he shouldâve been asleep hours ago, but he couldnât bring himself to hang up on you.
âi canât wait either, my second ever formula one raceâ you tease, âoh and youâll be there too!â satoru rolls his eyes at you, smiling.
âhaha very funnyâ his sarcastinf tone makes you grin.
âokay i seriously have to go now, let me know when you land?â youâre not sure of your words, itâs not like you were dating the guy.
âcourse i will, have a goodnight y/nâ he says softly.
âgoodnight satoruâ you reply, a small smile on your face before hanging up. youâre stuck dumbfounded for a second, laughing before shaking your head, trying to get back to reality and not think about the tall, blue eyed man every moment possible.
lectures always seemed to drag on forever, but this week? eternal. especially on your final thursday lecture. had time always gone this slowly in class? your professors words were not the least bit interesting today, not compared to the thought of getting on a flight to japan for a Motorsport event.
not compared to hanging out with satoru again.
your fingers itched to text satoru, heâd been busy since he landed, with scarce texts sent your way. you didnât want to seem too clingy, the thought of it scaring him away held you back from double texting him. heâd text you when he could, right?
finally lecture came to an end, you couldnât help but breath a small sigh of relief as you packed your thing into you backpack and shuffled out with the rest of the class.
as if on cue your phone began to vibrate.
satoru
âheyâ you smiled, pressing the phone closer to your ear as you tried to get out of the crowded hallway, going down the stairs and exiting out the side of the building.
âhey! is this a good time?â he asked, fiddling with the hotel duvet, the tv on as background noise.
âyeah i actually just got out of class- isnât it night time over there?â you interrupt yourself, âshouldnât you be getting eight hours of sleep or something?â
satoru canât help but smile at your concern, âitâs only free practice tomorrow morning, just to get a feel of it allâ he assures you, âwhatâre you up to?â
âheading to my bus stop actually! gonna get home and make sure Iâve got everything for my flightâ you giggle, a little more bounce in your step as the time for your departure nears.
âdo you need me to get you an Uber to the airport?â he questions, rubbing his burning eyes, refusing to give in to his exhaustion. just a couple more minutes, he told himself.
ânah my friend's dropping me off, but how am i getting to the hotel and stuff?â youâre beyond nervous for the whole trip, hands a bit sweaty just thinking about everything that could go wrong.
âIâve got a driver picking you up, you might be tired so you donât have to come to the free practices or anything, Iâll see you after theyâre done, so maybe sometime in the afternoonâ he replies, about to say something else when a yawn cuts him off.
âare you sleepy?â you ask, nearing your bus stop and internally cheering when an empty one arrives at the same time you do.
âjust a bit, media was exhaustingâ he chuckles.
âwhy donât you get some rest, we can talk all you want after i landâ the words still donât seem real to you, âyou need to get sleep, satoru.â
âonly because you keep insistingâ he agrees, a dramatic tone in his voice that makes you smile. âgoodnight y/n, canât wait to see you tomorrowâ he yawns as he speaks, eyes already fluttering shut.
âgoodnight satoru, sweet dreamsâ you reply, biting back a grin as you hang up, your nerves at bay for now.
you shouldâve known satoru booked you a first class seat, but you were still shocked when you sat down in the spacious seat.
âhow much did this ticket cost ????â
you didnât expect a reply back, he was more than likely already at the race track getting ready for the first free practice.
âdonât worry about price :) howâs the flight ?â
satoru had to be out in the garage in 30 minutes, his suit only half zipped as he sat in the room waiting for kento to come get him. he canât help but think about you, how your flight was going, if you were regretting coming.
three sharp knocks on the door have him shooting you one last text âhave to go :Pâ before carelessly setting his phone on the counter and hastily putting the rest of his suit on.
âcome inâ he sing songs, knowing a familiar blonde headed man would be the one on the other side of the door. the door swings open only a moment after, kento giving satoru a small smile before stealing a piece of candy from his counter.
âyou ready?â kento asks him, tossing satoru his gloves. âtoto wants you to get a feel of the track, not pushing much this sessionâ satoru nods at his words, following his friend out the door and into the bustling garage.
âalright letâs kick the weekend off!â satoru grins, grabbing his balaclava and helmet before putting them on and hopping behind the wheel.
you felt silly, really you felt like you were back in eighth grade and crushing on the star football player that everyone wanted. you especially felt silly asking you friend for their f1 tv login so you could watch the first free practice.
though satoru didnât expect you to keep up with formula one and understand exactly how it worked, youâd figure if things were serious enough to fly you out to a different continent, you should at least understand what his greatest passion was. it was a rabbit hole you fell into one night, and multiple videos, google searches and questions to your friend later you had a basic understanding of the motorsport.
by the time you landed the second round of free practice was halfway underway, and as promised a driver was there to greet you and help with your bags.
âmr. gojo has arranged for you to have your own suite in the hotel,â the driver, ijichi, states. âhowever he has also asked me to give you a keycard to his room as wellâ, handing you two cards âin case youâd like to stay there instead.â
âoh thank you so much!â you exclaim, âI donât have to check in or anything?â you ask, looking out the window in awe of the city around you.
âno, everything is set alreadyâ he says kindly, âand feel free to order anything for room service, if youâd like to go anywhere when heâs busy you can call my numberâ he hands you a small business card with a soft smile.
âoh wow thank you so muchâ you smile, âhe really went all out huh.â ijichi smiles at you through the rearview mirror, nodding before focusing on the road again.
the hotel room was much larger and more expensive than you thought. you realized maybe you shouldnât underestimate just how much money satoru had, and how willing he was to spend it on you.
curiosity got the best of you, setting your things down and walking into the hallway. the large window at the end of the hall caught your attention, your mouth falling agape when you saw just how close to the circuit you were. the cars seemed to fly on the track, and you found yourself looking for satoruâs. after a minute you headed back, finding his room and hesitantly putting the keycard up to the lock, heart racing when it actually unlocked the door.
satoruâs room was about the same as yours, and you could t help but snoop around. there were two beds in his room, whereas yours only had one. the notepad on the table has something written in it, you debated not reading it and minding your business. but you could only stop yourself for so long.
onigiri, strawberry sandos, chips?
the messy handwriting matched satoru's. was he thinking of foods to take on your picnic? the realization made your face heat up and your lips curl into a bashful smile. you stopped a giggle from leaving your lips, composing yourself before heading back to your own room.
your phone buzzed after a couple moments, speak of the devil.
âjust finished wrapping up, did you make it safe?â
you couldnât stop a giggle from escaping this time, biting your bottom lip before typing out a reply.
âyup !! just got to my room actually :3â
satoru smiled at his phone at your text, sending you a âsee you soon then ;)â before putting it in his pocket. as he exited the paddock a couple fans called out for him, making his step falter and head back to say hello, signing a few things before waving goodbye.
âgood luck! we are all rooting for you!â one of them called out, he couldnât help but smile widely, nodding before walking off. it hadnât dawned on him really, the fact that it was his first ever home race in formula one. something heâd dreamed of since he first discovered the sport as a child.
he could feel his heart begin to race, hands getting a bit sweaty before he shook the thoughts out of his mind. he let his mind wander as he made the short walk to the hotel, catching himself grinning when he remembered you were waiting for him.
the soft knock on your door made your heart leap, unforeseen nerves surfacing as you thought about being face to face with the famed driver once again. a deep breath later youâre opening the door with a small smile, one that grows when satoruâs expression mirrors your own, growing in size upon seeing you.
âyou really cameâ he breathes out, a relieved laugh leaving his mouth. âfor a second i thought you were lying to me and had backed outâ the admission made you gasp incredulously, smacking his arm and inviting him into your room.
âyou wound meâ you quipped back, âi wasnât gonna leave you hanging, not after all the effort youâve put into all thisâ your arms motioning to the room around you. satoru is glad his face a bit flushed from both the free practice and the walk here, or else youâd surely notice the prominent blush on his cheeks and ears.
âdid you wanna go out today?â he asks, taking the liberty to sit on the edge of your bed, youâre quick to join him. despite having only known you for under a month, he could tell you were at odds as to what to say. âwe can stay in, i know how exhausting flights can be.â
satoruâs toothy smile warmed your heart, his dimples seemed especially prominent today. you let your head rest on his shoulder letting out a small sigh.
âas much as i wanna go out and explore, yeah im exhaustedâ you chuckled. satoru couldnât help but smile wider at the physical contact.
âhow about we watch some movies and order in?â he suggests, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you down so the two of you were laying on your backs.
you turn to look at him, nodding your head as your eyes traced over his features. his hair was somehow still fluffy, blue eyes softly meeting yours. he couldnât take his eyes off you, he didn't know someone could look as stunning as you do after a flight.
âsounds perfectâ you whisper, eyes briefly landing on his lips before focusing back on his eyes.
satoru excused himself after ordering food, going to shower and change before coming back to your room to join you for the night.
it felt like the two of you were back in a bubble. just you and satoru getting to know each other, feelings growing after every exchanged glance and shared laugh. it didnât feel like youâd met him three weeks ago, everything about him felt familiar. being with him felt safe, it felt right.
satoru felt it too, and it thrilled him. the warm feeling in his chest anytime he saw you, the way he couldnât help but let his gaze linger on you a beat longer than normal.
it was during a stolen glance that the two of you caught each other, bursting into a fit of laughter before calming down.
âi thought you were watching the movieâ you accused, tone playful as you look at satoru. he was leaning back on his arms, a charming smile on his lips as he cocked his head at your words.
âwhy should i? you arenât watching it eitherâ he shot back, smile never faltering as you crossed your arms over your chest.
âyes i am!â you defended, âyouâre the one who keeps looking at meâ satoru grins, leaning in a bit into your personal space.
satoru was confident and cocky when he wanted to be. but he was never one to make the first move, too scared to mess things up. it was the reason he hadnât kissed you yet, despite having taken you out on multiple dates. with every centimeter he leaned closer, his heart rate rivaled the speed of it pounding in his chest during a race.
his face was only inches away from yours as he replied back, âtoo pretty to not look at.â the words have your face hot and heart pounding, your brain all over the place.
thankfully you didnât have to think about what you wanted to do next. instead you bit the bullet and closed the space between the two of you, lips crashing onto his. satoru was quick to move a hand to cup your cheek, shifting it to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss after a moment.
you let your hands wander, tangling your fingers in his hair before traveling the expanse of his back and finding their way to his chest. pushing gently when you desperately needed a breath of fresh air.
even as you two pulled away your senses were consumed with him. you nose filled with the smell of his cologne and body wash mixed together, making your brain feel even fuzzier than it already was.
satoru was not much better, his mind in a haze as he tried to reel himself back in. the taste of your lips and the feeling of your hands on him stuck in his mind.
the end credits of the movie began to roll, causing the two of you to snap your heads to the screen before looking back at each other and laughing once more.
âi didnât pay attention at allâ you confessed, a shy smile on your face when satoruâs mouth dropped open.
âafter you chewed me out for not paying attention!â he gasps, wrapping his arms around you and tackling you back onto the bed, âneither was iâ he admits, laughing when you smack his chest.
thereâs a moment of silence that blankets the room, a comfortable silence. itâs only broken by satoruâs phone buzzing, making him apologize and grabbing his phone to read the text notification.
suguru geto 11:37 pm
good luck tmrw
you take the opportunity to go to the restroom, coming back to find satoru laying on his back staring blankly at the ceiling. youâre quiet as you join him back in bed, laying next to him and glancing over at him.
ânerves?â you whisper, he gives you a convincing enough nod. satoru was not prepared to lay everything out for you, not tonight.
âfirst ever home raceâ he breathes in, sighing after a while before flipping to face you. âglad Iâve got you with me thoughâ he grins. you blush, nodding your head before placing a chaste kiss to his lips.
the second movie was a failure as well, with both of you talking over it (and making out) the entire first half and falling asleep for the second half.
the next morning satoru is up before you, his eyes fluttering open and gaze settling on your sleeping form. he canât describe the feeling in his chest, the feeling of waking up next to you. itâs something he wants to relive over and over again.
tomorrow, he decides. heâs asking you out tomorrow.
when you wake up thereâs a note sitting on your nightstand. itâs satoruâs handwriting, written when he was still half asleep you assume from how messy it is.
left for free practice but Iâll see you at qualifying?? <3 :)
thereâs a small doodle of a race car and two stick figures you can only assume are you and him. you canât help but smile, folding the paper and putting it into your suitcase for safekeeping.
satoru feels good enough after the third free practice, getting out of the car with a smile. heâs quick to take his gear off, heading over to where kento was sitting to go over the strategy they had planned for qualifying.
you decide to head over to the paddock early, beating the crowds for qualifying so you donât get lost or in the way. before long youâre in the Mercedes garage, with satoruâs assistant smiling at you and waving you over.
âsatoru just went to the restroom but heâll be back soon! you can wait here in his roomâ she opens the door and you thank her softly, looking around before taking a seat.
the door swings open, with satoruâs eyes seemings glowing with joy as he spots you.
âyouâre here early! i didnât think Iâd see you until after qualisâ he grins. you canât help but be in awe of satoru in his racing suit, with the fireproofs hugging his body perfectly. as much as you try to not focus on how perfectly sculpted he is, you canât keep your eyes off him. âhey now my eyes are up hereâ he teases, putting a finger underneath your chin and gently pushing it upwards.
âdunno what youâre talking aboutâ you smile, âbeen looking at those pretty eyes this whole time.â satoruâs skin flushes, a smile on his lips before heâs pressing them onto yours, giggling into the kiss before pulling away.
âwell now that youâre here do you want a tour?â youâre quick to nod yes, making his smile widen as he takes your hand in his and walks you out of the room.
satoru begins pointing and explaining everything, going into detail about more important things and how they contribute to the race. thereâs movement all around you, with satoru speaking quite loudly so you can hear over the chaos of everyone prepping things before qualifying.
thereâs a sparkle in his eye as he explains what the engineers do, his hands moving expressively as he looks at you, excited to see youâre paying attention to him still. âthis is obviously the car, usually thereâs more work being done around it but since we canât make changes anymore it gets some time aloneâ he jokes, making you giggle as he takes your hand again, leading you out into the sunlight.
âso this is the pit lane, where the pit stops happenâ he rambles on about pit stops for a second, pointing across the lane where the race engineers sit and explaining quickly how they communicate with him during the race.
satoru also explains to you what qualifying is all about, make it in the top 15 in Q1, then top 10 in Q2 then as best as you can in in Q3.
before long youâre wishing satoru luck, squeezing his hands and placing a kiss on his cheek. you head up to the seating area youâd been told and watch as he puts his helmet on before getting in the car, people surrounding him as they talk about god knows what.
soon enough heâs exiting the garage and into the pit lane, the first round of qualifying fast underway. heâs one of the last ones to set a time, landing himself in P14, a fact that made your palms sweat, knowing if heâd been a couple seconds slower he wouldâve been out.
by the start of Q2 satoru pulls himself together, mind focusing only on the track and the car. he lands himself in P8, talking to the race engineers and tweaking his strategy to try and improve before the final round.
your fingers are crossed when he heads out for the final round of qualifying, bottom lip between your teeth as he pushes on his final attempt for a better starting position.
âand satoru gojo manages to land himself in P5! a rocky start to todays qualifying for the rookie but it seems as though heâs ready to take on his first ever home raceâ the commentator speaks.
you canât help but cheer along with the others in the garage, beyond excited and proud of satoru as you join them outside to watch him pull into the assigned position.
itâs a sight to behold as he gets out of the car, pulling his baclava off his head with an open mouth smile. he finds you in the crowd almost instantly, winking at you before going to do his post race duties.
you wait for him in the garage, smiling when he finds you with a smile on his face.
âi told you youâd be amazingâ you praise, letting him pull you into a hug despite being quite sweaty. âare you done for the day?â
satoru shakes his head, ânot yet, Iâve got some media stuff and a debrief to go over data from right nowâ he sighs. âyou can head back to the hotel and we can get dinner when Iâm done?â he grins as you agree, saying goodbye to you before heading back into the garage.
true to his word satoru takes you out to dinner, treating you to only the best food as you two talk about anything and everything. you try and coax him into heading back early, but he refuses, taking your hand and pulling you through the city.
after two hours in the city satoru finally agreed to head back to the hotel, fingers interlocked with yours as you swung your arm back and forth with his.
âyouâre nervous againâ it comes out as more of a statement than a question. satoru sighs, staring at the sky while the two of you sit on a bench near the hotel.
âi donât want to disappoint anyone, you know?â his voice is a bit shaky, âeveryone has such high expectations of me because of how Iâve been doing and itâs getting to me a bit i guessâ he changes his focus from a drifting cloud to picking at his nails, leg bouncing a bit.
âyouâre going to do great out thereâ your hand makes its way to his thigh, squeezing reassuringly before taking his hands in yours. âand even if everything goes wrong and you get dead last youâll still be my favorite driver,â satoru canât help but smile, shaking his head and looking at you.
you end up staying in satoruâs room that night, despite your protests. he left you no choice when he grabbed your room keycard and held it above his head. you voiced your fear of getting in the way of whatever pre race rituals he does, to which he simply giggled and kissed you.
âi think cuddling can be a new pre race ritual of mine insteadâ he had replied, a coy smile on his face when you gave in and got into bed with him.
the next morning is a whirlwind as you head to the paddock with satoru. the two of you entering through a lesser used gate, one moment you were wishing him luck and kissing him on the cheek, the next he was already out of the garage and behind a Red Bull in the formation lap.
you help your breath as the five lights went out, watching on the edge of your seat as all 20 cars reacted quickly, fighting to get to the front.
âand the rookie tries to get the inside line on piastri but is unable to! pushed down to 7th place as alonso and norris over take him.â you let out a sigh as you listen to the commentator.
satoru stays in seventh for the better half of the race, managing to exit the pits before the mclaren in 6th and taking his spot. satoru is gains on alonso after a while, enabling DRS on a straight and managing to overtake him just before the turn.
a cheer erupts in the garage, with you nervously clapping as you stare at the monitor, a smile on your face as he fights to catch up to Ferrari ahead of him. soon enough heâs right behind him on a turn, pushing just enough to manage to get the inside line and successfully pass leclerc, putting himself in 4th place.
one more place for podium, you think. there was only a slight moment of peace when the standings were consistent for a good couple of laps, until satoru was close enough to 3rd to finally overtake them. the garage claps as he gained on the red bull in second place, with only a handful of laps left the chance of moving up a place was becoming slimmer.
âand we are in the final lap, with satoru gojo alarmingly close to Perez, could the rookie manage to snag second place in his first home race?â
âit seems like he might- he has DRS enabled and it pushing to pass Perez and heâs going to do it!â your mouth is agape in shock before you begin to cheer, smiling widely as he races by the checkered flag.
you can hear satoru cheering through the radio, the sound makes your heart grow warm. the entire garage is cheering, with everyone hugging each other and celebrating his success. everyone moves outside to greet satoru behind the barricades, with him throwing himself into his mechanics before even taking off his helmet.
when he finally does take his helmet off heâs looking for you, smiling widely when his blue eyes meet yours. he gets weighed and interviewed quickly, excitement over flowing as he answers questions with a giddy smile on his face the entire time.
as the podium ceremony begins you smile softly when satoru walks out, the crowd cheering loudly for their countryman as he waves. he finds you in the crowd again during the Dutch national anthem, sending you a wink as he claps when it ends.
the crowd cheers louder for him as he gets handed his trophy, holding it up proudly before setting it down as the celebratory music plays, being showered in champagne by the two Red Bull racers before he gets the chance to even pop his open.
when you see him again heâs pulling you in by the waist, smiling happily when you press your lips to his. he tastes like the champagne he was dripping in, the two of you are smiling into the kiss, giggling by the time you pull away.
âsee? you had no reason to worryâ you say, satoru smiles at you, his attention fully fixed on you. âmy favorite driverâ you grin, pressing another kiss to his cheek. it takes everything in him to not just ask you out then and there, not wanting to spend another moment with the thought of you never joining him again.
his name being called stops him, and heâs snapped back into reality.
âIâve got some interviews i need to do and some stuff to make and film- but how does a picnic sound?â he asks.
âsounds perfectâ you reply, ânow go before they ban me for being too distractingâ you push him softly, making him laugh before heâs giving you one last kiss, heading over to the social media coordinator.
itâs astounding to you the difference in demeanor satoru has now, sitting next to you atop a picnic blanket, compared to how he was during the race. the usual sure footed and confident formula one driver is gone, replaced by a nervous and bashful version of him.
âthank you for bringing meâ you say, ending the beat of silence. âand thank you for the food too, it was really good,â you smile, relieved to see satoru smile back at you, slowly growing in confidence once again.
âi did tell you the convenience store was the right moveâ he quips, nudging your shoulder with his own.
âconvenient, some would even sayâ you retort, giggling when he rolls his eyes and acts as if heâs scooting away from you. âyou fly me out to japan just to scoot away from me?â you gasp, your lips turning upwards when satoru turns his back to you with a smile. âyou know i think max might be my favorite driverâ you say, laughing when he immediately snaps to face you with furrowed brows and a scowl on his face.
âthat is so not fair!â he cries out, tackling you with a hug that causes both of you to fall backwards on the blanket. âtake it back! say Iâm your favorite!â he canât help the smile on his face while heâs looking at you, hair a mess against the blanket.
âokay, okay youâre still my favorite driverâ you admit, biting back a smile when you see how much his face lights up at your words. the spring breeze hits the two of you as you sit back up, cherry blossom petals falling around the two of you against a sky painted pinks and reds to match.
âi really like youâ satoru blurts out, his gaze switching between his fidgeting hands and your face. youâre tempted to make a witty remark, something about youâd hope so after three week, but you hold your tongue.
âi didnât think Iâd find something serious, i wasnât really- it wasnât something high on my priority list you know?â he lets out a breathy laugh. âi told myself i was only gonna focus on driving, getting better and being the best, no time for anything else, no distractions,â youâre watching him intently, trying to read his facial expression when heâs looking at you.
was he breaking up with you? or was he-
âbut youâre not a distraction, and i want to make time for youâ his blue eyes are locked on yours now, no hints of uncertainty in his voice as he continues. âi want to be with you more than anything else; be by your side, have you cheering me on and celebrating after you pass exams, be able to just talk with youâ he smiles.
âwill you be mine?â satoru finally asks.
thereâs a million thoughts in your head as you process his words, hundreds of reasons why you should say yes and thousands of what ifâs. what about his schedule? and how much he travels and time zones and stress and school and-
thereâs another gust of wind that causes more cherry blossoms to fall from the sky, landing over the two of you. you can hear a bird singing and you wonder if the universe itself is rooting for the two of you. a blossom falls perfectly on your face, landing on your cheek, it makes you smile.
âyesâ your cheeks hurt from the smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around him, âof course yes!â
satoru meets your gaze with equal happiness as his arms immediately wrapped around you, squeezing your tightly. he lets out a sigh of relief, a wide smile on his face as he peppers your face with kisses. the two of you radiate the epitome of romance as youâre in each others embrace, with hearts practically forming as the two of you look at each other.
the night is spent in each others arms, giggles and dumb conversations filling the hotel room until late into the night. silly anecdotes and surprisingly deep questions keep the two of you from falling asleep, even when you both admit to your eyes burning from exhaustion.
âi donât wanna go to sleep yetâ he whispers, âbecause then itâs less time with you before your flightâ the sadness in his voice is evident, and your tone mirrors it when you respond.
âme eitherâ you sigh, one hand brushing the snowy hair out his his eyes and exposing his forehead a bit, âbut then weâre both going to exhausted tomorrowâ a small smile on your lips when satoru chuckles softly.
âyeah youâre rightâ he yawns, scooting closer to you before speaking up, âstill canât believe i won.â
âsecond place in your first year driving is an insane winâ you agree, âyouâre so talented, Iâm so proud of you.â the words hit closer to his heart than satoru anticipated, breath hitching n his throat as he quickly regains composure and smiles.
âoh that tooâ he nods, âbut i was talking about you being my partnerâ even as he utters the sentence he canât help but get giddy, heart flipping as he watches a smile fight its way into your lips.
âyouâve had a great day havenât you?â you ask with a smile, laughing when he nods happily in response.
the next morning both of you are beyond exhausted, a consequence of sleeping a mere four hours. neither of you regret it, only laughing it off as the two of you pack your bags up.
satoru would be heading back to his house in Monaco for the by-week before heading to shanghai for the chinese grand prix. youâd be heading back to your apartment for university and trying to catch up on work you couldâve been doing the entire weekend; you donât worry about that yet, not when you have a 6â3 formula one driver by your side as you head to the airport.
âyouâll call me when you land?â he asks, a pout on his lips despite your nodding. âIâm gonna miss you so muchâ he sighs, pulling you into him by the waist and crashing his lips to yours.
you pull away after a moment, chasing his lips with a quick peck before sighing. âme tooâ you frown, âbut weâll call and text right?â the thousands of what ifâs flood your mind as you look up at him, eyes frantically searching his face.
âyouâre gonna be annoyed of me texting youâ he smiles, kissing your cheek and extending out his pinky, âi pinky promise to call and text.â
you smile widely at his gesture, linking your pinky with his and shaking it softly, âi pinky promise to call and text.â satoru beams down at you, kissing you one last time.
you had barely sat down at your gate when your phone buzzed, a bashful smile on your face as you read the notification.
satoru <3
âhi :3â
two what ifâs were loudest in your head as you typed out your responsed; what if it worked out? what if it really was meant to be?
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Can we get something along the lines of bartender reader maybe working at the country club and some guy has been hitting on her all night, heâs older, creepy, wonât leave her alone, getting drunker as the night goes on and sheâs just trying to ignore him but she has to go to the supply closet later in the night or steps away for whatever reason and the guy follows her? reader is gone for too long and Rafe notices, finds her and stops the guy?? I need protective Rafe over reader đ
ugh i hate creeps, literally felt ill writing this but for the sake of the story i did, bc it's unfortunately very common. thank you for the request lovely đŤśđťđŤ
throw away my faith just to keep you safe - r.c
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) warnings: unwanted advances; there's a creep.
It was just another Friday night, the usual crowd of kooks indulging in their weekly rituals of wealth and excess. For you, it was just another night behind the bar.
Wiping down the counter, you glanced at the clock. Nearly midnight.
Your shift was crawling toward the finish line, thank god, but the crowd promised at least another hour of pouring drinks and faking smiles. Not that you minded by this point â the tips were decent, and the job wasnât hard. But sometimes, the clientele was more than you could handle.
âAnother round for me, sweetheart?â
You turned toward the voice and visibly shuddered at the sight. There he was again â the guy who had been hitting on you all night, like a stupid plague. He was in his mid-forties, with thinning hair and a sleazy smile. Heâd been getting progressively drunker, his advances getting bolder with every drink. You didnât get paid enough to put up with this shit, but you also didnât feel like getting fired for slapping someone across the face.Â
You gave him a tight-lipped smile, trying to keep it professional. âSure. Another whiskey?â
He leaned closer, his breath reeking of alcohol. âYâknow youâve got the prettiest eyes. Why donât you come sit with me for a bit? Iâm sure the bar can survive without you.â
Internally, you cringed. Outwardly, you kept your smile, though it was starting to drop. âIâm working,â You replied, âI canât.â
He grinned like he hadnât heard you â or maybe he just didnât care. âCâmon, you can take a break. Iâll make it worth your while.â
Youâd rather shoot yourself in the face. You turned away, busying yourself with grabbing his drink. You didnât want to make a scene. You could handle this. Youâd dealt with drunk idiots your entire life.
But something about him was different â he wasnât just annoying, he was persistent, and you didnât like the way he was looking at you.
Rafe had checked in on you earlier, but you hadnât seen him for a while. Normally, you could handle yourself, but tonight you really wished he was closer.
The guyâs drink slammed down in front of him harder than you intended, and you forced another smile. âHere you go.â
âThanks, sweetheart,â he drawled, eyes dragging down your body in a way that made your skin crawl. âYouâre too pretty to be stuck behind a bar. Bet you could find someone to take care of you, huh?â
You barely held back an eye roll as you turned away from him, grabbing the rag to wipe down the counter again just to have something to do with your hands.Â
The guy cleared his throat, leaning even closer over the bar. âHow much longer do you think youâll be working, sweetheart?â His voice was low, like he was trying to make it intimate, but it just made your stomach turn. âIâll wait for you. We could have a little fun after youâre off. I know youâre not gonna go home alone tonight, right?â
âYeah, I am,â you muttered under your breath, hoping he didnât hear.
But he did.
âAw, come on now, donât be like that,â he said, his grin widening like you were joking with him. âI know girls like you â all tough on the outside, but once someone gives you a little attention, you melt.â
You slammed the rag down, turning toward him, patience leaving your body. âLook, Iâve told you, Iâm working. And even if I wasnât, Iâm not interested. So how about you just take your drink and leave me alone?â
His smile dropped for a moment, his eyes narrowing in irritation. âYou donât gotta be a bitch about it, sweetheart,â he slurred, clearly not backing down. âIâm just trying to be nice.â
Before you could answer â or reach for the nearest object to throw at him â a familiar voice cut in from behind.
âHow about you fuck off before I make you?â
You knew that tone. It was the one he used right before things escalated. Fast. You looked over to see Rafe standing just behind the bar, his jaw clenched and his eyes locked onto the guy in front of you.
His posture was tense, fists curled at his sides like he was holding himself back from jumping at the guy. âRafe,â you called softly, reaching out to grab his arm. âItâs fine, Iâve got it.â
But he didnât take his eyes off the man. âNo, you donât,â he muttered, stepping closer to the bar, âThis guyâs been harassing you all night. He needs to leave.â
He looked Rafe up and down, taking in the expensive clothes, the look in his eyes, and the way his muscles tensed beneath his shirt.
âHey, man,â the guy said, holding up his hands in a show of surrender. âNo need to get all worked up. I was just talking to her.â
âYou werenât just talking,â Rafe snapped, âYou were being a creep, and now youâre gonna get the fuck out of here.â
The guy opened his mouth to argue, but Rafe took another step forward, and whatever argument he had died in his throat. He grabbed his drink from the bar, muttering something under his breath that you couldnât quite catch before he turned and stumbled away toward the door.
Once he was gone, you let out a breath you hadnât realized youâd been holding.
Rafe turned to you, his expression softening immediately. âYou okay, baby?â
You nodded, but your hands were shaking slightly. âYeah. Iâm fine. Thanks for stepping in.â
He stepped closer, âYou shouldnât have to deal with assholes like that.â
âI can handle it,â you replied, âBut Iâm glad you were here.â
Rafeâs brow furrowed slightly, his thumb tracing soft circles against the skin in your arm. âI donât want you handling it. I donât want you dealing with that shit at all.â
You smiled faintly, leaning into his touch. âItâs part of the job sometimes.â
âNot when Iâm around, itâs not,â he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours.Â
You grinned, your fingers brushing over his collarbone as you tilted your head up to kiss him. His lips were soft against yours and when you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
âIâll be fine for the rest of the night,â you whispered. âPromise.â
He exhaled softly, his arms tightening around you just a little. âI know. I just hate seeing shit like that happen to you.â
âMe too, baby.â you admitted, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. âBut at least the tips are good, right?â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âOnly you would focus on the tips after that.â
âGotta find the silver lining somewhere,â you teased.
Rafe chuckled, leaning down to kiss you again. This time it was deeper, and for a moment, you almost forgot you were still at work. When he pulled away, he glanced back toward the bar. âYou need me to stick around?â
You shook your head. âNah, I think your little display of alpha male behavior probably scared off any other creeps for the night.â
He smirked, looking a little too pleased with himself. âGood.â
âGo hang out with the guys,â you said, patting his chest. âIâll see you when Iâm done.â
He hesitated for a second, his hand still resting on your waist like he wasnât ready to let go, but finally, he nodded. âAlright. But if I see him againâŚâ
âYou wonât,â you assured him. âAnd if you do, Iâll let you know.â
He gave you one last kiss, then reluctantly let you go and headed back toward his friends. You watched him for a moment, smiling to yourself before you turned back to the bar.
Forty minutes later, Rafe stood by the side of his truck, fingers drumming against the hood as he waited for you to finish up. He hated this place most days â hated how these old, rich assholes thought they could treat you like you were some kind of prize they could buy. It had taken everything in him not to knock that guy out earlier, but he knew you didnât want a scene. Still, heâd been fuming ever since.
Youâd be out any minute now, and the two of you would go to his house. He just needed to chill. But then, five minutes passed⌠then six⌠and a knot started to form in his stomach. You were never this late getting out, and youâd told him youâd be quick tonight.
Where the were you? He checked his phone again. Nothing.
Rafe pushed off the truck and started pacing, his eyes glancing between the front entrance and the locker room doors around the back. He knew you were still inside, but something wasnât sitting right with him. His instincts were screaming at him now. After another minute, he couldnât take it anymore. Fuck this.
He strode back inside and headed straight for the back hall that led to the locker room where you always changed after work. As he turned the corner, his heart stopped. There, right outside the locker room door, was the same asshole from earlier â the drunk creep whoâd been hitting on you. His greasy hand was on the door, shoving it open, trying to force his way inside.
Rafe saw red.
Without thinking, he surged forward, grabbing the guy by the collar and slamming him back against the wall so hard the drywall cracked. âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â
The guy didnât have time to react before Rafeâs fist connected with his jaw, his head snapping back against the wall. He stumbled, eyes wide with shock as he tried to raise his hands in defense, but Rafe didnât give him a chance.
âYou thought you could get away with that shit?!â He growled as he shoved him again, pinning him hard against the wall. The guy let out a choked gasp, his face going pale as he tried to squirm out of Rafeâs grip.
âI-I wasnâtââ the guy sputtered, his words slurred from the blow.
Rafe didnât want to hear it. He threw another punch, this one harder than the first, his knuckles splitting against the guyâs cheekbone. All he could see was you â you, behind that door, completely unaware that this piece of shit had been about to force his way in.
âRafe!âÂ
He stopped his fist still clenched, inches from the guyâs face. He turned his head just enough to see you standing in the doorway, dressed in your usual jeans and a hoodie, eyes wide, like you couldnât believe what you were seeing.
âBaby,â you said stepping forward. âItâs okay. Heâs not worth it.â
But Rafe couldnât let it go â couldnât let the image of this creep forcing his way into the room where you were out of his head. The thought made him sick. It made him want to tear this him apart piece by piece.
âI should fucking kill you,â Rafe spat, his voice trembling  as he pressed the guy harder against the wall.
âPlease. Iâm okay. He didnât get in.â
It took every little ounce of self-control Rafe had, but he finally let the guy go, stepping back just enough for the asshole to crumple to the floor, groaning in pain.
âYou come near her again, I swear to godâŚâ He didnât finish the sentence. He didnât need to. The guy knew exactly what he meant.
The creep scrambled to his feet, clutching his bleeding face as he stumbled down the hallway, mumbling something that Rafe didnât bother to listen to. His eyes were on you now, his breathing heavy as the adrenaline started to wear off.
His hands were still shaking, âAre you sure youâre okay?â
You nodded, though your eyes were still wide, âIâm fine. He didnât get in, baby. You stopped him.â
Rafe exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he tried to breathe properly. The thought of what couldâve happened if he hadnât come inside when he did made him want to throw up. âI shouldâve been here,â he muttered âI shouldâve been right here with you.â
âRafe, you canât be with me every second,â you stepped closer to him. âYou did the right thing. Iâm okay. Really.â
But he wasnât convinced. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, needing to know for sure that you were safe. His grip was tight, maybe too tight, but he couldnât help it. âI swear to god, if heâd touched youâŚâ
âHe didnât,â you murmured, your hands rubbing soothing circles on his back, âHe's not going to."
He held you like that for a long moment, his heart still beating too fast, his mind conjuring everything that couldâve gone wrong tonight.
 âNo more working late nights here.â
You pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. âRafeââ
âIâm serious,â he interrupted, âThis place is full of creeps, and Iâm not letting you deal with that shit anymore.â
You sighed, âWeâll talk about it.â
He didnât argue â not now, at least. But as far as he was concerned, you werenât coming back here. Not without him.
âWhat the hell is going on back here?â
You both turned to see Greg, your manager, striding down the hallway. He looked between you and Rafe, his eyes landing on the dented wall and the bloodied handprint smeared across it.
âSeriously, what the hell happened?â He barked, crossing his arms over his chest. âWhy is there a guy running out of here with blood on his face?"
Rafe stiffened beside you.
He didnât like Greg â never had. In his mind, he was lazy, incompetent, and more interested in playing golf with the country club regulars than actually managing anything. You opened your mouth to try to explain, but he beat you to it.
âWhy donât you fix your goddamn locks, Greg?â Rafe snapped, stepping forward, âIf you werenât so busy kissing everyoneâs ass, maybe youâd realize that your employees arenât fucking safe here.â
Greg blinked, âWhat are you talking about?â
Rafe pointed to the locker room door, where the knob was still hanging loosely, as if the creep had almost succeeded in breaking it off.
âYour fucking locker room door doesnât lock. That asshole was trying to force his way in while she was changing. What the hell are you running here, man?â
Greg glanced at the door, then back at you, his face paling slightly but instead of apologizing, or even showing the slightest bit of concern, he threw his hands up in a defensive gesture. âLook, I didnât knowââ
âYeah, because you donât pay attention to shit!â Rafe shot back, his voice rising. âYou think you can just let her and the other girls fend for themselves? Is this the kind of place youâre running?â
âRafe,â you murmured, your hand on his arm again, trying to calm him down. âItâs fine.â
But Rafe was far from calm. His hands were shaking, and his eyes locked onto Greg. âNo, itâs not fucking okay. This shit keeps happening, and itâs gonna get someone hurt.â
Greg took a step back, holding up his hands in surrender. âLook, Iâll⌠Iâll talk to the maintenance guys, alright? Weâll fix the lock.â
âNot good enough,â Rafe snapped, âYou better fix it tonight. Because if this happens again, Iâm not gonna be so nice next time.â
Greg swallowed hard, clearly shaken. âY-Yeah. Fine. Weâll take care of it.â
Rafe scoffed, shaking his head in disgust. âYou better.âÂ
He turned his back on Greg without another word, grabbing your hand again as he led you toward the exit. His grip was tight, and once you were outside, you let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding.Â
âRafe,â you said softly, pulling him to a stop as you stood by the side of his truck. âItâs over. Iâm okay.â
He exhaled sharply as he looked down at you. âI canât stand that guy,â he muttered. âHe doesnât give a shit about you or anyone else working here.â
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in tight, his chin resting on the top of your head. For a moment, he just held you like that, the tension slowly ebbing away. âYou shouldnât have to deal with this shit,â he murmured against your hair.
âI know. Letâs just go home.â
Rafe looked down at you, his brow furrowing slightly, âIâm gonna get you a gun.â
"A gun?"
"Yeah," Rafe said seriously, his grip tightening on your waist. âYou need to be able to protect yourself if I'm not around."
"Baby, that's... kind of extreme," you tried to make him understand, "I donât need a gun." You placed your hand on his chest, your thumb rubbing slow circles "I know you're worried. I know you donât want me dealing with stuff like this, but a gun isnât the answer."
He sighed, âI just want you to be safe.â
âI know,â you nodded. âAnd I will be. I promise.â
He held you close for a few more seconds, his forehead resting against yours. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he nodded. âOkay. No gun. For now.â
You smiled faintly, relieved. âThank you.â
âBut if it appens again, Iâll shoot him myself.â
âOkay, James Bond, get in the car.â
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too soon to tell you I love you!
Ewan Mitchell x f!reader
a/n: another random Ewan oneshot, as a result of @seamaiden indulging my delusions đ
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It's not often that you bump into one of your favourite actors at the pub... or he bumps into you.
It is just another night out on the town, and your mates managed to convince you to have a couple of drinks out in Covent Garden.
There's a really good pub you haven't been to apparently, but you know your friends, and they would think a pub is stellar as long as there is free-flowing alcohol inside.
It's a pub, you typed in the group chat, what could be so special about it? I kinda want to stay in tonight.
It will be special cos we'll be in it, one of them replied.
And that was the end of it. No room for negotiation when a night out is involved, but you adore your close-knit band of rascals, so you're hardly fazed.
The three of you are snug in a booth, the first round of drinks already imbibed and wreaking havok in your livers.
"Another round, guys, c'mon," Paul says, slamming his hands down on the wooden table, ever the charming instigator.
"You want another, you be the one to fetch it," Gracie smirked, wagging a finger at him.
"But I got this one! Lay off me, mate. It's someone else's turn now, that's how the system is, let's be civil about thisâ"
"Oh my god," you cut him off with a teasing laugh, "you really will say anything to get out of getting another round, won't you?" You share a conspiratorial wink with Gracie.
Paul gapes like a blubbering fish. "Hey! But I got the first roundâ"
"Alright, alright, drama queen," you stand from your seat, patting his shoulder in a mock comforting manner, "I'll cover this round."
"Huzzah! I love you!"
You roll your eyes fondly. "Oh, get a grip. I'll be right back."
It's a Friday night, so traversing the cramped confines of the pub feels like walking into a battefield. You have to shimmy past patrons filing in and out, those standing around tables like flocks of flamingo instead of sitting as they should, lads too focused on the match on the telly to notice when you first mutter excuse me, pardon me.
Then someone, much to your increased annoyance, bumps right into you from behind. You're thrown off kilter when you feel an elbow shoved in between your shoulder blades, making you step on your own damn foot.
You turn sharply. "Hey, watch itâ"
"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
"I... I..."
"Are you okay?" he asks. His sharp, angular face and intense, piercing gaze make him instantly recognizable. He has that quietly powerful presence, standing a bit taller than you expected, with striking cheekbones and the slightest smirk playing at his lips, framed by the littlest bit of dirty blonde scruff.
"Here, come on." He gently tugs at your arm, his other hand occupied with a full pint. You let him pull you away from the warm, inebriated bodies and into a more secluded corner to the side of the main bar. "Much better, eh? Sorry, I didn't think you could hear me back there. Pub's proper packed tonight, innit? But... yeah, I'm sorry for bumping into you like that."
"It's... not a problem."
"Really?"
You nod, forcing a smile, your throat so constricted you can barely form a coherent sentence.
"Well... I, uh... how about I make it up to you anyway, huh? I could get you a drink? And your mates too if they're around?"
"Yeah, they're..." You raise a hand and wave at your table, but they're already keenly watching you, intrigued looks on their faces. You'll never hear the end of this later. Or ever.
"Is that them?" He waves politely, smiling in amusement. He knows that they recognise him, and how could he not, when they're practically gaping in his direction.
And finallyâ "Oh, uhm, I'm... Ewan, by the way." You shake his extended hand, introducing yourself in turn.
"Nice to meet you," you croak, "and... uhhh... I actuallyâ"
There's a spark in his eye, and either it's the ambient lighting or his cheeks turn flushed. "Do you watch the show?"
"Yes. I'm a huge fan of yours..." you exhale in relief, a weight off your shoulders as if some secret is finally revealed, but then you hear your words again. "...and the show! I mean, I love the showâ"
"Thank you," he grins, saving you from blabbering on too much. He leans forward and nudges your upper arm in a friendly gesture. "Thank you so much, really. I'm glad to hear it."
"So can I ask what's it like to filmâ"
"You here with just mates or a boyfâ"
"Oh, you go ahead," you quickly say, but he blurts out, "Sorry, what did you say?" at the same time. Again.
Just two cluckering hens unable to speak to each other.
Feeling your composure returning, you hold a finger up, telling him to listen for a moment. He laughs softly at your faux stern expression, and the sound is so warm and genuine that your attempted seriousness melts away instantly. You could so get used to that.
"I just wanted to ask, and I hope you don't mind, what is it like to film the show? To be Aemond?"
"Oh, it's an absolute dream," he starts, turning his gaze away for a brief moment as one does when they're tapping into a memory. His blue eyes are cast in another direction, and you're grateful for the momentary reprieve. You catch yourself letting out a shaky breath, no longer arrested by those magnetic orbs of his. But only a few seconds pass before you already miss gazing into them.
You get a hold of your thoughts, and tune in to his words as he continues, "Aemond has become very dear to me... Well, he's definitely a part of me now! And the cast is just the best group of people to work with and I couldn't be more grateful so... Who's your, uhh, favourite character then?"
"Well," you shrug, "you could say he's standing right in front of me!"
"Oh really? And why Aemond?" He places his pint down on the bar and takes a step closer, leaning against the varnished mahogany ever so casually. You have half a mind to chug his pint in order to deal with the intensity of simply being this close to him.
What can you say? Because he's the most beautiful boy you've ever seen? Because he's your tortured little war criminal who is precious and can do no wrong? Because you want to be his ladywife and consumm...
You decide none of those are usable.
So you jump into a brief explanation of how Aemond is a compelling character, a mix of ambition and vulnerability, constantly at odds with others and even himself.
All the while, Ewan stares at you intently. All the while, you pray that your heart won't stop.
When you finish, the smile that is already present on his lips stretches even wider. "You're not just saying that because I'm here, are you? Like, you wouldn't say Criston is your favourite if it were Fabien you bumped into tonight?"
You give a sardonic nod, a slight smirk playing at your lips. "Sure, Ewan. I can easily reuse everything I've said and apply it to Criston Cole. Is Fabien with you? Maybe he can bump into me, and we can start the whole thing all over again."
"No way," he says smoothly, "you're mine."
Your prayers didn't work. Your heart stopped.
He clears his throat, ears reddening. "I mean, you're on team Aemond, come on now. You must prefer him over Cole."
"Well, I do."
"So there, you are mine," he cheekily repeats. Shy then brazen. Embarrassed then flirty.
Just who is this man? You've seen dozens of interviews, heard many a tale of fan encounters, but with every passing second, you feel as if you're discovering someone new altogether.
And it's the type of exciting that stirs you at your core.
"Sorry, am I keeping you from company? I don't want to monopoliseâ "
He hurriedly shuts that down. "No, no, it's okay. I'm just here with my brother and..." A group of lads erupts in cheers at a goal. "...girlfriend."
"Oh," you mumble. Your heart did start working again, only to clench uncomfortably in your chest. "Well, you should get back to your girlfriend. It was really nice to meetâ"
"Wait, hold on," he pleads, reaching for your hand to stop you from turning away, "Not my girlfriend. My brother's. I'm kind of third wheeling them actually. But he's only in London until tomorrow so he wanted to meet me anyway."
"Oh. Okayâ"
"I don't... I don't have a girlfriend."
"Uhm, okay," you offer a small smile, unable to deny that his statement gave you some ease.
For no particular reason.
It dawns on you that his larger, rougher hand is still caging yours. When you finally lift your eyes to meet his, a gentle smile plays at his lips, his gaze unwavering.
He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone meant only for you. "Listen, could Iâ"
Something flutters in your peripheral vision, distracting you, albeit you thought it impossible to have your attention diverted if you would ever meet Ewan.
But it was. You turn to see Paul waving an arm frantically at you, likely having waited far too long for his precious pint. Gracie, bless her, tries to get him to simmer down, reaching across the table to slap his arm. Her hand comes into contact with his skin, resulting in a smack loud enough to reach you across the pub.
"Ow!" Paul yelps.
"Leave her alone, mate!" Gracie snaps.
You can't help but laugh at their antics. When you turn to Ewan again, you lose track of what you were going to say, as he's watching you with an unexpected softness, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"So..."
"Hmm?" How Aemond of him.
"I think I should do my duty and fetch those guys a round," you sigh, jutting a thumb at your table.
"Oh, I'll get it," he quickly offers. "Don't worry about it, darling."
"Are you sure? I really canâ"
"Wait here," he murmurs, his voice so close to your ear that a shiver ripples through you, goosebumps prickling along your skin in response.
You watch as he effortlessly navigates the line, his steady confidence drawing your attention as he orders three pints when it's his turn. You can't help but wonder how no one else has recognized him yet. Luck must be on his side, the footy match on the screens rendering everyone oblivious to the presence of a celebrity in their midst.
Their loss, your gain.
The aforementioned celebrity gestures to you with a tilt of his head, and you weave through the crowd idling by the bar to reach him.
"Here, hold this for me, darling," he says, handing you his own half-empty pint. He balances a full tray with both hands, heading to your table, where Paul has most likely turned into a dry husk.
"Thank you for buying a round!" Gracie exclaims, bouncing slightly in her seat. "You are Ewan from House of the Dragon, right?"
Ewan smiles, shirking slightly under the attention. "Yeah, and hey, I'm just doing my part," he replies with a friendly shrug.
As they gush about House of the Dragon, you try your hardest to disappear into your chair, feeling your cheeks heat. Paul, howeverâof courseâhas other plans.
"So, Ewan, you have to know that my friend hereâ" He gestures dramatically toward you. "âhas the biggest crush on Aemond. I'm talking full-on obsession, really.â
"Oh my god, Paul!" you groan, burying your face in your hands, mortified. "Why would you say that?"
Ewan chuckles, and you peer at him to find him leaning back, a smug yet handsome look on his face. "An obsession, you say?" he teases, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
You shake your head, laughing despite your embarrassment. "Okay, okay, that's a severe exaggeration."
Ewan says with a grin, looking between you and your friends. "I'll have to be on my best behavior, then, wonât I?"
"Oh, absolutely," Gracie replies. "If you mess this up, you'll ruin Aemond for her forever!"
Ewan raises his hands in mock surrender, laughing. "No pressure, then! But, I hope you don't mind if I steal her away for a while," he says, turning his gaze back to you, his tone softening. "I'd really like to sit and talk to her more."
Alys Rivers has got nothing on you.
"What about your brother?" you ask.
"Oh, I see him all the time," he says, all nonchalant, standing from the booth and offering his hand for you to take.
"Are you sure? I don'tâ"
"Oh my god, just go with him, mate! You know you want to," Paul groans loudly, then he throws Ewan a wink, adding, "You two would look so cute together, you know?"
You're about to chastise him for yet another pert remark, when Ewan replies, "Oh, yeah, I know."
As the night wears on, he recounts behind-the-scenes stories from filming, your shared laughter echoing in the back area of the pub. You lean in, captivated by the way he animatedly gestures, and by the absurd fact that you're casually talking to Ewan Mitchell.
Your Tumblr moots are going to have an absolute field day with this if they found out.
"You wouldnât believe how many takes it took me to get that scene right with Vhagar," he says, shaking his head.
You can't help but laugh, picturing the scene. He watches you with a look that sends your poor heart fluttering.
The pub has just announced last call when he places his hand atop yours on the table. "Listen, darling... can I ask for your number? I would really love to see you again sometime."
Does he even have to ask?
"Uh, yeah, of course!" When you hand him his phone back, his fingers brush against yours, purposefully lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
"Brilliant," he says, glancing up at you with that charming smile. "I'll text you right now so you know it's really me."
True to his word, it doesn't take long before your phone buzzes in your pocket. You're met with a notification that an unknown number sent you a messageâ
Hey, beautiful. How about you let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow night? â your obsession, apparently
Your head shoots up, and you lock eyes with Ewan, who is already laughing to himself.
"Ewan! Are you kidding me?" you exclaim, but surrendering to the humour of the whole thing, laughing with him.
"Please say yes, darling?" he tilts his head, pouting adorably, drawing nearer to you.
Yes. Of course. Most certainly.
"Well... since I'm obsessed with you, I guess you already know my answer."
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I've been thinking non stop about Mike liking Abby's new daycare teacher but is too shy to do anything so Abby just casually mentions that her big brother has a crush on you and is doing weird things like checking his hair and only wearing the same pants two days in a row instead of four. So when u spill that Abby told u he doesn't know whether to be mad at her or not bc if ur wasn't for her he would have a date
I LOVEE THESE TYPES OF THINGS GN! READER
youâre sweet, patient, professional while managing to slip in some casualness to the conversations that you and mike have (short and cordial always) that make him feel like youâre more of an acquaintance and not just someone he indirectly pays.
youâre young, around his age he assumes, and he confirms his assumptions when heâs questioning abby.
âyour, uh, new teacher,â he starts as heâs finishing up dinner (spaghetti again).
abby hums from behind him. âwhat about them?â mike turns to glance at his sister who sits on the counter, her feet thudding against the cheap cabinets with the way she kicks them.
he turns back to the stove, shrugging and scratching at his ear. ânothing i was just wondering about them. like ⌠are they ⌠cool?â
and mike is so glad that abby has always been the more talkative one out of the two of them because sheâs immediately thrusting herself into an analysis of your quirks and how you really care about the children.
long story short, abby likes you just as much as mike does. even more, actually.
sheâs always running to hug you when mike drops her off and picks her up, and he distantly wishes he could do the same. he thinks heâs playing it cool, sending you tight lipped smiles and waves that are a little too disjointed.
but abby is more perceptive than he thinks.
each time he tells himself heâs going to have an actual conversation with you. maybe mention the band tee you wear on a casual friday or ask about the song you were humming before heâd arrived. thereâs intentions for him to get to know you and eventually ask you out.
but he backs out each time.
leaving abby to play matchmaker.
when mike comes in one thursday afternoon, hoodie soaked from the thunderstorm outside, he greets you and notices that your smile is a little more bashful than usual. abby is running around with her friends inside, playing an intense game of indoor freeze tag, and mike is trying to get her attention but you stop him.
âthey can play for a while longer. i couldnât let both of you go out in that storm.â
he looks out the window and notices that somehow, itâd gotten stronger.
âuh, do you want something hot to drink? hot chocolate? tea? coffee?â you sound shy, maybe, but mike can't figure out why.
he's just grateful for a chance to spend time alone with you.
âcoffee would be great, actually.â
you and mike end up in the kitchen of the small cafeteria, each drinking your respective drinks in silence, until you speak.
âum, i hope iâm not overstepping.â mikes ears perk up because thatâs never a good start. âbut abby told me that you have a crush on me. is that true?â
fucking abby.
his ears redden immediately, head dropping as he considers how to play this. but before he can even decide, youâre speaking again.
âbecause if so, i just want to let you know that i feel the same.â
he lifts his head too quick, a little bit of his coffee spilling out of the loaned mug with the movement. he doesnât care about that, though, at least not immediately. instead, he focuses on you. he searches your face for a joking smile, maybe a little bit of mischief in your eyes. but thereâs nothing but honesty in them.
he takes the plunge.
âwould you wanna do something ⌠sometime?â not very descriptive but you smile at him anyway.
âi would love to.â
god bless abby.
#heâs so cutesy#mschmidtsworld!#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt fluff#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt#fnaf movie
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Anything for You. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*
Summary: Eddie helps his girlfriend take care of a messy situation
Word Count: 1.2k
TW: Periods, blood.
A.N.: Guess who's back... back again! This is a bit self indulgent because Iâm (still) on my period and all I want is for Eddie to hold me and take care of me.
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The house was pitch black as Eddie tried his hardest not to wake his sleeping girlfriend up.
He wishes he would have been smart enough to keep a flashlight near the door so he could at least see where he was going instead of feeling around the air, hoping not to bump into a piece of furniture or run into the wall like heâs done many times in the past⌠or 2 days ago.
Work was long today, somehow the past 3 Fridays Eddie has been stuck working 13 hour shifts, guys at the garage who come in after him being sent home before him. Sure his body was tired and worn out, but getting those checks had been nice.
Finally he reaches the bedroom, stripping his work clothes off and leaving them in a trail to the bathroom so he could shower the smell of the grease and sweat off his body before going to sleep next to his girlfriend.
He smiles at her as he passes by, only seeing the back of her head as the light from the bathroom illuminates her. There was nothing better than snuggling next to her after a long day and feeling her relax into his body in her sleep.
After rinsing the suds off his body and drying himself off, he tiptoes back into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of boxers from the laundry basket full of clean clothes that needed to be put away and slipping them on.
If he had to stand up for 2 seconds longer, his knees would surely buckle. The hot shower really emphasized how worn out his body was.
His eyes adjust to the little light from the street, coming through their makeshift curtains. As he grabs the untouched sheets on the bed and pulls them back so he can slide in, he notices a dark patch on the bedding next to his girlfriend.
The longer he tries to focus his eyes better, trying to decipher what he was looking at, he notices a dark patch on the back of her shorts too.
He turns the light back on in the bathroom, not wanting to startle her with the light from the side table near her. The extra light confirming what he had thought.
âBabe, you gotta wake up for a sec.â He gently shakes her shoulder.
She inhales deeply before stretching her body, her arms raising above her head as she only opens one of her eyes to look at him, confused as to whatâs going on.
âHey, I gotta get you out of bed. I think youâre bleeding.â
Both of her eyes fly open, sitting up quickly. âShit. Oh my god. Shit.â She panics, grabbing the sheets that were in her lap to cover herself. Her head falls into her hands in embarrassment, wanting nothing more than to crawl into her own skin. âIâm sorry, Eds. God this is so embarrassing. Iâm sorry!â
Her period had come at least 3 days early, usually she was a step ahead and had something on the night before so this never happened.
He could see the immediate panic in her face as she realized she had bled onto their bed sheets.
âHey, no. Itâs okay. Go clean yourself up and Iâll take care of the sheets, okay? Youâre okay, sweetheart.â Eddie says softly, reaching out to rub her back softly. âYou need me to get you some new underwear and shorts?â
âPlease?â She clenches her thighs together as she goes to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off and opting to jump into the shower to clean herself up.
Part of her wanted to cry from embarrassment. Eddie had never seen her leak out onto her clothes, and now her boyfriend was washing the blood off their sheets.
Of course now she felt the sharp cramps in her uterus and the sensitivity from her nipples as the water hits them.
She groans to herself at the pain, resting her forehead on the tile next to her, knowing she had at least 3 or 4 days of cramps that hurt much worse than this.
âBaby, I brought you some clean clothes. I left them on the counter.â Eddieâs voice calls from the other side of the shower curtain. âYou okay?â
âYeah Iâll be okay, babe. Iâll be out in a second.â
She waits for the door to shut before she turns the water off, grabbing the towel off the hook and wrapping it around herself.
She couldnât help but smile seeing a new outfit for her laying out on the counter and a pad sitting on top of the pile. He really was the best boyfriend she could ever ask for.
Once sheâs dressed and settled, she nervously steps out to the bedroom only to find Eddie struggling to put the fitted sheet on the mattress.
âYou need some help there?â She snorts a laugh.
Eddieâs tongue sticks out the corner of his mouth in concentration as he tucks the corner in, smiling in success that none of the other corners snapped back up like they had before. He laughs to himself in victory, hopping back onto his feet. âGot it finally. Lemme just throw the sheet on and you can lay back down. I couldnât find the heating pad but I got you some water.â
Her whole heart swelled at his thoughtfulness and she felt a small lump in her throat build. There was no way to control the tears that pricked her eyes.
âWhy are you crying?â Eddie asks, walking over to her and touching her arms in comfort.
âItâs nothing. Youâre just really sweet to me.â She wraps her arms around him, nuzzling her face in his chest as she hugs him tightly.
Eddie kisses the top of her head, running his hands up and down her back slowly. âAnything for you, sweetheart.â
She waits as he fixes the top sheet on the bed, helping him throw the pillows back on and placing the comforter back on the lower half of the bed.
Both of them snuggle into bed, finally together after a long day away from each other.
Eddie pats his chest, motioning her to come lay on his chest. She snuggles happily on his chest, letting her arm drape over his stomach in hopes she can fall back to sleep like before.
Of course as soon as she settles, she feels a tight cramp start, making her whine uncomfortably and scrunch her body up in a ball. âSorry, it just hurts.â
Eddie shuffles down the bed, laying her on her back again while he rests his head on her tummy, letting his chest be her heating pad. He makes a mental note to drive to the drug store to go find her a heating pad tomorrow. His hands rests on her hips, his fingers gently dancing across the skin to help relax her.
She relaxes against his body, knowing his warmth would help the pain and his weight on her help her drift to sleep. Her own hands find their way to his hair, massaging his scalp.
Eddie moans happily, letting his eyes flutter closed.
This was all he thought about while at work, coming home to his beautiful girlfriend and laying down with her, holding her against his body while he slept.
The faster he fell asleep meant the sooner he would wake up and have all weekend to spend next to her.
âThank you for taking care of me, baby. I know you were tired after working all day.â She whispers to him.
With the little bit of energy he had left, he turns his head and kisses her tummy, quickly nuzzling his head back against her body. âYou know I got you, angel.â
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