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They grabbed the silks and jewels, pocketed the gold coins, filled their empty wineskins with the kingâs finest, most sapid alcohol. Their old rags were abandoned for warm furs and leathers, and the youngest, barely older than thirteen, threw his too-small shoes to the side for a pair of fine boots.
All that time, they left Lora Isold bleeding on the marble floor, both arms tied so she couldnât escape and her mouth gagged with an old tunic.
No matter that sheâd been the one to get them passed the guards. No matter that sheâd healed their sick with her last bottle of medicine. No matter any of it. They hadnât even had the mind to give her a single coin.
She was used to pain. Sheâd bled on expensive floors before. It was the fact that she was going to die here, next to a young, naive king with a snapped leg. She was going to die with no payment and no honor, and that made bile rise in her throat.
The band of nobodies cleared the last of the treasure and slung packed bags over their shoulders. One of them, a Skilled young man, drew water from the air with a twist of his wrist and threw it over the fire. Winter chill filled the room almost instantly.
âSorry, Sweet,â the leader said, leaning down to run a calloused hand through her hair. As if she were a child. âYour help was much appreciated.â
He set a golden goblet next to her face, so close she could feel the metal chill on her cheek. âHope thatâs worth your trouble. Maybe theyâll pity you a few drops of rum at the tavern, if you can make it there.â
His green eyes sparked, and he took her bound hand in his. Then he lit a flame in his palm.
She cursed behind the gag, her free hand grasping for any sort of brace against the heat. There were none.
He held the fire there for several moments, not even caring enough to look at her while he charred her skin. And when he finally did let go, he didnât say a word. Just shook the fire out and spun on his heel.
He shot the king a sour smile. âPerhaps, if you still had your staff, youâd wouldnât be dying such a humiliating death. Letâs go, men! The people will be glad to know their Unskilled king is finally dead.â
And then, it was Lora and the King Solari.
The king whoâd, apparently, been living alone in the palace for who knew how long.
The king who simply stared at the now-empty throne room, his hair tangled where the people had yanked the crown off his head. His breathing was ragged.
He wasnât in much better shape than she was.
His leg was broken, she knew that from the sound of his scream and the crack of earlier. But blood trickled down the left side of his face, red staining his lips in a way that looked much like he were a jester instead of a king.
Theyâd carved a picture into his dark cheek, Lora realized with a start. Intricate slashes gave way to the royal familyâs seal, a shield with a scepter in the center and lined with laurels.
She hadnât seen that seal in sometime. Theyâd carved it with reason, certainly. But she had no idea what that reason was.
She was a mercenary, yes, but this was far beyond anything sheâd seen in her circles. This robberyâthis wasnât the sloppy work of a band of nobodies. This had been planned.
And sheâd written them off as innocent and a bit stupid. Even naive.
That was hilarious. Truly, she hadnât the slightest inkling that they were more than a handful of poor citizens trying to make something of themselves. She hadnât realized their leader was a Skilled. Which was her own fault. Sheâd given out the fact that she was Unskilled too freely.
The king finally found her gaze. He used the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his skin, flinching slightly.
And he began to drag himself towards her. Slowly, using the palms of his hands and hissing out sharp sounds every few moments when his leg weighed behind him.
Lora tensed each time he did. A broken bone was a white-hot, screaming ache. You couldnât move without it shouting its presence. So what was he doing?
He stopped a few steps away from her, eyes unfocused for a moment. When he finally steadied himself, he offered a weak laugh.
âI suppose weâre both expendable, hm?â
What?
She just stared at him. It wasnât like she could respond very well, and even if she could, how was she supposed to respond?
Yes, they were both expendable to the adventurers, no matter their deeds or titles. They were probably expendable to most of the kingdom.
He reached a shaking hand up behind her head, and Lora was quite certain he was about to grab the knife from her belt and finally end her.
She waited, keeping her breathing steady. He would die soon after her, anyway. Without medical care, he wouldnât make it for more than a handful of days.
The gag fell away from her mouth, instead.
She sucked in a full breath of air, the scent of blood and smoke and dust flooding her lungs. Her exhale came out on a cloud amidst the winter air. âLoosen the bonds on my hands,â she demanded, doing her best to keep her tone gentle despite her frustration.
He mustâve been too drunk on pain to chastise her for disrespect, because he did it without a word.
He was a bit unsteady in the cold. He pulled the rope over her burnt hand more than once, leaving her to bite her cheek to keep from making noise. It hurt.
But then the rope loosened, and she could see the dark skin of her palm and fingers. A steady burn, halfway up her forearm and fairly deep. It would take a time to heal.
With her good hand, she loosened her belt. Slid the pack and knife off and to the floor. Lifted her tunic to see the wound clearly.
She didnât care enough to examine it. It hadnât bled much, and it wasnât deep. It was the burn she was more worried about.
Still, she pulled a worn map of the kingdom from her pack and laid it carefully over the wound, then wrapped the belt atop it so she had a horribly loose, unclean bandage of sorts.
Actually, she couldnât even call it that. It was more ofâŠ
She didnât have a word for it. Either way, it was an embarrassingly bad job, especially for her skill set.
âGlad to see you appreciate my kingdom,â the king deadpanned, staring down at the map wrap.
Oh. Oh.
âIâm not considering patriotism at the moment. I can die, if youâd prefer,â she said.
He lifted his stare to her, brown eyes narrowing slightly. His blood-stained lips tightened.
That probably was a bit too harsh, given the situation.
He bit out a half-delirious laugh, then, so sudden it made Lora jump. It seized at his chest and choked from his throat. âPerhaps you should! Perhaps you should, and then I can die without the humiliation of someone seeing me so bloodied with a forgotten seal carved into my face!â
She didnât find the humor in his words. Yes, sheâd wanted a new ruler for as many years as heâd been king. But she hadnât come here to kill him, especially without a better alternative. That was a foolâs errand.
Sheâd only come to serve as a guide and perhaps show the kingdom their king wasnât as powerful as he made himself to be. Then, perhaps, the people would elect a new ruler.
But if Solari died now, there was no replacement. The first to reach the throne would take over the kingdom, and that was certainly a worser fate.
She sucked in a breath. âLet me see the leg.â
âWhy? So you can cut it off?â
A surprised laugh broke from her lips. âNo, you egg, so I can set the bone.â
âTo steal my bone?â He shot her an incredulous look. âYouâre going to take that, too?!â
Yes, he was certainly delirious.
âNo, justââ How was she going to explain this? âIâm going to fix it for now, until we can get to a healer somewhere.â
âAh.â He nodded violently. âI know a healer.â
Lora didnât doubt it.
She didnât try to converse with him any longer. Instead, she handed him a flask from her pack.
âDrink. Itâll help the pain and bring your head back.â
He looked between her and the flask, then to the goblet at her side. âGive me that.â
She rolled her eyes but obeyed. He poured half the contents into the cup, lifting it in his hand and spinning it like some sort of rich wine. Which it most certainly was not.
His face twisted when the alcohol passed his lips. âThis is certainly not wine.â
âItâs cheap alcohol for disinfecting.â
âCheap?â He drew the goblet away, but she pushed it back to his lips.
âFinish it.â
He did, slowly, his eyes flicking and his hands unsteady. She couldnât tell if it was the cold or the pain anymore.
âDo you want some?â he asked after several minutes, holding out the empty goblet. He was still pale, but at least his words sounded steady.
âNo. Iâm trying to fix your leg with the little focus I have left.â
âIf you insist.â
She only had one good hand, so the task was going to be immeasurably difficult even without alcohol.
Even so, she took the tunic-gag to use as a splint of sorts. She anchored herself on one side of his leg with her knee and placed her good hand on the opposite side.
âDonât move. Donât breathe. Donât make a sound. This is, more than likely, not going to be enjoyable.â
âJoy,â the king deadpanned.
Lora pushed the bone back into place and wrapped it as tightly as she could manage.
The king cursed, his face going even paler than before. He sucked his teeth.
âJoyâŠâ
Lora sat back.
Now, they simply had to find a healer without either of them dying of infection.
Joy.
ââââââ
Merry Christmas!!! I think Iâll make this into a multi-part story.
Yippie!
Let me know if you want something specific in it. I love requests đ«¶
Youâre a mercenary hired by adventurers to defeat the boss. After the battle, they loot the treasure and abandon you wounded. The defeated boss crawls over and says, âGuess weâre both expendable, huh?â
#writing#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writblr#writers#writing community#writerscommunity#writing inspiration#writing prompts#writing prompt#royal#royalty
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Fox woke up with a dull headache and laying on the best mattress in the entire Galaxy.
He sighed. It had been a rough week. Someone could say that all of his weeks were rough, but Fox had very different parameters on what counted as rough anymore than most people. In that light, the past week had definitely been rough. It was a pleasant surprise to wake up with only a headache, and a manageable one at that, and not having to peel himself off of damp ground first thing after waking up.
Fox turned his head a bit more into the pillow. It had been a while since he had had the time to go meet Bail in the House. He had never slept the night there, but he had been into Bail's personal quarters a few times. It had always been like getting a little glimpse of what having a home with them would be like, and the times Fox had laid there on the bed, closing his eyes just for a moment, he had allowed himself to just dream of it and ignore everything that happened outside the walls of the room.
The linens smelled faintly of Bail's cologne mixed with the soft washing agent he preferred to use. It was Breha's favorite, and reminded him of home, he had told Fox, and Fox had used that knowledge to imagine how it would be to wake up next to her, in a time where he would have nothing to worry about anymore.
Fox breathed in the scent, and remembered that he was supposed to be dead.
Fox snapped properly awake instantly, every bit of his training kicking in all at once, and he jumped to sit up on the bed. That turned out to be a bad idea, since his back gave him a very intense warning not to move too fast in the form of searing pain coursing up his spine. It left him breathing rapidly for a moment, before whatever painkillers that were used to dull the pain this far started to soothe it over again.
Fox took another deep breath once he could, and with it came the rest of it. The fight, the explosion, hitting ground, and then- nothing. Nothing else between the last impact of hard ground beneath him and waking up in the Cantham House in Bail's bed.
This didn't make any sense. Or maybe it did, but not to Fox just yet. He needed to...he needed to find Bail.
Fox got all the way to pushing the blankets off of him when the door opened, and Bail stepped in.
There was a singular second, during which Bail stared at him, opened his mouth and immediately closed it again, and then he was hurrying up to the bed, crossing the entire room with only a few long strides, and then he was already wrapping his arms tightly around Fox.
Fox breathed in. It was a little shaky. Was he shaking? Bail was, just a little, Fox could feel it from how close to himself Bail was holding him. He pulled his head back in order to look him in the face. He couldn't see much, only the way how tightly set Bail's jaw was and how the corners of his mouth were turned down.
"Bail", Fox called softly. He didn't dare to speak any louder. It felt inapproriate, especially considering what he had done, how much it had probably hurt Bail and Breha and everyone else. This was too much, already, still having Bail hold him like this, and Fox didn't want to push beyond what he was given.
He both felt and heard Bail draw in a deeper breath as well, before he loosened his hold a little.
"Fox." Bail moved back, but only a couple of inches, still not letting go off Fox either. He pressed a soft kiss onto Fox's temple, and Fox had to fight his heart in order for it not to slam right into his throat. "How are you feeling, my love?"
My love. My love, my love, my love. The relief and the guilt that followed immediately after were so strong that Fox had to now fight the tears that were threatening to gather into his burning eyes. Bail was too good, way too good. Everything that Fox had done, and still he called him that.
"I'm..." His throat was dry, most likely not just from having emotions, and Fox had to swallow a couple of times before he got his voice to work. "Good. All things considered."
The explosion he remembered before everything stopped had not been just a little bang, and Fox was honestly surprised that he still had all of his limbs and his face intact. At least the armor had proven to be worth everything he had put into it.
"Good", Bail said. He finally leaned back enough that Fox could see him properly again. There was still some tightness left in his expression, but there was unmistakeably relief written all over him as well. "You gave me quite the scare there, you know?"
There was no accusation in his voice, but that didn't matter, because Fox was feeling guilty enough already all on his own.
"I'm sorry", he blurted. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"
To make you think I'm dead. To hurt you. To make you grieve someone like me when there is so much already for you to worry about constantly.
"Fox." Bail's hand came to craddle his face. "I understand. You don't have to apologise to me."
"Yes I do." Bail was too good, way too good for someone like Fox. "I didn't want to make you think I was gone when I really wasn't. I just...I just didn't know how to tell you without anyone finding out."
He had wanted to tell him and Breha immediately. Making them believe he was dead had been outright nauseating, but with how close the Senate was to Bail all the time, and with how many players there whose alliances Fox still couldn't name for sure, it had seemed impossible at the time, and with so many other pressing things coming at him constantly, he had not had the time to even begin to plan how to contact either of them safely, and had resigned himself to the fact that it was better this way, anyway. If he got killed on his way down to the core of the War, they wouldn't have to grieve him twice.
"I know", Bail said. "I'm serious. I know you. I know that you wouldn't have done it if you didn't think it was necessary or if you couldn't find a way. We've all made sacrifices during this war. This was not the first, and it will not be the last."
He ran his thumb gently across Fox's cheek, and Fox finally gave himself permission to lean into the touch. He had missed this. He had missed Bail and Breha so, so badly.
"Thank you", he said.
The corners of Bail's mouth finally turned more upwards.
"You don't need to thank me", he said. He quickly glanced down at Fox's body then. "Do you need more medication for the pain? You were pretty roughed up when we found you, I am honestly quite surprised that you are managing this good."
"I'm good." Fox looked down on himself then as well. His arms were pretty much completely covered in dressings that if he concentrated smelled faintly of bacta. The same situation was going on with what surface area Fox could see beneath his shirt, and when he looked towards his legs, he could see that his left shin was encased in a more heavy-duty brace. The medication was really putting in some work, since Fox hadn't noticed any of it until now. "We're made to be much sturdier than we look. Wouldn't be much use in combat otherwise."
Bail shook his head a little, but didn't comment on it otherwise.
"Please do tell me if you do need something", he said instead. "I'm...I was afraid for a moment that I'd lost you again, before we got there."
That reminded Fox again of all the questions he had.
"How did you find me?" He asked. "Or, more importantly, why were you even there?"
Bail perhaps lacked the level of self-preservation that Fox wished he had, but going after someone who had been at the center of major conflicts on the planet for weeks now was a decision Fox didn't understand. They did have the same enemies, of course, but that had been all the connection Bail had had to whatever Fox had been doing. Personally coming after someone like that just didn't make sense.
Bail frowned a bit.
"Padmé and I figured out what you were most likely after", he said. "And I realised that you were walking into what was essentially a trap. I had come get you."
Fox opened his mouth to ask him why when it clicked.
"You knew it was me?" He asked.
"Yes", Bail answered immediately. "I've known since the first broadcast after you leaked the files."
"How?" Fox had put so much effort into making the armor cover all recognizable features of him. He had put so much effort into learning to let go and not fight like a clone. He had put so much effort on making sure that he would succeed in his mission, ready to denounce every part of himself in the process if he had to, to make sure that none of them could be used to track him down.
Bail looked him in the eyes.
"I told you already", he said, easily, unwaveringly. "I know you."
Such a simple answer, but one that made Fox's heart hammer hard inside his chest nevertheless.
"Okay", he said, because what else was he supposed to say to that? "Can I call Breha?"
Bail smiled at him.
"Yes", he said. "She's been waiting for you."
#fox: how did you know it was me?#bail: I've stared at you up close so much that it would be embarrassing for me not to know#I've been reading my own fics lately and wanted to see these three again#so here's more on this au! I have so many au's I swear to god why did I do this to myself#because I have no self-control that's why anyway!#them <3#sw#tcw#my writing#snippets#Star Writing#Commander Fox#Bail Organa#bail/breha/fox#Coruscant Knight AU
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I am currently laying in bed with a fever unable to sleep and Jerejean is haunting my brain...
I can play this lil scene in my head where Jean has been kinda off all day. Flinching away from everyone, hesitant to look anyone in the eyes, nearly shoved Jeremy to the ground because he accidentally snuck up beside him. After they get home Jean goes straight for his room, not bothering to turn on the light, he just hides away behind a mostly closed door. Jeremy notices the crack letting a little light in and takes it as an invitation. 'He cant really want to be alone if he didnt lock us out, maybe I can do something' so Jeremy creaks the door open and Jeans sitting on the floor, back against the bed with his head on his knees.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He doesnt respond "I cant help if I dont know the problem." He stirs a bit at this but doesnt move.
"This. You, the girls, I dont know how much i can handle" Jeremy barely hears him, he doesnt ever actaully open up, not fully. The panic sets in because Jeremy cannot mess up this opportunity, hes letting him help. But he doesnt understand what he means, so he walks over and sits across from him.
"What did we do wrong, so we can fix it. The last thing we want is to hurt you"
"Thats it, you haven't. I keep waiting for the other foot to drop, for someone to snap. I am Jean Moreau, I have never had...this. Kindness, the feeling of being..."
"Loved. Jean you are loved. By me, by Cat and Laila and Kevin. The pretty girl in the picture and I'm sure so many more. I know that must be terrifying given what you have endured, but that doesn't mean its bad. We will teach you how to be loved." Jeremy reaches out to him, gently making him look up. "You are going to be okay. Maybe not now, but one day" Jean looks up at him with tear filled eyes, so close to breaking. Unable to think of any other proof he could give him, he gives him a soft kiss on top of his head. Jeremy doesnt miss the jagged breath Jean takes and for a moment he thinks he messed up, but in the quietest voice hes ever heard from him, Jean asks "again?" So he does, he kisses his forehead, then his temple, his cheek, the other cheek, then he pulls his hands up and litters kisses over the scars on his knuckles.
"You are Jean Moreau" another kiss to his left hand "and you do not have to be scared." He leans forward and kisses his nose, "You are my Partner," the scar on his eyebrow, "you are Cat and Laila's roommate," The tears fall, "you are not a raven," he kisses those away, "and you are not what they did to you." Holding his face in his hands Jeremy makes him look him in the eye, "You are Jean Moreau and you deserve to be loved." To this, he lets it all out, breaking into a silent sob and he wraps himself around Jeremy, so he pulls him closer, puts a hand in his hair and whispers "I got you" over and over until he falls asleep.
I don't even know of this would be in character, I am not lying when I say I am delusionally sick, but I really hope we get another, more in depth moment of Jeremy conforming Jean (or vice versa đ) 19 was a rough age for me and I didnt go through a quarter of the truama he did, he honestly needs so many more hugs.
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2 things I got feral for
1. Batman calling any of the former Robin's, Robin, to get them to snap out of a spiral or a panic attack
2. Other Heros, but excpecially the batfamily, being forcibly reminded that Batman is just a human. Seeing him go down, wounded or even at his limit. And being reminded that under the self confident, calm, cold manner is just another guy with no special power. Just a man
Thereâs something really poetic about former Robins still answering to âRobin!â even years later. Itâs so ingrained in them, in their psyche, it forces them to get up and look for Batman no matter what.
And itâs equally poetic that Bruce can snap out of almost anything when he hears one of his kids say âB!â in that specific tone of voice. The one that says I need you now, somethingâs wrong.
#I agree about your second point too#thereâs beauty in that vulnerability#heâs just a man holding things together#with all the strength he has#and he is so close to snapping at any given moment#bruce wayne#batman#dc#asks#anon#batfamily
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âSâhicâso full, Ken,â you whimper as the last ropes of his cum spill out into your insides. You have never felt a sensation like this before, being absolutely filled to the brim with all of what Nanami Kento has to offer.
You feel the deep hum Nanami lets out in response everywhereâhis overwhelming being currently consuming your own. Currently mounted over you, he holds you up by the plush of your ass so your hips are lifted to meet his thrusts. Your body is so contorted that your knees fall and press against your shoulders with every piston of his cock. How the hell did you even end up in this position?
âOh darling, fuck, I missed you so much,â he moans as he languidly pushes his cock in and out of your sopping wet pussy. You watch as his abdomen flexes with every thrust, and you canât help but marvel at how the low light of your bedroom reflects on his glistening, sweat-slicked skin. Eyes trailing upward, you soak in the constellation of freckles on his shoulders, the swell of his deltoid muscles, the way his damp hair falls forward, messy and unkempt after rounds of orgasms.
Another one of his moans snaps you out of your trance, and you focus your eyes to meet his blown-out, lust-filled gaze. Instinctually, your walls clench at the sight, and your eyes widen in horror when you realize itâs too late.
âTsk,â he smirks as he breaks his gaze from your own to down where youâre both connected, âsheâs so greedy, begging for more after all Iâve given her.â
One of his hands leaves your ass to swipe a thumb against your sensitive clit, causing you to gasp and clench again. âShould I give her what she wants, sweetheart?â
âI-I donât think thereâs any more room, Ken, youâve filled me up so much,â you mewl.
His eyes flick up again as your words trail off, and you canât help but notice how the intention behind them has changed, looking as if he has been given a new lifeâa new meaning. Reaching somewhere behind him, he fiddles around until he finds what heâs looking forâhis phone.
Slowly, he shifts backwards to release himself from your gushing heat, being careful to not let any of his seed spill from your folds. He groans as his tip finally slips out and quickly grabs your hand to press against your opening.
âYeah, just like that, hold it all in for me,â he praises.Â
You feel your heartbeat quicken, curious and interested. Climbing off the bed, he stands off to the side and holds out his hand, beckoning you to join him, which you do without question.
âThere we go, pretty girl, stand right here for me.â
Following his request, you stand before him with your hand still pressed up against yourself. You feel yourself tremble, not in worry, but in anticipation of whatâs to come. Nanami must have taken note, because he is now grazing his fingers up and down the skin of your shoulder.
Leaning in close, lips ghosting over your own, he whispers, âDo you trust me?â
âAlways, Ken.â
Your heart flutters as he smiles and kisses you, tongue slipping from his parted mouth to swipe your lower lip. With one final peck, he keeps eye contact with you as he kneels, light pooling into the room from the flashlight of his phone.
You hear a little ding, signaling that he is recording.
âDo you remember what you said to me, baby?â he murmurs, voice filled with love and adoration as he points the camera up to you while his other hand rests against your lower tummy.Â
âW-what I said?â you stutter, mind trying to think back to moments ago.
âYes.â
You try to think, mind still in a daze. What you said?
Oh.
Ah.
So this is what he wants.
Looking at the camera, eyes blinded by the light, you pout, âI donât think thereâs any more room, Ken, youâve filled me up sooo much.â
You hear a soft groan, and the light moves down your body to your lower half.Â
âShow me.â
Slowly, you remove your hand from your core, a mix of your cum and his already pooling at your fingertips, to place your hand above his own on your abdomen. You donât have to look down to confirmâhot liquid is already dripping down your thighs at an intense rate.
You jolt and gasp when you feel his firm hand pressing into your body, a fresh new wave of semen spilling from your insides. Thereâs so muchâmaybe too muchâas it trickles past your knees. Thereâs another groan that escapes from Nanamiâs lips.
âGood girl.â
Your body is trembling, your pussy fluttering around nothing, just wanting so badly to be filled again and again. Would it be so bad to ask for more?
a/n: well, well, well, here we are again. what can I say? nanami kento is always on my mind. hope you enjoy! à©âĄËł
#HORN EEE pt. 5#nanami kento#nanami kento smut#nanami smut#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento x y/n#nanami kento x you#kento nanami#kento nanami x y/n#kento nanami x reader#kento nanami x you#jjk nanami#jjk smut#jjk fic#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#nanami drabbles#nanami x reader#nanami x reader smut#nanami
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Park Sunghoon (kinks + positions)
PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader
GENRE: smut
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
WARNING: 18+ content, slight exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking/breath play, standing backshots, missionary, dirty talk (sunghoon calls the reader slut, cunt) I think that's all
A/N: hi again lmao this one feels SO SO SO rushed to me for some reason but I'm posting it nonetheless so once again, if it feels weird or like poorly just POINT IT OUT but have a lovely read ahead <333
Kinks: exhibitionism, breath play, overstimulation
Positions: backshots, missionary
Your face was pressed against the cold glass of the balcony door as Sunghoonâs dick drilled inside you from the back and his hand held your hair up in a messy ponytail in his fist with your head pulled back to rest on his shoulder. Standing backshots were his favourite thing in the world. âOur neighbours must be having one hell of a showâ he whispered against your ear, so close that his lips brushed against your earlobe.Â
âYe-es nghâ Your body could only grunt in response when you felt him pry your legs open even more to reach into your hole deeper if that were possible. His other hand reached down your body and stopped at your clit where he began circling figure eights on the bundle of nerves, doubling the amount of pleasure that he was giving you while rearranging your insides with his cock.
âYou about to come huh?â you felt him groan out while his hand kept working on your clit and your hair being pulled to keep you in place. âAh- yes aahhâ Broken moans were spilling out of your mouth with every thrust of his that seemed to deepen every time he pushed in. âTsk tsk tskâ You could see his reflection in the glass door against which you were pressed, a smug grin on his face, relishing in your pleasure.Â
âFucked you too dumb didnât I?â he asked while mocking a pout as he licked a wet stripe up your left cheek. The coil in your stomach seemed to tighten and snap at any given moment with the way he sped up the speed of his fingers abusing your clitoris. He laughed at your almost half-conscious state, your eyes half-hooded as your body spasmed with pleasure when he hit that spot inside you. Coming undone on his cock, you could only feel him drilling inside you throughout your high.
âIâm gonna fill you up so much youâre gonna be leaking my cum for days you fucking cuntâ Hearing his harsh words you could only see white, the pleasure becoming too much as your legs gave out, but he held you hoisted up against the balcony door through which absolutely anyone could see the way Sunghoon was fucking your brains out. With your eyes rolled to the back of your head and clit so sensitive you could cry, you felt his hips stutter against your ass indicating that he was close too. âIn-Insideâ somehow you managed to croak to which you received a harder pull on your hair, he pulled on your hair a little as he shot his load inside you, filling you up to the brim and delivering one last deep thrust making sure to not waste even a drop of it.Â
You could feel the ropes of warm white liquid being fucked into you from behind as he loosened his grip on your hair, your scalp burning with the after-effects and your body limp, leaning against the door. You felt him picking you up and throwing you onto the bed, legs sore from being forced open for 2 orgasms already. Your brain was too fogged to comprehend what was happening in front of you when you felt the mattress dip by the sides of your head. âYou didnât think we were done yet, did you?â he whispered in your ear.Â
Sunghoon was on top of you, his elbows supporting his body weight as he slowly but sensually took your lips in for a hungry kiss, his tongue pushing inside your mouth and exploring every bit of it and sucking on your tongue. A string of saliva connected your lips when he pulled back to look at your face with beads of sweat here and there.Â
You let out a panicked gasp when his tip rubbed your slick between your folds as white spilt out from your pussy from the last orgasm. One of his hands slid down your body, reaching down to where your bodies were connecting as he guided his still-hardened shaft inside your sensitive cunt. âTake it like the little slut you are huh?â he grunted before immediately pushing his whole length in without a warning, knocking the air out of you as the new position allowed his tip to kiss your cervix just at the right spot.Â
Feeling an emptiness as he pulled out, you couldnât recover from the previous thrust when he pistoned back in, hitting that spot again that whitened your vision with pleasure each time his tip brushed against it. âN-no more a-aah please-â you couldnât even finish saying when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat, applying pressure just enough to make you gasp for air, blurring your vision with immense pleasure as his pace quickened, squelching sounds could be heard with each thrust as he fucked your mixed cum back into your hole.
âGive me one more yeah?â he said while releasing your throat just enough for you to catch your lost breath before he tightened his grip again. His hips were slamming into yours continuously, your body digging into the mattress each time pushed in harshly. You could only shake your head in response when he suddenly released his grip from your throat and his hand immediately reached down to rub urgent circles on your already swollen and sensitive clitoris.Â
A string of incoherent moans spilt from your throat when he deepened his thrusts and rubbed your clit, pushing your body to another orgasm that you felt approaching soon. Your pussy clenching around him in response to the stimulation and sucking him even deeper into your hole. âCum for me slutâ he said as you came around him for the 3rd time tonight. Your warm cum was leaking out of you as he kept thrusting inside you, chasing his own high which wasnât that far as you kept clenching around him. âS-stop Sungh-â you were about to say but his palm was placed against your lips, muffling your cries for him to stop.Â
âLove. watching. You. fall. Apart. On. My. Cock.â he said after every thrust that built up to his orgasm and he finally shot his seed in you, filling you up to the brim and pushing all your cum mixed with his inside you with one especially deep thrust.Â
You felt his forehead drop onto yours while he caught his breath, panting from the intense orgasm he just had, his dick still sensitive inside of you when he pulled out with a sharp hiss and sitting on his knees with your legs spread wide, white spilling out of your hole as he pushed it back in with his fingers, âgotta keep it all inside hm?â he said while looking at your fucked out expression, letting out a mocking laugh when he saw you looking at him with a tired smile on your lips when looking at him.Â
âYou got some real nerve smiling down at me while your pussyâs quite literally leaking of my cumâ he said while standing up and getting a box of tissues from the side table to clean both of you up.
It was days like this when you were reminded of how high your boyfriendâs sex drive was.
Nonetheless, you enjoyed every second of nights like these.
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OBX Season 5: Payback for Maybank - masterlist
Actor! Au Pairing: Actress! Reader x Drew Starkey Your Character: Piper Monroe, a jack of all trades whose hustle was making a living as an arms dealer in Morocco. Until a group of foreigners find her with an appetite for revenge, and she decides to tag along.
These can be read in any order, the season summary is just to give you some background on the character and role you played in the final season. In this mini series you'll get to see what really goes on behind the scenes.
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Season Summary: This season, the Pogues are back, and their hunt for Chandler Groff leads them through the scorching sands of Moroccoâand straight into your path, a mischievous arms dealer with secrets as deep as your scars. Due to your betrayal, the Pogues are ambushed and barely survive, saved only by your last-minute change of heart. Even after your redemption and display of loyalty, Rafe still doesnât trust you, and in your uneasy alliance, he keeps you close, sometimes too close. Tension crackles between you, with moments where his knife is at your throat, yet something unspoken simmers beneath the surface. In the final episode, as danger closes in, confessions boil over when you and Rafe find yourselves held hostage by the leader of the mercenaries, Finch. During your time in bondage, you connect on feelings of solitude and regrets, but you see a spark in him when he mentions a girl back home, a reason to keep fighting. It's a race against time before Finch comes back to kill you. To both your frustration, critical thinking and strategic camaraderie are necessary for your escape. When you find yourselves stuck in a sticky situation amidst your escape, you make the ultimate sacrifice for Rafe, reminding him, âYou have someone to live for,â before initiating a human diversion in a suicide mission, giving Rafe the chance to make it back to the Pogues, giving him a second chance.
Below the cut youâll find my masterlist of life behind the scenes of season 5. Including premiere appearances, bloopers, red carpets, interviews and your budding romance with Drew.
Lights, Camera, Action! -> It's your first day on set and your nerves are through the roof but the cast makes you feel at home. You practice your lines, but the sparks between you and Drew are unscripted.
Between the Lines -> It's the little things that go on behind the scenes between you and Drew that makes your chemistry electric.
Co-Star Confessions-> The cast takes you along for a trip to take a lie detector test. The jokes are rolling and the tea starts to spill.
Portugal Nights-> The day was tense. Rehearsals were much more heated than the lines intended and the thin rubber band of restraint holding you both apart was bound to snap, and it finally does.
The Wrap Party-> Filming is over and that's a wrap for Outer Banks. Things get emotional but Drew knows how to cheer you up.-coming soon (January 2025!)
Limelight -> Due to your smaller role in the season compared to the main cast, you only had a few solo interviews but not without a few surprises. -coming soon
Wardrobe Malfunction-> You and Drew were scheduled to make it to the red carpet by 8 sharp, but not everything goes as planned.-coming soon
Ship Wars-> The fans are back at it again, and the shipping continues. Debating that Piper and Rafe should've had a romantic arc. You and Drew are given a special interview to address them.-coming soon
The Power Couple-> Drew finally made things official, so you began to have your fun with the fans and let them put the pieces together.-coming soon
The After Party-> The champagne is bubbly in your systems when you and Drew are stumbling into your hotel room after the party.-coming soon
I do not own or take credit for the characters or cast of outer banks. These are all pure fiction and do not accurately reflect the cast.
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CLASSROOM HOOK UP | n.rk
kinktober day 8! back to the masterlist here!
â classmate!niki x reader
; you really hated the physical education class, and so did your classmate niki. but skipping it together didnât keep you from finding another way to burn some calories.
genre ; smut
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the sound of your footsteps echoes down the empty hallway as you and niki run, the muffled shouts from the gym growing quieter behind you. your heart is pounding, a mix of excitement and nerves tightening in your chest as the two of you make your escape. skipping PE wasnât the plan when the day started, but niki had given you that mischievous look, the one that always spelled trouble, and somehow you ended up hereâracing through the hallways, trying not to get caught.
"this way," niki whispers, pulling you around a corner and into your classroom. the door swings shut behind you with a soft click, and the sudden silence feels almost too loud after all the rushing.
youâre both breathless, hunched over slightly as you try to catch your breath, the air in the classroom still and cool compared to the heat of the gym. niki straightens up first, running a hand through his tousled hair, his grin wide and unapologetic. he looks like heâs done this a thousand times before.
"we're good," he says, glancing around the empty room, the rows of desks standing like silent witnesses. âno one saw us.â
you lean against the teacher's desk, trying to calm the wild thumping of your heart. the thrill of skipping PE is still fresh, mixing with a bit of guilt at the back of your mind, but nikiâs excitement is contagious. he moves to the window, peeking through the blinds like heâs checking for any sign of pursuit. when heâs sure the coast is clear, he turns back to you with that playful glint still in his eyes.
"think they'll miss us?" you ask, half-joking, though thereâs a small part of you that wonders how long itâll take before someone realizes you're gone.
niki just shrugs. "probably not for a while. besides, who needs dodgeball when weâve got the whole classroom to ourselves?"
you canât help but smile at that. there's something freeing about the idea of hiding out in here while the rest of your classmates are still sweating it out in PE. the quiet feels almost too peaceful after the chaos of the gym, the soft ticking of the classroom clock reminding you of how much time you're stealing away.
"so... what now?" you ask, not entirely sure what to do with this unexpected freedom.
"well," he says, his voice low and teasing, "i guess i have an idea."
he walks towards you slowly, a smirk playing on his lips as he closes the distance between you. before you can even process it, he reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your face as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. his touch is gentle, almost too intimate for the moment, and for a second, you feel yourself drawn inâheart pounding, pulse quickening, your mind going blank under the weight of his gaze.
but then reality snaps back like a rubber band pulled too tight. you take a small step back, your breath catching in your throat as you shake your head. "niki," you murmur, your voice coming out softer than you intended. "we said we wouldn't do that anymore."
his smirk doesnât falter, though you can see the flicker of something else in his eyesâsomething darker, more persistent. he takes another step closer, and suddenly the air feels heavier, the space between you almost nonexistent. his presence is overwhelming, and you realize, with a slight jolt, just how close he is now.
"do what?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in, the warmth of his breath brushing your skin. his body hovers near yours, not quite touching, but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him, pulling you in despite yourself. his eyes lock onto yours, challenging, daring you to say it aloud.
your throat feels tight, the words lodged there as you try to hold onto the distance youâd promised to keep between the two of you. but standing here now, with niki so close you can feel the thrum of his heartbeat in the air between you, itâs almost impossible to think straight.
you swallow hard, your lips parting to respond, but no sound comes out at first. nikiâs gaze never leaves you, watching, waiting.
your breath is shallow, every part of your body hyperaware of how close he is. you should step back, break the moment like youâve done before, but for some reason, your feet feel glued to the floor. nikiâs eyes havenât left yours, his head tilting just slightly as if heâs reading every thought racing through your mind. youâre trapped in this moment, caught between what you promised yourself and what you canât seem to resist.
he takes another half-step, his body now almost brushing against yours. âyou didnât answer,â he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, pulling you in further. âwhat wonât we do anymore?â
you swallow hard, trying to steady your breath, but it only gets more difficult as his hand moves again, this time lightly trailing down your arm. goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch, and your pulse quickens. the weight of his question hangs in the air, thick with all the things left unsaid between you two.
âniki, we canâtâŠâ you finally whisper, though the words come out weak, lacking the conviction youâd hoped for. you know what youâre supposed to say, whatâs right, but in this moment, with him standing this close, logic feels slippery.
âcanât what?â he presses, his lips curving into a soft smirk, his voice still that same, teasing drawl. âyouâre gonna have to spell it out for me.â
before you can answer, his hand shifts to your waist, not grabbing, but just resting there, warm and solid, like heâs testing the boundaries. your skin burns under his touch, and your mind races, torn between pulling away and staying exactly where you are. the intensity of his gaze pins you in place, and for a brief moment, you wonder if he feels it tooâthe way the air crackles between you, like something electric, something inevitable.
you manage to shake your head, your breath shaky as you force the words out. âwe agreed⊠no more of this. itâs just⊠too complicated.â
nikiâs smile softens just a little, but he doesnât move away. instead, his fingers tighten just the slightest bit against your waist, as if daring you to push him away but knowing you wonât. âcomplicated doesnât mean bad,â he murmurs, his voice so close it sends a shiver down your spine. âmaybe it means weâre just figuring things out.â
your heart stumbles at that, but before you can react, the sound of footsteps from the hallway sends a jolt through both of you. without warning, niki grabs your waist tighter, and instead of stepping back, he pulls you down with him in one swift movement. you barely have time to stifle a gasp as the two of you fall into the cramped space beneath the teacher's desk, his body pressed close against yours.
your heart is racing, both from the sudden fall and the way your knees bump together awkwardly, his arm wrapping around your back to steady you. the footsteps get louder, closerâsomeone must have opened the door. you hold your breath, trying not to move, trying not to make any sound. but nikiâs face is so close to yours, you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, his lips hovering just an inch from yours.
the space under the desk is small, too small for the both of you to fit comfortably, and youâre forced even closer, your bodies practically tangled together. his knee presses against yours, your hand accidentally resting on his chest as you steady yourself. you can feel his heartbeat, quick and steady beneath your palm, matching the erratic rhythm of your own.
his gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes, and you canât help but notice the way his breath hitches slightly. the tension between you is unbearable, your lips almost brushing, the heat radiating from his body making it impossible to think about anything other than the fact that heâs right there, so close you could lean in just a little andâ
a shuffle from the door snaps your attention back. you try to focus, but your head is spinning, the mix of adrenaline and proximity making your pulse thrum in your ears. whoever entered the room pauses, their footsteps slow as if theyâre scanning the space. you donât dare look, too afraid that any movement will give you both away.
nikiâs hand tightens slightly at your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin as if to remind you to stay still. you can feel the tension in his body, but thereâs something else tooâsomething more deliberate in the way his thumb brushes lightly against your side, sending a shiver up your spine.
his lips part as if heâs about to whisper something, but the closeness is unbearable. his mouth is just a breath away from yours, and the way his eyes are fixed on you makes it impossible to concentrate on anything other than him. the silence stretches out, heavy, charged with everything thatâs unsaid between you two.
you swallow, your throat dry, your body betraying you as you lean just slightly closer, almost instinctively, your lips brushing against his for the briefest secondâ
but then, the footsteps retreat.
the second the door clicks shut, the tension snaps.
before you can even process it, nikiâs lips crash into yours, fierce and demanding, igniting something deep inside you. itâs not soft or gentleâthereâs nothing careful about it. itâs raw, desperate, like every unspoken feeling between you is pouring out all at once, burning through any hesitation. his hand tightens around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, his fingers digging into your skin like heâs afraid you might slip away.
your body reacts instantly, like instinct, melting into him as the kiss deepens. his mouth moves against yours with a hunger that sends a rush of heat through your veins, his lips demanding, relentless. you kiss him back with just as much force, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as you pull him even closer, desperate to close the distance between you.
thereâs no space, no air left between your bodies as you press against him in the cramped space under the desk, your legs tangling together awkwardly but neither of you caring. all you can feel is the heat of his body, the way his lips devour yours, like heâs been waiting for this as long as you have. every inch of your skin feels electrified, your pulse pounding in your ears as the intensity of the kiss takes over.
nikiâs hand moves from your waist, sliding up your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. his fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, tugging you closer still, like he canât get enough of you. his other hand cups the back of your neck, his grip firm, keeping you locked in place as his lips move against yours with a fire that consumes every thought, every bit of logic.
you respond with equal intensity, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as if you canât get enough, your body burning with a need you didnât realize you still had. his teeth graze your bottom lip, just enough to make you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, setting your whole body alight.
the space is too small, too tight, but it only adds to the heat, the desperation between you both. your back presses against the deskâs edge, but you donât careâyou donât want to stop, donât want to think about what this means, only that nikiâs mouth is on yours, his body against yours, and it feels like fire spreading through every nerve.
his lips leave yours for a second, trailing hot kisses down your jaw, his breath heavy and ragged as he moves. every brush of his lips against your skin sends sparks through you, and you tilt your head back slightly, giving him more access as his mouth moves to your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.
you bite your lip to hold back a moan, your fingers tightening in his hair as his lips return to yours, crashing back into another kiss, this one even more urgent, more desperate than the last. itâs like youâre both trying to make up for lost time, for every moment youâve spent holding back, and now thereâs no going back.
with a natural swing, niki pulls both of you up from under the desk, and without any second thoughts, he is carefully pushing you down the teacher desk, making sure you lie down properly as he opens your shirt buttons, licking his lips hungrily. he reveals your chest, hidden behind a basic white bra, yet so hot from his view in that moment, when the tension reached roof height and the passion grew over the minute.
he stuck out his tongue, running it down on the middle of your chest, from top to bottom. niki acted playful now, even untightening his tie for a second, feeling out of air. if you were caught, then you could simply say goodbye to graduating in 2 months, but this moment felt to die for, so no expelling would be worth pushing this moment away.
niki spread your legs apart, his lips moisturised again by his tongue. âletâs do it fast, okay?â he asked on a caring tone, palming himself in front of you for a second. he looked incredibly sexy, his tie loosened, his hair messy, his bulge enormous. all you could want right now is feeling him all the way inside, no break, no mercy, just taking your minds away.
niki swallowed and pushed down his pants, his hardness shocking you once again. not to be pathetic of you, but you could have sworn it didnât look like this last time. âniki-â you meant to whispered, but he told you to close your mouth, his index finger against his lips. you nodded and let your head fall down on the desk, legs starting to cross from the nervousness.
âi didnât say you could close themâ he whispered, following to spit on the tip of his dick, spreading the liquid all around his length to make sure you get a bit of comfort. niki pushed your legs open again, this time holding your left thigh down with his hand. you closed your eyes, not ready to have your cunt ruined by him, yet they opened immediately when you felt your walls stretched out slowly, his thrust full of care and adjustment.
you looked at him, eyes already unable to control, not to roll back, and you smiled naively, just the perfect time for him to start thrusting into your harder and pushing all of himself inside you, your bodies making a beautiful harmony with the clapping sounds. his cock felt incredible inside you, stretching you out, making you clench around him, feeling your soul living your body each minute.
ân-nikiâ you moaned his name, louder than you would have expected, and he let a quiet âfuckâ leave his mouth as he sped up his rhythm, his eyes only staring at the way his dick was sliding in and out your pussy, fitting so perfectly inside you, like you were made just for him.
âharder? faster?â he asked, biting his lower lips and moving his gaze to you, making him go harder on you before you could even give him a response. but how could he wait? you looked so beautiful lying on the desk, your chest exposed only for his view, your neck with fainted marks and your mouth moaning his name like itâs the only word you know.
âs-slower-â you ask him, whining inside your mouth while trying to grab onto something. âwhat was that?â niki said on a sarcastic tone, his smirk never disappearing from his face âdid you say harder?â. you disagreed, closing your eyes again and trying to deny but he was faster, so was his pace, each thrust sending electric shivers through your body, your chest bouncing along.
yet you are not the only one that feels so affected by his choice, he himself feeling like your walls will be painted white any moment now. and careful as he is, he pulls out just in time, pumping his dick fast enough to shoot all of his cum on your chest, throwing his head back and moaning while his hand going up and down his dick. âfuckâ he whispered again, looking at your fresly new coat of sweetener.
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àšà§Â·àŁàŁȘÌË sending them suggestive pictures while they're at work
feat.: Dazai, Chƫya, Ranpo, Fukuzawa, Fyodor, Sigma
content: nsfw, female reader, spanking, sexting, oral sxx, masturbation, semi public
It's not unusual for DAZAI to tap away on his phone during work hours, so no one â except for Kunikida, who still hasn't given up on glaring â pays it any mind when his smirk widens at his screen. What remains a secret, however, is that he's not looking at some funny tweet but instead at your tits, the blue lace of your bra making for a pleasant contrast in colour.
He's awfully smug about the whole ordeal, really; also, who is he not to play along? He definitely sends you not only some appreciative words back, but also a picture of his own, featuring either his hands â he does know that you're quite fond of his fingers, after all â, his face â because you can never complain about that! â, or his by now half-hard dick, pressing against his trousers, even though taking soft nudes borders on workplace indecency. Oh, and your pictures are definitely saved and stored away on his phone for later usage.
[new message from Dazai] âsomeone's needy, harassing me during work hours! just kidding bella!! you're so cute xx stunning too! how am i supposed to listen to kunikida any longer when you're so so pretty? :( ill call out sick, be there in 20 xâ
CHĆȘYA really doesn't expect to see anything but a picture of a dog you saw outside or of a particularly pretty flower when he spares a brief glance at his phone during a Port Mafia meeting. It's already disrespectful, though he doesn't plan on anyone noticing the miniscule action â that is, until he all but chokes on his coffee at the photo of you, legs spread wide, two fingers deep inside of yourself, wearing not only his favourite lingerie set, but also one of his ties.
He tries hard to ignore the way everyone stares at him when he, all too abruptly, excuses himself to the bathroom, his face bright red. In the safety of a stall, he really can't do anything but shove his trousers to his knees, one hand immediately closing around his dick while he types your number into his phone with his free one â and while he might snap at you, oh so flustered, he's also so damn turned on that he can barely focus on anything but the sound of your voice and your photo.
âFucking Hell, babeâ, God, with how Mori was looking at me, I bet he knew what was up. Fuckâ, send me another one, please, I'm so damn close, ahââ
Business meetings aren't RANPO'S favourite way to spend time. They're awfully boring, making him huff and sigh when he has to sit through them â though this one gets a lot more interesting the moment he clicks on a text message from you. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of your panties, pure lace and hiding not even the slightest bit just how wet you are, thighs glistening, though that's about all the physical reaction he's going to show. The fact that his dick strains against his trousers is no one's business.
He is, however, quick to text you back, amusement dripping from his messages, and if Fukuzawa wasn't already watching him with sharp eyes, he'd sneak away to the bathroom to call you. For now, you'll just have to do with sexting â this meeting is going to go on for a while, especially if he won't soon start contributing, and he's unfortunately got better things to do.
[new message from Ranpo] âhaving fun without me? youre so mean. at least send me more pics im dyin g here... maybw bend over orâ ooo i know, we bought that toy a while ago, right? why don't you use that one for me, doll....â
FUKUZAWA sucks in a sharp breath the second his eyes fall onto your form clad in nothing but one of his yukatas, and even though he attempts to remain calm, he's already blushing, arousal churning low in his stomach. Really, he was just trying to take a miniscule break from all the paperwork he's facing â besides, the cat ringtone signaling your message did sound rather urgent! â, though now he's not certain whether he can focus on it again.
He ends up typing âThis is most inappropriate.â in response, though he never sends it, instead replacing it with a âYou look stunning.â, only to never send that one either. In the end, he just quits work a little earlier that day and hurries home faster than he'd ever want to admit, cheeks still flushed with arousal when he joins you in bed, immediately slotting himself between your pretty thighs, long fingers spreading your folds apart and into your cunt to prepare you â only to realise you've long done that yourself. How convenient. He might reprimand you a little afterwards, though both of you realise it's not to be taken seriously. When he's honest with himself, he rather liked that photo â and he'll definitely keep it.
âThat was awfully inappropriate. Darling, you know I enjoy getting to hear from you during the day, and yet â what? I didn't mind you wearing my clothing in the slightest. I was worried about someone from the Agency seeing the picture. In fact, wear my clothes again whenever you feel like it. Please do. You looked quite irresistible.â
It's almost unfair just how seemingly unbothered FYODOR is. When checking his phone during a Decay of Angels meeting, aware that you know not to contact him except for important reasons, he merely glances at the photo lewdly depicting your raised skirt and the curve of your behind before putting it back into his pocket. Really, it's downright adorable that you're attempting to tease him â you should know better by now, darling.
While he doesn't bother with a response, he certainly makes sure to pay attention to you when he returns home. And, oh, the next time you want to toy with him, he sure hopes you remember this very moment, of you bent across his lap, his hand coming down ever so often on your butt, on the soft skin of your upper thighs, making you cry out with every slap. The marks, at least, will serve as a nice reminder, especially when you keep forgetting to thank him for every hit.
âThere we go, dear. Ah, ah â don't cry now. This is what you wanted, is it not? My undivided attention â and you certainly have it, now. Which number were we on again? Tell me, darling, or we will have to start over, I'm afraid.â
The second SIGMA spares a quick glance at his phone, only to stumble upon a rather revealing picture you just sent him â and, God, 'rather revealing' is an understatement when he's able to see just how wet you are, thighs spread for the camera â, his face heats up significantly, earning him some odd looks from the other men he's currently in a meeting with. In a desperate attempt to regain professionalism, he clears his throat, trying to simply continue, but it's as if every thought has been erased from his mind and was replaced by you.
When getting home that evening, he's calmed down considerably, cheeks still warm with the memory of you being this bold, though his sudden calmness might just change when you expect him in that exact same position, legs wide apart, the smile on your face teasing â and who is he not to end up on his knees in front of you, tongue flattening against your cunt while both of you let out breathy moans? In the end, he's all but begging you to return the favour.
âAh, God, I'm close. At least finish me off, pleaseâ, you were really cruel today, dear. Make it up to me? Please? Oh, fuckââ
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my angel baby
(alastor w/ angel daughter reader)
[caution!!: EPISODE 8 & 6 SPOILERS. NOT PROOFREAD]
(notes: alastor joins charlie and vaggie in heaven to convince them about the hazbin hotel. angel reader physically resembles a fawn. )
(right now this is considered a oneshot, unless there is a very high demand for a part 2 I'll happily make another one for funzies!)
(PART 2 IS OUT!!!)
(also apologies if alastor's last name isnt actually altruist LMAo I kinda just wrote it assuming so đ )
You made it to heaven, lucky you.
Heaven was surely a treat, you lived your days with the upmost happiness, the light of heaven shining on your skin with kisses as if praising you for your goodness and your sacrifices,
all your sacrifices.
You were currently taking the job over for St. Peter at the gates of heaven for just a few minutes to await for any wondering souls to appear, to help guide them while he came back from a lunch break. Normally they wouldn't allow a human soul like yourself with little experience in this kind of task to take charge of such an important job, but you were close to many of the high ranking angels and you have proved your proficiency in tasks that you set your mind to, so you were glad to help those in need.
You stood there reading through the millions of pages looking over all kinds of names, all seemed like names that you wouldn't normally hear back in your time when you died. Some you liked, others didn't exactly pique your interest much, but the advancement of names since the 1930s surely proved how much times have changed and how quickly time seems to pass in heaven.
You wonder if it is in hell too.
'Hell?..' you wondered as you shook your head and sighed, your mind has been on that place lately and you wondered if it was even worth the rent free space in your mind.
You were currently slouched over the book and decided to close it with a glum look on your face, your elbows now resting on the golden podium and your hands cupping your face.
Geez, and you've been thinking a lot about your old man.
What-- no wait-
You shouldn't call him your old man, let alone your dad, not even father, pops-- not even by his damn name.
Even so, as much as you hated it.. you couldn't help but still use his last name sometimes since it's what you were given when you were first taken in.
Your last name?.. why, you're forgetting already?
_____ Altruist is who you a---
"HELLO??"
You snapped out of your thoughts as your head slipped from under your palms, face planting onto the cover of the enormous book. In embarrassment you snapped your head back up and your wings followed suit, spreading open behind you in shock as your eyes searched for the voice that called out to you from below.
You finally darted down to see three oddly shaped figures, your panicked vision soon relaxing to see two girls and a man dressed in red from tip to toe.
How peculiar.
Your eyes only set on the girl at the moment since she was the one waving at you and basically begging for your attention.
"Hello hello! uh.. Down here!" The girl with long locks of pale yellow hair waved, her smile widening when seeing she's caught your attention.
"Ah- yes yes! Hello hello! Welcome to Heaven! May I.. uh-" you scrambled nervously to open the book in the middle of it, "May I have your name please?"
She nodded, also returning a bit of a shy attitude back "Yes of course! My names Charlie Morningstar!"
Just like that you flicked the pages to go to the names that sounded similar to the girl's, mumbling her name under your breath as your finger traced down each name on the list.. to your dismay you couldn't find it.
"You don't seem to be on the list ma'am.. how weird.. does this usually happen with St. Peter?.." you spoke in concern, mumbling the last part to yourself.
The girl then started to explain something about her dad getting her a meeting, your mind a little clouded still trying to find her name until you heard the forbidden name that no one inside the pearly gates ever attempted to say out loud.
"-- maybe try, Lucifer.. Morning...star-"
And just like that you slammed the book closed, no words coming out of your mouth but an exasperated look of shock freezing your face.
"Oh-hoho... that explains so much--" you gave her a small sheepish smile, awkwardly looking off to the side where your eyes couldn't help but drag themselves to the man dressed in red.
"Miss you don't think.. you could've..." your eyes at first looked at the man's waist, his coat lightly shredded at the ends and the stripes of the long suit guided your eyes upwards "-gotten..." up and up and your eyes met his. The red eyes, the ears, the small horns, the horrific aura, and..
Oh dear, you'd recognize that damned smile anywhere.
"--lost..?" the end of your sentence dragged on, taking a long while to finish since all you could think about is how this man is at the front door step of the place he shouldn't even be considered in being let to enter.
Alastor, your father from the living realm. Not connected by blood but by life and connection.
The man where you got your last name from by being taken in and called his daughter.
The red deer demon seemed to recognize you as well, a spark in his devilish eyes proved it so, but it was very brief since he more or less also seemed to relish the look on your face with his smile stretched further up.. however further up it could get.
Charlie seemed concerned at your reaction, waving her hand in front of your face gently as if to get you out of this trance. "Heyyy... are you okay?.." she asked with genuine worry until all of you were focused away from this bizarre moment when a set of three angels befell before you all. The two seraphims and finally-- St. Peter off from his break.
"_____. We can take it from here, we appreciate the help." The highest and oldest seraphim announced your name and her appreciation while gliding down a bit more earlier than the blonde angel you covered for, she and the younger seraphim's forms going from their true to more human-like appearances.
"_____! My dear friend thank you so much for covering for me, always a real helper you!" St. Peter popped beside you as he praised you while gently flying beside you, you looked up at him with a small nervous smile before opening your own wings to flap down from his podium and let him get back on the job.
"It's no problem at all, you know me! Always.. happy to help.." you spoke your last words to him before your wings gently took you down to set yourself beside another one of your friends, Emily! You never talked much to Sera that wasn't in a formal setting but Emily seemed so easy to get along with. She gave you a tight squeeze of a hug while saying hello which eased your nerves a bit more, of course they never fully disappeared with the man who ruined everything before you let out your last breath.. standing right in front of you.
The man that brought you up here in the first place.
The seraphims introduced themselves to the three residents of hell, the deer demon more quiet until finally finding a spot of silence to jump in and introduce himself as well.
"Why hello, a real pleasure meeting you two quite the pleasure! Never thought I'd ever get to see an angel up this close in my life HAHA! The names Alastor!"
The voice, the radio static over it, his name.
It was him, you recognized it as if you listened to him on the radio just yesterday, your own personal hell.
Whatever reaction or words the higher ranked angels said seemed to fizzle out of your brain as they were replaced with the memories of your last moments on earth.
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"Father!" you screamed as you ran up to your childhood home, the home to which you were raised and kept in, your home in which you lived in with your father, Alastor Altruist.
For sometime you had suspected foul play when it came to your father's weird actions when the night came, the tone he spoke through his radio show when announcing several murders happening across and haunting New Orleans. You just didn't want to truly believe that the man that found you, a poor little orphaned baby, and raised you would do such disgusting and diabolical crimes.
You couldn't believe it.. until you finally saw it.
Your legs scrambled and fought each step to become faster, finally reaching the door of your home you slammed it open with a strong kick after jiggling the doorknob didn't work.
You knew the next murder he would commit would happen in your home.. you thanked whatever force that made you disobey him and look through his study since if you didn't you wouldn't know that right now there was blood to be shed.
The door opening and with your kick full of adrenaline and panic it made the door barley cling onto it's hinges. There your father was, on top of a wounded man that seemed to be gurgling and gasping to breathe as the victim attempted to claw at Alastor's grasp. Pieces of glass and wood broken across the entire floor, walls bloodied and worn out, pictures that hung neatly now cracked and lopsided or shattered on the floor.
Whatever happened in here, the victim was sure a fighter in the beginning.
You immediately without hesitation with full force pushed Alastor off the man, pulling the bloodied stranger by his wrist. The victim and you stared for a moment, him mostly realizing that he's being saved by a young girl like you. His lips parted to thank you but you could see Alastor raise his kitchen knife in the air and sprinted toward him to stab him on the back.
With no words left to share or spill you grabbed the stranger by the shoulders and with all your might pushed him and yourself away so that in the end Alastor ended up stabbing nothing but air.
Alastor grunted in frustration, his bloodied smile yet never faltering despite the challenge you now gave him.
The man snapped his head at you, eyes fixated at you before snapping back to his victim and raising his knife up once more, in a haunting motion his steps creeped and creaked towards the injured New Orleans citizen stricken with fear and terror.
Just like that, Alastor slams his knife down with no hesitation. The knife fully in his prey with no inch of the blade uncovered.
Oh-- wait.
That shriek, the sobs, the shaky breathing and the coughs of blood.. that wasn't his victim.
It was you.
His daughter, he stabbed his daughter.
For a moment you could see his crazed smile falter, the humane part of him uncovering itself for a moment, for you.
His little girl was covered in her blood because of him, the little baby he found on that cold rainy day is dying because of him, his bundle of joy that he took years to take care of is leaving him.. and it's all his fault.
He didn't know it was you-- he didn't know you'd be that stupid to sacrifice yourself for some random prick.
He didn't know that in the end, someone as evil as him could have raised someone as selfless as you.
"p..papa..?" you whimpered, your painful coughs of blood spilling out and going down your chin and your neck. "It hurts-- g.. it hurts so much papa.." you cried as the knife in your chest seemed to feel as if it was melting into your skin, becoming one with you. It obviously wasn't but the pain was just that painful.
Alastor's smile faltered and kept trying to stay up, his own set of tears falling down his face and onto your cheeks that were slowly losing life. Regret stabbing his own heart the way he did to yours. He let go of the knife and instead cradled you in his arms, just like how he used to when you would have nightmares as a little girl.
"Shh.. Shh.." he shush you softly as he gently patted your head, moving away any uneven strands of hair he could spot with his hands trembling in regret. "Little one.. don't worry about a thing, papa's here.. " he mumbled, the gentleness replacing what once was pure aggressiveness.
Your eyes slowly started to flutter closed, your pulse slowing down, breathing less profound, your limbs going limp, and your face.. contorting into a peaceful state of slumber.
Alastor watched as you passed in his arms, his faltering smile picking itself up once more to stretch itself across his face with tears pouring out his eyes. This wasn't a smile of joy, it was a smile to hide what he truly felt.. to lie to himself. "My little angel, forgive me please."
Those were his last words to you, words that in the end you couldn't hear.
And that man he tried to kill earlier? He escaped when he was given the chance, Alastor was sure the cops were to invade his home soon.. now there was just one thing left to do before he'd be found once again to pay the consequences.
He took your body to a beautiful forest filled with flower meadows. Alastor knew this was one of your favorite spots as a young girl, why not let you rest here.
Ah but as he was preparing to bury you in your final resting place... that darn deer hunter.
Well, you know the story. Mistaken for a deer, shot, that's the end of Alastor Altruist and his darling daughter, ______ Altruist.
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As you stood there you were awoken from your thoughts with the high angels escorting the princess and her other female companion into the gates of heaven, St. Peter welcoming them humbly with one of heaven's popular songs.
You were frozen, in shock. A chill went down your spine as you felt a foreign energy come closer.
You felt long fingers grapple themselves onto your shoulder which made you dramatically turn towards the hand and away from it.
Your father wanted to talk to you.
Your contrasting colors and appearances made this reunitement even more uncomfortable for you, his demon form seeming to match his disgusting self that he hid from the human world before.
His face was hard to read, especially with that signature smile of his that even in death he would never get rid of.
"Little one, my darling daughter.." he spoke, his voice seemingly trying to seem genuine but the radio filter over it made it feel condescending to you.. as if mocking you.
The look on your face was evident, you missed him so much but hated him with your entire being because of that hidden side he kept for years.
He continued "My little ____... out of all places I never thought I'd see you here. Oh but it's definitely much better than down under my little dove.."
Geez what was he even saying?? What were his intentions..?? You couldn't tell.. after all this time, you couldn't forgive this man, this serial killer, this demon, this.. monster. You couldn't.. not this soon anyways.
You took a deep inhale and exhale before fixing your posture and stance, trying to seem more professional and confident. "Sir, your hosts and companions are ahead of you. You wouldn't want to miss your introduction to a place you'll never see again after this day." Your voice stern and professional, trying your best to be void of emotion.
"Darling.. is that truly a way to greet your dear ol' father?" He spoke, hand stretched out while the other held onto his staff.
"Your friends are waiting on you, don't be late Alastor."
Just like that you turned your heel and gave him the cold shoulder, your wings spread and started flapping. Taking you up and away further into your home.. Alastor watched you as you left him once again, this time by choice.
Ah but he knew, he'd have his darling daughter back soon. His little angel that he cared for will forgive him.. he knew you had to.
With his grin widening even further he walked to catch up to the Princess of hell and her partner into the pearly gates, to see what other thing could entertain him while his daughter snapped back to her senses.
(hello!! thank you so much for reading I had a blast with this. as you can tell. once again thank you so much for reading! hope to see you soon! mwa mwa!)
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âthis is one small ass elevator.â
âi personally think itâs pretty big.â
you slap the back of satoruâs head as he makes that comment. you could sense the perversion behind it; that little grin the sorcerer had as if he made the joke of the century only tended to confirm your suspicions.
you repeatedly press the button which closes the elevator doors. you donât need anyone else with you in this cramped spaceâitâd only feel more suffocating.
âjust a minute, miss!â . . . there goes your peace. a guy places his foot between the closing doors and they open up for him, giving him the chance to ride down with both of you.
it didnât stop thereâ more and more people rushed towards the elevator as if it was the only one available. satoru moves over to you the moment he notices how all people started to press together like a pack of sardines. everyone was trying their best to fit in before the doors close and it was getting hard to breathe properly with so many bodies bumping into you.
âbaby, câmere.â satoru smoothly excuses his way through the crowd and stands before you, pulling you to the nearest corner in hopes of giving you some space to breathe.
your back was against the elevator wall and you were facing your lover who towered over you, his feet spread apart a bit to keep himself steady whilst people pushed and pulled in this tight space.
one of satoruâs hands was placed against the wall near your head, the other on your waist to stabilise your body, âyou okay?â
âyeah, thanks.â you mumble quietly, yet loud enough to be heard over the chatter in the elevator. you felt much more at ease now that satoru was the only one being so close to you, instead of having strangers press up against you from all sides.
the elevator doors finally close and it rumbles a bit before descending. satoruâs tall figure loomed over you from up close and somehow made him look even taller than he already was. you tilt your head up and were met by two bright blue eyes staring right back at you from behind his sunglasses:
âhey there, pretty.â he giggles, giving you a small wink whilst enduring the unintentional pushes of others against his back. heâll do anything to make sure youâre comfortableâyouâre his priority in any given situation.
you canât help but smile at your boyfriendâs remark. your chest was pressed underneath his, his warm breath fanning the little hairs on top of your head, hand clutching gently onto your jacket near your waistâall of it was soothing. even when the rest of the elevator was suffocating.
âwanna kiss you.â
your head instantly snaps towards satoru and your face turns hot at this sudden confession. there were so many people in this small place and therefore could easily spot anything you do. itâd be extremely embarrassing if they see you making out with your lover.
youâre fine with PDA, but not to this extentâ
âjust a quick kiss. pleaaaase?â satoru pouts, being so desperate that he pushes his glasses down to reveal his glimmering blue eyes, giving you a pleading look and a big pout, âya know i canât go a second without feeling your touch. hell, not feeling your lips against mine every second of the day is a crime itself andââ
âshush,â you clamp your hand around satoruâs mouth, only for him to give it a playful lick. you push your palm harder against his lips, but your lover takes this chance to lick and even bite the fleshâborderline making out with your hand.
âew, thatâs disgusting.â you jokingly gag and shake your head. you remove your hand and wipe the saliva off on the sorcererâs black shirt. once freed from your grip, satoru leans in closer to your lips, his thumb and index holding your chin up. his voice sounded like he was utterly smitten with you in the moment;
âhm? disgusting? that wouldnât be your reaction if i had done that against your pretty little mouth.â satoru grins and steals a kiss before you could process what had happened, âyouâd have begged me for moââ
âall right. thatâs enough.â you press your hand against satoruâs lips once more. a dumb mistake, since the childish man in front of you likes to repeat his actions. his tongue wets your palm over and over until you move your hand to the side again, allowing him to steal another kiss and whisper more naughty stuff in your ear.
âyouâre impossible.â you mutter in a half-joking tone, hand landing on his mouth for the third time.
âand you love it.â satoru mumbles against your skin, voice muffled yet heard clearly.
neither of you were giving up on this endless cycle, the playful back and forth continuing until one of the two waves their white flag by the end of this elevator ride.
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GOJO SATORU: ââ IS IT OVER NOW? (IT ISN'T) ââ
.àłàż streamer!au: all good things come to an end, including your relationshipâbut don't worry, broken hearts can be mended, but only if you're both willing to try.
contents: fem!reader. you two break up and make up! you guys fight/break up over something that coulda been resolved with better communication. kinda suggestive ending, maybe i'll drop a part two if this does alright. satoru announces your break-up on his stream. longest fic i've posted so far, 4k words (kms).
author's note: the long awaited angst has finally arrived.. big thank you to @screampied for beta-reading!! tagging @yunymphs who read it early and @sutorus + @kentopedia who i both miss very much!!
ever since you first joined satoru on his stream, itâs gotten way more popular than either of you couldâve ever expected. before he brought you onto his live, he was averaging about eight thousand views per stream. now, his average was well over fifteen thousandâand that wasn't even including the publicity he got from other websites. when satoru accidentally left the camera on while you two made out, you two went viral on twitter. and when another user tried to swipe him away, the clip got over a hundred thousand views on youtube.
at first, satoru didn't mind the change his stream was going throughâin fact, he welcomed it. but lately, things have been⊠different.
last week, while satoru was playing in some competition, he won first out of hundreds of equally proficient players. had it been anyone else, their comments would've been filled with congratulations and good job's, but in his case, all satoru got were messages asking where you were. that wasnât the first timeâever since that very first day, when you showed up on his stream, satoruâs audience has entirely shifted. and honestly, if you were in his position, you'd be a bit annoyed. anyone would be.Â
but you had never expected that it would be so big of a deal that you and satoruâthe "cutest couple on the internet"âwould break up over it.
you walk along the chilly, suburban sidewalk up to your boyfriendâs house. satoru had just sent you a message asking if you could come over, and like always, you answered with an immediate yes. a flock of crows fly by, raven feathers providing a stark contrast between them and the pale gray sky around you. itâs gray and gloomy, but not unpleasant.Â
a sweet, romantic song plays in your ears as you knock three times on satoruâs front door. his familiar voice calls out âcoming!â, and you can hear his footsteps grow louder and louder until he swings open the door. satoru smiles down at you, cheeks already rosy from the cold winter air. âhey.â
you tilt your head and smile back at him. âthatâs all i get? hey?â you huff, walking into his living room behind him as the door closes behind you. âdâyou have any hot chocolate? iâm freezing,â you say, licking your lips. satoru turns and pauses, an unreadable expression on his face. âsatoru?â
after a moment, your boyfriend snaps out of it. âoh, yeah, sorry,â he says ruefully. satoru rubs his eyes with one hand and uses the other to open the door to his bedroom, and as you follow him in, youâre hit with a blast of warm air. âiâm just kinda tired, but yeah, i have some hot cocoa in here. câmon.â
âanything i can do for you?â you offer, sitting down on the corner of his bed. youâve been to his house so many times that it feels like homeâmaybe even more so than your own place. everything about satoruâs room is comfortable, from his plush chairs to the faux-fur blankets draped over every single piece of his furniture. you could probably fall over at any given point and it wouldnât actually hurtâyouâd just land on something soft and/or fluffy.
but that wasnât all that made you so in love with his home. it was just the way it feltâwords couldnât describe the way everything was just so right and just so perfect, and you really did hope that youâd never have to see a time where you wouldnât be able to spend time with your boyfriend here.
it really is a shame that all good things had to come to an end. at least, thatâs what you kept telling yourself as satoru finally told you why he called you over. unlike nearly every other time, it wasnât because he missed you or wanted to cuddleâit was quite the opposite, really.
âi donât think this is working.â
six words that shattered the life you had come to know and love.
âis this a joke?â you try, an unnerved smile spreading across your lips against your will. he doesnât reply instantly, which is so out-of-character for him that it makes you stiffen up. âsatoru, this isnât funnyââ
âiâm not kidding,â satoru murmurs, looking away. he refuses to meet your eyes, and some part of you is still desperately trying to find reason in the chaos thatâs slowly taking over your mind. how could it be that everything was just fine two minutes ago and now itâs anything but that? did something happen? did you say the wrong thing? did youâ
âitâs not funny,â you insist, still somehow clinging onto your slowly-dwindling hope. maybe youâre in denial, but still, you were sure that everything was fineâno, that everything is fine. there was no past-tense, right? how could the glass home youâd built with your bare hands just crash down at the throw of a pebble?
satoru finally meets your eyes, and your breath catches in your throat. thereâs no amused glimmer in his eyes, no âjust kiddingâ in sight, and even worse, you canât even see an ounce of the love or adoration youâd come to grow so attached to in just a couple months.
âwhat happened?â you whisper, miraculously managing to keep yourself together. youâd never forgive yourself if you just started crying over a breakup you werenât even sure was happeningâwhat littleâs left of your pride is holding on. you allow yourself to wrap your arms around your chest, curling into your own embrace.Â
satoru doesnât reply for a long second. right when youâre sure he just wonât reply, he does, and it all comes spilling out in a messy stream of words. âitâs just⊠i canât do this anymore. i canât keep going online and seeing everyone on my stream talking about you. i love you, i really do, but itâs justââ satoru shakes his head frustratedly. âi donât know how to say it, but you know what i mean, right?â
your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head. âyouâre breaking up with me because youâre tired of seeing me?â
âno, fuck,â satoru groans, running a hand through his hair. his previously cool and collected demeanor starts to fall apart as he takes a step back. âi donât know how to explain it, butâ shit, you wouldnât understand.â
you swallow and start to stand up, still willing to try. âthen help me understand, satoru, iââ
âyouâve seen the comments, and youâve seen all the posts on twitter,â satoru says, tilting his head back and glaring at the ceiling. âitâs not your fault, but i really just canât stand everyone disregarding me and turning my own stream into a youtube channel starring you.â
his words sting like alcohol in an open wound, and you fight the battle of your life to prevent the thousands of tears hiding behind your eyes from being visible. even so, your voice wobbles ever so slightly as you say âthatâs a bullshit reason to break up, satoruââ
your boyfriendâis he even still your boyfriend?âscoffs and shakes his head, stumbling back and falling into his chair. "for you, it isn't. you wouldnât understand. for me, it's like everyone's just... invalidating the three years i've spent on this shit. and i can't do it anymore, i just can't."
you blink slowly, backing away towards his bedroom door. "what does that mean?"
satoru exhales a bitter laugh and turns away, the back of his chair facing you. you think you can hear him take a soft, shaky breath as the room falls silent. neither of you make a sound before satoru turns back toward you, a blank look on his face.
he looks up at you, azure eyes devoid of the sparkle you've become so familiar with. satoru smiles sadly, but to your dismay, there's no real emotion behind it. it's almost like he's already accepted it when he says, "it means weâ" he pauses and looks away. "this is over."
you reach out toward him, desperate to hold on to himâto the invisible string that ties you and satoru together, but he's just out of your grasp. "satoru, it isn't even that big of a deal, why are youâ"
satoru turns and fixes you with a stern glare, and just like that, the string that kept you and satoru together for months, maybe years snaps, and you're left with a limp strand of what it once was. taking the hint, you walk out of his room in a daze, hardly noticing the way he says "i'm sorry".
and the worst part? he said he still loved you. but apparently that wasnât enough.
satoru has every right to be annoyed that his stream is only growing because of youâhis stream was the way he made money, and after all, it was never meant to be about you.Â
and maybe he was never meant to be for you either.
the walk home is cold and lonely. you slip a hand into your pocketâthe pocket of satoru's hoodie, which you should probably return to himâand extract your earphones. it probably isn't a good idea to wear both outside as you walk home, but you do it anywayâthis day can't possibly get any worse.
a soft voice murmurs words of sorrow and encouragement in your ear as the music takes you to another world. maybe thisâthe breakupâwas meant to happen. maybe it was a mistake to date a boy with thousands of fans.
as soon as you get home, your phone dings softly. you pick it up and frown when you see it's from toru. you'd have to change that name later.
toru: idk if u blocked me already but i still have a lot of ur things, do u wanna come pick them up later?
toru: or i can drop them off tmrw ig
you miss the way he used to text youâwith an obnoxious amount of exclamation points and an even worse amount of emojis. now, it's like all of the flavor's gone from his words, and it hurts. that's when it actually settles in, that this is really over. it hurts like an icicle being driven straight through your heart, and it stings like one, too.
satoru's texts are left on delivered for five whole minutes before you reply, and it's only with an "i'll come by tmrw". he likes the message less than a minute later, and you're left to wallow in your misery alone until you finally drift off to sleep.
the next morning, you open your phone to a notification alerting you that satoruâll be live on stream in ten minutes. curiosity kills the cat, but in this case, maybe itâd be worth it to see what he tells his viewers about your breakup. after all, thereâs no way he wouldnât tell themâhe always had something to say about you, and heâd probably rather tell them for sure rather than let them come up with ridiculous theories on their own.
so you hastily make a new account using some email account you havenât touched since middle school, trying a couple different passwords until you remember the one that works. the website hits you with a hundred questions, asking you about your favorite games and whoâd you like to subscribe to first. you choose satoru, albeit after a second of hesitation. two minutes later, sparklingzebra672 joins your ex-boyfriendâs stream. you wait a second, holding your breath as the live loads. a brief moment later, satoruâs painfully familiar face appears on your screen.
âhey guys,â satoru says, forcing a smile on his face. even from behind a screen, you swear you can feel his eyes on you. âhowâs everyone today?âÂ
the already unstable smile on satoruâs face falls when he opens the comments and gets greeted with a flurry of whereâs your girlfriendâs. had you been anyone else, you probably wouldnât have noticed the way satoruâs eyes dulled ever so slightly or the way he curled into himself, but being the girl who once knew him best, you could tell.
âoh, she wonât be back on here for⊠a while,â satoru starts, dancing around the topic. he leans back against his chair and tilts his chin up, azure eyes focused on the ceiling. âwe broke up.â
nothing couldâve prepared you for the way satoruâs comments explode. itâs almost like you can hear the shocked gasps coming from all fourteenâno, twenty thousand viewers as the words nobody thought would ever theyâd hear from satoru are spoken.
suguru-geto: holy shit im so sorryÂ
toji-fushiguro: wait wtf r u kidding?? that's fuckin crazy
yuuji-itadori: omg i thought u guys were together forever :(
inumaki: chat is this real??
satoru shrugs, averting his eyes from the hundreds of comments pouring in, but you scroll through and read them all. everyone, even satoruâs haters, seems genuinely shocked. in fact, had this not been your own breakup, you wouldâve been one of them, begging and pleading satoru for more details.
âyeah, we did,â satoru murmurs, eyebrows furrowing just enough for you to read his expression. now that youâre looking closer, you can see the subtle redness underneath his eyesâhad he been crying too? and maybe youâre imagining it, but his hair seems a bit dishelved too. your ex-boyfriend shrugs, forcing his face back into his usual lighthearted expression, but itâs not fooling anyone.
satoru scowls at the new flood of comments asking him why you two broke up. some people are already hypothesizingâmaybe itâs because you got jealous of his fame, or maybe he got sick of you. maybe you left him to go date some other streamer, or maybeâ
âiâm actually gonna end the stream here, âcause i donât really want to deal with all of this right now,â satoru says with a frown. his eyes are narrowed irritably as a couple users protest, still begging for more details. âyou guys know that iâm a real person with my own life, right? fuck off.â
and just like that, the stream ends. youâre left with a blank screen and a message saying that satoruâs ended the live, so you shut your laptop. your stomach turns as you groan, just remembering that you have to go over to his place later to retrieve your things, and somehow, youâd have to pretend that you didnât just stalk his stream to see if heâd say anything substantial about the breakup.
a couple minutes after the stream ends, your phone blows upâevery mutual friend you and satoru have is messaging you about what he said, but you canât bring yourself to open any of them. except for one.
suguru: r u ok?
you: yeah ig
suguru: do u want anything?
satoruâs best friendâs question catches you off-guardâthere are a lot of things you want. you want this whole situation to go away. you want the world to disappear. and most of all, you want satoru back, without the online world attached.
but suguru canât do any of those things, can he? so you leave him on read.Â
somehow, you fall back asleep, tossing and turning in your bed without satoruâs steady arms to accompany you. a couple hours later, you wake up again, wincing from the dim sunlight that pours through your windows and directly into your eyes. itâs just past five, so you figure that you might as well go down to satoruâs house and get your things. better to do it now than drag it out for an uncertain amount of time.
the walk is shorter than you remember, but maybe itâs just the absence of music pouring into your ears that makes it seem that way. you watch the wilted autumn leaves flutter in the wind, falling down onto the sidewalk like pieces into place. once upon a time, you had walked these very streets with satoruâitâs a fond memory you remember only all too well.
when you finally step onto your exâs doorstep, the door opens before you even have a chance to knock. and there he isâthe boy whoâd once been the love of your life. satoru looks down at you with an unreadable expression. âhey.â
you think youâve seem this film before, and you didnât like the ending.
satoru spares you from having to reply by opening the door wider and beckoning you inside. âi already put most of your stuff into a couple boxes, but i thought youâd wanna check on your own. just in case i forgot something.â
you nod and walk past him, not trusting your voice to be steady. this was harder than you expectedâmuch harder. in fact, youâre practically on the verge of breaking down when you step into satoruâs room and look around and see just how different it looks without the touches of you everywhere.
the fortnite poster youâd given him as a joke for the second anniversary of his stream was gone from his wall, and so were the two mini succulents that used to sit on the corner of his desk. the white cat plushie that used to rest on his pillow was gone, tooâprobably stuffed somewhere in one of the boxes outside his bedroom door.
after nearly a minute of looking around, you decide that whatever satoru possibly couldâve missed wasnât important enough for you to have to stick around any longer.
you turn and start to exit satoruâs room so fast that you nearly crash into him when he suddenly appears in the doorway. âshit, sorry about that,â you mumble, trying to walk around him. but of course, because the universe is actually praying on your downfall, you and satoru both walk the same way at the same time. you awkwardly try to go around each other, and eventually, the humiliation is over.
âso, you got everything?â satoru asks, walking beside you with his hands in his pockets. you nod, bending over to pick up one of the two boxes. itâs pretty heavy, but not unmanangable. you just donât really seem to know if youâll be able to carry both back home at once.Â
âoh, uh, iâll be right back,â you say tentatively. a flash of confusion appears in satoruâs eyes, so you clarify, âiâm gonna go grab my car. thatâll make it easier.â
satoruâs eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head. âno, itâs alright. your place isnât far from here at all, iâll just take the other and walk back with you.â
âno, really, itâs alright.â
âitâs the easiest option, baââ satoru cuts himself off, stopping himself from calling you baby for the first time since you two had started dating. âsorry.â
âletâs just go.â
the walk back to your house is brutal. you walk side by side with satoru since the path is wide enough for you to do so, and you two just keep bumping into each other. had you still been dating, satoru probably wouldâve dropped the box and scooped you up instead, kissing your cold face to warm it up. of course, that wouldâve added five minutes to your walk, but it wouldâve been better than the tense silence dividing you and satoru right now.Â
the wind whistles around you, brushing at your skin and making you shiver with every gustâthereâs nothing more youâd like than to go home, plop on your couch and cry while watching the titanic for the hundredth time.Â
after what seems like three hundred awkward hours later, you and satoru finally make it to your house. âthanks,â you say quietly, setting down your box in front of the door.Â
satoru places his next to yours and slips his hands back into his pockets. he nods and replies, âno problem,â but still doesnât leave.
you cross your arms, and tilt your head, meeting his eyes hesitantly. âumm, do you need anything else?â
satoru coughs tensely and shrugs. âoh, uh, not really, justââ his eyes drift down to your top, and your face grows warm when you realize youâre still wearing his hoodie.Â
âshit, my bad,â you mumble, internally cringing and resisting the urge to say every curse word you know. could this day really get any worse?
well, at least satoru looks equally as embarrassed. he shakes his head and gestures for you to keep it on. âitâs fine, itâs kinda cold anyways. keep it.â satoru hesitates, shuffling his feet before continuing, âif you want something⊠to remember me by.â
what you say next was done entirely against your will. âdo you still love me?â you ask suddenly, not sure what otherworldly force prompted you to do so. you instantly regret it when satoruâs face goes even redder, and you can tell itâs not from the cold the way his blush spreads to his ears.
âiâ uh, i meanââ
âanswer me, satoru, i think i have a right to know.â
he looks away and mumbles something about needing to go back home, to feed his fish or something (he doesnât have a fish), and you grab his hand just as he starts to turn away. âplease, satoru, i need to know,â you breathe, squeezing his hand harder when he flinches.Â
ten silent seconds tick by, but you still donât let go. so satoru sighs, a soft white puff of air coming from his lips. âyeah.â
your heart breaks again.
âthen why did youââ
âbecause i donât know how to do this,â satoru says, blue eyes darting all over the place. âi love you, i really do, but i just canâtâ i donât like having thousands of people thinking that iâm only worth looking at if iâm with you, itâs annoying and it pisses me off and i donât want to accidentally take it out on yoââ
you cut him off with a kiss, ignoring the way he yelps a little in surprise. but thankfully, he doesnât push you awayâinstead, his arms instantly wrap around you and pull you closer into his warm, warm chest. satoruâs lips are a little dry, but still minty as ever from the peppermints heâs constantly munching on. he kisses you back like a man starved of affection, and when you two finally break apart, his eyes are just as hungry.
âyou idiot,â you whisper, trailing your fingers through his hair as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. âyou shoulda just talked to me about it first.â
âi know,â satoru mumbles, looking down bashfully. ââm sorry.â
âyou should be.â you pause, watching satoruâs lips curve into a pouty frown. âiâm sorry too,â you murmur, and he looks up, confused. âi shouldâve seen this coming.â
satoru shakes his head and presses his lips to your forehead, lingering for a couple seconds before pulling back. âi missed you.â
âi was gone for less than a day, satoru.â
âoh, so you didnât miss me?â
âi did,â you admit, exhaling a puff of air when satoru smiles smugly. âshut up, itâs not a competition!â
âyeah it is, but fine, you win,â satoru gives in with a dramatic sigh, reaching down and twining his fingers with yours. his hands, which are significantly bigger than yours, instantly warm you up. âbut only âcause i donât want you to break up with me next.â
âi hate you, yâknow that?â you grumble, leaning into his side and letting satoru kiss the top of your head. he hums in agreement, reaching out and opening your front door.Â
âiâm sure you do, baby. now câmon, letâs get inside nâ warm up. i wanna make it up to you,â satoru says with a grin, bending over and scooping up both boxes.Â
âoh, yeah? how do you plan to do that?â you challenge, going inside first and holding the door open for satoru. once heâs inside, you close the door and instantly get pinned against it by satoru, whose hands are already creeping underneath your clothes. âsatoru, your hands are colââ
he cuts you off by pressing his equally cold lips to yours, smiling against your mouth as he tugs at your clothes. âi know, baby. but iâll keep you nice nâ warm for the rest of the night, i promise!â
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Wearing His Shirt To The Paddock » F1 Reaction
» Max Verstappen
His head would shake in disbelief as you took off your jacket to show you the shirt that youâd picked out. Straight away, Max would exclaim about how he had been trying to find that shirt for ages, but with no luck. As you gave him a twirl, he bitterly found himself having to admit that you definitely pulled it off better than he did. Heâd try and pout for a moment, making you think that he was upset that youâd stolen his clothes, but the shimmer in his eyes told you that secretly he was proud to see you pulling his shirt off so beautifully.
» Lando Norris
A yell of excitement came from Lando as he noticed the papaya of your shirt. Several others around the paddock looked around to see where the yell came from, but Lando only had eyes for you. His arms wrapped around you as soon as you were close enough, swaying you from side to side. Above all else, he was proud to see you wearing his shirt with all eyes on you. Lando couldnât wait to show you off for the rest of the day, anyone who asked he told them how you were the best girlfriend, especially because you proudly wore the team colours, just like he did.
» Carlos Sainz
He was incredibly smug when he saw you walking through the paddock with your red shirt on. His teeth bit down on his bottom lip, trying to disguise his smile, as he looked over at the balcony. His eyes didnât leave you as he noticed some of the cameras starting to snap pictures of you, proudly watching as he knew exactly what the headlines would be tomorrow morning. When you arrived, Carlos didnât need to say a word, you knew straight away by the look on his face that you had him exactly where you wanted him from your choice of outfit.
» George Russell
You had never seen George so shy when he noticed you walking through the paddock with a Mercedes shirt on. His hands covered his face in disbelief, unable to believe what he saw. You strode over to him and tangled your arms around his broad shoulders straight away, peppering a trail of kisses along his jaw to move his hands away. The two of you didnât need to exchange any words, the looks in your eyes said everything that you needed to tell each other. George was weak at the knees at the sight of you in Mercedes, and you couldnât wait to make fun of him for it later too.
» Charles LeClerc
When he suggested you wear his shirt to the paddock, Charles didnât believe you would actually do it. So when you appeared, he was sure that his eyes deceived him. As much as he hated to admit it, you suited the Ferrari shirt that he had given you perfectly. Youâd made sure to style it to capture Charlesâ attention, you wanted all eyes on you to make sure that everyone in the paddock knew who you were with. If anything, the attention you got made Charles very jealous as he watched on, no one was interested in him anymore, they just wanted to photograph the lady in red.
» Pierre Gasly
Your eyes glanced down as you felt the material of your shirt raise slightly again, the cool breeze tickling gently across your bare skin. With Pierreâs arm wrapped around your frame, he couldnât help but play with the hem of your shirt as his eyes stared down at you admiring the view beside him. It was one of his most comfortable shirts, but now he was enjoying its comfort in a different capacity, unable to let the shirt go, but most of all he was unable to let your waist go as he felt how perfectly his shirt moulded around your body.
» Lewis Hamilton
You barely had time to close the door behind you before Lewis was holding onto you, taken aback by how amazing you looked in his shirt. When you hinted at wearing it, Lewis told you how nice it would be to see, but he didnât think it would look this nice. For once, he didnât care about who saw the two of you in the paddock, he couldnât believe how lucky he was to have someone like you, and especially someone who wore his shirt so nicely too. His eyes looked nowhere else but at your shirt, knowing heâd have to pass a few more of his shirts across to you too.
» Alex Albon
The corners of Alexâs mouth immediately turned up into a smile as you revealed your shirt of choice for qualifying. You were proud to wear his shirt, to represent his team and cheer for Alex too. As soon as he saw you he pulled out his phone and took a picture of you, desperate to capture the moment of seeing you in his shirt for the first time. Alex was so lost in the moment that he almost didnât realise that you were finally in front of him until he felt you press a gentle kiss against his lips.
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Pushing Boundaries
Male Reader x Jennie
Tags: 23k, cheating, anal, creampie, oral, tw
The story is not ours; we simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.
Driving an Idol, Jennie Kim in this case, should have been a great job; after all you got to spend time with her in close company every day, to check her out and take in her gorgeous figure with every sly and secret glance at her. It was simply a perk of the job, what was at times a very long and tedious job despite the company you kept.
On this particular job things had been generally running smoothly though you were out in the middle of nowhere so the drives were long and the place to stay was nothing special. It was a nicer motel than the average schmuck might get sure but it still wasnât the same as a nice hotel in a city, not that you often got a chance to stay there. Being âjust a driverâ meant you was often given basic budget digs and simply had to drop off your charge at a posh hotel, but that was part of the gig. Right now however you are in a simple motel and so were the star of the stage, meaning all you had to do was drive one place to another and nobody got anything better than anyone else.
Things had been good but were starting to unravel; the production was getting behind schedule, reshoots were constant now it seemed and you had to wait until much later than normal to complete your duties. Everything seemed to be going wrong and today was no exception as Jennie, expecting to finish her shooting and head back to the motel and a much desired shower, had been dressed down by the ever-more-angry director and ordered to reshoot several scenes because her work had been âutter shit and lazy, diva bullshitâ to quote him directly. Jennie had got into a huge, storming argument with him over her alleged âlacklustre workâ that had meant sheâd screamed her voice hoarse and ended with tears streaming down her face to help ruin her make-up as well.
Of course you didnât know any of this, you only noticed her face of thunder as she stormed up to the car three hours late, having had to calm down and be retouched by the cosmetic team before reshooting all the shots the director wanted, evidently making a point in putting Jennie in her place in front of the rest of the crew. She was seriously pissed as she wrenched the door open, straining it against the check strap before it almost bounced back on her, muttering and cursing under her breath as she threw herself into the seat beside you and slammed the door shut. She was in a seriously bad mood, youâd never seen her like that and just kept your distance as the Idol threw her bag down and didnât even look at you.
âDrive, fucking drive,â she muttered intently.
âNo problem,â you said quietly and started the car, pulling it into drive and setting off, wasting no time and letting the engine roar despite it being cold. Who cared, it wasnât your car.
âFucking asshole,â she muttered, seething with unexpressed rage as it ran over and over in her mind. You just kept quiet as she mumbled to herself and focused on driving, not wanting to get caught in the tornado of her mood. It didnât seem to matter though and she just went off about it, venting on him and drawing you into it given you had no way to escape.
âWhat a load of bullshit, he just doesnât fucking like me!â she snapped, to him but also herself as much as anything. You just looked ahead and murmured non-committally, not really having anything to add given you had no clue about the situation...though you knew Jennie; she was a hard worker and dedicated herself to her projects, you knew that much, but she did come across as a bit of a diva at times and you figured this was one of those moments.
âHe was just picking on me! Picking me out, trying to make himself look big or something,â she babbled, looking across to you repeatedly as she animatedly ranted, waving her hands as she let her rage just pour out as she tried to elicit a response from you.
âThatâs bullshit,â you murmured, knowing from your experience with woman that she was really on one and there was no point getting involved if you could help it. Telling her to relax or calm down would only turn her ire on you, and you really didnât want that.
âAll those fucking reshoots, Aish, what time is it even?â she said, looking round for the car clock and seeing it was nearly eight in the evening already.
âNearly three hours, three hours of pointless do-overs,â she rambled.
âWell, itâs done now, letâs just get back to the motel,â you offered, pressing the accelerator just a bit harder to speed things up.
âOh yeah great, a drive back for an hour to a crappy little motel with a bad shower!â she snapped.
âCompany could be worse though,â you quipped, trying to lighten the mood with a glance across to her for the first time. All she had for you was an icy stare, not remotely in the mood to cheer up.
âYeah, could be better though,â she said off-handedly, looking back out the window as she dismissed you. It stung, you had to admit; your relationship with her was pretty close, you both got along well and usually had fun driving to and from the set every day despite the length of the journey. She was usually fun and a bit flirty with you, playing a good bit of back and forth despite the ring on her finger and being honest it really knocked you back a bit with her being such a bitch when youâd never done anything bad to her.
âFeel free to walk,â you retorted, hot headed, just giving your blunt response in that moment. It could cost you the job if she decided to continue being a bitch and have you fired, but you didnât care just then.
âOh you got an attitude too now?â she snapped, looking back at you. You simply remained focused on the road and didnât rise to it; you didnât want getting into an argument with Jennie Kim no matter how much she wanted it and just kept your mouth shut.
âI donât need this shit, off anybody. Iâm running a major company and I know whatâs up. All these projects Iâve been doing lately as well, I donât need to come onto a shitty project like this and get talked down to by some jumped up director who wants to get him rocks off pretending heâs better than me,â she ranted, getting into it again and just winding herself up like a clockwork monkey, ready to bang her drums and make lots of noise for a short while.
âRight,â you said, again trying to distance yourself from it all with a roll of your eyes as you heard her start talking about another projects. You didnât want to hear her media-approved schpiel about it all in some effort to convince you, youâd heard that before.
âCan your attitude. Youâre no better either,â she snapped, turning on you quite literally and leaning over the center console towards you.
âWhat?â you replied, basically blurted out, caught out by her accusation.
âYeah, think I donât notice you looking at my ass? I saw you checking out my ass as I got in the car when you thought I wasnât looking. I know my underwear was riding up, bet you like that donât you?â she accused, narrowing her eyes as she stared at you with pure malice for a moment.
âWell...I...â you struggled, knowing you were busted as your heart rate rushed, body momentarily panicking as you realised sheâd noticed you checking her out.
âYeah you thought you got away with that, taking a look at my ass every time I got out of your car. This is what Iâm talking about, I thought you were a good guy and then I see you doing that every day. What the fuck man,â she said, giving a shake of her head and looking out the window again.
âI thought we had a relationship more than that now,â she added, giving you no time to respond as she kept on at it, eluding to the fact you both been riding together for weeks now. In fact, the reason she sat up front was because she didnât want to be in the back like your task required, she wanted to chat with you and have fun so despite the large vehicle she sat in the front seat next to you and talked with you on every ride.
âBut you just look at me like a piece of meat, someone youâd like to fuck huh?â she said, goading you, giving you the come-on as she looked for more of a fight. You had no idea why she was insistent that it should be you -- perhaps you were just the next guy sheâd run into that was below her that she could take it out on.
âWould you rather I didnât want to fuck you?â you asked after a pause, raising an eyebrow at her. Surely she would prefer to be desired than ignored.
âI....hey fuck that, alright? Thatâs bullshit. Even if I did want that it doesnât mean you should be checking what panties I have on every fucking day,â she snapped, momentarily caught off balance but responding with further bile.
âWell thatâs how it is, I guess. Iâm gonna look, you got me,â you replied with a nonchalant shrug, not caring now given she was clearly just going off and whatever you said didnât matter a fuck.
âFucking perv,â she scolded, giving you a look that you assumed was meant to be mean but just came off as a bit silly, too try-hard.
âYou shouldnât be looking at my ass like that, thatâs not cool, Iâm not some fuck doll for you to fantasize about,â she added. You rolled your eyes again, pressing the accelerator harder, intending to get this drive done as fast as possible and drop Jennie Kim, the bitch, off at the motel before finding a drink.
âAnd Iâm your boss,â she said, looking across to you slyly, the implication clear...though she went on to expand in her somewhat vicious intent. You wanted to ignore it, just let it go but she was pushing and your hands were tightening hard on the steering wheel. Your knuckles were white from tension, movements jerky as you restrained yourself from reacting to her bullshit diva behaviour; it wasnât your fault her director thought she wasnât pulling her weight and had had at her but she was unloading it aggressively on you and something had to give.
âAnd I can get you fired, I donât have to put up with this shit,â she said, narrowing her eyes as she stared at you.
âFine,â you said, trying to hold back your temper that sheâd bubbled up now; you had a temper, you wouldnât deny that, but you kept cool and controlled especially with your job on the line but right now she was winding you up and you were struggling not to just let it go and tell her to shove this job straight up her tight, toned ass.
âAnd fucking slow down! Are you trying to kill us?â she exclaimed, seeing the speedo nudging 97mph as you aimed to get back to the motel as fast as possible. Jennie squealed and lurched forwards towards the dashboard as you stamped on the brakes, the car diving suddenly as you decelerated and throwing her forwards which she noticed immediately as she hadnât fastened her seatbelt in her anger.
âAish!â she cried out, catching herself and fumbling around as you spotted a good place to pull of the road and pulled the car onto it, tyres sliding in the dust as you skidded to a halt and lurched back, a cloud blowing all around as she sat back up.
âWhat the fuck?!â she asked hurriedly, pushing her hair back from her face.
âJust shut the fuck up, would you? Give me a break!â you snapped sharply, loudly, leaning close to her face as you said it. Jennie recoiled in shock, eyes widening as you suddenly spoke to her so bluntly.
âFuck you, I own you!â she shot back, finding her nerve again, getting the fight she seemingly wanted after all.
âFuck you, you donât own me,â you shouted, then reached out to grab her, making her squeal as you manhandled her between the seats and threw her into the back of the car, where she usually rode up front with you. Jennie tumbled untidily into the rear seats, her ass giving a gorgeous glimpse as you threw her into the back before she collapsed onto the leather bench seat.
âOh big man huh, gonna just get rid of me?â she said, pushing her hair back and pushing up on her elbow as she waited for your response.
âJust fucking can it, Jennie,â you snapped.
âOh big man, gonna throw a woman around. What, you gonna come back here and fuck me as well are you?â she replied, the challenge clear in her tone.
âMaybe I should,â you said quietly, meaningfully. Jennie paused momentarily, not quite expecting your response and thinking it over for a split second before she replied.
âOh really? Fine maybe you should,â she said, unable to back down, her ego too big to retreated.
âOh yeah?â you answered, looking at her in the rear view mirror, seeing her eyes, those big, honest eyes that told you everything you needed to know: she was serious.
âYeah fine, go on, fuck me. Why donât you show me what youâve got tough guy,â she said, no question or doubt in it, just a statement - an invitation.
âFine,â you responded curtly and shoved the door open, getting out as Jennieâs heart raced, breathing fast as you stepped round and opened the back to get in with her as she immediately made space for you. Sheâd wound you up relentlessly and she knew sheâd done it on purpose but she wasnât sure her end goal with it all; you didnât deserve it at all, none of her irritation was your fault, but she also knew she was desperately horny having been away from her fiancĂ© for weeks and frankly this was the best possible outcome...as long as you kept your mouth shut.
You jumped in with her and locked the doors, wasting no more words on her as you seize the opportunity sheâd presented you, grasping it with both hands as most men would. Jennie looked at you like a deer in the headlights for a moment before you grabbed hold of her, throwing her over on her tummy and shoving her towards the window, up into a doggystyle position as her forehead bumped the cold glass. You were strong and dominant, taking full physical control of her as you hauled her into position and then grabbed her trousers in readiness.
âGonna finally fuck me now huh? Everything you wanted? I bet youâve dreamed of this as you stared at my ass,â she goaded, finding her attitude again for a moment as she made no protest of what you were about to do and actually arched her back, sticking her ass out and letting her pussy bulge between her legs to invite you to get on with it.
She was hungry for it, waiting for the moment your cock slid into her; she knew she was going to shake as you did it which would give her away, that she loved it from the second you started fucking her but right now she didnât care -- she needed to get fucked, and was sure sheâd wound you up enough where you would. She needed it badly.
âShut the fuck up,â you said simply, a straightforward command to the Idol as you grabbed her leggings and yanked them, and her thong, down her thighs to just above her knees, revealing her stubbly, half-shaved pussy and tight ass. Jennie shifted on the seat to get herself stable as you undid your trousers and released yourself as she imagined you standing up iron-hard for her, ready to split her in two. She didnât have to wait long, mere seconds, for her question to be answered as you grabbed your rock hard cock and aimed it down to her hot, wet lips as your other hand grabbed her waist to constrain her, not that she needed it as you guided your cock to her opening.
Jennie cried out loudly in pleasure and pain as you suddenly plunged into her, wasting no time and doing exactly what sheâd invited -- fucking her. You drove yourself into her hard as your silky body yielded to, and the clenches of her muscles did nothing to deter you as you slammed full depth inside her and shoved your hips into her ass as she cried out and grunted deeply, soulfully as you buried your cock totally inside her. Her pussy clenched hard and she shuddered in sensation, pain giving a sudden twinge but giving way to immediate pleasure at a cock being inside her for the first time in weeks, bumping against her cervix as it filled her completely.
She shuddered intently and knew the game was up, as sheâd suspected her body had completely given away her excitement and arousal at this fuck and she was sure her wet pussy did little to dispel that. Your hand dug into her waist and pulled back at her hip as your other hand swiftly grabbed a handful of her dark hair, fingers twisting into her hair and pulling back at her head as she gasped. You wasted no time at all in fucking her, burying your cock into her initially then yanking back to get straight into a quick, hard rhythm; your pace was intense and full of frustration, rage even as you held her lithe bodily tightly and started absolutely fucking her hard and fast. You wasted no energy or motion, jamming her head into the window as she gasped and breathed hard, fogging up the glass as she looked out towards the road while you pounded into her from behind.
âThis what you wanted is it?â you asked as you held on tight and fucked her, really fucked her, pounding hard and fast with short strokes that always hit full depth as you slammed yourself against her ass. You barely registered that you were fucking Jennie Kim of all people, your boss, the famous idol, just relishing the feel of her sweet, hot pussy clenching and squeezing around your cock as she absolutely loved your pounding into her from behind.
âUh huh...â was all she could murmur, unable to lie as the pleasure washed over her, relief of finally getting fucked and so, so hard as you took out all your anger on your bitchy boss. You smiled as you continued, trying to find more pace and power, more energy, more aggression, more anger to let out on your evidently slutty boss who was quite happy to let you fuck her.
âGood, you fucking whore,â you said, adding to it as Jennie just groaned in pleasure as your rock hard cock slammed in and out of her, your hips jamming into her toned ass, making a gratuitous slapping sound as you cranked her back, pulling her hair harder as your intensity ramped up. It hurt, the burn in her scalp searing but she didnât give a fuck, she was just loving it so much sheâd frankly let you do anything you wanted with her as you pounded on her pussy and tingled her G-spot to drive her towards orgasm. You somehow knew what she needed and pushed up to lean over her more and push down against the sensitive spot at the front of her pussy
âOh fuck,â she muttered under her breath as her cheek shoved against the glass, feeling your cock brutally push down against her vaginal wall, stimulating her perfectly, her arousal just too much as she felt her typically pre-orgasmic tremble shudder through her body. She was momentarily distracted as a truck suddenly went past, slower than it should, before heard the horn blare; youâd been spotted, seeing them pulled over and then her face jammed against the window with her eyes practically rolling as she gasped hungrily for more. Jennie just hoped she hadnât been recognized as it disappeared down the road, focusing on to the sensations of your pounding against her ass once more and realizing she was ready to pop.
Itâd taken no time at all; she was so horny and desperately in need of a good, thick cock inside her like she had right now that her body just responded to it, primally pushing all thoughts of her cheating from her mind as she shoved back into you as best she could. She needed every millimeter of your cock inside her and drove her pelvis back to maximize your penetration as she arched her back, your hand digging into her, face still shoved against the cold, sweaty glass as you pounded on her. The fact youâd clearly wanted to do this for so long only made it hotter, the way youâd just suddenly turned on her and fucked her, at her encouragement mind, taking her to task and now letting out every bit of frustration and want for her as you pounded her harder than sheâd been fucked in years.
âFuck me, god fuck me,â Jennie gasped, not caring that you knew she loved it now as you continued to smash her. Your hips slammed against her ass in a motion that must have been a blur, slapping noisily against her as your pulsing, twitching cock plunged into her again and again. Your shoves against her G-spot and the sustained way you were driving almost against her cervix had only cranked her orgasm up and up and with a sudden shudder it gave way as she came -- hard. She shook and opened her eyes, grunting hard as she climax washed over her rapidly, gazing through the misted winded onto the empty surroundings as her breath caught and stuttered into fast, struggling gasps through her noises.
You smile as you continued to pump yourself into her with all your might, loving how snug and wet her pussy was wrapped around your cock, loving how she shook and just begged for you to take her. Watching her come was a satisfying reward, loving that youâd made the gorgeous Idol peak in two minutes, unable to help herself as she whined in pleasure and dug her nails into the seat cushion. You pounded on her hard as she slowed down and quaked more deeply in culmination of her orgasm, the immense pleasure fading to leave her fragile and sensitive, fumbling to pull away from you.
âSlow down,â she breathed, barely a mumble through gasps for air, trying to recover as her forehead prickled with sweat. She tried to ask for it even as she knew you wouldnât slow down, knowing she was your little toy right now and you were running the show whether she liked it or not. In fact, she loved it and even as she trembled in overwhelmed sensations, your thick cock ploughing her sweet pussy harder and faster than ever given how wet she was. There was no mercy, no break, no pause in your fucking, just slamming yourself into her as she struggled to take it though it only turned her on more than ever -- her fiancĂ© never fucked her like this any more.
She grunted and groaned through it as you pummeled her ass with your hips, your thick cock straining and pulsing inside her, feeling harder than ever as you pursued your own orgasm. Her hot, clenching pussy had only helped to accelerate your climax and now you starting to bubble, the thought of finally fucking Jennie Kim getting to you. Jennie herself just moaned and mumbled tiredly in pleasure and a cocktail of stimulation as your thick shaft drove into her again and again, though you could feel her deliberately squeezing and clamping down on you with her vaginal muscles, aiming to maximize your ride and make her pussy the tightest she could.
âFuck,â you grunted, your first exclamation that told Jennie you were enjoying her as much as she enjoyed you, her body so hot and tight, hands digging into her, loving how she responded to the rough treatment as you fucked her hard and fast with little focus on her own pleasure. Her orgasm said everything you needed to know about her love it and now it was time for your own, the tingle youâd been holding back growing into a deep, intense release that was waiting to burst forth. With no reason to now hold it back and her ass still shoving back into her cock as she worked to please you, you just picked up your efforts, somehow finding a bit more pace to smash yourself into her in the shortest, hardest strokes you could manage as she whined in pleasure.
âDonât come inside me,â she breathed, urging you to pull out as she felt you strain and twitch, knowing you was on the brink and holding back for a final few intense, hard, body-shaking thrusts into her to slam her against the window. Instead she grunted as your hand dug into her waist and you shoved her face hard against the glass, smearing her lipstick onto it as she gave a muffled complaint while you jammed yourself as deep as possible.
âIâm come wherever I fucking feel like,â you said in a near growl, making her tremble in excitement, unable to deny how much she loved being fucked like this, totally dominated and owned as your thrusts immediately picked up the pace again. It was an overwhelming, eye-rolling moment of discovery as she was reminded what it was like to get properly fucked as you absolutely unloaded every bit of energy you had and stroked your cock into her with short, rapid pumps until you gave a final stiffen, a few last strokes and slammed hard into her to get full depth before your cock jerked and spurted deep inside to unload yourself against her cervix.
âOh fuck...â she breathed as she felt your hot cum burst into her, spilling at the entrance to her womb; even though sheâd asked you not to she wasnât the least surprised youâd blown it inside her, choosing the most enjoyable method and leaving it up to her to deal with. It was hotter that youâd deliberately ignored her and done exactly what sheâd asked you not to, just dismissing her and dominating her to the last as your balls tightened and you exploded inside her with short, hard gasps. You squeezed and clenched your muscles hard to urge every last drop of your cum into the pretty idol, giving in to the extreme pleasure of it all and letting it shudder through you, relishing the moment as you emptied your balls inside Jennie Kim. Itâd been weeks since youâd had a chance to get any relief yourself and to finally get that with her of all people was a dream come true.
âFuck that was good,â you breathed, squeezing a couple of more times as you just rested inside her, letting yourself have every chance before you slipped back out of her easily and turned to sit down on the seat.
âYeah, exactly what I needed,â she breathed honestly, sinking into the seat but not looking back at you, embarrassed with herself and how much sheâd enjoyed it. Sheâd given you the come on though and knew it was entirely her doing so she could hardly complain.
âGood,â you replied simply, pulling your trousers up and pushing the door open, Jennie inhaling as the breeze blew in over her bare ass and dropping to the seat now as you slammed the door and then momentarily slipped back into the driverâs seat. Jennie just rolled over and clumsily fumbled her yoga pants and thong back up, tugging them awkwardly over herself as she covered herself after the roughest, and most exciting, fuck sheâd had for years. She felt exhausted, slumping into the back seat and letting it take over her, the tension falling off her like a coat in the aftermath as you started the engine and pulled away from the side of the road. Jennie looked up and your eyes met in the rear view mirror, a look that said everything -- you had everything she needed right then, and you was going to give it to her.
âYouâre coming back with me,â you said quietly, commandingly.
âYeah well, of course, same motel and all,â she proffered, trying to break the topic as if she didnât know what you meant. She of course wasnât stupid and knew exactly what you were saying.
âDonât be stupid, Jennie,â you said with another look in the mirror, âIâve got exactly what you need.â
âSo speed up and give it to me, donât make me wait,â she replied after a pause, longer than it should have been as she tried to think of a way to counter that. She didnât have one and agreed that frankly you did have what she needed, and wanted, for the night so fuck it, she might as well just encourage it. She hardly had to wait as she heard the engine roar and the car surged forward, sinking into the seats and relaxing as she recovered, feeling both immensely satisfied by her climax and horny again already, knowing she was going towards a night of being fucked her without an ounce of control.
She fumbled around and got her phone out, looking through it as you focused on driving back as the light of the day failed and faded, sun sinking below the horizon now to bath the road in twilight. Jennie kind of enjoyed being your passenger again, riding in the back even if it was after youâd forcibly thrown her there and then fucked her. Fucked her harder than sheâd ever imagined you would, and bought yourself a ticket to her for the rest of the night.
In what seemed like no time at all thanks to touching triple figures on the speedo you pulled up at the motel, guiding the luxury sedan into the entrance and parking up in easy reach of the front door. Few people were there at the bar except for the staff crew, and many of them hadnât returned yet. You pulled up and stopped the car, getting out to open the rear door for her and usher her out towards the entrance of the motel like a proper guest. You saw her into the place then once they were away from the main foyer you grasped her hand and pulled her along, directing her towards your room as you made sure she couldnât change her mind. She had no intention and let you pull her towards her night of adventure, unlocking your door easily and pulling her inside.
âSmaller than yours I assume,â you said with a smile, gesturing around; it was smaller than hers but not by as much as youâd think as her room at this place wasnât exactly majestic, it was just a small motel in the middle of nowhere. It really was the middle of goddamn nowhere, which was why she was here in the first place, ready to get fucked even though sheâd never had imagined sheâd do this. It wasnât her at all, she was faithful. Not any more though she figured, but despite that she wasnât going to be a pushover and wanted to get some control back, to drive what happened and not let you treat her like a total fucktoy as was clearly your intent. Her body hadnât given you any idea she wanted anything different mind.
âLook, Iâll stay the night and all, you got me alright,â she said as you threw your jacket down, looking up to her.
âWeâll hook up but itâs not like that,â she said, trying to wrestle back control of the whole situation somewhat.
âNot like what?â you questioned.
âThat,â she said pointedly, raising her eyebrows, âlike what just happened. Iâm not your little fuckdoll for the night or something, Iâm still your boss.â
âYeah right,â you said with a short laugh, looking her up and down, amused by her faux indignation and attempt to boss you about.
âIâm serious, I donât...â she started but was immediately cut off by you surging toward her to stand face-to-face with her, towering over her, making her suddenly feel small and powerless before you.
âShut the fuck up, Jennie,â you said coolly, calmly...dominantly. She felt a tremble run through her and instantly wanted to submit, to let you take charge of her even if consciously she felt she shouldnât.
âIâm in charge here,â you said, reaching out and firmly squeezing her breast through her baggy top, making her murmur then squeak as you were particularly rough with her.
âAnd youâre going to do exactly what youâre told tonight, just like you want to. Youâre gonna be my perfect little obedient fuckdoll for the night, you really are,â you said deeply, so cool and calm with her. Jennie took a deep breath, realizing her heart was racing, pounding in her chest as you just totally owned her leaving her unable to reply. She simply didnât know what to say or do.
âNow take your clothes off,â you ordered, stepping away from her to pull your own shirt off.
âAll of them?â she blurted out, even though she knew the answer, scolding herself for even asking.
âYes, Jennie, all of your clothes. What else do you think Iâd want,â you replied, stripping yourself and leaving her to catch up as she took a breath and set about peeling her clothes off. It took her only a few moments to throw off her casual hoodie and top, easily unclipping her comfortable, unsexy bra and then shoving her yoga pants down again and this time off her feet to leave herself standing naked before you as she awaited instructions. Her dignity and any semblance of fight had left her completely and now sheâd resigned herself to being exactly what you wanted her to be -- your fuckdoll. And she was sure she was going to love it.
âVery nice,â you said, glancing up her lithe, toned body, her workout regime paying off handsomely as she stood before you like a treat. She was slender, abs defined, a lovely thigh gap and her pussy was shaved into a nice landing strip, though she hadnât kept up with it for a couple of days and stubble prickled her skin.
âThanks,â she replied shyly, stupidly given what had already done. She was just waiting for you to lead her, which you did.
âLetâs take a shower,â you said, walking to the bathroom without a backwards glance. You just knew she would follow you and your trust that she would infuriated her, made her bossy attitude burn; she was literally your boss and could have you fired any time she wanted, but here she was in your room letting you order her about like someone youâd paid for. And what made it worse for her was she was giving into it, just feeling helplessly commanded by you and wanting to submit. Sheâd never been treated like this in the bedroom and couldnât help herself, almost wanting to see where it went as much as anything else as she followed you into the bathroom.
The shower was already running with you standing under the hot cascade of water, washing down as she walked into the bathroom. You looked up to her right at the moment when she shivered, feeling your load of cum sinking down under gravity and threatening to leak out of her. You smiled and held out a hand to encourage her in, a hand that Jennie took slowly, letting herself be led into the shower and a night of exploration. She knew thatâd been her last possible chance to leave but realistically sheâd never even considered it -- if she was going to be pissed off and regret this, she wanted to see it to the end so she could properly complain about it, like watching a bad movie and refusing to walk out.
âOhh,â she shivered as you pulled her under the hot spray, the night not cold but having been feeling a little chill without her clothes, the warmth of the shower tingling her perfectly. You pulled her into your arms beneath the tumbling water and finally fixed her with a kiss, pressing your lips to her firm, full pout. Tongues immediately entwined and found a perfect rhythm, mixing easily, so much better than sheâd ever expected with a first kiss as you leaned down into her under the spray as she pressed her naked body to yours. She could already feel your erection pushing up into her tummy as your lust for her made itself evident, which she guessed she couldnât really complain about as you felt her stiff nipples push into her body as her lovely breasts squashed between them.
âMm someoneâs ready,â she murmured with a smile as she felt your cock grow to full hardness as your hands slid down her back and squeezed her tight ass.
âYeah, so donât hesitate,â you murmured, kissing down her neck as she leaned back and sighed in pleasure, body tingling. She loved having her neck kissed and arousal spread through her like a wave, spurring her hand to fumble between them and wrap her slender fingers around your hard cock. It gave her a chance to properly explore and assess it given previously it was only being thumped into her cunt hard and fast from behind. Her hand stroked slowly up and down as you kissed her again, the hot water splashing down over while your own hands squeezed her ass, fingers teasing over her tightest hole before moving up to squeeze at her tits, your large hands easily encompassing her fairly petite chest, thumbing at her nipples carefully to stimulate the hard points.
You both didnât speak, not needing to, satisfied at finally getting your hands on Jennie Kim, the woman youâd been driving to every day and who was in essence your boss. She was just lost to the pleasure of somebody finally getting their hands on her, the physical relief of it something she hadnât realized sheâd needed until now, loving the feel of your hands sliding and groping over her body, taking in every womanly curve of her, making her feel wanted and desired, lusted for, like a woman.
You reached out and grabbed shower gel from the shelf on the wall, liberally spreading it into your hands before soaping her up, spreading it over her shoulders and down her back to her ass. She just murmured as you spread her ass and reached down into every crevice of her body, pulling back from her to soap over her front. You spent plenty of time on her tits and enjoyed every bounce and squeeze of her as you spread the soap over her before lathering down her body, taking in her slender waist and the curve of her hips, her lovely strip of pubic hair and toned legs. She was quite taken by the way you showed her respect as you soaped her up and then turned her into the shower to rinse her down, loving the way the soap just seemed to peel down her body towards her feet over her lightly tanned skin.
Jennie murmured in pleasure as she just loved the intimacy of a shower with you, loving the attention you were giving her after too long without it. Your hands on her were a delight, sliding over her soapy body and taking in every womanly curve of her figure as you did, knowing exactly what you were doing with her. Jennie wondered how sheâd completely overlooked you as your skill was evident and the thick cock she still had her hand wrapped around was a perfect fit. Oh sure sheâd randomly contemplated doing it, she did with many men, but sheâd never been serious about giving you a shot and realized sheâd probably missed out. You had her now though and she was very sure you were going to give her everything you could; youâd already fucked her as though it was your only chance with her and she was sure things would only follow suit.
âKneel down,â you said, only proving her right as she looked up into your eyes and then locked lips with you again, tongues fighting before she broke away and sank down in the shower with your hard cock throbbing right in front of her face. Assuming you wanted a blowjob she wasted no time in sucking you off, stroking and then immediately engulfing your cock in blissful liquid heat as her tongue assaulted. You groaned in pleasure and pulled your hand into her hair to encourage her as your cock swelled in her mouth, flexing and straining as you shivered at the incredible sensations of her velvet touch, feeling her suck firmly as she started bobbing her head.
Jennie rather enjoyed sucking cock and knew it always made men happy, loving the way they just melted to her touch as she set about devouring them, pushing them into her throat to let them feel her yield and stretch, shudder at her suck and tremble at her tongue. And as much as you loved that, intent on enjoying it fully, it wasnât what youâd shoved her down for her and managed to refrain from getting lost in it totally as you reached out to squeeze some more shower gel into your hand and lather them together.
âStop, Jennie, stop,â you reluctantly asked, pulling back a little to let your cock slip out of her mouth as she rocked back onto her heels and looked up at you. It was a perfect scene; the lovely Jennie Kim knelt before you, your hard cock pulsing moments from her mouth, her big eyes staring up to you in total obedience as the water splashed down.
âThis is what I want,â you said firmly, your dominant tone directing her effortlessly as you reached down with both hands to soap and squeeze her firm tits in readiness before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her up onto her knees. She cried out slightly as you yanked her up, pulling her to her tallest position as your other hand guided your cock to press it against her chest between her firm B-cups, the implication clear.
âWow ok Iâve never really done this much,â she conceded, since her more humble chest wasnât something many men seemed to focus on.
âI donât care, grab them,â you ordered and with that Jennie did exactly what she was told and pushed her hands up under the sides of her tits to squeeze them together around your cock. She didnât really know what she was doing but figured it would work just fine as she looked down to see her petite boobs squeeze up around your cock, feminine flesh engulfing your manhood with the soap concealing her nipples. Your hands went to her shoulders as you thrust against her, your cock easily slipping up against her wet, slippery body, trusting her to keep control her lovely breasts as you pushed your cock between them. You drew back slowly and then thrust up against her again with a slow, controlled motion that let you feel every little thing.
Your cock glided easily against her succulent, soapy body, the softness of her tits absolutely divine as they wrapped around you and perfectly sealed against the throbbing hardness of your cock. She just looked down as you started to thrust against her with a slow, powerful rhythm that told her that you wanted to enjoy it as her body rocked with your energy. You held her and she was glad that you did as your thrusts pushed her back towards her heels, something she knew would have made her toned thighs burn if sheâd had to resist it all herself, able to focus solely on pressing her perky tits up around you.
Her nipples were rock hard as the soap slid off the neat, screwed up points of her breasts, water trickling down over her as you shielded most of the shower behind you. She looked down and enjoyed the sight of your thick cock pushing up between her tits, loving the way her body yielded and smoothly gave way to your manhood as you shoved it slowly and deliberately against her body. Unable to resist the pleasure of it, you started to pick up the pace and pump your hips forward against her faster, pushing into her more firmly to make her rock back then resist as you used her body for your pleasure. Jennie looked up to you, taking her gaze from her chest as she looked up to you with a smile, rather enjoying giving you a tit fuck especially when you seemed to enjoy it so much.
âLike that huh?â she asked through her smile, starting to rock her body a little, tightening her abs to let herself push down onto as you thrust up, accentuating the sensations around your rock hard erection as you slid between her perfect, soap-slick tits.
âYou seem pretty good at this for someone thatâs not done it before,â you smiled, not slowing down for a moment.
âI didnât say I hadnât, just not much,â she replied with a naughty little half-smile.
âWell you should do it more, you seem a natural,â you said, straining against her harder as she worked at you, getting into a motion as the water poured down over your back, steam filling the bathroom from the hot water as she worked up and down to massage her gorgeous tits around your cock. Just to enjoyed it for a couple more minute, you pushing harder and faster against her sternum while she focused on pressing her tits together for you, soap washing gradually away so there was more friction, more intensity to encourage you to thrust quicker as your erection pulsed between her tits.
Your fingers dug into her shoulders more and you helped to push her down as she bobbed on her knees, arching her back as she worked. Her breaths were short and sharp, almost rasping as she exerted herself, feeling the ache in her body and oblique muscles as she exercised herself in a somewhat unusual way. She worked out a lot, her video posts on social media showed that off plenty to everyone that wanted to drink in her tight body, but this motion was unlike anything she trained for as she compressed herself but arched her back to push her perky chest out for you. Still, her abs were strong and she put herself into it, doing all she could as the bathroom filled completely with steam so you both practically couldnât see, condensation streaming off the mirrors and glass, beaded over everything cold or metal.
âMm fuck,â you growled, cock jerking against her stiffly, so much so it made Jennie sure you were going to pick up the pace and work to the end on her before you suddenly slowed. Giving a final, lingering push up again her chest, you held for a moment then released her, stepping back as she let go of her tits, in tune with your clear intention for that to be it with her tits -- for now at least.
âCome on, weâve got things to do,â you said, pulling her up from her knees by her arm, which helped given her somewhat tingling legs from where sheâd been knelt down.
âYou haveâŠâ she said, looking you in the eyes, âme.â
âExactly,â you smiled, loving that she was seemingly onboard now and was enjoying herself. You turned the taps and shut the shower off, the hot cascade suddenly stops and leaves embraced by silence, broken only by the last few drips of the water fading away. You stepped out and grabbed a towel, throwing it back to Jennie as if she was always at your place as you picked up another for yourself, burying your face in it and rubbing through your hair. She let it tumble open before pressing it to herself, not bothering to be modest as there was no point, rubbing over her body to absorb the water from her body as you watched on with a smile. Her make-up had survived surprisingly well, only a little smudged from the shower.
She smiled back and just let you enjoy the view as she reached down to dry her legs, rubbing over her tight pussy before pulling the towel behind her to draw it over her back and down across her ass. Jennie giggled a little as you seemed enthralled by her, just drinking in the sight as she lifted the towel up to work it through her damp hair, stretching and displaying her body perfectly as you absent mindedly dried yourself, hands just on autopilot as you didnât miss a thing.
âVery nice, all those workouts clearly pay off,â you commented, the evidence right in front of you.
âThanks, I certainly work hard enough,â she replied as you cast your towel aside and grabbed her hand, leaving her idly rubbing round her neck as you led her out of the steamy bathroom into the main bedroom once more. You pulled her to the bed and then turned round, sitting back down onto it, your stiff cock sticking up for her; she assumed you would just pull her into your lap and slide inside her again to make her ride this time but found you had other plans.
âKneel,â you commanded, pulling down at her wrist to urge her towards the floor. Without hesitation she sank to the floor smoothly, kneeling on the carpet at your feet and swallowing in preparation for what she assumed would be another blowjob.
âUp, now,â you commanded, Jennie struggling to her feet on tingling legs as you pulled her hair -- then took her by complete surprise by twisting and grabbing her over the shoulder and between the legs like a body slam and throwing her powerfully over and down onto the bed.
She squealed as you swung her over and cast her down on the sheets, her slender body bouncing on the mattress as her feet jumped up towards the ceiling, looking backwards as you stood over her. Without a word you grabbed her wrists and pulled her to the edge of the bed, Jennie craning up to look around before you shoved her head down, tipping it back off the side of the bed.
âRight there, thatâs what I want,â you said firmly, dominantly, using a tone sheâd not heard from any man and it made her tingle in excitement...and obedience. She knew she had no control over things anyway and just opened her mouth like whore, knowing it was what you wanted her to do and would make her if she didnât. You were so turned on to see her just present herself, opening her mouth and closing her eyes, head back, knowing what you would do to her. This wouldnât be any ordinary blowjob and you didnât disappoint in showing her how, grabbing her face to direct her as you dipped your knees and shoved your cock down with your other hand and straight into her waiting mouth.
Jennie immediately sucked and applied her tongue, giving you a moment to enjoy her skills before you go straight to it and shoved into her throat. She gagged, unable to stop herself, knowing this was how it would be but unable to help herself. Sheâd never been very good at controlling her gag reflex but she got the feeling it wouldnât matter a fuck to you right now. Jennie was absolutely right and you held her head and shoved hard into her throat, feeling her constrict and tighten around your cock to halt your progress. It didnât deter you however and you knew youâd break her, shoving repeatedly with more and more pressure into her throat, making her gag and choke noisily, heaving on the bed before you, thick saliva running down her face now and making her close her eyes.
âFucking take it, come on,â you said, an encouragement and an order at the same time, wanting into her throat as you pushed at her straining form. It took a few more attempts but with one, slow, powerful drive into her mouth you felt her resistance flutter, strain and fail suddenly so you jolted forwards into her and blissfully buried every inch of your cock into her hot, squeezing throat as she could fight it no longer. The noise she made was music to your ears as she gave a loud, wet gagging sound that was immediately muffled, wrenching and convulsing on the bed as she struggled before she gagged hard through her nose.
Her hands dug into the bedding, not trying to fight as you might have expected and as she might have claimed she would only a little while before. She just intended to take it, even as her eyes streaming and her make-up ran down her face, throat aching as it tried to push your cock back out, body heaving and spasming on the bed. She fought to calm herself down as you pulled back and gave her a second to breathe, Jennie hauling in a huge breath before you shoved your cock back in and followed her inhale down to neatly trick her and thrust yourself back into her throat before her body could react. She surged and choked again, hating how her body was doing this and also you for doing it to her, though she couldnât deny how wet her pussy was from it.
Her hand strayed from the bed even as the other stayed twisted up in the covers, knuckles white from how tight she was holding it. She pushed her hand over her body and down between her legs, shocked at how wet she was, drenching her fingers as she found her clit and started to slowly circle it to let the pleasure in. You loved seeing her start fingering herself, telling you that despite whatever she thought she was enjoying herself in a primal, physical manner and it only spurred you to keep going at her for your own pleasure. She was clearly enjoying that.
âThatâs it, just let me in,â you murmured, the silence only punctuated by her heaves and wet gagging along with your deep, intense breaths. She mumbled something but you obviously couldnât work out what and frankly you were enjoying yourself far too much to care or give her the time to speak. You were absolutely rock hard, tingling with pleasure as her throat tightened hard around the head of your cock to stimulate your nerves with every thrust into her resisting mouth. She gagged and mumbled as you smashed into her throat, making it bulge as you drove fully down each time.
Jennieâs fingers danced precisely at her clit as she pleasured herself to being used so completely, utterly under your control as you leaned over her and dominantly thrust your hips forward to force your cock into her throat. Even though her body kept trying to fight, unable to stop herself, her muscles were weak and aching, a mere token protest now as you powerfully and methodically pushed yourself into her throat. You were loving pushing down into her, seeing the slight catch as your bulging head popped into her throat and made her tense, trying to hold it down as you pressed yourself right into her throat until your balls were against her face.
You could only hold back and sustain that for a couple of minutes however before your lust and want to use her throat took over, steadying your feet and starting to thrust much faster. Your strokes were shorter and harder, full depth every time as she gasped desperately, choking back her gags and hauling in breaths where she could. Her dark eye make-up streaked down her face as her eyes watered helplessly and she clung to the bed, only with one hand however as her other continued to stimulate herself, more aggressively now, her fingers grinding around her sensitive button intently. Her tongue, which had been attempting to join the party, gave up under the onslaught and she just held it fixedly to stroke your cock as you pumped in and out of her mouth.
The wet sounds of her throat were all that broke the air of the room as you plundered Jennie Kim, taking joy at every moment you could, knowing this was a once in a lifetime chance. Your hands were pressed hard into the mattress of the basic motel room as you stood prone over it and thumped your hips down into her waiting mouth, loving the bulge of her throat around your head, tingling the most sensitive areas. You gazed down over her tight body, perky tits with her nipples screwed up hard, toned abs clenching and pulsing as she struggled to take your cock, her fingers still working hotly at her clit. This was certainly going to help work her abs out.
âOh fuck,â you growled, feeling a characteristic tingle as your cock pulsed and stiffened, knowing your orgasm was coming fast. You didnât know if Jennie could feel it but didnât really care and pressed on hard, picking up speed to thrust harder, shoving against her pretty face more intensely as you pursued your climax towards its inevitable conclusion. She hadnât felt the hardening of your cock, that typical rock hard pulse that always signified the arrival of climax, but she heard your breathing increasing, getting harder and shorter, feeling your energy picking up as you thrust more rapidly into her. She couldnât do anything apart from brace herself on the bed, both hands now stuck into the bedding as she held tight and just endured it, still gagging and choking, struggling to breath and practically creaming herself without being touched. She absolutely loved it.
You didnât pay much attention to it but you knew she was into it, loving her playing with herself as you felt the pressure build in your balls. Your thrusts turned to a flurry, intensity unleashed now as you pumped her throat as hard and fast as possible, barely pulling two inches out of her before shoving back against her full lips in an overwhelming rhythm that she could barely handle. Her breaths were gasps, wet strangled grabs of atmosphere as you grunted and growled with pleasure, eyes squeezing shut as you trembled, holding it back. Thick saliva ran from her mouth and down over her cheek to run into her hair and drip to the floor as you pumped her throat, unable to stop herself from gagging around you.
By now Jennie knew exactly what was coming and couldnât do anything to change it even if she wanted to. You thumped your hips hard into her, shaking and holding on until it burst forth in a sudden, incredible explosion; jamming yourself against her hard to shove her head back into the foot of the mattress, your cock jumped and swelled as you ejaculated intensely down her throat, a thick rope deep into her where she had no choice but to swallow. Jennie gagged hard, as much as you suddenly stopping as anything, feeling your hot load jetting into her as your thick prick jumped and surged in her mouth.
All she could do was mumble, unable to breathe as you pinned her down to empty your balls, pressed to her face. She held on as you pulsed and jerked to spill every last drop of your thick, salty load down her throat and then held still to make her swallow, Jennie quickly figuring out you wasnât going to let her go if she didnât. It wasnât a big deal, it was so deep down her throat it was half way there and with an awkward heave and a gurgle she swallow it all. You pulled back and slipped your thick cock out of her mouth, standing up as you withdrew to let the idol haul in a huge, undignified lungful of air, taking several deep breaths as she turned her head and let a huge string of thick drool slide out of her mouth to the floor with a mumble of embarrassment and relief.
âFuck that was good,â you breathed. She couldnât reply, totally exhausted after her first, proper throat fuck.
âReady for some fun?â you asked as you reached down slapped her face a couple of times, making her complain and snapping her back to reality as you moved round the bed. She was completely at your mercy and unable to fight back, just zoned out for a moment as you grabbed hold of her feet and hauled her round on the bed, dragging her head back onto the mattress to give her neck some much needed support. She mumbled incoherently as you spread her legs wide open and exposed her shaved but stubbly pussy, pulling her to the edge of the bed so they hung over it.
Without a word you dropped to your knees and shoved your arms up under her thighs, shoving them over your biceps as you lowered your head and drew your tongue straight over her puffy labia, letting the tip split her lips so it collided with her sensitive, rock hard clit. Jennie gave a stuttering sigh, breathing deeply as you went down on her, your tongue immediately going straight back to her begging button and softly pressing perfectly into her folds to stimulate her. Jennie gasped and groaned heavily in pleasure as she tipped her head back into the bed and rolled her hips up towards your intimate touch.
âOh fuck, thatâs so good,â she breathed, having not had her pussy eaten in so long. Her fiancĂ© was good at it but he hadnât done it for her in a while and when she was so turned on already it was an absolute treat. Her whole body tingled as your tongue touched her clit, pushing up under the hood and circling around her, different textures of stimulating every desire of hers as it slipped over her. Her hips rocked rhythmically into your tongue as it worked up and down, steady and powerful as you breathed hotly over her mound and just stimulated her perfectly, seeming able to read her just right.
The Idol just groaned in satisfaction and unmitigated enjoyment as you lapped at her juicy pussy, already so turned on from what youâd just done to her as sheâd shamelessly loved her first face fuck even if it had been a messy struggle. She was dripping wet and your tongue easily parted her swollen lips, splitting them effortlessly as you dipped down and dragged back up from her asshole all the way to her throbbing clit. You focused onto her juicy entrance, loving how she was into it as you glided over her and just teased, making her wait and frustratedly wiggle before burying your tongue inside her.
She moaned in ecstasy with a shiver, pulling her legs up against your hands as her skin goosepimpled, body alight at every touch now as she relished the way your tongue twisted and swelled inside her to stimulate every nerve ending of her velvet walls. You thrust it inside her and swirled around, her slick juices coating your chin as she basked in pleasure, loving how you seemed to pay attention to every part of her. That was only confirmed as you pushed down and pulled your tongue over her asshole, returning the favour as she gave a tremendous surge and her breath caught in her aching throat. Sheâd never had her asshole licked properly before and felt the new, exciting sensations as your tongue spent several seconds licking and playing over her tightest hole before you swept back up to her clit.
âDonât stop,â she begged, reaching up to push her hair back from her face, arching her back and trying to push down harder into your expert tongue as it took her towards orgasm. The climax was building intently in her tummy as she felt things tightening up, the tension accelerating as it bubbled up from her soul towards the inevitable. You could feel it, the way she was rocking and pulsing, the tightening of her muscles under your hands as you held her on the end of the bed. It only made you even more focused and you ate her hard, going as briskly and powerfully as possible on her without giving her that bit too much, your tongue aching as you prodded, probed and circled her clit.
The tip of your tongue worked in hard, small motions as you thrust it over her clit from all directions, breaking it up with circles one way and then the other beneath her hood for the most direct stimulation. She gasped desperately as you took her to the edge, not making her wait or teasing her however as you pressed ahead and drove her over the edge with the continued onslaught of your intimate ministrations. Jennie gasped helplessly for a few seconds as she ground her pelvis against your chin, fingers digging into the bed as the climax rushed up on her until she could hold it back no longer with a tremendous shake.
Her eyes squeezed shut and she threw her head back into the bedding, long hair tumbling over her face as her body primally quaked as the powerful orgasm hit her. It was harder than any climax sheâd had in months, certainly more than her vibrator had given her whilst out on the road and she just gave in completely to its power. She let out a long, wailing, trembling moan of unadulterated pleasure as her toes curled and legs bucked in your grasp, feeling you lean on her hips to hold her down as your tongue continued to thrash at her to make it last as long as possible. Her hips gave strained motions to try and push up into you as she enjoyed every last second of the wave of ecstasy youâd brought her, ignoring the near-cramps in her legs as her muscles screamed while she creamed.
And suddenly it was over, like falling off a cliff and back to reality as she was suddenly finished, squeezing her thighs together and fumbling down towards to push her fingers into your hair and stop you as she gasped deeply for breath. She sucked in the oxygen as her eyes opened to the bright room, vision wavering a little in the wake of it all before she closed her eyes again and sagged back into the bed, exhausted ecstasy taking over as you pulled yourself back from between her clenching thighs. Her legs sagged open easily as you pulled yourself away, the idol basking naked before you totally sated and relaxed.
You just sat back with a smile, rocking onto your heels as she breathed deeply on the bed, completely wiped out for a moment in the aftermath of another powerful orgasm. Holding her hair back, she enjoyed the silence and peace after coming hard again which only made her realize how much sheâd needed this and that her toys simply werenât enough for a prolonged period. Her basking was interrupted as your fingers suddenly slipped into her, making her inhale in surprise as two of your digits teased momentarily at her slick opening and then pushed inside. Her body just welcomed it and she easily spread around the penetration to allow your fingers to slide inside, her pussy so juicy and ready she would have struggled to stop it even if sheâd wanted to.
She shuddered and groaned in sensitive pleasure, still touchy from her peak but ready for more as you delved inside her, stroking her velvet walls and thrusting them slowly in and out of her. You could feel just how hot and ready she was, perfect for you to slide your cock inside which you were going to do now that you were rock hard again and ready to give it to her. You curled your fingers back and pulled back towards her entrance to press up for her G-spot, seeking out that little rough patch on the front wall of her vagina and finding it expertly as she gasped, groaning and grinding her pelvis into your hand slowly to help you stimulate her as your fingertips worked neatly.
Just as she was getting into it, thinking you was going to work her to another climax with your fingers, you stood up and leaned over her, slipping out of her and grabbing her slender legs to lift them from where they still dangled over the bed. You pulled them up and threw them over your shoulders, pressing yourself against the back of her thighs as you reached down to line yourself up and in an instant thrust inside her. Jennie gasped in surprise as you immediately buried yourself inside her, her body offering no resistance or hesitation, just letting you bury every inch of cock into her tight body in a single stroke.
âFuck,â she muttered with a shuddering breath, trying to take it in as her eyes squeezed shut, the shiver spreading through her body as it all overtook her. You shook in similar pleasure, the feel of her slick, tight pussy just too much as you delved inside her, feeling her gorgeous body rubbing over every sensitive millimeter of your manhood.
âFuck thatâs nice,â you mumbled, closing your eyes and just relishing the sensations as you pulled back and started thrusting into her, taking your time to be slow but powerful. Effortlessly drove yourself into her, your hips pressing to hers as she took you balls deep and grunted with every pump, feeling you shove into her completely and nudge her cervix as you bottomed out. She just flopped back on the bed and enjoyed letting you fuck her, loving your thick cock inside her, how it stretched her out and pulsed inside her velvet tunnel. Jennie could tell you were absolutely loving it, loving getting your hands on her, loving taking your bitchy boss down, loving getting your rocks off and turning the tables on her for the night.
And she did too. She hated that you had so much control over her but she couldnât resist, knowing you had her since you could mention it to the right people and her fiancĂ© might find out and you obviously had long since given up caring if she got you fired for this. She wasnât going to, she had too much to lose and frankly was enjoying herself; she figured if she kept up her end of this deal then you wouldnât say shit to anyone. Except her.
âFucking love this donât you?â you asked, making her point immediately.
âUh huh,â she groaned with a smile, bracing herself on the bed underneath as your pace picked up and you started to thump harder against her ass as you drove yourself into her. You relished the feel of her, the slippery sensations, pulsing and flexing your cock inside her as you worked your hips to give her every last bit of it. She was certainly enjoying it as she rolled her hips on you, doing her best given the way you were holding her legs and restraining her movements, the idol just using her significant muscle tone to resist and shove against you to rock her body.
You smiled down at her, loving her toned and lithe body as she held herself tight and worked her pelvis, tight abs looking delectable as she did, tilting her hips down with every ever-accelerating thrust into her. Your pace picked up but you were in full control, calm and cool, your cock hard and up to the task as you fucked the gorgeous Idol. Didnât let the fact that this was something that would likely never have happened, not letting the moment overwhelm or overexcite as you pumped into her, confident in your endurance as she gasped and groaned in sheer pleasure beneath, just giving up to the enjoyment of it all and letting herself feel every thrust and motion of it.
You pushed your hands up under her knees then pressed them back onto her, rolling her hips back and pinning her legs down over her as you used her impressive, gym-honed flexibility to bend her into the position you wanted. Jennie was pinned down as your helpless fuckdoll now as you leaned right over her and started to fuck harder, pumping much faster and shorter into her as you suddenly picked up the pace to thump your thick cock into her hungry pussy with greater intensity. You surprised her by leaning down between her legs and kissing her, drawing her into a hot, hurried lip lock, tongues battling noisily as you never let up with your pumping, never disturbed or disrupted, hand still pinning her legs back under her knees as you both made out hungrily.
You pulled away from her and stood back up, thrusting into her harder and more intently, making her grunt at a twinge from her cervix as you plunged especially deep before she was lost to the pleasure of your thrusting into her hard and fast. Using the entire length of your cock, slammed back and forth rapidly, stimulating every nerve ending she had it felt like as her pussy just lit up around you, loving the feel of you fucking her hard now. The renewed angle meant you shoved up against her G-spot more effectively, the contours and ridges of your cock gliding and grinding over the sensitive patch to make her pussy clench.
You knew exactly what you were doing, knowing exactly how to fuck to give the maximum pleasure to women and Jennie Kim was no different. She was proving it as she gasped faster underneath, loving how you pinned her down and slammed your cock into her, your pace much faster now as you ploughed her with your thick, rock hard cock. She felt the same characteristic tingle again of an impending orgasm; it made her angry at herself, at her body that she would love it so much as to come again so soon and validate how you was fucking her. Jennie didnât want to show you how much she enjoyed this, knowing it would only embolden you, but the bottom line was your cock and energy were just fantastic.
She grunted again and shuddered, body tightening up in pre-orgasmic tension, knowing youâd see it and just fuck harder. Absolutely correct, her body rocked harder as you shoved into her and pushed her down into the bed, pinning her legs back to her shoulders now as you leaned down on her heavily and thumped your hips into her to bury your cock over and over again into her hot, sweet pussy.
âGonna come, Jennie?â you asked teasingly, smiling with smug satisfaction. She just turned her head away onto the bed as she blushed, feeling the heat in her cheeks to match the rush of sensations building from her G-spot as you fucked her. And you were fucking her, not making love to her or anything tender like that, pinning her on her back on the bed and slamming your thick cock into her like she needed. It only took another minute or so of that treatment, the shape and ridges of your thick head rubbing relentlessly over her most intimate spot to bring her to climax, making her tremble then shudder on the bed underneath.
You gave a contently laugh as you saw her quake in pleasure, whole body shaking as her eyes clenched shut and her fingernails dug into the bedding again as another orgasm hit her. It wasnât as intense as it had been previously but it was still good, being fucked to climax was always something she enjoyed so it was all she wanted in that moment and you didnât disappoint. As she came you fucked harder and faster, pounding her intensely for a few seconds as she wailed her pleasure to the motel room, clinging to the bed and pushing herself into you to take every possible inch of your cock as her body bucked and shook, abs clenching, jumping and shaking underneath your relentless thrusts as she gave in to another orgasm.
Unlike when youâd fucked her in the car in cramped doggy style, the squeezing and gripping of her pussy didnât set your own climax off. You had more stamina than that, especially now after getting into it and simply fucked her through her orgasm then slowed as she couldnât stand it any further, giving a final few thrusts and then stepping back to slowly, and teasingly slip your cock out of her until it jumped in front of her. Not that she could see it, her head still back into the bedding with her eyes closed as she took deep breaths in the wake of another hit of ecstasy.
That was until slapped her across the chest, your hand connecting with her perky breast to make it bounce and jiggle. Jennieâs eyes popped open as she gasped sharply as the sharp, completely unexpected pain shot through her, the sting spreading through her skin as it pimpled up and her nipple twisted up harder again. Her dark brown eyes fixed on you intently as she cried out harder in shock when you hit her from the other side, slapping her other breast to make it jiggle in turn as you struck her. She wanted to protest, to complain and tell you not to, how dare you treat her like that....but she didnât. She couldnât. It stung, the blows of your hands swatting at her gorgeous body as you were emboldened by her silence and started hitting her again.
The sting turned to pleasure and she shivered as her skin pricked across her body, hairs standing on end as she gave a deep, shuddering gasp, her eyes squeezing shut again as she embraced the different sensations of your hands slapping down onto her. Knowing she was enjoying it only made you smile and urged you to keep on, hitting her a bit harder, faster and more intently, your fingertips biting into her skin a little as you added a hint of pink to her skin. She shook on the bed as her nails dug into the sheets again as she let the intensity of it all wash over her, just breathing hard, hungrily in pleasure and pain, almost tempted to tell you to stop...but more tempted to beg you for more.
Men never treated her like this, your hands moving over her body as you expanded to slap down her sides and over her toned tummy. She tensed up from the bed as you did, reacting to the pain pulsing her mid-section as she twisted underneath you in ambivalent sensations that rushed through her. Your pace and speed picked up in a rush that made her not know where to turn, metaphorically speaking, until she let out a ragged cry of pain and shock as you reached up and slapped her across the face. She took a momentary shocked look at you then clenched her eyes shut again as you slapped her again, your energy lessened, being a bit more careful as you made her flinch.
âJust donât leave any marks on me,â she gasped hurriedly as you paused for a moment. She didnât take the chance to tell you to stop, to beg for mercy or complain it hurt. No, all she did was ask that you didnât leave anything on her that sheâd have to explain to the make-up girl the following day and essentially give you the green light to continue mistreating her. Jennie was rewarded with a harder slap to her face, wincing as another then another rained down on her then another, your hands picking up a rhythm to deliver a series of fast, increasingly harder slaps to her pretty face as she gasped and endured it.
When you stopped her cheeks were a healthy pink and her eyes were watering again, her ruined make-up running just a bit more over your handiwork as you leaned back up from her to leave her gasping and at your mercy beneath you. Her pussy was so wet that you could easily slide back inside her, something you took advantage of to make her inhale sharply as she felt your thick cock slip into her velvet folds once more. You drove full depth for a moment, giving her a few thrusts and then pulling back out again as she opened her eyes and leaned up, looking down to see you pull out of her as her chest heaved. She was caught off guard as you suddenly reached up and delivered a hard, final slap across her face, making her yell out as the pain really bit into her, tingle of pleasure gone as you caught her flush.
âIâm gonna fuck you in the ass now,â you said casually, standing up away from her and giving a slight stretch.
âWhat?â Jennie blurted out, unsure sheâd heard you properly as the sting faded from her face, pushing her elbows into the mattress to lean up.
âYour ass, Iâm gonna fuck it,â you reiterated, calm and clear so she was in no doubt. She wasnât, and that was a problem; she didnât like anal sex, she never had after trying it and finding it painful and uncomfortable, not to mention she hated giving up that much control in doing it.
âI donât like anal sex,â she said quickly, âit hurts and just....I donât,â she finished a little lamely.
âWell thatâs too bad,â you replied with a slight shrug, her concerns dismissed as easily as that.
âCome on, do you have to?â She tried to convince you not to bother.
âHave to? No of course not,â you said, giving her a glimmer of hope, âBut I want to,â you finished, crushing it.
âAfter the shit you gave me earlier, I deserve to, Iâve always wanted to,â you smiled, reaching out to play your fingers over her toes, tickling her playfully. She had nothing else to say, simply looking into your eyes and giving a small nod to submit to it, knowing you called the shots and was certainly good at that, having her under the thumb as you urged her to slide back up the bed, following her on as her feet retreated. You were fired up, in control and dominating her, getting everything you wanted as her resistance simply seemed to crumble away. The idol looked up at you with wide eyes, waiting for your next move as you smiled and grabbed her hips.
You threw her over onto her front, surprising her with your strength as you took control and easily turned her slight, slender figure over where you wanted her, grabbing her ass with a hard squeeze, spreading it apart to reveal her tight asshole and making her juicy pussy lips pry open just a little.
âMm this is gonna be fun,â you murmured to yourself though she could hear it as your hands hooked under her pelvis to pull her back up on her knees into a perfect doggy style position for you to plunder her most secret, sensitive treasures. She didnât resist, resigning herself to it now and knowing that without a doubt you were gonna fuck her in the ass; sheâd never liked anal sex, having tried it and hated it, finding it painful and not in any way satisfying. The guys sheâd tested it out with just treated her like a fuck toy which probably didnât help and the second they felt her tight ass on their cock they lost all care for her wants or needs and had just gone straight at it way too hard and fast for her to handle, resulting in tears and complaints...and refusal to ever do it again. On top of that she hated giving up so much control, submitting completely for it and feeling so dominated, that was something she really didnât like.
But here she was, about to get fucked in the ass again as you yanked her back into place and shoved down on her back to make her arch into the perfect, most vulnerable position. She was yours now and just took a deep breath, settling her knees into the bedding as you pulled up behind her, your cock sticking up rock hard as you relished the chance, spitting thickly into your hand and reaching down to rub it over her asshole as she twitched at the somewhat unexpected touch. You slicked what was left over the tip of your rock hard cock and then grabbed the base, thick dick surging in your hand as your other grabbed her hip to pull her back in place, pressing yourself to her. It was the moment of truth for Jennie, about to get fucked in the ass again for the first time in years.
You wasted no time on her, in charge and holding her still as you pushed against her tightest hole; it was a unique sensation and one she had no idea how to prepare for, having never really had any interest in doing so. Jennie tried her best as you pushed forward, willing herself to resist even as her body subconsciously tightened up to resist you, her asshole is tight and strong as you guided your cock and shoved forward to try and penetrate her. You slipped over her a few times, applying more energy and weight to her as your cock took advantage of a brief lapse in her resistance and spread her asshole to drive in.
Jennie let out a cry and yanked forwards, pulling out of your grasp before you even got inside her, the stretch of her sphincter sending a sharp bolt of pain through her and making her instinctively get away from it, rocking forward on her knees so your cock slipped back out. You gave her a moment then pulled her back up into position, hand hooked under her pelvis to try and keep a more commanding hold of her.
âYou need to relax,â you said, your only guidance throughout this. If it hurt it was her problem and you really could only do so much but didnât want her to dislike it, after all it was only a positive if she enjoyed it. You just wanted to experience her tight asshole stretched around your cock and plunder her ass on this, your one opportunity to have at Jennie Kim. She settled herself again as you took aim and pushed at her once more, your tip working into the muscular ring of her asshole and pressing against her resistance again, ready to squeeze yourself inside. Your hand pulled hard into her hips as you shoved forwards, leaning over her this time as you forced your cock down into her asshole, catching her a little by surprise somehow and getting the jump on her muscles to pop your cock inside her. Your bulbous head popped inside her, breaking through her tightest resistance to jerk blissfully inside her, loving how it felt around your cock head, tingling your nerves perfectly as she clenched on you.
That was the peak of it however as she yanked forward again, her strength surprising as she pulled out of your grip once more and off your cock, making it spring out of her once more as she dipped towards the bed and clenched with a near howl of pain at her ring being forced open so abruptly again. You surged over her, energy wasted as you gave a growl of frustration, Jennie burying her face in the bedding as she winced at the sharp, intense pain hitting her.
âFucks sake,â you snapped, leaning up then reaching out and laying a hard smack straight on her ass, making her clench and scream in pain, your fingers flexing to deliver every bit of power into small, intent points of pressure. It was frustrations boiling over a little, knowing she could do this if she let herself.
âBehave, Jennie, you can do this,â you said authoritatively, angry but in charge, cooling yourself as you dominated her, just knowing that sheâd respond even if she didnât love it. Your hands grabbed her again and yanked her back, harder and more focused than before, making clear that you wouldnât stand for her playing up any more. You meant it too, holding her so hard it almost hurt as your fingers dug into her tanned skin where you supported her, in total control of her as you positioned yourself again. You didnât lube her any more, figuring she didnât deserve it now as you guided your throbbing cock into position and leaned over her once more, intent on getting on with it now.
âNow hold still, just take it in,â you commanded but in a softer tone, holding her still and pressing your bulging head against her asshole, still rock hard despite the delays. You would not be denied the tight pleasure of her booty and with that eased forward slowly but powerfully to split her open, pressure building against her tight ring of muscle until you suddenly slipped in and she grunted as you were greeted by the hot, wet sensation of her pussy around you where youâd slid down into her. You pulled back, aiming yourself again and stabilising yourself more, hand right near your tip as you guided yourself to press hard at her ass, inexorably building until you felt her yielding and in a slow motion moment felt her stretch tightly around you, forced open reluctantly by your throbbing head as you broke her strength and entered her slowly.
You growled in pleasure, shivering at the ultra tight sensations of her wrapped around you as Jennie gave a muffled protest, body tensing in pain as it twinged through her intently and made her heart race. Tears pricked her eyes as the pain shuddered through her, lasting and not immediately subsiding as she felt pulse your cock, the hardest youâd ever been it seemed as you relished the moment. Your hand was still at her hip, holding her tightly in place so she couldnât escape as you made no offer of pulling back or giving her a break, instead letting her grab a single breath before pushing your weight down onto her and squeezing the rest of your cock into her ass in a long, continuous push until be buried yourself balls deep inside her while her restrained complaint became a cry of pain.
You relished the moment of getting to press your hips against her ass, feeling the pained spasm of her sphincter around your shaft as she struggled to deal with, her breaths hard and fast as she fought the pain. Ignoring it, you held her hips tightly lest she escaped and pulled back to start thrusting into her, drawing your cock back full length and then shoving it roughly inside her again, wasting no time with slow, steady thrusts to get her going and instead just going for it, pursuing your pleasure. You knew she didnât like it, she couldnât relax and just give it a go, but couldnât help the fact you did, shoving deeply into her again as she grunted in pain and flinched again.
âFuck, gimme a break,â she whined, eyes squeezed shut as a tear slid down her cheek, wishing she could relax but her body was just so tight that in that moment she had to endure as you held her like you owned her and pumped your hips against her ass to bury your full length inside her again and again. Every pull back let your thick head just bulge her asshole a little, making her body instinctively clench again, sending the pain back through her once more and just giving every bit of pleasure you wanted at her tightest hole. She felt fantastic and the fact she was hating it, as sheâd said she would, somehow made it hotter in a way and only spurred you on to fuck her harder, faster, more intently, more ferociously.
She could only complain more as you did just that, picking up the pace, slamming her harder so she rocked on the bed and had to brace herself into the covers. Jennie couldnât believe sheâd got into this situation frankly, down on her knees in a crappy motel, head buried in the sheets as a guy shoved his cock up her ass much to her dismay. It wasnât even like you were a producer or director, somebody that she might be sleeping with to advance her career or get ahead, it was just her driver, the guy that literally just drove her to set every day and then back to her own room at this piss poor place to stay. Instead she was in your room, with your cock up her ass.
And her pussy was dripping; she was the wettest sheâd been in years and frankly was afraid it would drip on the bed, her body so turned on despite her pain that if you wanted, she was sure you could easily bury four fingers inside her. It made her both hugely turned on and utterly humiliated, that something she hated so much just made her pussy so wet, so ready, her clit rock hard in arousal at your vicious penetration of her asshole. Your balls compressed against her pussy with every thrust, her juices coating your cock to give her away and exactly how much her body was enjoying this, this domination, this utter ownership she was giving in as you fucked her in the ass for the first time in years.
She would be angry and deep down she was -- at herself. Jennie knew she had instigated this even if sheâd never expected it to go so far; she had given you the invitation, goading and taunting you into fucking her, quite literally inviting only for you to take it and give her one of the roughest, hardest fucks sheâd ever had and that she hadnât realised sheâd needed. From there out youâd taken control and that was how sheâd found herself here, her protests falling hopelessly on deaf ears as youâd taken her to task and got her into this position. And worse still she loved it, absolutely relishing the way you were just fucking her as your plaything, having complete control of her as you could cause a lot of problems if she didnât play along. That was merely a sideshow now as frankly she didnât want you to stop, even if she hated admitting that.
Sheâd given herself to you on a silver platter and you were loving every bite, getting a most primal go at your boss and you werenât wasting a moment of it. Your fingers dug into her supple flesh, flexing your cock as your heart pumped hard, slamming your hips forward again and again to drive your manhood inside the prone idol. It shoved a deep, guttural cry of pain from her every time you slammed against her, her ass jiggling perfectly as you gave her every inch of yourself, stretching her out a little bit more than she could handle every time to make her twinge in pain. You just murmured with pleasure, smiling down as sweat prickled all over her, her head buried in the bedding.
You loved how taut her muscles were, fingers dug into the cloth as she braced herself, forehead pressed hard into it as she tried to absorb it. The strangely pleasurable sensations of anal sex were getting through to her now, something sheâd rarely experienced in the past before sheâd pulled the plug, but they were still accompanied by pain that electrified her body with every, faster, hungrier, more intense thrust into her. She was managing to relax herself somewhat however and that only made things better, giving a mumble of near pleasure that made you hard as rock, feeling your cock strain inside her as you heard it. Jennie immediately blushed, not that you could see it, chastising herself for enjoying it at all but worse letting you see that she was. She was adamant she hated this and to let herself tremble with pleasure from it, even for a moment, would only encourage you to fuck her harder.
You hardly needed encouragement though as your own pleasure drove to do just that, loving how you could just rock her hips back as you worked your own to plunge the full depth of yourself into her, thick cock just plunging into her overwhelmed, defeated asshole. Rocking her in unison with your rhythm helped up the pace whilst keeping your length in full use, the best of both worlds as to let your head strain her hole still, making it bulge before you buried yourself again. You tried that a little too vigorously on one stroke however and popped out of her, sliding up over her ass as she gave a gasp to match your own, the sensation unexpected. Jennie felt empty, out of sync and then utterly degraded as you took a moment to grab her ass and spread it wide, making her exhausted, loosened asshole gape wide open.
âFuck, look at that,â you breathed, in both wonder and arousal, loving how sheâd gone from an uptight, resisting attitude to now having her hole gaped completely. Jennie felt the blood rush to her face, angry and embarrassed as you held her open, giving a token squeeze to try and clench her asshole shut but even she felt the futility of it, her tired muscles barely managing it before it sagged wide again. You just laughed smuttily to yourself, loving having her like this as you grabbed your cock and aimed it again, pushing inside her with barely any resistance from her as she stretched out and let you plunge deeply into her ass again. On the plus side, it barely hurt now, ass warmed up and taking it even if sheâd never wanted that.
You held her hips firmly and fucked hard, knowing she wouldnât try and escape now, her will and resistance broken as you pumped your cock in and out of her ass as she hated herself for feeling a bit of enjoyment. Having made a fuss about it, she couldnât now admit she was liking it or ask you not to stop, that would just be shame she couldnât stand. Besides, she was pretty sure you knew with how wet her pussy was. You were well aware and it only spurred to keep fucking her hard and fast, rocking her body perfectly in rhythm with yours as if you two been screwing for years, cock plunging deep inside her, feeling her heat and the delectable sensations around every nerve ending on your cock. It was hot, but you wanted to see her work for it and with that you leaned back and pulled her as she gave a mumble of confusion.
âCome on, youâre gonna ride this cock,â you said, leaning back and pulling her on top of your hips, sliding deep inside her as she sat back on you a little awkwardly while you kicked your legs out under her to stretch on the bed. She mumbled and shifted around with difficulty, fumbling to get her feet out from under her and position her knees properly so she could ride as she was ordered to While your hands pinned her ass down on you so she couldnât escape. Jennie shoved her hands down on top of your knees and steadied herself then with an unsure, testing movement rocked her hips and lifted up a little to slide your cock in and out of her ass, pressing her firm booty back down as you smiled in pleasure.
âYeah thatâs it,â you murmured, watching her lovely figure as she got started, holding her hips more commandingly than physically, hands just letting her know you are in control more than anything else. Feeling it out, Jennie rocked up and down carefully, just taking in the different penetration of your cock in her ass, the angle and aim changed, stimulations different as she rocked on you. Getting more confident of where you were and realizing she could still feel your bulging head as it tugged at her asshole, she started riding a bit harder and longer, working her sphincter up and down your cock as it clung tightly. You were pleased as she got into it more, breathing intently, focused on her task as she pushed up onto her knees and rested her hands on her own thighs to change the angle and let her push down into you much more effectively.
âYeah thatâs good,â you groaned, loving the suddenly more intent, stimulating push down of her onto your cock, her ass squeezing around you as she drove down and got full depth. She didnât complain at the pain or anything now, having subsided and despite the general lack of lube she was finding it pretty easy to work herself up and down, her muscles having long since given up the fight, stretched and exhausted. It was then that she looked up into the room more, taking in things as she rode you and realized she could see herself pretty clearly in the mirror of the bathroom where youâd left the light on. She could see her slender, sweat-pricked body as she rocked up and down, her face streaked with dark tears from her eye make-up, firm breasts with hard nipples topping them above her toned abs as she worked on your cock.
Jennie hated seeing it, seeing herself working to pleasure and to please you, thighs tight as she pumped her ass up and down on your cock, to let you enjoy anal sex with her. She couldnât tear her gaze away instantly and just watched herself riding it, shoving herself down harder, faster, more intently as if to punish herself as she stared into her own eyes; she hated doing this even if it didnât hurt now, hated it even more that she was kind of enjoying it now and wasnât only doing it for you now, she knew she was doing it for her and that stung her even worse. Her face flushed as her cheeks burned with her embarrassment and anger at herself, spurring her however to thrust down hard and faster into you as she felt your fingers at her hips and heard a grunt of pleasure.
âMm fuck, just like that,â you growled, loving her energy as she worked at you, finally averting her eyes from her gaze and looking down at the bed, at her fingers as they strained on her thighs to brace herself and allow her to work harder at your cock. Regardless of the fact she hated what she was doing and how sheâd got herself into this position, she couldnât deny it felt good; her nipples were tight and her clit was throbbing in need, pussy still dripping wet and just waiting for stimulation. She couldnât resist and pulled her hand up to her crotch, letting her fingertips play over her mound for a moment before she pushed it confidently down over her lips and let her middle digit drive straight down over exactly where it needed to be.
Her shudder and groan was like heaven to you, watching Jennie Kim shake in pleasure at the mere touch of her clit as she rode your cock, taking in her slender back and gorgeous ass as her strong, toned thighs pushed her up and down to work you into her booty. You loved the sight of your cock disappearing into her ass, her tight ring hugging it before it disappeared from view as she sat down on you every time. Your hands merely followed and caressed her now as she got into it, her fingers getting moving as her rhythm picked up again, riding you just as hard as her digits started to circle her clit. Jennie grunted in pleasure, her asshole twitching and grabbing at you to slow her just a little bit as she just instinctively got into her, seeming to know exactly what she was doing and how to co-ordinate herself as her fingers started to dance.
You just laid back to enjoy as the idol got into it, seeing her glance up to herself in the mirror as she did; Jennie took herself in, knelt over hip and reciprocating her hips as she drove your thick cock into her ass, feeling your bulging head delving deep inside her as her fingers worked fairly furiously at her clit, unable to help herself and chasing the pleasure it brought. Her ass was squeezing and gripping at you like she hadnât before as she throbbed and mumbled in pleasure, her breathing harder, faster, more insistent as the pleasure flooded through her quickly. She hadnât realized how hot and horny she was, not directly at least, somewhat unsure, almost hoping that her dripping pussy didnât mean she was loving getting fucked in the ass as much as she feared she was. Touching her clit had answered that question in a single stroke and only spurred her to chase more of it, looking at herself in the mirror as she rubbed intently and thumped her body down into you.
âFuck thatâs it, donât stop,â you smiled, loving how the famous idol was just losing herself to it and giving you all her energy now. She just moaned a non-committal response as she practically ignored your thick, hard erection buried in her ass as she bounced up and down and rubbed furiously at her pussy. Her fingers wasted no time with anything but her clit, circling around it and strumming across it, working in the most direct way she knew, the way she got herself off when she didnât have time for sex with her fiancĂ© and just wanted release. Your hands pulled at her hips and laid token spanks on her ass as she went at it, just enthralled at her change to going for it and forgetting her protests as she rode hard and frigged herself for all she was worth.
Hard breaths and the sound of her booty driving against your cock was all that broke the silence of the motel room for a minute as she wound herself up, orgasm not taking long to achieve in the heat of it all. She stole a last glance at herself and scolded herself for being such a whore, getting fucked in the ass and rubbing her clit to it but soon looked away and focused on what she was doing. With a few more seconds of stimulation that seemed to stretch on way longer, she gave a shake, tensing up as she held back her climax as it rushed up on her, sharp and intense, much like the fuck she was taking and she gave several hard, short thrusts to bury your cock as deep in her ass as she could while her finger went mad on her delicate clit.
She wailed loudly as she hit her peak, suddenly erupting as she shook and collapsed as the strength in her legs failed, burying your cock deep as she shuddered violently, her hips bucking and shoving forwards, ass squeezing intently at your cock to make you throb as she quaked. Her fingers never stopped throughout, just cranking every last drop of her climax as her eyes squeezed shut and her breath caught in her throat, her orgasm just hitting her so much harder than she expected and making her grind down into the pleasure of it with everything she had. You just held her hips as she rocked on you, immensely turned on to see her come with your cock in her ass like this when sheâd protested over it initially.
âFuckâŠâ she mumbled, a small admission to how incredible itâd felt to reach her peak as it ended, her fingers stopping on her clit even as she wished she could continue, too delicate in the wake of it as she rocked her hips and squeezed her ass a little before trying to keep riding your cock. Her legs were weak, shaky, unable to commit strength as she tried to push up and only achieved weak, uncoordinated motions, struggling to catch her breath and get back to it like she knew you wanted. All you wanted was for her to stimulate your cock hard and fast like she had been; watching her ride then come furiously all over was one of the hottest things youâd ever seen and your cock still rock hard and ready to pump her to the finish now.
With a sharp push you lifted yourself off the bed and rolled her over, Jennie giving a cry of surprise as you surged beneath her and flipped her onto her front, pinning her down on the bed and burying your cock deeper than it had ever been. She flinched and blurted out an expression of pain as you pinned her down, taking complete control of her again, dominating her tired form as you shoved your hands down on her shoulders to shove her into the bedding. Wasting no time, you started to pump your hips and slam down into her with intent and purpose, your cock throbbing hard in pre-orgasmic bliss thanks to her erotic ride moments before.
You held her down, ignoring her muffled complaints as you slammed into her ass harder than sheâd ever experienced and took every bit of pleasure her clenching, overwhelmed asshole had to offer as your cock slid in and out of her in a blur. Strokes were short and sharp, pounding down into her with just a couple of inches of your manhood as you chased your pleasure now, wanting to completely overwhelm and exhaust her in the process. You had no problem doing just that as the gasping idol couldnât keep up, slumped on the bed underneath with her fingers dug into the bed at her sides as you fucked her now, just being your submissive fuckdoll in your final seconds of smashing your cock into her gorgeous body.
Jennie just whined in pain and pleasure as you hammered down into her, your cock rock hard, the stiffest sheâd felt it as you pounded her hard and slapped your hips into her ass with an intensity sheâd not felt in years. No guy had fucked her so hard or with such abandon in so long that it was almost like a new experience again and she could only cling to the bed and groan, grunt and gasp her way to your completion. Your cock strained harder, flexing in a familiar way that told you the end was close as you thumped against her, spurring you to find a final gear that meant you slammed your cock into her clenching, tired ass as hard and fast as you could, somehow stepping up from your already intense pace that that was making her whine and pushed a strained, struggled noise from her.
You absolutely pounded on her, hips slapping into her ass as you tried to bury her into the mattress for a few seconds before she felt a characteristic pulse and knew it was over -- only to be shocked and thrown for a loop as you suddenly yanked out of her and jumped up with energy sheâd never had expected. Jennie gasped and whimpered desperately, hungrily for your cock in her ass, squeezing and clenching at nothing as you suddenly moved over her, completely lost as you withdrew and looking up to see where you were. It only gave you the perfect position to grab her head, fingers twisting into her hair to yank her purposefully to you and straight onto your cock, forcing it deep into her throat before she could react, only time left to choke and gag.
It was the first time she had ever done ass to mouth and she heaved, gagging deeply in shock and thought of it, tasting herself as you shoved your thick cock as deep into her throat as you could manage. With her overwhelmed by it all she couldnât get a handle on it and it left her vulnerable to your thrusts which you took advantage of with abandon, holding her head tightly and thrusting your cock hard into her throat, loving how she struggled and gagged. The tightening around your cock was simply heaven, a cherry on top after plundering her tight asshole, not that it was as tight after your efforts and now you just wanted your finish. Pumping hard into her mouth as she gagged, choked and coughed, body heaving as she grimaced at her first ass-to-mouth, absolutely hating that youâd made her do it while your cock throbbed on her tongue.
Jennie had no chance to complain however as you gave her no opportunity, giving a final shove deep into her throat so her nose pressed into you and then yanking back out of her sharply. She coughed on the withdraw and was just drawing her breath as you jerked your cock ferociously, on the brink and taking just a couple of seconds to stimulate your cock on the brink as you aimed it at her face. You yanked her head into place and held her with her hair as she gave a yelp of pain, barely registering what you were doing in time to squeeze her eyes shut for your first hot, thick spurt to hit her across the nose. You let out a huge groan of pleasure, of release and ecstasy as you jerked your hard cock to explode repeatedly over her pretty face, Jennie wincing and growling in distaste as your viscous eruptions burst over her to hit her forehead, cheeks, eyes and lips as you emptied your balls powerfully onto her.
âFuuuckâ you breathed, heart pounding and your legs shaking as you worked the last of your load out and wiped it over her puffy, bee stung lips to her displeasure, giving a final clench and then sagging back on your knees, releasing her so her head dropped. She caught herself before she hit the bed and made a mess, pulling her head up and opening one eye, all she could manage, as you turned and sat back onto the bed. You breathed hard and let the relief and pleasure hit, tingling through you as the gorgeous idol pushed up to sit on the side of the bed as she grabbed for some tissues on the side table. Jennie fumbled with a handful and shoved them to her face, soaking up your load as it started to run down her face and mix with her ruined make-up, wiping it out of her eye then off her lips.
âFuck that was good,â you murmured, sagging back onto the bed.
âHope you got what you wanted,â she mumbled, not wanting to acknowledge quite how much sheâd enjoyed it.
âNot entirely,â you replied, making her to look at you indignantly.
âNot entirely?â she questioned, angry in that moment and figuring surely youâd had your fill of her.
âNo, weâll fuck again in the morning. Go get cleaned up, we need some sleep,â you said with a cheeky wink, slumping back onto the bed as she glared at you, unnoticed, before standing up and stalking awkwardly to the bathroom to wash her face. A splash with cold water made her feel fresher, relieving her sweaty, come-splattered face though her ass ached like sheâd never felt before, figuring it was how it felt to get properly fucked in the ass. By the time she walked back into the bedroom you were already under the sheets and dozing off, leaving Jennie little choice but to slide in next to you. She was rewarded with a cuddle, being drawn under your arm as she got in before falling asleep far easier than she expected.
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The night flew by in relaxed, sated sleep for both of you, Jennie awakening and wondering initially where she was, not recognizing the room entirely. It was similarly decorated but not the same as her own room and that just took her a second to remember exactly where she was and how sheâd got there. She was also reminded as she moved and immediately felt a twinge from her ass, sphincter giving her a wakeup call to bring back all the memories from exactly what sheâd done the night before, her pussy aching as well from how hard youâd pounded her. It was a while since sheâd woken up like this, feeling the after effects of an intense fucking the night before and it was a sensation she missed, wishing she could feel it more often as you stirred beside her and woke up, rolling over to her.
âGood morning, Jennie,â you said with a smile.
âMorning,â she replied a little unsure of herself in that moment, âand thatâs boss to you,â she added, wanting to take control again.
âNot yet it isnât,â you answered, immediately quashing her intention to take charge somewhat as you rolled to her and slid your hand over her hip, up her tummy to squeeze her breast as she gasped. You were exactly the same with her as youâd been the night before, interested in only one thing from her and she responded, shivering a little as she secretly had to admit to herself that she loved how you treated her. You werenât wasting any time and only wanted to fuck her, which was flattering in its own way even if she shouldnât have liked it.
âAlready hard,â she murmured with a smile as she felt you push your erection against her, nestling it in her ass as your hand squeezed her chest, your teeth biting down into her shoulder as she shivered and gave in to how turned on her was making her, pussy already wet and waiting for you.
âOf course, got to enjoy every minute of this,â you replied quietly, hand pushing over her toned tummy to tease at her near-smooth labia.
âBefore I become your boss again,â she breathed, somehow wanting to remind you of the fact that she was in charge of you usually and that this was a one-off opportunity youâd cultivated for yourself.
âYouâll be the boss again when I let you,â you growled playfully, making her gasp as your hand connected with her ass for a firm, meaningful slap that tingled her and only turned her on more.
âSo boss me around,â she breathed, quietly, almost not letting the whisper escape her mouth, not wanting to let you hear it. She knew you had though as you swiftly reached up and grabbed her throat, giving a squeeze that made her breath catch momentarily before you released her, Jennie shuddering hard as a tingle raced through her body, your hands at her hips now as you threw the covers off and rolled her back over towards you. You grabbed her wrist and directed her hand onto your thick, throbbing cock which she immediately gripped and started stroking, being your obedient little fucktoy without hesitation as grabbed her tits again hard to make her wince before you lay back.
âRide,â you commanded, already urging her as she started to move. The idol pushed up from the bed to immediately obey, getting her knees under her and throwing her leg over to mount you and get in position, pressing her delightfully hot pussy down into your throbbing cock. You let her do her thing as she reached down for your cock and held it up as she rocked her pelvis forward in readiness. Jennie slowly let herself down and teased the tip of your cock over herself, spreading her abundant juices around it before she let herself sink down steadily to ease her inside and let your size spread and stretch her aching pussy.
You bulged out her velvet walls as she sank down, giving a groan as she descended and felt the blissful sensation of your cock inside her once more -- she couldnât deny she liked it. Jennie let herself push down to take your cock all the way in with a single stroke, pushing herself the last couple of inches to make her vagina open up fully, wanting to feel every bit of it, flexing hard inside her as you felt her love tunnel envelope before clamping down, loving the feel of how her pussy gripped your cock. Her murmurs of pleasure only turned you on more and you watched as she started to ride, slowly lifting up then sinking down again, taking it fully as she pulled right up until it almost popped out of her before driving into you to grind her clit against you, eyes closing in pleasure as she got into her steady rhythm.
âFaster, come on, ride it,â you commanded, slapping the side of her ass to spur her on, breaking her concentration for a moment and making her motions stutter before she composed herself and resumed harder and faster. She started pumping her hips down into you with an intensity and pace that you relished, stimulating your cock perfectly for a morning fuck as her gorgeous, snug pussy fit around you perfectly. Jennie leaned down onto your shoulders, her eyes shut with a look of concentration on her face as she worked her hips, her abs tightening and tensing as she rolled her hips and thrust down to take every inch of your cock inside her with quicker strokes. She was lost to the pleasure of it all as she rode it firmly, right up until her phone started ringing and shattered her focus. You both ignored it initially, then it rang again, causing Jennie to lean over and see who it was.
âItâs my producer,â she said, looking back down at you underneath her, her pace slowing for a moment as your hands held her hips.
âSo?â you replied.
âItâs probably important, he never usually calls me in the morning,â she said.
âSo answer it,â you replied with a smile.
âWhat? Like this?â she said, looking back down at you with wide eyes.
âSure, why not?â you teased, when it was obvious why not.
âIâve never answered the phone in the middle of sex before,â she said as it stopped ringing again, only to start ringing again almost immediately.
âSeems like he really wants you,â you said, working your hips to pump up to meet Jennie as she continued to fuck, riding you on autopilot.
âYou gonna stop so I can answer this?â she asked.
âNot on your life,â you said, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her down harder, making it clear she was going to fuck you till it was done right now.
â...Fuck,â she said, holding the phone up and knowing she was going to have to answer it.
âItâs a video call,â she said, only making you laugh somewhat as she swept her hair back and tried to make herself look vaguely presentable.
âDonât do anything, this is serious,â she chastised you, squeezing her pussy and riding in short strokes to minimize her movements as she took a deep breath and answered the phone.
âGood morning,â she said clearly, her practiced, PR friendly voice on point.
âGood morning, Jennie,â said her producer, unseen by you as Jennie rode you with her phone turned the other way, doing her best not to make her movements visible on the call.
âWhatâs going on?â she questioned, wanting to cut straight to the point and keep this quick.
âJust wanted a quick check in, I heard there were problems on set yesterday, not the smooth kind of process weâre looking for,â he said to her.
âYeah there were some disagreements,â she replied tersely, remembering how it had upset her...and led her to make the mistake that brought her onto her drivers cock.
âWell thatâs not great, Jen,â he said, giving her a look of somewhat disappointment, âwe really need to keep things going well, is there anything up?â he added.
âNo no, itâs just a blip,â she replied quickly, stifling a mumble of pleasure and shivering a little as she pushed up to slow her riding, needing to stop before she gave herself away. Sheâd never done this, not to anybody, and to do it in front of her producers was scary but exhilarating. She knew she had to remain composed and not give away what she was doing, not that there was anything wrong with it per se but she simply couldnât afford to let anybody else know she was stepping out on her fiancĂ©.
âAre you alright, Jen? You seem flushed,â her producer asked, seeing her skin tone on the camera even with the half light of the motel room she was in.
âYeah yeah Iâm fine,â she said. At that moment you grabbed hold of her hips and shoved yourself upward to make her quake, barely suppressing a grunt as the stab of pleasure passed through her before you began to pound. You arched your body up, You arched your body up, heels dug into the mattress as you energized yourself, and slammed your hips up into hers, almost hanging from her hips, leaving her nowhere to go. Jennie felt the tingle and buzz go through her as she was fucked hard and faster, losing her composure and shuddering, fumbling the phone and struggling to hold onto it.
âYou donât look like it, want me to send someone over to check you out?â he offered, meaning some sort of medic that they had on the team.
âNo no, itâs just a bad connection,â she said, carefully but jerkily getting her thumb over the camera to block it out as she tried to slowly let out a breath and not focus on the sensations of your cock slamming into her.
âThe cameraâs gone off, are you there?â he replied, giving her the perfect out as she quickly pretended the signal had dropped.
âHello? Are you still there?â she asked, waiting a few seconds as he tried to get her to answer, trying to add to it with a couple of hammed-up crackling sounds before she hit the button the hang up and threw her phone aside.
âFuck you,â she breathed with a small laugh as she sank back down into you, shoving her hands back into your shoulders as your pulled up around the small of her back, pulling her down deeply into you as she focused all her concentration on your cock, started fucking it hard again. Her body rocked perfectly to slide you in and out of her juicy snatch, squeezing and clenching as she did, loving the way your cock pulsed inside her as you worked to pump your hips up into her and make her take every possible inch. Her phone rang again but she ignored it, no intention of answering it again as she hoped it hadnât in any way been possible to tell what she was really doing. It was then that she looked at the clock and began, realizing how short we had on time and how if we didnât finish this quickly, weâd be late for the set.
âShit, weâve got to get going,â she exclaimed, looking from the clock back at you.
âWeâre not done yet,â you said. Not a protest, a simple statement that reminded her she wasnât going anywhere until we were done fucking.
âBut weâll be late. Do you want someone to find out about this, really?â she asked, making a good point that suggested blowing this would likely not work out well for both of you.
âNo, I donât,â you said.
âThen letâs go,â she replied.
âWeâre not done. How about a shower? Weâll finish up in there as we get ready,â you said, seeming so cool and calm, full of useful and straight forward plans in that moment. Jennie looked back to the clock, then at you.
âDeal, come on,â she said, hopping off you as you released her hips and heading straight for the bathroom. You followed and enjoyed watching her firm ass jiggle as she dashed ahead of you and turned the shower on. The hot water cascaded down and she slipped into it, sighing in pleasure as the spray hit her feminine curves before you followed her in, hands sliding round her and squeezing at her breasts, pushing down her sides as she shoved back into your erection, ready for it to be inside her again. She wanted to enjoy the fuck but time was against it and she cared more about getting busted.
âPut it in,â she whispered, leaning against the wall and shoving her ass back in the most deliberate invitation youâd ever seen. And it was irresistible.
âDonât have to ask me twice,â you smiled as you grabbed your cock and stepped in to her, easily sliding to her pussy between her spread legs, arched back pushing it out ready for you to effortlessly slip into. Just a light push and you inside her, both groaning again as her velvet tunnel glided over the thick contours of your rock hard cock, your hands going to her hips to take a tight grip as you buried yourself inside her and then started to thrust. You worked your cock in and out of her, resuming the pace weâd had on the bed as we both got into it, Jennie shifting a bit and sinking lower, pushing her feet as wide as the shower tray would let her as you widened your stance to give yourself maximum stability.
âCome on fuck me, fuck me!â she said, louder than she intended to as she invited you to get on with it. You ignored her somewhat taking charge and simply dug your fingers into her flesh as you started to thrust, immediately shoving her forwards, seeing her muscles tighten as she braced herself against the tiles and pushed back against yours as you slammed your hips forward. We both groaned, Jennie harder than you as you started to fuck her hard and fast, pounding her with one intent now and that was completion and pleasure.
Your fingers were white with the pressure as you held her slippery body, hot water crashing down over us as you fucked her with hard, fast strokes. Your motions were short and intense, body slapping noisily against her booty as she jiggled in front of you, the idol just bracing herself and shoving back into you as the stimulation of being fucked from behind got to us both. It was so much more intense, hitting more nerve endings and doing the business for both of us when weâd already comprehensively warmed up with her riding on the bed. Your cock shoved deeply into her pussy, across the front wall of her vagina and her G-spot in a perfect manner, sending those deep, soulful tingles through her that she knew was a one way ticket.
Your hand slid up into her long, dark hair and grabbed a handful, yanking back to make her gasp gutturally, feeling a rush go through her, a tingle then quakes of pre-orgasmic tension, just letting it all hit her as you got her to the finish. You werenât far off yourself, your cock tingling and throbbing with every stroke of it into her gorgeous body, holding yourself back and focusing on getting her to the orgasm that was obviously on the brink. You were relieved when, after a few more seconds of thrusting, she shuddered violently and gasped hard, accelerating breaths before letting out a wail of pleasure as she came.
The orgasm hit her fast and she almost slipped, her foot losing grip on the wet floor of the shower as she trembled in pleasure, ecstasy washing over her as she shook and tingled all over, goosepimples spreading across her gorgeous body despite the hot spray of the shower cascading down over her. The clamping down of her pussy around your cock and the mental box checked meant your own climax followed swiftly on with a buck of your cock as you swelled rock hard. Jennie was treated to a few hard thrusts to amplify her own climax before she moaned in satisfaction as you jumped and unloaded inside of her, growling your pleasure in her ear as you shoved her forwards against the tiles and buried yourself deeply to empty every drop of your cum inside her.
She loved that youâd come inside her again, especially right before she went to work as she knew itâd be a naughty secret to feel your creampie leak out of her during the day. You slid back out of her, and she stood up, turning into your arms and meeting you for a deep, somewhat intimate kiss that felt so much more than what had come before.
And then it was over. You stepped back and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel and getting ready, leaving her to do the same. Jennie watched you leave then took charge of herself, knowing this incident was over and gave herself a quick wash down in the shower before following you out.
The next half an hour or so was hurried preparation to leave, neither one of us speaking as she got ready, taking much longer than you as she quickly dried and dressed, trying to dry her hair out and touch up a bit of make-up before we had to get a move on, time running out as she knew we had to get to set. She was rather embarrassed now, feeling awkward like she might after a one night stand, but also felt the most sexually satisfaction she had in months. It was a double edged sword she supposed.
With her dignity and attitude completely gone, our relationship having done a complete 180 in the last 12 hours or so, she headed down to the car with you and slid into the passenger seat as she usually did to let you drive her to work. She was the boss again now, but she didnât feel like it. You made good time, stepping on it a bit to get her on set in time so nothing looked amiss apart from the slightly bedraggled way she turned up on set, not that it mattered as she went straight into make-up to get tidied up for the days shooting.
The day went smoothly on set as she kept her head down and quietly got on with it, working well with the director to contrast with the previous days conflict, being cheerful and productive in a way that got everything done on time with no snags. Out of her earshot, the director flippantly commented to that perhaps she got fucked properly the previous night; he had no idea how right he was. Jennie just felt calm and relaxed, though she blushed when she saw her driver odd times during the day, thinking back to everything that had happened between us. Youâd completely taken advantage of the situation sheâd inadvertently created and sheâd loved it, just relishing how youâd treated her as she turned it over and over in her mind.
And she wanted it again.
There was no denying it, she needed it, lusted for it and was absolutely sure you would happily deliver. With that she steeled her mind to get it and thought about what she would do for you when her day in front of the camera was over. The rest of the shots went easily, no problems at all when she was just on autopilot and let herself be ordered around, something of a hangover of the night before which sheâd relished. Due to the efficiency they managed, they were actually finished around an hour early, with the director wrapping for the day and telling them they could all go and have a break as the next shots relied on brighter weather and the encroaching darkness was no use to them. Jennie gave her goodbyes and then headed for the wardrobe trailer to make a change.
You were waiting by the car as Jennie approached you, her long coat hiding her body as she smiled at you...then got into the back seat. You were curious as she hadnât done that since our first week together, hopping in behind the wheel and starting the engine as you looked back at her in the mirror. She stared at you as she took her coat off to reveal a short, tight dress that hugged her curves and barely made it onto her thighs, tits pushed up so they almost spilled out of it. Throwing her coat aside she spread her legs and lifted them a little so you got a glance up her skirt, seeing the see through panties that completely showed her off, her near-bald pussy that was all yours. You took your time checking her out, knowing she was there for you to look at as you took her in, along with her naughty smile.
âYouâre checking me out again,â she murmured.
âYeah, I am,â you replied, pulling away and managing to drive smoothly even as you stared at her in the mirror.
âGood,â she smiled, flicking her tongue. You accelerated away down the road, heading back for our motel once again, less than a whole day since everything had happened between us.
âI want you to fuck me hard again tonight,â she said quietly, meaningfully, the weight of her words clear. She wanted a repeat performance and probably plenty more, knowing you wouldnât talk and as long as she was covert, she could have her cake and eat it.
âNo problem, boss,â you said with a smile and flick of your eyebrows, playing to the fact she technically was, but it was clear she was giving you control out of hours now.
âGood, so whenever thereâs a good place to pull over, you know,â she said, reclining back into the seat, relaxing as she told you clearly she wanted an exact rerun of the day before.
âAbsolutely,â you replied, smiling to yourself as you focused on the road and pressed the throttle, cock already hardening. After all, you werenât going to disappoint your boss.
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đ starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader
đź preview. Youâve never felt a feral need like this before, but itâs not necessarily the primal type of drive. Instead, itâs a feeling of wanting to be close to this man- who youâve been next to for so many years, but unable to touch. Except, heâs touching you now, and you want more.
tw/cw. unprotected sex, breast worship/massaging, big dick Johnny, fingering, pussy stretching prep, 'it's finger licking good,' praise, dirty talk, masturbation, multiple reader orgasms, cumming together, creampie, soft sex, longing, fluff, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) honey.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 10.8k
đ aus. aged up/widower dad!John, best friends to lovers, Chef!John, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. I'm so happy that people loved Line Chef Mark in my fic Real Talk, I received so many messages about giving Head Chef John his own love story, and this is what I came up with in the past four months :) it's a little different from what I normally do, but I wanted to continue with that 'slice of life' theme and venture into a plot line I've never tried before with widower/single dad John :)
Prologue
âIâm so sorry about this,â Johnnyâs voice distracts you from the breakfast youâre making, and you turn around from the bacon to look at your friend. âI really wish I didnât have to keep calling you and asking for favours like this-â
âJohnny,â you shut his rambling up with a pointed expression, âstop, itâs okay.â
âItâs not-â
âJohn,â you repeat, âseriously, weâre good. Given⊠the circumstances, I honestly donât mind.â
The circumstances⊠neither of you can bring yourselves to say it. You know that if you say it⊠if you say âI donât mind helping out since the death of your wifeâ Johnny will just about break down, and he doesnât have time to do that, not when heâs got to be at work for seven am, prepping the kitchen and getting ready for the day.
Even by calling this situation a âcircumstance,â you can see a half glazed expression overtake Johnnyâs face. Heâs frozen for a moment, and you take the time to study him.
You think itâs safe to say neither of you expected any of this to happen.Â
Youâd met him in culinary school- heâd been a young guy, a new dad whoâd had a daughter at nineteen, with dreams of opening his own sandwich food truck, âlike Subway, but gourmet,â heâd always explained.Â
Now, heâs a twenty four year old wreck, doing his best to climb the ladder in the food service industry, mourning the loss of his late wife, struggling to take care of his daughter, his dreams of a food truck long since forgotten in favour of chasing a head chef status to earn him enough of a salary to pay for everything in a one income household-
âSeriously,â your words snap the single dad back from his zone out, âweâre good. Iâm making breakfast for Soonbok, Iâve got her lunch packed, Iâll take her to kindergarten, pick her up after- you just have to remember I have a night shift, gotta be at my own restaurant by five at the latest.â
âFive, yeah,â Johnny nods, swallowing thickly and toying with his daughters small pink backpack. âOne day, Iâll be higher up on the food chain, and Iâll have better hours- I promise this isnât a forever thing.â
âItâs an âas long as it needs to happenâ thing, okay? Donât sweat it,â you assure him. âHere,â you take some of the crispy bacon out of the pan, putting it onto a scrambled egg bagel youâd prepared, âyou need breakfast too.â
Johnny just about melts looking at the food. âYouâre so good to me.â
You offer him a smile. âThatâs what friends are for.â
One
Johnny swears his age is catching up to him. Itâs not even four oclock and heâs feeling tired, letting out a groan as he says goodbye to the nightshift guys and heads to change out of his head chef attire in the staff bathroom. Heâd turned thirty this year, and as he looks at his face in the mirror, he thinks heâs starting to see it.
On his way out of the back door, Johnny bumps into one of his line cooks. Mark Lee is pressed to the wall where people usually lean to smoke, his girlfriend closing him in with her hands on either side of his head. Back when she was expo, everyone used to call her Sunshine, but in her dealings with Mark Lee, Johnnyâs come to realize that heâs the angel, not her.Â
âArenât you two on the clock?â Johnny jokes as he walks past.
Sunshine pulls away from Mark, offering the head chef a grin. âWeâre on a vape break.â
âSure you are,â Johnny laughs, shaking his head. âSee you two back in there, better only be five more minutes.â
âArenât you done for the day?â Mark asks, confusion written on his face, along with lipstick marks that heâs hurrying to wipe off.
âGrabbing happy hour with a friend, but be careful Mark Lee, Iâm always watching. Just because Iâm sitting at the bar doesnât mean Iâm not judging you.â
Johnny can hear Mark mutter something under his breath, and Sunshine is quick to try to calm him down, but as Johnny turns the corner to head to the front entrance of the restaurant, he hears the back door open and close, signaling the end of the little âvape break.â
When Johnny joins you at the bar, youâre chatting with Jeno, and the sight makes an unexplainable emotion tingle up his spine. Out of all the front of house staff here, Jeno might just be the biggest manwhore, and heâs had a thing for cougars for a while, although thereâs only a handful of years difference between the two of you-
âWhat are you guys talking about?â John asks, taking a seat on the dark green leather hightop stools surrounding the bar.
âWhich virgin drinks are the best,â you respond casually. âI was going to get an iced tea, but Jeno convinced me to try one of your new virgin lemon ginger fizzes.â
âThatâs called upselling, honey, you should know that, seeing as youâre in the industry,â Johnny grins.
âYeah, well, youâre the one who invited me here, so I figured youâd be paying.â You take a sip of your straw, looking at Johnny with a smirk, a playful glint in your eyes.Â
âAre we getting food?â Johnny asks. âI might as well take care of that for you too.â
âIâve got time,â you respond casually. âDonât work for an hour, lets get our ânoshâ on.â
Johnny can only laugh at your antics, turning to Jeno, whoâs watching with an amused grin. Everyone here knows you and Johnny are close, you come here often enough to see him, the two of you catching each other for a half an hour here or there between his day shifts and your night commitments.Â
Johnny orders three appetizers off the happy hour menu, two things he knows you like, and one thatâs more up his alley. âMake sure Yuta isnât back there slacking off,â Johnny warns Jeno, knowing that two of the items will be coming from the âbottom endâ of the expo line, which is where Yuta runs the show after Johnnyâs off.
âIâm sure heâll pull out all the stops for our MVP,â Jeno grins, typing the order into an ipad. âDo you want a beer? Weâve got new rotators.â
âDonât bother trying to upsell me,â Johnny scoffs. âHouse Lager, and donât fuck around with the foam.â
âYou run a tight ship here, captain,â you tease, bumping Johnnyâs elbow.
âSpeaking of-â
âDonât try to recruit me to work here again,â youâre quick to warn.
âDamn it,â Johnny shakes his head, pretending to be quite upset about your rejection. He does feel it- he does think youâd be a great member of the team, and heâd love to offer you a dual head chef position, but itâs not in his power to do so, and that fact haunts him every day. Working for a company limits what heâs able to do, and sometimes, even at age thirty, Johnny still thinks about his dream to open a food truck, with you by his side. âNo, in all seriousness, I wanted to talk to you about Soonieâs birthday.â
âRight, sheâs turning eleven soon, thatâs quite the milestone,â you grin, playing with your straw.
âI asked Doyoung if I could open early for her birthday, itâs a Sunday, I was thinking some of her friends and their parents could come in for a brunch an hour before weâre open for the public.â
âThatâs a great idea!â
âHereâs the catch, Soonie was raised on your breakfast food. As much as I try to make things for her, and I hate to admit this, by the way, she always says your cooking is better. So I was thinking⊠maybe youâd want to come in that day and help me out with all of this. With your skills, I wouldnât need Hyuck and Mark, it could be just us, and Iâm sure we could make a birthday breakfast Soonbok would never forget. It would be like old times, like back when we were in culinary school.â
He loves the way youâre smiling at him, giving him space to rant.Â
When heâs done, you cock your head to the side, only wasting one beat before you say, âIâll do it.â
âReally? I donât have to bribe you with money or anything?â
âJeeze, have I ever asked you for money, John?â You smack at his arm, clearly slightly offended. âIâm doing this for Soonie⊠and maybe a little for you too.â
âDonât go soft on me, killer,â Johnny teases. âEveryone around hereâs too soft these days.â
âSays the softest dad I know,â you roll your eyes.Â
âShh,â he warns, âdonât say that loud enough for Jeno to hear.â
âAs if everyone doesnât already know.â
The two of you continue to chat and joke, a short while later, the head manager, Doyoung, shows up carrying food. Itâs funny for Johnny to see Doyoung balancing two items on one arm, the third in the palm of his hand, but he supposes Doyoung started somewhere too, the same way John had.Â
âVIP happy hour appetizers,â Doyoung sighs, setting the food down.Â
âAs opposed to regular happy hour appetizers?â you grin, immediately reaching for a fry.
âThese are special,â Doyoung insists, âpretty sure Yuta spit in them.â
Doyoung is a pretty regal man, heâs not one to joke around- but for some reason, when Doyoung is in your vicinity, he loosens up a little. Everyone loosens up around you, you radiate a safe space kind of energy, the kind of energy that makes Johnnyâs tense shoulders relax, his smile softening.
âThen Iâll be sure to eat all of this,â you respond. âTell Yuta more spit.â
Doyoung shakes his head at you. âIâm sure Johnnyâs tried to poach you already, but if you ever want a job, you can have his.â
âHey!â Johnny laughs.
âIâll consider it,â you grin.
âAnd I expect a plate of food for this brunch thing,â Doyoung continues. âIâve heard nothing beats your breakfasts, even though you work nights.â
âSomeone has been talking about me again,â you muse, eyes shifting to John.
âWhat can I say?â He holds his hands up in defense. âI speak only the truth.â
âYour reputation precedes you,â Doyoung insists. âAnyways, have fun you two, Iâve got food to run, our new expo girl isnât filling Sunshineâs shoes too well.â
Thereâs a glint in Doyoungâs eye before he scurries away, and Johnny turns to watch the new expo girl practically short circuiting with take out orders on the line.Â
âPoor girl,â you sigh. âIt takes a certain kind of person to work in a restaurant.â
And an even more specific type to do what the two of you do as chefs.
Two
Youâve been on a few first dates this year, and this one is definitely a bottom three. Youâve had one drink, and you already feel like finding a way to slip out early.Â
Initially, youâd been intrigued by dating a man in finance, but itâs clear now that youâre in two completely different worlds- and to make matters worse, he mostly talks about himself. Heâs oozing this obnoxious confidence that makes you grimace every time you sip your drink, and not from the alcohol.
Your date is in the bathroom when Johnny calls.
âHello?â
âHey, you!â His voice warms your heart. âSo Soonie is at a sleep over tonight, and I was thinking about making a Soonbok style menu for her birthday, all Soonie style names for food and such, planning a menu just for her- are you up to anything? Can I go through it with you?â
âActuallyâŠâ your gaze shifts to the bathrooms, âIâm on a date.â
âOh.â
âItâs going so bad, and planning Soonieâs birthday would be such a better use of my evening. Listen, can you come pick me up? Iâll text you the address, you can come and call me when youâre outside, pretend itâs a family emergency or something-â
âYou got it, Iâll be there right away.â
Fifteen minutes later, youâre hopping into Johnnyâs car, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
âThat bad, huh?â he asks.
âI donât even want to talk about it right now,â you groan.Â
âHere, distract yourself,â Johnny hands you a piece of paper, and you realize itâs a mock up menu for Soonbokâs birthday. âThis is just a prototype, I was messing around with styles on some fucking site called Canva-â
âI didnât know you were good at this sort of thing,â you gasp, taking in the intricate fonts and colouring.
âThe site did all the work, trust me,â Johnny scoffs, pulling out into traffic. âRead it over and let me know what you think.â
You begin to scan the menu. Thereâs Soonie Side Up Eggs, and Boken Avocado Bennies, Soonbok Style Slapjacks and Suh Family Breakfast Sammies.Â
âIâm shocked you came up with this many names related to Soonie and Suh,â you say.
âI spent my entire shift thinking about them in the back of my mind while I worked,â Johnny admits. âTheyâre not cheesy or anything, right?â
âTheyâre definitely cheesy,â you confirm, âbut Soonie is going to love them. Youâve always been cheesy, John, and she adores you for it.â
You notice Johnnyâs skin turning a little red, and itâs not just from the reflection of the traffic light illuminating the inside of his car while you wait for it to go green.Â
You continue to study the menu, thinking hard the entire way back to Johnnyâs house.
Heâs got a modest three bedroom townhouse, with his and Soonbokâs rooms on the top floor, and the guest bedroom on the main floor with the kitchen and living room. The kitchen is, without a doubt, the heart of the home, and the two of you make your way there as soon as youâre past the threshold.
âI have some thoughts,â you admit, setting the menu down and pointing at one of the items. âSoonbok toast,â you announce, a twist on french toast, âit says here that it comes with a berry compote. I can tell that this is one of the dishes more geared toward others, because if this was really for Soonie, youâd know that your daughter doesn't even touch berry or apple crisps. She picks at the oat brown sugar on top, but doesnât like cooked berries or fruits.â
âYeahâŠâ Johnny leans next to you, scratching the back of his neck. âThat was the only one I wasnât sure on, but for brunch, you have to have a french toast option, right?â
âWe can still do french toast, but I think every menu item should be something sheâd actually love, donât you agree?â
âA hundred percent.âÂ
âWhat if, instead of berry compote, we do an brown sugar glaze type sauce?â
âThat could be doable,â Johnny admits. âShould we try to make one now?â
âCan we do it in the morning?â you ask. âHonestly, I had one drink at the bar, Iâm tired after a long shift, and Iâm ready to have a few more drinks then pass out.â
âDrinks are a good idea,â Johnny grins, already heading to the fridge. âIt will give me more time to think about how to make the brown sugar glaze, and Iâll get on top of that in the morning.â
âExactly. Chef hours are over, we can just relax,â you insist, heading to collapse on his couch.
âChef hours are never over,â Johnny reminds you, cracking open a beer and approaching so he can hand it to you.
âItâs one of the reasons dating is so hard in our profession,â you sigh, taking a swig of your drink.
âThe hours make it tough,â Johnny nods.Â
âSo does the mentality,â you remind him. âWe just⊠we think a little differently than others. Weâre all a little too committed to our work.â
âThatâs not always a bad thing, youâve just gotta find someone youâre compatible with, someone who will appreciate that about you.âÂ
âSays one single chef to the other,â you laugh.
Johnny clinks his bottle against your own before taking a large gulp. âTouche.â
Three
Johnny is doing his best to work quietly, aware that the guest bedroom is just a short distance from the kitchen as he whips up eggs for the french toast batter.Â
He manages to get all the way through to the cooking before you sleepily putter into the kitchen, adorned in one of his spare shirts for when you sleep over unexpectedly. You look adorable, but Johnny canât bring himself to focus on you as he perfects the brown sugar glaze, careful not to burn it.
âAlmost done,â he calls over his shoulder, âtake a seat then try this with me?â
âIt smells good,â you tell him, pulling out a chair at the island kitchen counter.Â
âThanks, honey, I was up last night thinking about it- had to wake up early to try it out.â He lifts the french toast onto a plate, dipping a spoon into the glaze to coat the breakfast. âI hope I didnât wake you up?â
âThe smell did,â you muse, grinning as he brings the french toast toward you, setting it down and opening a drawer to retrieve two sets of utensils.
The two of you cut into the toast, and you lift your fork. âCheers,â you grin, and Johnny touches his food to your own before you both go in for a bite.Â
The french toast is cooked to perfection, and although the brown sugar glaze is a little sweet for his liking, Johnny knows Soonieâs sweettooth will appreciate this adjustment to the recipe.
But when Johnny lifts his gaze to you, he sees apprehension in your eyes. âDid you like it?â he enquires.
âItâs really good, donât get me wrong,â you assure him quickly, âI just think⊠maybe itâs missing one or two things.â
âLike what?â
âMmmâŠâ you cock your head to the side, âwe both know Soonbok is a fan of nuts, peanut butter is her usual go to but she likes others too- what if we finely chop some pecan or walnut and add that in somehow?â
âThat could work,â Johnny nods.Â
âDo you mind if I take a crack at it?â you ask.Â
Johnny laughs. There are very few people heâll allow to use his kitchen, and luckily youâre the one at the top. Youâve been cooking here for so many years that he doesnât have to guide you to anything, you stand up and immediately go in search of details to make your french toast masterpiece come to life, and Johnny happily takes a back seat while he finishes his own creation.
You go for a bag of pecans, dumping a small amount onto a cutting board before you begin to finally chop, leaving an array of different sizes of chunks. Soonie has always been a texture specific child, and Johnny loves how you incorporate all the little quirks of his daughter into your cooking like this.
In a pan with some butter, you begin to toast the nuts, getting prepped on your bread by using the already made batter heâd created earlier. As you put the toast into the pan and check the nuts, you cock your head to the side again, an endearing trait you do when youâre thinking.
âWhat about oats?â you suggest.Â
âDo whatever you think is best,â Johnny encourages you, heading to the fridge to grab some orange juice and a nearly empty bottle of prosecco heâd opened for a recipe two nights ago.
Johnny watches you add oats to the browning pecans while he makes mimosas, and in no time at all, youâre plating the french toast, with a spoonful of the newly toasted additions, and a few spoonfuls of brown sugar glaze.
âThere,â you announce, bringing the food to the table. âI added a bit of cinnamon and brown sugar to the buttered nuts and oats while you were making drinks.â
âCheers,â Johnny grins, lifting a forkful of your creation to gently touch it to your own.
As soon as he bites into it, Johnny knows that this is a winner. The crunch of the nuts, and the oats- the added fats of the butter- the slight taste of cinnamon on the toppings-Â
âWow,â he breathes, leaning back in his chair. âSoonie really wasnât joking when she said youâre the best breakfast chef in town.â
âStop it,â you laugh. âYou made the glaze! We did this together!â
Johnny goes for a second bite. âThis is the stuff that will stick to your ribs,â he muses, not caring that the calorie content was just inflated by the addition of butter and nuts, âGood olâ comfort food.â
âNo, John, youâre a head chef now, this is comfort cuisine,â you correct him with a grin.Â
Johnny swears your eyes are sparkling as you smile at him, and it makes his heart skip a beat in his chest. Itâs times like these that he realizes just how smitten he is with you. Youâve been there for him, through thick and thin. Thereâs no way heâd be where he is now without you, and heâs not even sure if you know the full extent of it.
But at the same time, because youâre his rock, Johnny doesnât want to overstep. He canât lose you, not now, not ever. Soonie lost her mom to a car crash when she was three, and thereâs no way in hell Johnnyâs going to do something that could potentially make her lose you too.
Four
âHey, you,â you grin, finishing pouring your glass of wine while you put your favourite chef on speaker.
âHey, yourself,â Johnny responds, and you can practically hear the smile in his own voice. âListen, uh, I need to ask you for a favour.â
âShoot.â
âTwo of my line chefs called in today before dinner- pretty sure theyâre both hungover or something. Anyways, Iâm staying, and itâs a busier night than projected- Soonie is done Girl Guides at seven, and I know itâs your night off, so if youâre busy I can find someone else, but-â
âIâve got you,â you interrupt him. âGirls night with my favourite girl is a better plan than I had.â
âReally? You sure?â
âA hundred percent.â
âIâd say I owe you one, but at this point, I probably owe you more like a thousand.â
âAnd donât you forget it,â you laugh, pouring your wine back into the bottle. âTake care of work, and Iâll take care of our girl.â
A couple hours later, youâre in Johnnyâs familiar kitchen, making spiced popcorn and virgin cocktails. Soonie wants to be a chef, just like her dad, and sheâs getting better every day. You love giving her soft instructions and lending a helping hand on bigger jugs of juice that her tiny fingers canât quite hold.
Soonbok has a love for all things disney and music, and although this is probably the third time youâre watching it with her, the two of you settle in for the live action Ariel.
While Johnny is primarily a chef, back when you were in culinary school, he used to sing to himself when he was working. He was always quiet, but loud enough for you to listen to his beautiful voice. Like her father, Soonbok has a way with music, and you adore watching the eleven year old belt out Ariel songs.
Sheâs tuckered out from Girl Guides however, and about halfway into the movie she cuddles up next to you, her eyelids beginning to droop.
When Johnny comes home as the film is ending, Soonie is fast asleep, and you quickly motion at him to be quiet as he steps through the door.
Johnny is careful as he sets his keys and bag down, kicking off his shoes and putting away his jacket. He tiptoes toward the two of you. âHow long has she been out?â he whispers.
âHalf an hour or so,â you respond in a hushed tone. âHow was work?â
He lets out a sigh. âCould have been better, but Iâm home now. Should I get this little one to bed?â
You nod, watching the way Johnny bends down to gently lift his daughter off the couch. She stirs in his arms. âDaddy?â
âHi, Soonie,â he beams down at her. âDid you have a good girls night?â
âCan y/n stay longer?â
Johnnyâs eyes shift to you, and a smile forms on your lips. âI guess I canât say no to Soonie, can I?â
âHereâs the deal, Soonie, y/n can stay longer, but Iâve gotta put you to bed. You had a long day, didnât you, sweet girl?â
âUh huh.â Soonie yawns, cuddling closer to Johnnyâs chest, and the sight makes you melt.
Johnny carries her out of the living room and up to the second level. He takes some time tucking her in, and then he comes back down to join you, holding two beers in his hands.Â
âSo two line chefs called in, huh?â you prompt, tucking your legs up and making room for the large man on the sofa.
âI expected it from Haechan, but Markâs generally pretty reliable. His girlfriend was on shift today, so I know he wasnât skipping to be with her- Iâm guessing they got pretty messed up last night.â
âTheyâre young,â you point out, accepting a beer from him. âWe used to be young.â
âUsed to be,â Johnny laughs, taking a swig of his drink.Â
Looking at this man- this father, you realize maybe he never really got the chance to be young. At twenty five, he had a six year old, he wasn't running around blacking out and getting hung over, he was working his way up the employment ladder, dreaming about a better future for his daughter.
âYou mentioned Mark has a girlfriend, I think Iâve heard about her a few times now, itâs interesting that she was in and he wasnât.â
âIâm going to be honest, I love Mark, heâs a great kid- but, he can sometimes be peer pressured into things. Haechan has a hold on Mark unlike any Iâve seen, they bring out⊠interesting sides of each other.â
You laugh at the description, and itâs clear thereâs more on Johnnyâs mind, so you wait for him to continue.Â
âItâs nice that Mark is young and in love, I can understand that- but at the same time, I just hope he doesnât make the same mistakes I did. Not that Soonbok is a mistake, of course- I just mean that⊠life is fragile. You think youâre going to be with someone forever, and then youâre reminded of how frail things can be.â
You frown at his words. Even after all of these years, Johnny still holds so much pain about his lost wife. You want to do your best to help Johnny in every aspect of his life, especially emotional, but this is a topic you never know how to approach. Heâs right for grieving, his ex was his first love, his true love- how is there anything you could ever say to make him feel better about her passing?
You open your mouth, only to close it, and Johnny watches you intently. Sometimes he looks at you, the way heâs looking at you right now, and you wonder if he feels the same level of connection with you that you feel with him. You wonder if he wants you to kiss him, if a kiss would make him feel better, if it would - if even for a moment - help him forget about the pains heâs faced in his life.
But itâs because of the pains heâs faced that neither of you can close the distance, youâd like to think about it that way at least. Even after all these years, itâs still too early, so you simply reach out and gently squeeze his hand.
Johnny offers you a smile, and youâre glad that in some small way, maybe youâve helped him.
Five
Itâs a pretty slow day after the lunch rush, so Johnny is sitting in the back office with Doyoung while they pick at their food. They often eat together once things settle down, and today is no different.Â
What is different, however, is the topic of conversation Doyoung brings up. âHowâs y/n doing?â he asks, taking a bite of his salad.
âSheâs good. She helped me lock in a french toast recipe for Soonieâs birthday, so that was pretty helpful.â
âThatâs nice,â Doyoung nods, âbut Iâm more interested in whatâs going on between the two of you.â
âWhat do you mean?â Johnny asks, looking up from his schezwan beef noodle bowl.Â
âI mean, you two have been friends for a long time. Thereâs a lot of history there.â
Johnnyâs shocked that Doyoung is bringing this up. Out of all of the chefâs coworkers, he had not pegged Doyoung as being the man to bring up relationship gossip, and the whole thing takes him off guard for a moment.Â
âWeâre good friends,â Johnny says finally.
âI know that,â Doyoung rolls his eyes. âWhatâs holding you back from being more? Itâs clear how much you two care about each other.â
Johnny looks down at his food, using his chopsticks to play around with a red pepper. âWe do care about each other,â he confirms. âShe was there for me with Soonie when no one else was, and Iâll always be grateful for that.â
âSo why donât you tell her how you really feel about her?â Doyoung presses. âItâs obvious in the way you look at each other- a smart woman like y/n, Iâm shocked she hasnât figured it out for herself by now.â
âI think, because of our history, thereâs this⊠invisible line,â Johnny tries to explain. âThings are good the way they are now, if I try to mess with that⊠I could lose everything. And I wouldnât just be losing it for myself, Iâd be losing it for Soonie too.â
Doyoung lets out a breath, turning to face Johnny. âI get that itâs hard, but, youâve got two paths ahead of you. If you give it a try, it could either end well, or badly. But if you keep yourself in this weird middle friend zone place, itâs like youâve created a house at the crossroads, and that will never lead you anywhere.â
âWhen did you become so wise about love?â Johnny scoffs.
âSumi has helped me with it,â Doyoung admits. âI met her here, we started off as friends. Iâm her manager, so I had my own reasons for never taking the leap. I had my own house at the crossroads.â
âWhat made you finally give it a try?â
âShe was there for me when my dad died,â Doyoung frowns. âAnyone can be there for you when things go badly, but when a woman truly gives her all to making things easier on you- itâs not something that should be ignored. After everything you and y/n have been through, you both deserve to give it a try.â
âHow are you so sure sheâd want to give it a try?â
âBecause she looks at you the way you look at her.â
Six
Cooking with Johnny might just be the easiest thing in the world. Youâd thought that, due to it being Soonieâs birthday, maybe tensions would be high, but as the two of you collaborate in the kitchen, bumping hips and easily communicating, things feel as they always have: easy.Â
Within fifteen minutes, the two of you have seamlessly cooked thirteen breakfasts for yourselves, Soonie, her four friends, and six adults⊠well, seven, if you include the Boken Avocado Bennies youâd whipped up for Doyoung.
While there are a number of staff puttering around doing pre-opening tasks, itâs Doyoung who takes the time to help you and Johnny bring all the food to the table. You love watching the stoic manager announce the Soonie-inspired brunch food names, and itâs clear that Soonbok is also enamoured by the shift in Doyoungâs countenance.Â
Before everyone begins to eat, you take a group picture on Johnnyâs phone, loving the massive smile on Soonieâs face.
As youâre about to sit down, Johnny asks one of the other moms to take a picture of just you, him and Soonie. With the two of you on either side of the birthday girl, you canât help but think that this feels like a family picture.Â
In a way, Johnny and Soonie are your family- but in the same breath, youâre cognisant of the fact that - had circumstances been different - it would be Soonbokâs mom in this picture right now, and not you. These are shoes that can simply never be filled, no matter how much you wish you could.
The thought isnât one you like to hold on to, and itâs a thought thatâs popped into your head innumerable times throughout the years. Taking your seat next to the birthday girl, you watch her try the french toast, her eyes lighting up.
On top of her own food, Soonie picks at yours and Johnnyâs. Both of you are more than happy to share so she can taste more than just one of the special items Johnny had concocted for her.Â
Brunch is full of laughter and girlish giggles that light up the deserted restaurant. Itâs clear how important Johnny has made Soonie feel today, and that brings you more joy than you could ever express out loud.Â
As things wind down, you and Johnny begin clearing plates to the dishpit. The two of you are shoulder to shoulder, and youâre overwhelmed by an odd sense of longing that you canât quite describe.
Johnny turns to you, mouth opening as if heâs about to say something- but as servers pass behind you, itâs clear that thereâs no room for him to say whatever it is that he wanted to say to you.
You clear your throat, watching a line chef pop up next to Johnny to stack the dishes for dishwasher prep. âYou should go back to Soonie,â you tell him, âIâll finish up with the cleanup.â
âAre you sure?â he asks.
âOf course, itâs Soonieâs day, go be with her.â You offer him a smile, and Johnny reacts by reaching out to squeeze your hand.
Without another word, he leaves you to your thoughts, and the feeling of need thatâs growing steadier and steadier in your chest.
Seven
Johnny doesnât know quite what to do with himself. Soonieâs birthday was yesterday, and today's day shift had been quite slow. Heâs feeling restless with Soonie over at a friendâs place tonight, and he tries to drown himself in liquor- whether it be to chase away the loneliness or to gain courage, heâs not sure, but by nine oclock, Johnny finds himself dialing up your number.
âHey, you,â you answer.
âHey, yourself,â he grins. âWatcha up to?â
Thereâs a pause, and Johnny can hear people in the background. âIâm out actually.â
âOh?â Johnnyâs spirits dampen. âOut on another hot date?â
âNot so hot actually.â
Johnny bites at his lip. âIâll let you go anyways.â
âItâs alright, I stepped out when you called. Do you need something?â
âI guessâŠâ Johnny takes a breath. âI got into the liquor-â
âSay no more, Iâll be right over.â
Eight
âSoâŠâ Johnny grins as the two of you head into his kitchen, âhow did the date go?â
You scoff, watching him pour a glass of wine. âHow do you think it went? Iâm here with you, arenât I?â
âI mean⊠I am pretty hard to compete with,â Johnny flashes you a sexy grin⊠and proceeds to knock over the glass of wine. âShit- fuck!â
âListen, you go take a seat, and Iâll clean this up,â you laugh, watching him lumber toward the sofa. You make quick work of the mess, and when youâre done, you approach him in the living room.
âCome sit,â he prompts, patting the spot right next to him.
âSomeoneâs feeling awfully cuddly today,â you giggle when he grabs your hand to pull you down where he wants you, leaving no space between the two of you.
âWhat can I say? Iâm a cuddly drunk.âÂ
âI can see that,â you note, assessing him.
His gaze dips to your lips, and your skin tingles.Â
âThank you for yesterday,â he says quietly.
âI told you, I was happy to help for Soonieâs special day.â
âItâs not just that,â he insists, âyouâre always happy to help. I seriously-â he swallows thickly, âI seriously couldnât have done anything Iâve done without you.â
âDonât be so self deprecating,â you warn him, gently pushing his shoulder. âYouâd have gotten anywhere you wanted, with or without me.â
âI still donât have a food truck,â Johnny pouts.
Youâd thought maybe heâd given up on that dream- although youâve held onto hope for Johnny, more than he knows. âNow that you mention it, actually,â you say, pulling out your phone, âIâve been looking at food trucks for sale online for a minute, and-â
Johnnyâs gaze softens. âYouâve been researching for me?â
âJust a little,â you brush it off, trying to find the listing that youâd saved three days ago. âI found this decent looking one at a good price-â
âI think I love you.â
âHuh?â you freeze.
âI didnât mean it,â Johnny says immediately, and your heart sinks. âI donât think I love you, I know I do.â
âJohn, please, thatâs the liquor talking.â
âDrunk words are sober thoughts,â he insists. âLook, youâve always been there for me. We work together- and not just because weâre both chefs. Something about this,â Johnny gestures between the two of you, âit just works, and I know Iâm not the only one who sees it.â
âYeah?â You decide to play a little coy, seeing as this confession is coming from a drunk man. âAnd who else sees it?â
âDoyoung, for one.â
âDoyoung?â You let out a laugh. âHave you been gossiping about me with him?â
âI swear I didnât bring it up,â Johnny defends himself. âDoyoung said I look at you with love, and that⊠that you look at me the same way.â
âWell⊠maybe Doyoung needs to get his eyes checked?â
âDonât play with me,â Johnny begs, pulling you closer. âThereâs always been a line between us, one weâve both been too scared to cross⊠but, I think-â
âNow youâre crossing it,â you finish for him. âWhat made you want to do that?â
âSoonieâs birthday,â Johnny admits. âOur little family picture.â
âOur family picture,â you repeat, melting inside at the fact that heâd viewed the photo in the same light you had.
âYeah.â Johnny nods. âOur family. Mine, and yours.âÂ
His hand finds your thigh, and you canât help but reach out to cup his cheek, stroking your thumb across his angular bones. âIâm not sure what to say,â you admit.
âWe donât have to say anything,â Johnny assures you. âJust kiss me, and we can forget about the world for a minute.â
Your heart is racing in your chest as you hesitantly close the distance between your lips. Itâs a gentle first kiss, but it soon grows hungry, and youâre not sure if thatâs due to his appetite or your own.
His tongue swipes across your lip, and you open your mouth for him, letting out a soft sigh as you get lost in the feeling of the man whoâs been your best friend for years.
His hand on your thigh squeezes, and before you know it, heâs pulling you onto his lap. Your knees dig into the sofa on either side of him, and youâre hesitant to fully sit down- a kiss is a kiss, but grinding on Johnny is something else entirely.
âJohnny,â you whisper, throwing your head back to look at the ceiling, wondering how you got into this situation.
âYes, honey?â He presses kisses along your throat that have tingles shooting up your spine.
âYouâre drunk,â you say finally.
âIf Iâd known you liked me too, I would have done this ages ago.â
âItâs not about that,â you laugh. âItâs about the fact that youâre drunk, and I want you sober when we do this.â
âDo what?â he teases, squeezing your hips, his tongue grazing over your jugular.
âYou know what,â you retort with a huff. âLook, youâre right about the line neither of us wanted to cross.â
Johnny pulls away from your throat, looking up at you. âHuh?â
âThe line. The unspoken line. All these years, something has been there, between us- but, we both respect your wife, we respect Soonie- I think⊠I think the time is right for this now, well, not right now, but, once youâre sober again.â
âYouâre right,â Johnny concedes.Â
âHow about we watch a movie, then we can go to sleep.â
âYouâll stay over?â Thereâs a boyish excitement in his voice and it makes you melt.
âUh huh.â
âWill you stay in my bed with me?â
âJust for cuddles, but only if you promise to drink a bunch of water before we sleep, I donât want you hung over in the morning.â
Johnny grins. âYou got it, honey.â
Nine
Johnny wakes up next to a warm body, and itâs the first time in years. Your presence is the only thing that proves to him that last night wasnât a dream, some twisted fantasy- No, youâre real, and youâre here, and youâd kissed him back-
He stays cuddled with you for a while, basking in the glow of being in love, truly in love, and finally able to admit it to himself. Itâs been so long since his wife, and part of him had forgotten the feeling- maybe thatâs why it had taken years for him to realize how much he adores you.
After a while, Johnny decides he needs some water- and he wants to make breakfast for you. He wants to spoil you the way you spoil him.
Johnny is careful as he exits the bed, taking one last look at your peaceful face before heading down to the kitchen.
Itâs easy for Johnny to get lost in the act of cooking, focusing on bacon at first before switching to eggs. As it was a few days ago, the smell of food wakes you up, and soon youâre joining him by the stove.
âWatcha making?â you ask, wrapping your body around his.
God, the feeling of you is- fuck, he canât even describe how good it is.
âWanted to make you breakfast,â he tells you, plating your food first. Once he has you settled and sitting, he quickly throws together a breakfast sandwich for himself.
âYou and your sandwiches,â you laugh, digging into your bacon and eggs.
âHow did you sleep?â he asks, coming to join you.
âSo well,â you tell him, bumping your knee against his own, âeven if someone snores.âÂ
Johnny can only laugh, heâs dealt with Soonbok complaining about his loud snoring for years. âHow are the eggs?â
âGood!âÂ
Youâre so chipper this morning, and he loves it. Johnny takes a bite of his sandwich- youâd cooked the eggs at the brunch birthday two days ago, and he realizes Soonie was right. âYour eggs are better,â he muses. Â
âIâd planned on making breakfast for you, but you jumped the gun, big guy.â
âI wanted to pamper you for a change.â
âCooking is my love language,â you tell him. âIâm excited to make you breakfast more often.â
âI like the sound of that,â he smiles.
âWhenâs Soonie come home?â
Johnny checks the clock on the stove. âIn an hour or so.â
âAs much as Iâd love to see her, I think maybe itâs better if Iâm not here when she gets home,â you say thoughtfully. âSheâs a smart girl, I bet sheâd be able to tell that something is up.â
âShe definitely would,â Johnny confirms. âI donât think Iâll be able to keep my hands off of you that much if you stick around.â
You giggle, reaching over to squeeze his knee.
âHow are you feeling about last night?â Johnny asks.
âIâm feeling good, how about you? Still remember all of it?â
âIn perfect detail,â he breathes. âAlthough⊠a little reminder wouldnât hurt.â
âOh, it wouldnât?â you tease as he leans in, cupping your face so he can press his lips to your own.Â
God, youâre such a good kisser. It just works. Itâs hard for him to even pull away, but he doesnât want to overwhelm you.
âTake me out on a date,â you say.
âHmm?â
âA date,â you repeat. âJust because weâve known each other for years doesnât mean we can skip steps.â
âI respect that,â Johnny nods. âIâve got a busy week, and it will have to be a night where Soonie is out, but⊠weâll make it work.â
Johnnyâs so certain it will work, because things between you have always worked, and he canât wait to see where this takes you.Â
Ten
Itâs been a week, but finally Johnny found time for that date night. Soonie is out with friends again, so itâs the perfect opportunity to get some alone time with the man whoâs been on your mind constantly.
He picks you up in his old Dodge truck, compliments your outfit, and refuses to tell you where youâre going or what the plan is.
When you arrive back at his place, youâre honestly not even surprised. âLet me guess, you took me to the best chef in town?â
âYou know all my lines, honey,â he grins.Â
âSo, chef, whatâs on the menu?â
âI thought maybe youâd take a seat and let me cook for you.â
âAs if Iâd take a back seat,â you scoff. âWhat are we making?â
Johnny had made hand made fettucini before heâd come to pick you up. You let him take lead in making a white wine, garlic cream sauce with button mushrooms, spinach and crispy prosciutto, but you insist on being his sous chef and taking care of the chicken.
The smell is heavenly, and as he finishes it all off with fresh herbs, you think you start to drool a little.
âFor a guy who claims to specialize in sandwiches of all things, youâre pretty good with italian,â you muse as you take your first bite and nearly moan.
âIâm pretty good with a lot of things,â Johnny laughs.Â
âLook at you being all cocky.â
âYou love it.â
Heâs so right.
The two of you chat and laugh together while eating. Itâs one of the best meals youâve had in a very long time. When dinner is over, Johnny suggests a movie. As the two of you settle on the couch, he prompts you to come closer, and soon, the two of you are cuddled together as if itâs the most natural thing in the world.
Heâs so warm and comforting- you find yourself dozing off a little, although, maybe itâs something of a food coma from all the pasta.
Johnny brings his lips to your ear, and you shiver when he asks, âShould I carry you to bed, honey?âÂ
Part of you wants to tell him youâre not Soonie and you wonât be calling him daddy any time soon- but another part of you wants to lean into this. Itâs been so long since you felt like you could be babied, and if anyone is going to bring out that side of you, itâs going to be Johnny.
âWonât I be too heavy?â you ask, cognizant of the stairs heâll have to climb.
âHave you seen my arms? I wonât drop you, honey, I promise.â
You allow him to scoop you up, and you feel like a giggling school girl again as he takes you up to his room. âDo you have a shirt I could wear to sleep?âÂ
âChoose anything,â he tells you. âWhen youâre changed, you can join me in the bathroom, I went and got a toothbrush for you.â
Before you know it, youâre cuddled in Johnnyâs bed, wearing panties and one of his big shirts. Heâs pressed to your back, his mint tinged breath warm on the nape of your neck. Thereâs no pressure for sex, no pressure for anything other than the situation at hand, and you can tell youâre both very content with it.Â
Soon, youâre drifting off to sleep in the arms of a man whoâs been a cornerstone of your life.
Itâs a deep, dreamless sleep, and it passes in the blink of an eye. You awaken to light beaming through his window, a warm body behind you, and something hard pressed against your ass.
You laugh to yourself- morning wood isnât something men can help. Even so, you stir a little, adjusting to get more comfortable.
Johnny releases a sleepy groan.
You stay still, not wanting to wake him, but it feels like the damage is already done when he wraps you tighter in his embrace. âMorning,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
âHi,â you respond lightly.
Now itâs Johnnyâs turn to shift, and you feel his body tense when he does so. âFuck,â he goes to pull away, âsorry, I uh-â
âItâs okay,â you assure him, grabbing his forearm so he canât move away, âkeep cuddling me.â
Johnny returns, flush against your back, his hard cock pressing even more firmly to your ass.
âAre you sure youâre alright with this?â he asks.
âMore than okay with it.â
âYeah?â He leans forward, pressing his lips to your throat. âAre you okay with this, too?â Johnny mumbles, his hot breath fanning across your skin.
âUh huh,â you sigh, wiggling your bum back against him and arching your neck to give him better access.
His hand finds your hip, gently squeezing you through the shirt youâre wearing. His lips are soft against you, but thereâs a need in his motions too, and he begins to grind against your ass.
You let out a groan when he finds the sweet spot just below your ear, and he licks at it, making you moan louder.
âAre we going to do this?â he asks, nipping at your earlobe.
âFuck it, yes.â You canât hold back anymore, you turn in his embrace, quickly mounting him and smashing your lips to his own.
Johnny grins into the kiss, holding your hips while you settle on top of him, grinding down against his clothed cock while your tongues begin to clash.
His kisses have you seeing stars, your mind going blank except for him.
Soon, his hands slip under your shirt, slowly grazing up your sides. âCan I take this off of you?â he asks.
You open your eyes to look down at him, studying his pretty lips and his chocolate eyes.Â
Instead of responding, you sit up, grabbing the hem of the oversized T and lifting it over your head, tossing it to the side and baring yourself to your best friend for the first time.
âFuck,â Johnny groans, gaze falling to your tits. His hands stay at a respectable location on your hips, and you grab one to lift it to your breast, adding pressure so he knows heâs allowed to give you a test squeeze.
Johnny begins to massage you, and you throw your head back, releasing a groan, swiveling your hips against him.
His thumb brushes over your hardened nipple and you mewl loudly, core throbbing from the stimulus.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers, propping himself up so he can take your nipple into his mouth.
You cup the back of his head, keeping him on your chest while he worships you. His other hand finds your neglected breast, gently pinching and massaging while he sucks on your sensitive bud.
âJohn-â You donât even know what to say, youâre entirely wrapped up in him.Â
Youâve never felt a feral need like this before, but itâs not necessarily the primal type of drive. Instead, itâs a feeling of wanting to be close to this man- who youâve been next to for so many years, but unable to touch.Â
Except, heâs touching you now, and you want more.Â
Johnny pulls away from your breasts, cupping the back of your head and drawing your lips to his again. âWe should take our clothes off,â he suggests.
âThatâs the best idea youâve had all week,â you laugh.Â
He helps you off of him, and you lay next to each other for a moment, both fumbling to get naked. As soon as youâre fully nude, Johnny rolls on top of you, slotting between your thighs. His lips find yours again, and his free hand trails down your body, teasing through your pussy lips.
âYouâre already so wet,â he muses.
âIâve wanted this for a long time,â you admit.
âMe too,â he assures you, capturing your mouth with his own while he teases a finger into your hole. You push your hips up, wanting more, and you latch onto his strong shoulders, moaning into the kiss.
Johnnyâs a big man, and his finger is enough to have you wriggling below him. âEasy, honey,â he grins, looking down at you with eyes full of adoration. âGotta stretch you open.â
âFuck,â you groan- does this man read erotica in his spare time? How is a thirty year old, single dad, this well versed in dirty talk even though youâre pretty sure he hasnât been laid in forever?
He adds a second finger, curling them to find your gspot. As he pumps his hand, lips pressed to yours in a mad frenzy, you can hear your wetness with each motion.Â
It feels unreal- have fingers alone ever done a number like this on you?
Johnny twists his hand a little, knuckles dragging along your sensitive inner walls. Itâs like heâs trying to carve out a space for his cock, although, you know now that this wonât be enough. Heâs thick and throbbing on your hip, his length so large you think he might just blow your entire back out when he slips it into you.
Even though youâre eager to be - for lack of a better word - impaled on him, Johnny takes his time kissing you, his fingers continuing their motions. âWanna rub your clit for me?â he asks, moving his mouth to your neck. âI want to watch you cum.â
Your toes curl at his words, and you bring your hand to your pussy, drawing circles on the sensitive bud while he continues to stroke your inner walls.
Your core throbs around him, whimpers of pleasure escaping you.Â
âYouâre being so good for me, honey,â Johnny tells you, making your insides flutter even more from the sincere words of praise.
Cumming hasnât always been the easiest thing in the world for you. There are many partners youâve had who never had the wherewithal to get you there- but somehow, Johnny just knows you. Or maybe, itâs because he knows you- because you feel safe with him, that you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
It also helps that itâs your own fingers on your clit, you know exactly what you like, what pressure, what motions- the digits working you open are just an added bonus that have you seeing stars as you make your way to your peak.
âJohn,â you gasp, tits pushing up toward his chest when your back arches. âIâm gonna-â
âLet it out for me,â he encourages you softly. âYou deserve it.â
âI deserve your cock,â you whine, shocked at your own blatant neediness.
Johnny only laughs. âAfter,â he assures you, âI promise.â
A few more circles of your clit has the cord in your stomach snapping, your orgasm washing over your like warm summer waves. Your entire body tingles with delight, gasps leaving you as your pussy fully throbs around his fingers, your clit pulsing with desire.
âSo pretty,â he whispers, bringing his lips to yours.
From the way he smiles against your mouth, you can tell he doesnât care that youâre moaning so much he can hardly kiss you.
Itâs a closeness youâve never felt before, and he helps you through your orgasm until youâre pulling your hand away in favour of grabbing his shoulders.
Johnny takes his fingers out of your core, and you watch under hooded eyelids as he brings them to his lips, sucking them clean and releasing a groan. âEverything you do tastes better than what I bring to the table.â
You laugh. Heâs such a fucking chef.
âSome might even say itâsâŠâ you stifle a giggle, âFinger licking good.âÂ
Johnny lets out a laugh, eyes lighting up. God, you love this soft, laughter infused sex- youâve never experienced anything like it.
You grab the back of his neck, drawing his mouth to your own. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and thereâs something so erotic about it. He moans loudly, rubbing his cock between your wet pussy lips.
The tip of his cock is stimulating your clit and it sends jitters through you. You can feel how soaked you are, and you wouldnât be surprised if this ended with a wet patch on his bed from how turned on youâve been throughout this whole experience.
Johnny seems intent with grinding against you, but youâre lacking patience today, and you reach between your bodies to grab his cock.
Johnny breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours and looking down at where youâre gripping him. He doesnât say anything, his gaze shifting back to your own. Thereâs a question in his eyes, and youâre both aware that this is the final line. Once you cross this, thereâs no going back.
You bring his cock to your wet hole, and with very little effort, you help guide the head of his cock inside of you.
âFuck,â Johnny groans immediately, fists bunching at the pillow on either side of your head. âYouâre so tight- are you sure youâre good with this?â
âYouâre just- fuck,â you whimper as another inch sinks into you, âyouâre just big!â
âMaybe youâll have to get used to it,â he grins, pushing deeper.
You moan loudly, clawing at his shoulders. âMaybe I will,â you gasp.Â
He brings his mouth close to your own, until your lips are just brushing, eyes meeting when he says, âIâm looking forward to it.â
As he kisses you, he pushes fully into your warm, wet, throbbing core. His hips are flush to your own, and you swear no oneâs ever been this deep inside of you.
Your legs shake on either side of his hips, body suspended in this odd purgatory-like place between extreme pleasure, and an uncomfortable feeling of being stretched more than youâve ever been stretched before.
âAre you good?â he asks, lips moving to your cheek while you struggle to aclimatize to his cock.
âYeah,â you nod quickly. âJust- fuck me, it will be easier.â
âIf you say so, honey.â
The first thrust has your toes curling, eyes clenching shut with pleasure. A sound thatâs never come from you before leaves your lips- a sound youâve heard in porn, but always thought was an overexpression.
Your fingers dig into Johnnyâs shoulders, and he holds you close, mouth finding your neck while he begins to fuck you.
Although, would this be called fucking?
The fluidity of his motions- the way youâre clinging to each other- it feels more like making love, and your skin tingles with the realization.
âJohnny?â you whisper.
âYeah?â
âTell me you love me again, like you did when you were drunk.â
âI love you,â he says immediately, holding you even tighter. âI love you so much that sometimes it hurts.â
Your entire body both relaxes and is set on fire by his words, your core throbbing desperately around his massive cock.Â
âJohnny-â you whimper.
âTell me you love me too,â he pleads.
âI love you too,â you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair and bringing his face close to yours so you can look up into his eyes. âI love you too.âÂ
Johnnyâs hand finds your thigh, hiking it higher on his hip. Somehow, he hits even deeper now, and you wriggle below him, more sounds of pleasure escaping you and filling the room.
âYou sound so good, honey- I wonât last if you keep squeezing me and moaning-â
âThen donât last,â you gasp. âWant you to cum.â
âWhere should I cum?â
âInside- Iâm on birth control, just- fuck, Johnny, cum inside.â
He groans, pressing his mouth firmly to your own, his tongue dancing along yours as his motions get even faster.
Youâre clinging to him for dear life at this point, and when he slips a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, you nearly begin to cry from how good it feels.
âLove the way your pussy sucks me in when we play with your clit,â he tells you.Â
Fuck, fuck, fuck-
âDo you think you can cum for me again? I donât want to be the only one cumming.â
âYeah, yeah- fuck, yeah, I can cum again,â you whimper desperately.
âLet me know when,â he instructs, adjusting his motions ever so slightly so each thrust has his cock dragging against your gspot.
You let out a squeal of delight, your thighs shaking around his hips, stomach muscles clenching almost painfully-
âFuck, John, Iâm there- shit, fuck-â
Johnny shuts you up with his lips against your own, and for a second time, your orgasm hits you.
Your core clamps down incredibly hard on his cock, and Johnny groans deeply above you, fingers twitching on your clit. He keeps his pace, and a moment later, you feel his cum filling you up, coating your walls with warmth.
The feeling of his large length throbbing in your own oversensitive hole has your entire mind going fuzzy, and you kiss him like a woman lost, like a woman so completely in love that nothing else matters.
You ride out your orgasms together, until youâre both shaking. Only then does Johnny come to a stop on top of you, kisses turning to a more gentle nature as he holds you close.Â
âI love you,â he tells you again.
You smile, blinking up at your best friend. âAnd I love you.â
Epilogue
The two of you are in the kitchen cooking brunch. Johnny is pressed to your back, watching intently, asking all sorts of questions about how you cook eggs to make them so delicious and superior to his own.
âThe secret ingredient is love,â you tease.
Johnny can only laugh, holding you tighter.
Heâs so lost in you, that he loses track of time, and as the two of you are sitting down to eat, Soonbok walks through the front door. She stops in her tracks when she sees you, letting her little overnight bag slip to the ground.
âOh, hi, baby,â Johnny stands up immediately.
âHi, daddy,â Soonie says, allowing her dad to pick her up for a hug while her eyes shift to you.
âDid Sabrinaâs mom drop you off?â Johnny asks, looking out the door to wave at Soonieâs friendâs mom as she drives away.
âAs always, daddy,â Soonie laughs. âI didnât know y/n was coming over.â
âSurprise,â you grin, also standing so that when Johnny sets his daughter to the ground, she can run to give you a hug of your own.
Once Soonie is done squeezing you as tight as her little arms can muster, she looks between you and Johnny. For some reason, Johnny feels his heart beginning to race, thereâs a knowing in his daughters eyes.
âWhatâs going on?â Soonie asks finally.
âY/N and I just had a little sleep over,â Johnny tries to explain, and the concept isnât a new one, you sleep over frequently⊠in the guest bedroom.
âSoâŠâ a wicked grin appears on Soonbokâs face, âDoes this mean youâll stop trying to get me to call her auntie now?â
âWhat?â Johnny lets out a surprised laugh.
âYou heard me, daddy,â Soonbokâs smile widens. âDoes this⊠does this mean weâll be a real family now?â
Johnny lets out a shuddery breath. In the years youâve been helping raise Soonbok, Johnny has broached the idea of her calling you Auntie Y/N, as a respect thing, and his daughter has always refused. Had she seen the connection this whole time? Has this been something Soonbok has wanted ever since she was a five year old with an inquisitive mind and an even more discerning eye?
Johnnyâs gaze shifts to you, and you flash him a warm smile.
âYeah, baby,â Johnny picks up his daughter. âWe can be a real family now.â
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You love working with Johnny. Sure, it had been rough at first, getting his food truck on its feet, but itâs been two years, and with some insanely good marketing, youâre now running one of the top trucks in the city.
Itâs a joy to watch Johnny fulfill his dreams every day- his odd obsession with sandwiches of all things has only added to your connection. Watching him smile and charm guests makes your heart swell with joy, and on the rare occasion Soonie comes to do the register and take orders, it feels like youâre just one happy family.
Today, however, is a weather disaster. The forcast had mentioned light sprinkles, but cuddled next to Johnny looking out at the torrential downpour, you both feel a little bamboozled.
âYou know what would make this more fun?â Johnny asks.
âCustomers?â you suggest.
âYes, but also⊠I got you something.â The chef flashes you a sly smirk, and you pull away from his shoulder to asses him.
âAm I going to like where this is going?â you ask.
He was single for so long- and thereâd been so many sexual things heâd missed out on during that time, but the two of you are making up for it every moment you have alone. You suppose this is a moment alone, so youâre not really shocked that his mind is in the gutter.
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Friend Shaped
The professor clacked his beak sharply three times in the front of the room. The students, around 40 individuals, and many species from across the galactic arm hushed almost immediately. âWelcome back, class. The day for your first planet-side mission to Nemulon 3 is fast approaching, and we've still got a lot of safety training to cover, so let's get started.â The professor stepped aside to allow a projection to display against the board behind him. A picture of a blue, green, and gray planet shone brightly against the dark tapestry of space. Nemulon 3 had been discovered deca-orbits ago but offered a wide variety of biomes that were the perfect blend of challenging and safe to train new recruits to the Galactic Allianceâs Exploration Fleet. âToday we're covering some alien fauna you may encounter while conducting exploratories. Most are small enough that they won't pose much of an issue, but we do have a few category 5 lifeforms that you need to be aware of.â The display behind the professor changed from an image of Nemulon 3 from orbit to a chart topped by 5 images with their respective labels: karindru, oold, dini-dini, barintuna, and great lavalen. Before the professor could start in on the next part of his lecture, a voice spoke out from the middle of the classroom.âThat looks like a dog.â The professor stood with his beak half open. He was certainly not used to being interrupted, let alone this early in the lesson. âA what?â He finally choked out. There was a pause as if the offending student was thinking better about drawing more attention to themselves before slowly putting their hand up in the air. It was a human. Cadet Valentina, if the attendance role had been accurate. âI said it⊠it looks like a dog.â Human Valentina inhaled as if gathering the courage to say more. âThey're a carnivorous canine species on earth that humans domesticated thousands of cycles ago and selectively bred to be pets.â The professorâs beak closed with a snap and some of the features near the base of his neck ruffled slightly. âNemulon 3 is 47 light years away from Earth. Any similarities between each planetâs fauna is purely coincidental, a product of parallel evolution.â The human bowed her head and said nothing else, so the professor continued. âNow, for many of you of larger stature, a single karindru might not pose much of a threat, but their real danger comes from their numbers. They live, travel, and hunt in packs. Thankfully, their method of communicating with each other in their packs are quite loud, so you will hear them long before you see them, and hopefully, before they see you. Typically youâll hear anything from yipping, chirping, and howling.â âKind of like coyotes.â The professor stopped and stared at the human again, feathers ruffling once again. âAnother kind of canine species back home,â Valentina offered quietly. If the professor was capable of growling, he might have been tempted to at that moment. Instead, he sighed slowly. âI can assure you, trying to get close to these will likely end with your injury or death.â âWell, that's what ancient humans thought about wolves too, but then we bred them into dogs and now theyâre our best friends.â âKarindru are not, nor are any native creatures on this planet, your friend. Not now, not ever.â The professor turned sharply back to the board. The entire class was dead silent. Few even dared to breathe. It was quiet enough, in fact, to hear the human mumble under their breath, âIf not friend, then why friend-shaped?â
The human was promptly given detention and assigned extra homework of writing âI will not try to domesticate any native fauna on Nemulon 3â one hundred times by hand.
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