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Experimental Treatment
SUMMARY: after numerous failed attempts to treat your anxiety, you enroll in an experimental drug trial run by Dr. Jonathan Crane (OR: how you became Dr. Crane's bimbo fuckslave)
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WARNINGS/ADDITIONAL INFO: Smut đ, dub con, drugging, mention of anxiety disorders, bimboification, brainwashing kinda??, breast/nipple play, oral sex (m receiving), piv, Jonathan is manipulative and possibly a nevernude
beta'd by @pawnsong
You shifted nervously as you sat in Dr. Craneâs office for the first time. Youâd tried numerous treatments for your trauma-related anxiety, but nothing seemed to work. It had been about a year since you had been beaten, tied up, and left for dead in a supply closet by one of Gothamâs many aspiring criminals, and you havenât been able to eat, sleep, or generally care for yourself since. When you heard about an experimental treatment study happening at the local university, you enrolled as quickly as you could, moving faster than youâd ever moved in your life. You knew there was no one therapy or pill that could fix everything, but at this point, you were desperate for any sort of relief that could be offered.
The man that entered was much younger than you expected; you always pictured the doctor running a drug trial to be much older, maybe even a bit weathered from the stress of working in such a nightmarish city. Instead, he was small, slender, and had an almost angelic baby face.
âTell me about what brings you here today.â He sat down without looking up from his chart.
âIt should all be there, but to summarize: about a year ago I was assaulted and have been experiencing extreme anxiety, depression, and nightmares since. I canât eat more than a few bites of food at a time without vomiting, and canât remember the last time Iâve had a few nightâs sleep. Iâve tried talk therapy and a slew of medications, including SSRIs, SNRIs, and benzodiazepines, but nothing seems to work.â
By this point, youâve gone over your symptoms and previous treatments so many times that you had a well rehearsed script you relied on when recounting them. You worried that listing everything off in such a matter-of-fact way would lead people to think youâre just seeking drugs for recreational reasons, but fuck, what didnât you worry about these days?
âAs Iâm sure you were told when you were applying for the trial, my background is in pharmacology and Iâll be putting you on an experimental drug of my own creation. I wonât bore you with the specifics of how it works, but youâll receive a fast-acting injection once a week, and it should calm your nerves and improve your sleep. The exact effects arenât well documented as of yet, which is why youâre here. All of the proper consent forms should be in order, so if you like, I can start you on the injections here and now.â
âYes, please, whatever gets me my life back the soonest.â As nervous as you were to be injected with something you knew almost nothing about, part of you was almost giddy to be given something that might finally work.
âThe drug can have some sedative effects, so no driving, at least for the first 24 hours. Do you have someone to pick you up? Family, a roommate? A boyfriend, perhaps?â Dr. Crane continued to inform as he prepared a syringe.
âI took public transport. Not a lot of people in my life.â you chuckled nervously.
âAll alone. What a shame.â
Before you could mentally register his comment as odd, you were startled by the coldness of an alcohol wipe rubbing against your arm and the sharpness of a needle being inserted.
âYou should start feeling the effects in about 5-10 minutes. Iâm sending you home with a packet detailing what you should expect, as well as my phone number if anything unusual happens. It might be difficult, but I want you to take detailed notes on everything you experience, and weâll review them when you come in for your next dosage.â
It proved a bit difficult to make your way home as the medicationâs effects set in. Your body felt heavy and sleepy, and you had trouble concentrating; even reading the familiar train schedule felt impossible. Thankfully, some sort of muscle memory kicked in and you made it home safely, letting your brain turn off and follow your usual routine out of habit alone. The mindlessness felt weirdly comforting, you barely realized that you had moved from your spot on the subway until you were at your front door, fishing around for your keys in your bag.
The rest of the night went by pretty uneventfully, following your usual routine, with the addition of writing down your response to the medications in the journal included with Dr. Crane had provided you with. For the first night in as long as you could remember, you settled into a deep, dreamless sleep that lasted the full night.
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A week had passed since your initial meeting, and you were in Dr. Craneâs office again to go over how the medication had affected you and to receive your next dosage. You brought the journal you had taken notes in, although you were unsure how helpful it would be since you had mostly jotted down bullet points instead of writing down your experiences in-depth. It was the most you could do, since you were having trouble concentrating after you were dosed. Shit, that was another thing you shouldâve written down.
The doctor entered quietly and greeted you with a tense smile, the kind of polite grimace youâd make upon accidentally making eye contact with a stranger in public. He motioned for you to hand over your journal of notes as he sat, and you passed it to him while trying to avoid looking at him as much as possible. He had never done anything to make you uncomfortable aside from being a bit terse, but he still gave you an uneasy feeling.Â
âLetâs look at what youâve written down. Your notes are brief, but at least theyâre organized.â
Once again, terse. It was tempting to want to interrupt and explain how hard it was to focus on writing every little thing down when you kept forgetting where you were or what you were doing, often wandering into a room only to realize you couldnât remember why you went there, but speaking up felt like too much trouble all of a sudden. After all, wasnât Dr. Crane being soooo nice, offering to help you with your anxiety?
You had no idea where that thought came from. Weird.
âGrogginess, thatâs to be expected, the drug was designed with sedative qualities. Forgetfulness, once again, not uncommon. Sleeping through the night? Good. Breast growth? Iâd like you to elaborate.â
âI started getting my appetite back and gaining weightââ
âWeight gain is typical if youâre eating more regularly than you were before,â he interjected before you could finish. God, did he think you were fucking stupid?
âBut I only seemed to gain weight around my breasts and hips.â
âAre you saying youâd rather have a double chin and beer belly?â
âWell, noâŚâ
âThen I donât see what the problem is.â
âI canât fit into any of my old bras. Bras are expensive.â It really felt like talking to a brick wall.
âUnderstood.â He scribbled a few quick notes before looking back up at you. âIs there anything else?â
âNot that I can think of.â Relief sank in when you realized this meant that your meeting was wrapping up.
âThen Iâll give you your next dose and let you go. Please continue to take notes, even if they are brief. Any information you can give me is immeasurably helpful.â He gave you what mustâve been his version of a reassuring smile, tight and forced, before motioning for you to roll up your sleeve and receive your next shot. A cold jab in the arm was administered, and you were on your way.
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The next week passed largely without note, the intense brain fog from the first dosage had lessened into a sort of ditzy forgetfulness, which was still inconvenient but easier to live with. You misplaced things, forgot what you were doing, and lost track of time regularly, but somehow it all seemed easier to just laugh off. Had it not been for a reminder on your phone, you probably wouldâve forgotten all about your weekly meeting with Dr. Crane.
The usual unease you felt around him was gone; you were almost looking forward to talking to him. He was the only one you could really talk to about everything that had happened since starting the trial, and how good youâve been feeling, how your racing thoughts have slowed, and how sometimes you didnât seem to think at all. It was a relief you never knew existed.
You were so caught up in thinking about not thinking that you hadnât noticed Dr. Crane entering, sitting down, or speaking to you until he cleared his throat impatiently.
âI said, do you have your notes from this week?â
âOh, right, here.â You casually tossed over your journal, even though your notes were even more scant than the first week. You had written just three things:Â
boobs keep growing
really sensitive
really horny!!
thoughts not happening
âThis is the second time youâve mentioned your breasts.â It didnât take long for Dr. Crane to skim your brief notes. âWould you mind showing them to me?â
Despite his relaxed posture, his stare felt about a thousand times more intense as you squirmed in your seat.
âThat feels inappropriate.â
âIâm a medical professional. I assure you, Iâm only trying to verify what youâve reported.â
Cautiously, you pulled the front of your top down, exposing yourself to him. To your surprise, doing this didnât make you feel nervous or vulnerable, despite always feeling rather timid about being seen naked in the past. Showing off for the doctor felt weirdly <i>right</i>, like the best thing you could do in any situation would be to do what he says.
He scooted forward on his wheeled office chair, leaning in to examine you closer, never losing the icily neutral look on his face. Itâs not that you wanted him to leer, but something, anything other than stony professionalism wouldâve gone a long way, especially as he reached out to touch you.
âYouâve gone up⌠two, maybe three cup sizes? Have you taken any measurements?â He cupped your round, heavy breast lightly, as if to evaluate it. His hand was surprisingly warm, you always assumed that his cold personality would extend to his touch, and that being handled by him would be like being prodded by a metal instrument.
âI dunno⌠enough that men have started being nicer to me.â Measuring hadnât even occurred to you. A lot of things stopped occurring to you. It was so much easier just letting yourself not think.
âAnd you said theyâre sensitive.â Gentle cupping had turned into squeezing, firm enough to make you aware of just how strong his hands are. You wanted to moan and lean into his touch, but you didnât want to make things any more awkward than they already were.
âYesâ you squeaked out. âReally sensitive.â
âYou also wrote down that you were, in your own words, really horny. Now, Iâm going to need some elaboration, is that an increase in sex drive, or more like constant arousal? I need you to be as descriptive as possible.â He rolled your nipple between his fingers before turning his attention to your other breast, giving it the same treatment.
âItâs both. Iâm just⌠always horny, and I come so much harder now. Sometimes I sneak off during work to rub myself in the bathroom. I canât help it, it just feels so good, so much better than it did before.â You knew it was for the study, but telling him this much, especially while he touched you like this, felt⌠weird, like it shouldnât be happening. But you didnât want it to stop.
âAre you aroused right now?â If your brain wasnât clouded by how much you were turned on, you would notice the subtle smirk on his face. Instead, you just nodded eagerly.
âNow, Iâll have to stop touching you so I can write all this down. Youâve given me some crucial information, and as a thank you, youâre welcome to grind against my shoe and get yourself off while I record everything you just told me.â He casually extended his leg as an invitation.
You dropped to your knees promptly, bare breasts bouncing with every movement, and stared up at him dumbly as you straddled his foot. He barely glanced at you while he jotted notes down, even as you rubbed yourself against the shiny black leather of his shoe. It didnât take long at all for you to climax, and when your orgasm hit you, it hit you so hard that it was honest-to-god disorienting. It took you a moment to remember where you were as you shuddered and fell backwards to the floor.
This was enough to finally get Dr. Craneâs attention. You stared back up at him with big, doe eyes as you finally realized how bizarre and even <i>wrong</i> it was for a doctor to grope you and encourage you to masturbate in front of him.
âGood girl. Cover yourself and let me give you your next dose.â
The faint bit of praise sent shocks down your spine as you pulled your top back over your breasts and climbed back into your seat, and the way Dr. Crane touched you as he administered the injection felt gentler than usual, almost tender. As soon as the drug entered your bloodstream, any apprehension you had about what just happened quickly disappeared.
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âThese⌠arenât notes in any way, shape or form.â Dr. Crane rubbed his temples in frustration as he looked at the page of doodles you handed him, mostly hearts, stars, and smiley faces.
âI couldnât think of anything to write. I thought I would make it pretty instead.â you shrugged as you sat with your legs folded in a criss-cross on the couch in his office, not noticing or caring that the position hiked up your already short skirt in a way that revealed your lacy panties. It was true, you couldnât remember a single thought, new effect, or even what you did from day to day over the past week.
âIf you canât record and report how the drugs are affecting you, you wonât be of any use to the trial and weâll have to take you off the drug.â he chided, as if explaining himself to a small child. âBecause right now, youâre just wasting my time.â
âBut I like the drug! I feel better!â you whined, rocking back and forth and pouting for emphasis. âIâll be good. I promise. Just tell me what to do.â
âCan you tell me anything? Anything at all?â His tone was becoming more condescending, to the point where it got through to even your druggy little brain. He stared at you, daring you to say something, but all you could do was stare back at him dumbly. âThatâs what I thought.â
âIâll have the nurses prepare the outtake forms. I wish you could have been more useful to me.â He spoke curtly as he stood and gathered his belongings, not even dignifying you with eye contact. You were nothing but a broken tool to be discarded.
âBut I need this!â You desperately attempted to stand and follow him as he left, but were unable to unfold your legs and spilled on the floor, catching the leg of his pants and staring back up at him with big, pleading eyes.
You were desperate, you were pathetic, you were suddenly useful again.
âIâm surprised youâre this determined to stay in the trial. I suppose we do have one last option: since youâre unable to record your own data, I will have to watch you and take notes myself. I have a spare room in my apartment that you can move into, which should be more comfortable than being committed to the hospital and allow me more access to observe you. Is that something you would consent to?â
You nodded eagerly, although youâd agree to anything as long as it meant not going back to the anxious, overthinking mess of a person that you were before. It was so much simpler being simple.
âIâm taking a big risk on you. I need you to do something for me, to show youâre serious about wanting to continue with the trial.â He gestured towards the growing bulge in his pants, which was mere inches from your face. You stared silently, not sure he was inferring, but your mouth instinctively watered and dropped open when he nudged your head towards his clothed dick.
You pawed at his tented trousers until he got impatient and undid the zipper himself and freed his erection from his boxer briefs, and you quickly got to work bobbing your head over his length, lavishing the head with your tongue. Your eyes watered as you pushed as much of his cock down your throat as you could, making yourself gag lightly but never enough to deter you. You didnât care that drool was dribbling down your chin, Dr. Craneâs cock was all that mattered.
He grasped a fistful of your hair, reinforcing the rhythm of your movements, and shoving you further down on his cock. No matter how visibly uncomfortable you were, you never pushed back or struggled, you just accepted your place as a living fucktoy. Mascara was running down your cheeks and your skin was flushed and glassy with sweat, almost looking like the plasticky sheen of a blow-up doll.
Dr. Crane grunted as he came in spurts down your throat, still tender from the rough treatment. You didnât waste a single drop of what he gave you, and ran your tongue over his slit to collect any remaining seed. Once you swallowed everything, you wiped the saliva from your face and smiled up at him sweetly.
âCan we go home now?â
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You had lost count of how many days it had been since Dr. Crane brought you home, in fact, most of your life outside of the past few weeks had been something of a blur. It didnât matter, though, as being his pretty little pet didnât require you to think much. You spent most of your days lounging about, watching porn, staring out the window, or oohing and aahing over the pretty clothes he brought home for you. It took him a while to settle on a style when he replaced your wardrobe, dressing you in everything from latex minidresses to 1950s housewife apparel, but eventually found that he favored soft, feminine babydolls in light colors like pink and white.
You were admiring the ruffled hem of the slip you were wearing when you heard him unlocking the door to his apartment, and you immediately rushed over to greet him. Seeing him was the best part of your day, and you couldnât wait to sit in his lap and talk to him about your busy day of watching yourself edge in front of the mirror.
It had become something of a routine, he would settle into his favorite recliner after coming home from work, and youâd straddle him with your breasts in his face while he felt you up and vented about whatever was bothering him. His job at the university was soooo stressful, apparently conducting experiments on unwitting students is âfrowned upon,â whatever that meant. You were always happy to make him feel better.
ââŚand the dean canât even appreciate the validity of my work. Opening up the skull of a live subject is the most reliable way to observe changes in the brain, regardless of whether or not the ethics board likes it.â You had no idea what he was even talking about, but you did your best to seem sympathetic, hugging his neck and pulling his head into your chest.
âMy day was hard, too. My vibrator stopped working and I had to rub myself by hand.â
âDid you try changing the batteries?â
You thought about what he said for a few seconds and fell into a fit of giggles.
âDuh! Batteries go in the vibrator! Youâre so smart, you always think of the best things.â
âThatâs why I do all the thinking in the relationship. You just look pretty and keep your holes ready.â He frowned at you in faux concern, as if you were capable of having thoughts of your own.
âI do keep my holes ready!â You bounced excitedly in his lap. You were so, so good at having holes and keeping them ready. Dr. Crane even told you so.
âWanna show me how nice and ready they are?" his hands skimmed over your body, from the top of your waist down to your thighs and then around back to your ass, which he squeezed firmly, making you gasp softly. You raised the hem of your slip and pulled your panties to the side, revealing your pussy, which was wet from edging all day. You were never allowed to let yourself come while he was gone, that was a special privilege that only he was allowed to give you.
âBeautiful. And your ass?â
You rose from his lap, turned around, and bent over to show him the plug youâve had in for the past hour.
âI started with the small one and put the bigger one in when you texted me, just like you asked." The plugs always felt weird and you didn't like the bigger ones, but if Dr. Crane wanted you to wear them, then obviously there was a good reason. Heâs so handsome and smart, youâd do anything he said.
âGood girl." His praise made your heart sing as he fucked the toy in and out of you. He knew anal play frustrated you, and it was so cute to watch as you tried not to squirm as the bulbous plug disappeared in your ass. Maybe heâd lock your pussy away in a chastity belt and make you masturbate anally all day instead of your usual edging.
Dr. Crane could hardly believe how much his little experiment had changed you. When he started the trial, it was mainly to indulge his curiosity about how the antidote to his fear toxin would affect people with no fear toxin exposure, and most of the other participants reacted to it the same way they would to any other common anxiolytic, save for one particularly unfortunate person who had their fear response reduced so drastically that they walked into oncoming traffic without realizing it was dangerous. But you? You turned into the perfect fuckdoll: always aroused, eager to please, and too oblivious to notice the strange hours he kept as both a professor and as Scarecrow.
Of course, there were some down sides: he had hoped to mold you into something of a stepford wife, not only taking care of his needs in the bedroom but other domestic duties as well. Yet after your third time nearly setting the kitchen on fire while trying to cook a simple meal, he had to accept that you had simply become too airheaded to trust with anything but sex.
âCan we fuck now? My pussy needs you." You whined, interrupting the train of thought that had pulled Dr. Craneâs focus away from you.
âGood girls don't whine like that, sweetheart. I could fuck you, but for that I think Iâll make you wait until after dinner.â He chided. You were so much fun to toy with when you got desperate.
"But I am a good girl! Let me show you.â You pouted and begged.
âIf youâre an extra good girl, youâll be quiet while Iâm cooking dinner and then we can fuck.â His tone was equal parts syrupy and condescending, âif not, you can spend the rest of the night gagged and locked in your cage. The choice is yours.â
Not wanting to spend the night locked in a dog crate, you crossed your arms and sulked, but nevertheless obeyed as you sunk into the couch. Your needy little pussy was aching, but you had to be a good girl for Dr. Crane. Even if it was mean and bad and unfair and⌠Oh? Thereâs a plate being placed in front of you, dinner must be ready already.
As soon as Dr. Crane sat down beside you, you snuggled into his side. Physical affection wasnât something he was used to before bringing you home, and it took him some time to come around to it, but now he was actually starting to enjoy the amount of cuddles and kisses you desired from him. Spooning on the couch while trying to eat wasnât the most practical thing in the world, although you were determined to find a way to bury your face in his chest while also stuffing it with mashed potatoes.
âSomeoneâs needy tonight,â he teased as he stroked your hair.
You just hummed contentedly and nuzzled your face into his neck. He was warm and smelled nice, like everything in the apartment. The one time you tried opening the window, it smelled like rot and gasoline, and made you sad and scared as it filled your head with vague memories of your old life.
Dinner passed comfortably and quietly, even as you squirmed to find a position that let you eat and snuggle at the same time. Dr. Craneâs attention was largely on the nightly news playing on the television, nodding along with the crime report. The news was mostly boring to you, except for that one weird time that a woman who looked like you and had your name was reported missing. Dr. Crane told you not to worry about it, though, so you didnât.
âIâd say youâve been a very good girl this evening,â Dr. Crane shifted to face you. âWould you like to join me in the bedroom?â
âWhatâs in the bedroom?â You stared blankly.
âSex, sweetheart. Iâm asking you if you would like to have sex.â Dr. Crane rubbed his temples. Perhaps drugging your brains out but leaving you just smart enough to talk was a mistake.
Sex! Sex was exactly what you wanted! Sex was what you dreamed about all day, edging your pussy and thinking of Dr. Crane. Your face lit up, which he took as a sign to lead you to the bedroom.
As you approached the bed, he toyed with the strap of your chemise, gliding it off your shoulder so it hung suggestively.
âI want this off.â His voice was soft, but his unblinking gazes held all the authority in the world over you.
âYes, sir.â You made quick work of the garment, pulling it over your head and flinging it to the floor.
âPanties, too.â
Those silently slid off next, leaving you completely nude while he remained fully clothed.
Dr. Craneâs breath stilled for a moment as he took in the sight in front of him. It only took a few weeks of being dosed for your body to reshape into a bouncy hourglass, with full breasts, a slim, defined waist, and a round ass with thighs to match. A soft, trimmed patch of hair adorned your pussy, just above the lips, with everything else kept bare. Occasionally youâd have your pubic hair waxed into a heart, which he found ridiculous, but was easy enough to overlook if it kept you happy.
Once he was done drinking in the sight of your body, he gently shoved you onto the bed and guided your legs open, settling in between. His hand made its way to your eager little pussy, spreading the lips and pressing inside, making you shudder in pleasure.
âHave you been this wet for me all day, baby?â His voice now a low rasp, thick with desire.
âMmmhmm,â you hummed in affirmation, too lost in the sensation to form words.
âGod, youâre good for me.â He growled as he dived on top of you, kissing your neck and fondling your breasts. You couldnât help but moan when he rolled your nipple between his fingers, tugging lightly. You were always responsive, but especially when he played with your tits.
He trailed soft bites down from your neck to your nipples, gently nipping at any skin he could grasp between his teeth. Once he got to your chest, he got more aggressive, sinking his teeth into you until you whimpered in pain. Your breasts were his favorite. He had never given much thought to the âtits or ass?â question before, but now that he could come home to a soft, inviting pair to play with and suck, he knew where his preference lied.
Feeling satisfied that your nipples were now swollen and pink from both arousal and abuse, Dr. Crane removed himself from on top of you to once again admire your needy body and tease your cunt. Even when he was just fucking you with his fingers, you moaned and rolled your hips as if it was the best thing youâve ever felt. Some nights it could drag on for hours, he would stimulate you with just his hands or a toy only to withdraw before you could climax, giving pleasure and taking it away over and over to see just how desperate he could make you. It was no secret that Dr. Crane was a sadist, and watching you squirm, cry, and beg was almost as good to him as coming inside of you.
Tonight was different, though, he wanted to fuck. He pulled his fingers out of you and freed himself from his trousers and underwear, making a show of rubbing his cock with the wet essence covering his fingers as he lined himself up with your tight, eager hole. He pushed himself in slowly, savoring how hot and slick you felt around him.
Your life revolved around his cock. If you werenât sucking on it or being filled by it, you were fantasizing about the next time you would have it inside of you. And now that you were being given exactly what you were craving, you couldn't get enough, grinding back against Dr. Crane every time his hips met yours.
No longer satisfied with the languid pace he had set earlier, Dr. Crane pulled back slightly, helping to lift your hips and push your legs towards your chest, essentially folding you in half so he could penetrate you deeper and harder. His new rhythm was merciless as his fingers dug into your thighs, pistoning his hips and fucking you like his life depended on it. Whatever frustration he felt with his job, his colleagues, and his extracurricular activities, he was now taking out on your pussy and all you could do was grip the sheets and take it.Â
Between the powerless feeling reinforced by his rough treatment and the way his cock was hitting your g-spot, you couldn't help but let your eyes roll back in ecstasy. You were fulfilling your ultimate purpose as Dr. Craneâs pet: a pretty toy to play with and look at, and an inviting set of holes to fuck. You could come from the thought alone if you were allowed to orgasm without permission. You met each of his thrusts with short, staccato moans as you arched your back beneath him, sticking out your chest as your breasts bounced with every hammering movement.
Dr. Craneâs breath grew ragged as he approached his own climax, and his motions changed from a fluid rhythm to jerky, rough thrusts.
âPlay with your clit. Come for me."
Finally given the permission youâve been needing all evening, you began rubbing yourself vigorously as he continued ramming his cock into you. It didn't take much to push you over the edge, and as your orgasm hit, you moaned so loud and luridly that it would make most seasoned pornographers blush.
Dr. Crane wasn't nearly as noisy as he joined you in orgasmic bliss, panting heavily as he filled you with his seed. Once he found himself thoroughly drained, he collapsed next to you and silently attempted to catch his breath as you rolled over and snuggled up to his chest.
âLet's go again!" you excitedly chirped while reaching for his softened cock.
âLater, sweetheart, I need to rest.â He had no idea how you recovered so quickly. "Why don't you play with yourself while you're full of my come? I know you like that.â
"It's not the same,â you begged. "I need your cock.â
"How about this,â Dr. Crane's clinical doctor voice was back. "You can warm my cock in your mouth while I grade papers, and once I'm good and ready, Iâll fuck your throat while you ride one of your dildos.â
You made a happy little squeal as you smiled and hugged him tightly. He took such good care of you, keeping you so well-fucked. You had everything you could ever want: you were safe, you were loved, you were happy. And all you had to do was let your brain be turned into cotton candy.
#cillian murphy fic#cillian murphy smut#cillian murphy x reader#jonathan crane x reader#jonathan crane smut
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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 86 (Family Drama)
The next evening, before Heather and Conrad left for their date, her youngest sister, Hazel, arrived in Brindleton Bay to watch her niece and nephew.
Ash excitedly called to her from the computer as soon as she walked in the door. "Aunt Hazel, Aunt Hazel, come check out my new game!"
"Thanks for driving out here so Conrad and I can have a night out," Heather said. "The security cameras are working and Conrad's getting the kids fed before we go, so just get them to bed at a decent hour and no horror movies."
"It's just food colouring," she protested, but with Heather's stern glance she nodded obediently. "Sorry, Ashy. No Moonlight Massacre tonight, after all."
Heather changed the subject before Ash could complain. "I'm sad you won't be in town when we're in Henford this weekend to meet River and Cass' new baby boy. Dad says you don't call home enough."
Hazel laughed. "Dad tells me you don't call enough! None of us could ever call home enough. River still lives there and Dad probably thinks he doesn't get to see enough of him, either."
"Missing out on Dad guilt tripping us to visit for a political conference in San Myshuno's pretty cool, though. Ash, that's enough game time. Conrad's almost finished making your dinner."
Ash moaned, but he turned off the computer and headed for the kitchen as Hazel picked up her niece for a cuddle in her unicorn onesie. "I'm kind of glad to be out of Henford for the night to get in time with Ashy and Lava. Has that weird old dude been a problem lately?"
Heather made sure Ash was out of earshot. "Not since the restraining order," she said, the relief on her face more than evident. "And you're stuck on those nicknames, huh? I thought nicknames were too corny for you."
"It's not my fault your kids are just as cool as volcanoes, big sis."
Heather grinned. Hazel, the baby of their family, could get away with anything and dripped charm to spare, but Heather could tell something was weighing on her mind. "Are you doing okay?"
Hazel took a deep breath, setting Lavender down before she moved to the sofa. "What made you realize you wanted to be single when we were in high school?"
Heather laughed. "It was just easier than having feelings. It's still easier than having feelings, but finding the right person is better. What's wrong?"
She frowned. "What if Nicola and I got married too young? We're different people than we were as teens. When her dad died of a heart attack a few months ago, it felt like I wasn't married to the same person anymore. I know she's grieving, but what if we didn't wait long enough into young adulthood to figure it all out?"
Heather could empathize with her sister's confusion over love and relationships. Not too long ago, Heather would have found it unthinkable to offer her siblings, of all people, relationship advice, but Conrad had shown her what great love could be.
"You know I've never been very flirty or romantic, and I held on to my relationship with Malcolm too long because I didn't think I deserved any better. I'd never recommend it, but I also know Nicola's not Malcolm Landgraab. If you trust her, you can tell her the truth."
Hazel nodded. "No, she's definitely not like Malcolm."
"If you're truly unhappy, don't force it because you think you're supposed to. But if you're asking me, I think it means there's still some fight in you to keep it together."
(Lovestruck's new relationship and chemistry features went after Hazel and her new wife, and I'm rolling with it to see what happens. I cheated their relationship back up a bit - as if what Heather said encouraged her to fight a little more - and we'll see how it goes with them.
The way I said that probably gave away what might happen but pfft you don't know!)
Grateful for her eldest sister's advice, Hazel turned her attention back to Lavender, while Heather joined Ash and Conrad in the kitchen.
"Tomorrow night we'll pack some things into your backpack for your weekend at your dad's," Heather said to her son. "He'll pick you up after school on Friday and take you to his place for the weekend."
"He'll probably send their driver like usual," he shrugged. "But Ray's cool."
"What do you mean, 'like usual?'"
Ash looked at her with confusion etched on his face. "Daddy's reporting til seven on the news every weeknight, Mommy!"
Heather stared at Conrad, wide-eyed. "He told me he does those hits pre-recorded."
"He always sends Ray, and Ray always takes me to get ice cream before we get to Daddy's penthouse. Why do you look pretend happy, Mommy? I love ice cream!"
"Your mom just hasn't met Ray, buddy."
"But Mommy, he's not a stranger. He's Ray!"
Heather plastered a smile, and Conrad reached under the table to caress her clenched fist. "I'll be at school on Friday afternoon when Ray's there to pick you up at three," she said. "If he's as nice as you say, I don't want him to be a stranger to me."
Ash smiled. "Okay, Mommy, that's a good a idea."
Heather felt constantly undermined by the Landgraabs. But there was little she could say without disappointing her son, and she didn't want bitterness to affect her night with Conrad. ->
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NOTE: Their date continues Monday but tomorrow there will be a bonus post inspired by @purplesimmer455! đ
NOTE 2: Also noting, since this is an episode where nothing much seems to be happening, there are a few subtle hints in here, too, about how Conrad is on a pedestal, especially when Heather compares him to Malcolm, even though we all know he's keeping this massive secret from her, too.
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#hot take that doesnt feel that 'hot' if ur kid is going thru one of the most traumatic experiences of their lives#and having to do it TOTALLY alone despite it not at all being a one person job#but thats just circumstance and how the cookie crumbled#and then you offer to come pick them up and drive them home for a week of help and relaxation once the experience is over since that's#all you can offer at the time#its. kinda a fucked up move to then back out when the time comes for said promised r&r#esp when u dont seem to understand [or maybe worse yet you Do but don't care] that ur child CLUNG to and FANTASIZED abt the relief that was#on the horizon for WEEKS of HELL. like 'just a little longer and then I will finally have some help.'#'just a little longer and then I can rest'#'just a few more days and then I can lay low and recoup some expenses and have meals I don't have to solely cook whilst also rehabbing a#sick dog and trying to maintain a home whilst also working full time'#only to get to 'the day' and get a 'its not going to work out after all sorry....we are just so Busy prepping for our travel abroad next#month you know? it would be too Stressful to have a third person in the house'#YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME ABT STRESS RIGHT NOW????? BE SO FOR REAL----#like if u werent free fine. u dont owe me shit im grown. BUT2 PROMISE IT AND REAFFIRM IT TIME AFTER TIME AND THEN BACK OUT IN THE 11TH HOUR#SERIOUSLY???#I love them but this. fucking Hurts. and I had to pretend it Didnt so as to not make a scene
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Third Wheel
Dark!SatoSugu x reader
(Warnings: Yandere, dark content, dark, misogynistic language, delusional behavior, kidnapping, blood, violence, +ShokoHime x reader, choking (not in the sexy way tho), threesomes, oral!F!recieving)
Synopsis: Regardless of what Satoru and Suguru tell you, you've always felt left out in this relationship. But when you leave, you quickly find out there's no line your ex-lovers won't cross to get you back
Word Count: 7.3k
When you come home that night, they're already cuddled together, watching TV.Â
It's cute. Your boyfriends were always so loose with their affection. When Suguru was cooking, Satoru would lean on his back, more than happy to talk his ear off. Suguru would hold Satoru's waist, steadying him, being his anchor. At night, you'd catch them reaching for each other, trying to hold hands even in their sleep.Â
It's clear to even the blind: they are soulmates.Â
And you were just extra baggage.Â
You don't know how you caught their eyes, but this past year was fun. They've been sweet, both of them have. Inviting you into their lives, into their home, into their bed. Everything moved so fast, but you didn't mind. You were young and a bit spontaneous. Two beautiful men showing a glimpse of interest in you wasn't something you could pass up. This was nice, while it lasted.Â
But unlike them, you aren't forever. Their bond would never come close to anything they could have with you.Â
It took a while for you to accept that, but eventually, you did.Â
"Hey, babe," Satoru calls. "Rough day?" He lazily waves you over. Suguru grunts, before shifting over to make space.Â
Despite it all, you're a coward. You don't announce it; you just stare at them. Fondly. Yes, this was nice. You don't think you could handle telling them, though; that would be too much. Seeing how little they cared would break you.Â
"Yeah." You give. "Rough day."Â
You weave through the house. It's theirs. Not yours. That they've made clear. You're an afterthought. It's the little things. Their toothbrushes are together, yours on the other side of the sink. Their shoes were neatly stacked side by side, and yours were always tucked away in a corner. Left out. Forgotten. Why wouldn't it be like that? They've been together for years. You were still an outsider.Â
You only have a little to grab. You just grab your extra clothes, the hair clips you have a terrible habit of leaving around. Just a few items. And then the bedroom looks like you'd never been there at all.Â
When you come back out, they don't notice your suitcase. Satoru laughs loudly at something happening on screen. Suguru chides him sternly. Good. It's better this way, you think as you take your suitcase to your car. You don't need any additional heartbreak.Â
You make a few more rounds, collecting everything you need. Suguru only catches you when you are about to leave their house forever.Â
"Angel?" He calls. "Where are you going?"Â
He's looking at you, head tilted in mild curiosity. You manage to smile, looking down at your car keys.Â
"Out for a drive." You shrug. "I'll be back."Â
Suguru takes it at face value. He lets you go with a small 'have fun'. The walk to the car is heavy. Metal dumbbells on your shoulders.Â
When you get in the seat, you finally allow yourself to sob.Â
~
I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore
That's how you ended the wall of text before blocking them. It was the coward's way out.Â
"No." Utahime's quick to tell you. "It's the only way. Those bastards would've never let you go otherwise."Â
You shouldn't be so quick to listen to her, considering she hates them both. Still, she was more than happy to offer you her home while you picked yourself back up, and started looking for an apartment. You'll humor her for the time being.Â
"She's right," Shoko pipes up. Her dark circles are even more prominent tonight. You guiltily think it has more to do with you than with her patients, but she and Utahime have insisted that you stay with them.Â
"It was for my sake, more than theirs." You say honestly, tucking yourself into the couch. "They...don't care about me. At least, not like they do each other."Â
Utahime rolls her eyes. "You are blind." She says. "Those two were obsessed with you. I'm just glad you got out while you could."Â
You laugh, but it beats crying all over again. Utahime doesn't find what she said as funny. She chides you again, something about being oblivious before she settles down to watch the movie she put on. Shoko falls asleep right at the intermission. Her head falls against your shoulder. Utahime leans against you too. And it's nice to have friends to fill the void they left.Â
~
Satoru appears first.Â
You woke up later than you would have liked. Your eyes are itchy and red from crying all night. Utahime was more than happy to give you her guestroom, but you know you can't take advantage of her kindness for too long. Tomorrow, you'll start apartment hunting.Â
Today, you'd sit on the couch and eat ice cream.Â
When you go downstairs, you hear a hushed whisper. Utahime's by the door, using her body to keep someone out. She looks angry.Â
"-No one's here but me. Now get the fuck off my property." She seethes.Â
You recognize his voice. You aren't ready. "Have you heard anything? Anything at all?"Â
"No." Utahime gripes. "So go, Gojo-"Â
He catches your eyes. Your heart gets stuck in your throat.Â
He's taller than her. It takes little to no effort to barrel through her body, easily shoving her aside to get to you. You flinch, his touch burns when he grabs you, pulling you into his arms.Â
"Oh, baby." He sighs into your hair. "There you are. Missed you."Â
It's too soon. You aren't ready. You can still feel the emotions bubble up from that night, when you collapsed in Utahime's arms, sobbing your heart out. This wasn't fair. They never made it fair.Â
You cast a glance at Utahime. She was scowling, close to boiling right over the edge. It gives you enough strength to try to push Gojo off, but he only lets go, when he wants to.Â
"Okay." He smiles, reaching down to grab your hand. "C'mon. Let's go home. You had us both so worried for a sec, but if we explain everything to Suguru it'll be okay."Â
You find your voice then. As well as your strength. His grip on your hand isn't all that tight. It slips away when you gently shake him off. Satoru stops, confused.Â
"Satoru..." You start. "Didn't you get my text?"Â
He rolls his shoulders, agitated. "Yeah, but-but it doesn't matter."Â
There it was. His lovable personality. Casual careless, nonchalance. For once, you aren't annoyed by it. Maybe your grief made you numb to it.Â
"I did mean it," you say as plainly as you can, "every word."Â
He freezes. You smile at Utahime.Â
"Could you give us some time?" You ask.Â
She frowns, but she's never been able to say no to you.Â
"Ten minutes." She finally says, before she's marching back to the kitchen. You still hear her muttering while leading Satoru back to your room.Â
"I'm sorry." He says when the door shuts behind him.Â
"For what?"Â
He runs a hand through his hair, taking off those glasses he loves so much. You can't look him in the eyes for too long. It brings up too many memories.Â
"I fucked up, right?" He says, he sounds desperate. You've never heard him sound like this before. "I'm sorry. I dunno what I did, but I'm sorry."Â
You shrug, picking at the lint of your sleeves. "You didn't do anything. I just...it felt like a good point to just-"Â
"-Leave us?" He cuts in. "Come home, baby. I'm so sorry, just come home and we'll figure this out." You look away because you can feel the tears burn up.Â
"You didn't do anything." You insist, but your voice is weaker.Â
"Was it Suguru? Did he do some bullshit?" Satoru interrogates. "What'd he do? I'll kick his ass, I promise." You hide your smile underneath your sleeves.Â
"He didn't do anything either," you assure, "neither of you did."Â
He's getting more and more desperate. "Then why did you leave us? What's wrong with us? Why can't we go home and talk this out? Please come back, baby; home doesn't feel like home without you."Â
Isn't this what you wanted? A confession. Evidence that they wanted you just as much as they wanted each other. Satoru certainly did. Suguru did, too, considering how hurt Satoru implied him to be. A week ago, you might have been over the moon, too wallowed in self-pity to do anything but agree, run back into their arms, and willingly sink back into 2nd place all over again.Â
But the thought of going back to their home makes you feel sick.Â
"I can't." You decide. "I just can't. It's over, Satoru."Â
I'm sorry. You keep that last line to yourself because you're too scared to crack in front of him. Shatter. Splinter.Â
Satoru doesn't share the same sentiment. You hear movement, and when you look up, he's crying.Â
A part of you wants to hug him, but you hold yourself back because he isn't yours anymore, and maybe he never was. Still, it hurts seeing him like this. The piece of you that still wanted him is ready to forgive and forget. Your vindictiveness keeps it at bay.Â
"That's not fucking fair." He's saying through his tears, even when he's crying, he's beautiful, "You-you can't just ditch us like this. You don't get it; we can't live without you. It's killing us; you're killing us, baby." He staggers forward, in a way that makes you afraid he might fall. In the end, he just collapses on the bed. Eventually, you take a seat next to him.Â
He's looking around, you catch him eyeing the pile of clothes in the laundry basket. The hair ties on top of the drawer. The plushies on the bed. You think it might finally be starting to sink that that you're truly gone.Â
"Suguru can't sleep these days, y'know that?" He starts, a sardonic laugh in his throat. "He pretends to, but he can't. He stays up all night just wishing you'd come home. The guy is miserable without you, and you can't even gimme a fucking answer."Â
His voice cuts you just the way it's supposed to. You wince, feeling his words slice into his skin, finding their way into your heart. You look at his shoes for a moment. He didn't bother to remove them. Maybe that's another reason why Utahime was so pissed.Â
"I was starting to feel like an afterthought with you two." You speak. "I mean, it makes sense, you two were together, first. I thought the barrier would just take time to go away....but then it didn't."Â
How many times has Suguru taken Satoru's hand over yours? How many times has Satoru forgotten your drink but not Suguru's? How many inside jokes you didn't understand? You always felt petty for being jealous over the tiniest things, but those tiny things kept getting bigger and bigger until it felt like they'd been purposely building that barrier themselves.
You were sick of feeling like the third wheel in your relationship.Â
"Baby..." Satoru's voice is tinged in guilt and you can't look at him because you can feel the tears start to well up. "I-I didn't realize." He grabs your hand.Â
"Come home." He pleads. "We'll fix it, I promise. We'll be better. We'll do better."Â
You shake your head, slipping away from his grip.Â
"It's too late." Your voice is shaky. Please let him not notice. Please, please, please for once can his oblivious about everything but his one and only work in your favor? "You can't fix anything, Satoru. Not now."Â
"You haven't even given us a chance to-"Â
"You should go." You stand up. Satoru follows you out the door. Utahime's already outside. She catches your eyes and nods.Â
"Gojo." She speaks, tone clipped. "Get the fuck out of my house."Â
He stills, frozen like the prettiest painting in the world. His eyes turn to ice as he stares at her. Utahime doesn't budge. If anything, she advances, pulling you close, acting like a human barrier between you and your ex-boyfriend. You take it immediately, nestling into her side, taking refuge from his icy stare.Â
There's silence. You only relax when you hear his footsteps fade and the door slams ricochets into the apartment. And that's when you break down into Utahime's arms completely, letting her coo you into comfort.Â
"Maybe I am being overdramatic," you say when Shoko comes back later that day. Utahime was enraged since Satoru left, pacing around the apartment. It's only after both you and Shoko coaxed her back into the couch that she calms down enough to take a seat next to you.Â
"Maybe this whole thing is ridiculous. I-I should just go back and-"
"No." Shoko is immediately saying voice firm. "Absolutely Not."Â
You can smell the hint of smoke when she came back from the hospital. You try not to assume it's because of you.Â
"No way in hell are we letting you go back there after what he did." Utahime gripes.Â
"He didn't do anything." You argue. "I swear, I-I was just...being pathetic."Â
Warm hands lift your head up. You struggle, still shuddering from your sobs as Utahime forces you to look at her.Â
Her eyes are brown. Not as glittery as Satoru's, who's eyes shine like the burning sun itself. Not like Suguru, with his celestial purple. No, hers are just brown.Â
You didn't realize how beautiful brown eyes could be. Not just the color of home; the color of chocolate; the color of brownies. The way the light cast down at them made them deep and dark, like a night sky. If you looked closer, you could see tiny stars swimming around.Â
"Listen. Are you listening?" When you nod, her voice softens. She tucks your hair behind your ear.Â
"You deserve better." She insists. "You deserve better than them. So so much better. I know you can't see it right now, but there is better out there waiting for you." Her voice loses all momentum all at once. "Just...trust me, okay?"Â
Her desperation to be heard makes you smile a bit. You nod. Her frown loosens, just the tiniest bit. She relaxes.Â
"Thanks," you say after a beat. "I...I needed that. I'm glad I have goods friends."Â
Utahime's hands drop from your face. She collapses into the couch cushions with a groan. Shoko laughs.Â
"Told you." Shoko says, mirth and alcohol on her tongue.Â
Utahime flips her off, and Shoko takes her place. She settles into your side.Â
"They were assholes." She tells you. "Forget about them. And she's right, you deserve better."Â
You were glad they were there for you, even when you weren't there for yourself. It felt nice that they cared. Vouched, Advocated for your comfort. They made better boyfriends than your old boyfriends ever did. Their support helped heal the Satoru and Suguru-sized holes left in your heart. Every day became a bit better.Â
When Suguru eventually turned up, you were a bit more prepared.Â
He's a bit nicer than Satoru was. He actually knocks, instead of relentlessly pounding on the door. He doesn't barrel through Shoko when he spots you cowering behind her. His face betrays nothing. He's still. A polite smile is stretched on his lips. Shoko isn't happy about letting him into her home, but when she glances at you, you nod. You needed to do this. You needed closure.Â
And so did Suguru.Â
You don't speak to him until you're shut in your room. Geto cuts the silence first.Â
"How have you been?" He asks nicely.Â
"Good." You respond. "You?"Â
"Good."Â
Conversation stilts. You don't know what to say. Luckily, your ex is never the man who stays silent for long.Â
"How's living with Shoko and Utahime been?" He asks, "I'm surprised you've put up with them for this long. They were pretty scary in high school."Â
"I bet you two were scarier." You counter.Â
He smiles. It's soft, looks good on him. You find yourself smiling back. When you take a seat on the the of the bed, he doesn't follow. You don't know whether to feel glad or not.Â
"Yeah, I'm not the proudest of those times." He admits with a sheepish laugh.Â
It dies down, and you know the artificial barrier between you two has broken. You shift, waiting for the inevitable.Â
"Satoru told me what happened." He sighs. "I'm sorry, Angel. We-I didn't know how you felt. Everything was so perfect, I just thought you felt the same."Â
"It's fine." You assure, and this time, your throat doesn't clog up, and your eyes don't feel itchy. "Really. It's-it's fine."Â
"It's not." Suguru shakes his head. "You'd be in bed with us if it were."Â
That comment pricks something deep within your skin. You swallow, turning away from his piercing purple eyes. They were much like Satoru's. Breathtaking, you could stare at them for hours. You used to.Â
But now, you don't have that desire anymore.Â
And maybe now that you aren't so attached, maybe you could try being a little more honest.Â
"I was jealous." You finally admit. "I couldn't help it. I-I always felt like I was fighting within my relationship. You two were so much closer to each other than I was. Than I ever could be, honestly."Â
Suguru frowns, troubled.Â
"That's not true." He insists, soft, but something's burning underneath his tone. "Satoru and I have history, but that doesn't mean-"Â
"I was runner-up." You cut him off. "For both of you. Looking back, I'm not really upset. It was always impossible for anything to come between the two of you. This-" You gesture between you and him "-was always inevitable."Â
"It's my fault." You smile at him, hoping it comes across as sincere as you feel. "I couldn't stand being second place."Â
He moves then, kneeling in front of you. Eyes the widest you've ever seen them. He catches your hands in his. You let him. A parting gift.Â
"Angel." He starts. "We never once thought of you as that."Â
You shrug. "It doesn't matter." You reply. "It's how I always felt. You can't really change the way I feel about things, Suguru."Â
You think he's realizing that he's beginning to lose you. His grip gets tighter as if he can physically keep you with him at the very least. He shifts until he's right at your knees, looking up at you desperately.Â
"Come back." He insists, abandoning his persuasions. "Just...come back. At least for a little while? We can try again, can't we? Just give us a second chance?"Â
It's strange, they don't look too similar, but you can see the similarities. Wow, they're just perfect for each other, aren't they? Yin and Yang. Two halves; one whole.Â
You were always a leftover. You just had to learn that the hard way, through days of heartbreak, crying, and sobbing your heart out. It took you awhile to understand that the affection they had for each other is different from the affection they had for you.Â
You shake your head. His hands nearly crush yours.Â
"I love you."Â
It takes you a while to figure out what he said. When it does sink in, your world tilts. Your heart stops at his abrupt declaration and you must stare at him because why? At first, you think he's just desperate: lovebombing. And then you look into his eyes, his sincerity. No, he means it. It makes you feel worse.Â
"Satoru does, too, but you know him-he'd rather die than admit something like that." Suguru gives a bitter laugh, one you find familiar even after all this time. "I've always wanted to tell you but thought it was too soon. I thought we had all the time in the world." His voice tapers so he doesn't have to say the obvious but clearly you three didn't.Â
You want to reach over, tuck a stray lock behind his ear but you stop yourself because he isn't yours anymore. You gave it all away when you ran. Instead, you curl your hands around his in silent understanding.Â
You don't know how you didn't realize it before, but Suguru is less put together than usual. His hair is typically well-groomed and shiny, but now you see split ends. His eyes are clear and bright, but today...they aren't. A dull purple. Hazy violet.Â
He's miserable.Â
You did this. This was all you.Â
"Satoru misses you," he says, "always had. Barely smiles anymore. I don't think I can blame him."Â
They loved you. They love you. This was all what you wanted. Just a bit of recognition. There's a tiny part of you that's still itching to jump back in Suguru's arms, kiss him until you're out of breath 'just kidding! it was a prank! let's go home!'Â and then you two would leave hand-in-hand back to Satoru.Â
Going back to them would make them happy, but not you.
But Shoko was right. You deserved better.Â
 "It'll get better." You assure. "You'll heal."Â
Day by day, the cracks in your heart start to seal. Bit by bit. It may never heal over completely, but you know you'll be okay one day. And they'll be alright too. Who knows, maybe in a couple years, you'll all laugh at this.Â
Suguru shakes his head and stands up. His eyes are just the bit glassy, but he's blinking them away before anything gives. It's just like him, honestly, so you're not too upset.Â
"You don't get it." He's smiling, not quite in humor. "I don't think you'll ever do but..." He trails off, mid-thought.Â
"But what?" You press.Â
Then he sighs and closes his eyes. When he looks at you again, his signature pleasantly cold smile is on his face.Â
"I did all I could, I think." He turns around, abrupt. "I'll see myself out."Â
You're caught off-guard by his sudden departure, but by the time you're following him, Shoko's already leading him out the front door, locking it with exasperation.Â
"Is that it?" She asks. "They won't be barging in anytime soon, right?"Â
You stare out the window, watching as Suguru gets in his car. Something bubbled in your stomach.Â
~
It was one of those nights. Shoko had come back early. Utahime was back from the school. You had planned a cute little evening for the girls and a relaxing night in. You had everything: wine, freshly-prepared dinner, a cheesy horror movie, and an announcement you're sure they were more than happy to hear.
You had just settled down the blanket when you hear Shoko come through the door. You take off her coat before she can even touch it, excitedly flitting around her.Â
"What's gotten you in such a good mood?" Shoko asks, her dark circles even more profound than before. You don't have to feel guilty about those for long.Â
"You'll see!" You chirp back.Â
Utahime strolls out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower. Her hair is still wet. You'll ask if you can blow dry it later.Â
"That's what you've been saying for nearly an hour now." Utahime groans. "Just tell us already. Or at least, me."
"Patience." You chastise. "But, it's a good surprise, I promise."Â
She's not satisfied, but she sits down anyway. They eat dinner, complimenting your skills all the while. You preen at their praise. It's a stark contrast between Suguru and Satoru, how cold they'd often been whenever you did something nice for them: tilted smiles, less-than-receptive words of 'oh baby you didn't have to'.Â
As you lived with both couples, you can see the similarities. Utahime's temper is close to Satoru's, but that's where the similarities stop. She's more serious and less likely to blow off your feelings with a playful huff. Shoko and Suguru share the same laid-back personality, but Shoko is always there to listen to you instead of cutting you off with condescending sympathy.Â
Wow, maybe Satoru and Suguru were a little more shitty than you initially thought.Â
Eventually, the night draws to a close. They're drunk, full, and smiling. Perfect. You clear your throat just when Shoko refills her fourth glass.Â
"Again, I'd really like to thank you for letting me stay." You start. "It meant so much to me to have two amazing people to support me like this. So, thank you."Â
Utahime smiles. "Don't thank us," she says, "again, you can stay for as long as you want-forever, honestly!"Â
You nod. "Well, I don't think I have to do that anymore."Â
Shoko freezes mid-sip.Â
"What?" She asks.Â
"I talked to my parents." You tell them, oblivious to their stone faces. "And I'm going to move back in with them, just until I get back on my feet. Isn't that great? Now, you two won't have to-"Â
You stop when you finally notice how cold they look. Utahime looks close to tears.Â
"What's wrong?" You ask.Â
"You're leaving?" Utahime asks, her voice nearly cracks. "Why?"Â
That...wasn't what you were expecting. Shouldn't they be glad the third wheel is finally out of their house? Why does Utahime look so heartbroken? Why is Shoko so quiet? What was going on?
"Isn't-isn't this what you wanted?" You fumble with your words. "Now, you don't have to share the house with me anymore. It'll be just the two of you again."Â
They exchange glances, and it reminds you of those secret conversations Suguru and Satoru used to have. Except this time, you can read their faces.Â
"What if...we don't want it to be just the two of us anymore?" Shoko starts, hesitant, reproachful like she's approaching a scared wild animal.Â
Your eyebrows scrunch. "I don't understand."Â
At that, Utahime drops her head in her hands. "Oh, c'mon! We've been doing this for weeks! You can't be that oblivious-"Â
And then, she stops herself. Looks at you. You stare right back, and the three of you have the exact same realization at the exact same time.Â
"Oh." You breathe.Â
"Oh." Utahime whispers.Â
"We're all idiots." Shoko says behind her glass.Â
"Wait wait. Hold on." You backtrack. "You-you two want...with me?"Â
"Yes!" Utahime exclaims. "Yes! God, now everything makes sense. I thought you were just trying to let us down gently, but this whole time you just weren't even paying attention!"Â
"No." You argue, face hot. "You two were just really subtle."Â
"We all sleep in the same room, these days." Shoko lists. "'Hime sat on your lap with nothing on but a bra and panties."Â
"I thought we were just doing friend things!"Â
"What kinds of friends sit on your lap, half-naked?" Utahime asks, mortified.Â
"I-I-" You give up.Â
All this time. You were mourning over something you lost months ago, even when there was something blooming right under your nose. God, you're an idiot.Â
Hands. They clasp your own. You look up into Utahime's pretty brown eyes.Â
"We want you to stay." She whispers. "We want you." You take a glance at Shoko.Â
"Do you want us?"Â
You take a deep breath.Â
You nod.Â
She's smiling, and then Utahime's kissing you. Soft, so soft, nothing like the possessive kisses Satoru gives you. It's innocent and adoring and you find yourself melting into her completely.Â
Utahime disappears and before you can mourn her warmth, Shoko's lips join yours. You can smell the alcohol, the slightest sting of cigarettes. You don't mind it. Her kisses are nothing like Suguru's, all powerful and domineering. She takes what you give her, asking ever so nicely for more.Â
You break away, panting.Â
"You good?" She asks.Â
You nod.Â
"Good." Shoko hums. "Cuz we're gonna fuck you now."Â
"What?"Â
Shoko pushes you down on the couch. You land with an oomph before Utahime's descends on you with a flurry of kisses.Â
"Waited so long to do this, baby." She's sighing into your lips, fiddling with your shirt so she can pull it off. "Weeks and weeks."Â
She pulls down one of your bra cups, massaging at your tits. You hadn't had action in so long, so you eagerly encouraged her movements, kissing her back with just as much fervor. Shoko takes her place next to her girlfriend, pawing at your other tit.Â
"Look." Shoko purrs. "One for each of us." Her soft mouth sucks on your nipple, swirling it around her mouth. Your head leans back with a pleasant sigh.Â
"Feel good?" Utahime asks. "She's good with her tongue, isn't she?"Â
"Yes," you nod, and Utahime gives out a delighted giggle, peppering your face with kisses. You gasp when you feel her hand shift through your shorts, palming at your dripping pussy.Â
"Poor thing." Utahime's cooing, and there's a brief hint of mockery in her tone. You've never heard that before. It turns you on even more. "They never gave you attention back there did they?" She circles your clit. "They were too busy sucking each other's dicks to pay attention to such a pretty pussy."Â
Shoko pops off your tits, shifting down. She kisses her way to your stomach. You blearily watch as she adjusts herself until she's right at your shorts. Utahime follows her lead, tugging off your shorts. Your panties go next.Â
And then you're staring down at them with trepid anticipation.Â
"I meant what I said." Shoko says softly. "You deserve better. You deserve someone who cares for you."Â
"You deserve us." With that, She and Utahime latch onto your pussy.Â
They're everywhere. You have to stop yourself from cumming right then and there, arching your back as one of them sucks on your clit while the other licks into your hole. She manages to stick her tongue inside of you, and it's enough to shoot sparks through your eyes.Â
"So tight." Utahime's hissing into your cunt. "Sho, after this, you wanna try to fuck this pussy with your strap?"Â
There's a soft laugh, and Shoko pulls away from your clit to answer, much to your disappointment. You whine, thrusting your hips in the air. She stills you with a hush.Â
"I don't think we're ready just yet." She hums. "Yet."Â
When you glance down, they both are making out with your clit. It's debaucherous. Their soft lips are connected, your tiny bud locked in the middle as their spit trickles down into your pussy. Utahime groans and when you look further down, you realize she's touching herself.Â
You don't know which part of this makes you cum, but you cum. It's the hardest you've ever orgasmed. There's so much stimulation that your hips buck up, trying to chase the sparks of pleasure. They let you, licking you through your orgasm.Â
When you come down, your thighs fall apart, splayed against the soft cushions. Utahime still isn't finished, licking at your clit. You shudder at the overstimulation, whining until Shoko is pulling her off of you by her hair.Â
"Good, baby?" She asks, crawling back up to you. You kiss her as an answer. She melts in delight.Â
You break the kiss, glancing over at Utahime.Â
Taking the silent request, she kisses you again. You can taste yourself on her lips. You don't mind it. For some reason, it's sweeter on Utahime's tongue.Â
When she breaks away, she stares at you, face soft. "You're staying, right?" She asks you. "You'll stay with us? Because after this, I don't think we could ever let you go."Â
You give a shy nod, and Utahime beams.Â
"Then, you're ours now," Shoko says, settling into your side. "And we're yours. Always."Â
"Always." You breathe, content, happy. You could almost go to sleep.Â
Shoko slaps your thigh.Â
"Not yet." She warns before propping you up. "First, I want you to sit on my face."Â
Hours later, you wake up delightfully sore in bed. The two girls are curled up next to you. When you move, you can still feel the bruises Utahime left. You never knew she liked to bite so much.Â
You can't even begin to remember what happened, but you don't regret any of it. Hours and hours had passed as they fucked you and fucked each other, and you fucked them.Â
Shoko shifts beside you. She was always a light sleeper.Â
"Awake?" She asks.Â
"Yeah." You softly say back.Â
She hums, shifting a little more to face you. Utahime's behind you, arms protectively curled around your waist. At your voice, her eyes twitch.Â
"Shut up." She grumbles, but her arms cinch around your waist.Â
Shoko stretches as she rises up. You miss her body warmth but you don't mind the view she gives as she saunters over to the dresser, pulling on some clothes.Â
"I'm gonna get food."Â
Utahime mumbles out her order. You say nothing because you don't want to come in between them, and then Shoko looks at you.Â
"What do you want?" She prompts.Â
You blink, and when you answer, Shoko smiles, and then she's out the door.Â
The interaction makes your heart warm.Â
Still, it can't last.Â
When you go to get up, Utahime protests, grabbing your wrist.Â
"And where are you going?" She prods.Â
You fumble. "Back to my room?"Â
"What? Why?" Utahime demands with a frown. "What's the point, you're already with us, now."Â
"Oh." You blink, but you give in and slink back into bed. "Is...this really okay?"Â
"For God's sake, " she hisses, but you don't count it against her because Utahime has always been a little grumpy after waking up. "Yes. We're obsessed with you. How are you so blind?"Â
"We want you, and we're not like them." Her voice drops in disdain. "We'll treat you better. You're ours now. You're mine."Â
"Yours." You repeat, something warm fluttering in your belly.Â
"You can't leave, we'd go crazy, okay?" She seriously tells you. "If someone else takes you away, I'd lose it. And Shoko is okay with murder."Â
You laugh.Â
"That's not a joke." She warns.Â
"I know." And you kiss her again.Â
It's like that for a couple weeks. You live in peaceful domestic bliss with two wonderful girlfriends. Now that you're in an actual loving relationship, you can't tell why you ever contemplated ever going back to Satoru and Suguru. Shoko actually talked to you about your feelings. Utahime cared about your input. You weren't treated like an afterthought, second place.Â
They were with each other longer than they had been with you, but they never made you feel like you had to fight for your relationship. Speaking off Satoru and Suguru, they never once contacted you after their first two attempts. They'd clearly given up.Â
Everything was just perfect.Â
And then, it just wasn't.Â
You were in bed with them. Fifteen minutes ago, Utahime shuffled off to go to the bathroom. She still wasn't back. Half asleep, Shoko grumbled.Â
"She's probably in there fighting a cockroach." She complains, but she rises anyway. "Sleep, I'll be back." She kisses you on the cheek, and then she's gone.Â
Their body warmth fades, but they stay because they're tired. These days, you can't really sleep without them, so you wait for the girls to return. Two minutes pass. Then, five. Then, ten. By then, the bed is cold.Â
You open your eyes, sitting up. It's so quiet. Are they okay?Â
You pull off the comforter, stepping onto the cold wooden floor. The apartment feels strangely...haunted somehow. The air felt heavier now, thick with an invisible tension, like the house itself was holding its breath. It must be because you feel alone, you're sure of it.Â
The bedroom leads to a dark hallway. As you make your way down, you can hear something. Voices? Murmuring. The relief almost makes you laugh. Seriously, what were you even afraid about?Â
The living room is horrific.Â
They look dead. You can't tell if they're breathing or not. Shoko's eyes are closed. Utahime's limp body is sprawled across the floor. There's blood on the wooden panels.Â
Suguru doesn't even blink.Â
"You're awake." He says it so casually, like waking up to your ex-boyfriends mauling your girlfriends is normal.Â
"What..." Your voice fails, you weakly try again. "What did you two do?"Â
Satoru answers, smiling with glinty teeth.Â
"Isn't it obvious? We're getting rid of the competition."Â
You don't understand, your brain hasn't caught up yet, you still think you can talk to these psychos.Â
"It's their fault." Satoru's still smiling, but there's nothing happy about his tone. He's carrying a knife. There's blood on it. "It's all their fault. They manipulated you into breaking up with us, baby. That's how these useless sluts got you into their arms." He spits on Utahime's hair. You cover your face with your hands.Â
"But, it's not like you aren't at fault, Baby." He points the knife at you. "You left us for them. I'm not letting you off the hook for that."Â
You don't know what he's saying. His movements scare you, his eyes, the knife. When you glance at Suguru, you don't know what you're expecting.Â
But you know you aren't expecting...that.Â
His purple eyes are icy cold. Utterly devoid of any emotion. You don't think you're staring at a person, anymore.Â
"You lied," Suguru says, "You lied about us not giving you enough attention. You just wanted to leave us. For them."Â
You step back. They step forward.Â
Those bastards would've never let you go otherwise. Utahime warned you. Looking at her limp body, you wondered if she thought they'd ever go this far.Â
"I didn't." You weakly insist. "I-I wasn't lying about anything! It-it wasn't like I wanted to leave-"Â
"Stop lying," Gojo insists. "Stop fucking lying already."Â
He smiles again.Â
"It's okay, baby. I know you'll come back with us. Right after we're done dealing with these two whores."Â
"You'll belong to us." Suguru promises and he steps on Shoko's hands. "Just like always."
They were both crazy. Nothing could get through to them. Now, you would sit there and watch them maul the only things in your life that made you feel complete.Â
The worst part is that everything was your fault.Â
Shoko's pinky twitches. You can see Utahime take shallow breathes.
And you speak.Â
"I'm sorry."Â
Your weak voice makes them stop in their tracks. Satoru glances at you, Suguru does too. You can't convince them. The only thing you can do is play into their delusions.Â
"You're right." You say, the tears finally feeling useful. "I just wanted to leave. I-I was just bored. I wanted something new." Suguru's lips curl and you quickly move on. "But-but the more I stayed with them, the more I realized...how much I missed you two."Â
Satoru halts. You caught him.Â
"I did." You stress, carefully making your way to him on feet that were close to dropping at any minute. "Every day, I thought about you two." You reach out, touching his face with shaky fingers. "I really really wanted to come back, but I was afra-afraid you wouldn't...want me back."
Satoru reaches up to touch your hand. His fingers are cold. You resist the urge to shudder.Â
"You missed us?" He wonders.Â
The lie feels like sand.Â
"More than anything."Â
His kiss is violent. He crushes you with his grip, touching and biting and everything you hate. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting him suck your soul dry.Â
"Don't kill them." You whisper when he finally pulls away. "Please don't kill them. Everything was my fault."Â
Satoru's face is pensive. His gaze drifts off to Suguru's. Those silent conversations you hated so much.Â
Then, Satoru gives a delighted sigh.Â
"You're lucky. I love you so much." He kisses your nose, before pushing you in Suguru's arms.Â
"I'll clean up here. Suguru, go back to the truck." He demands.Â
You don't fight, letting Suguru drag you away. Shoko and Utahime live in apartments, but you're afraid if you scream, Satoru might change his mind and gut them anyway. Before Suguru leads you off, you catch Gojo scoffing before he kicks at Utahime's face. You gasp and pray that when Shoko wakes up, she'll be coherent enough to call for an ambulance.Â
I'm sorry, you tell them. I'm so so sorry.Â
Suguru pushes you into the backseat of their vehicle. You obediently take a seat.Â
"You shouldn't have left." He tells you. "You should've stayed."Â
His face is cold, but his tone betrays the tiniest tremor. If you weren't so scared, you'd laugh. The irony is that he's the one who feels wronged here.Â
"I'm sorry," you say anyway.Â
He hums, not quite satisfied with your answer.Â
"You aren't." He responds, and you hate how well he knows your tells.Â
And then, he grins.Â
"But you will be."
Hands reach out, gripping your neck. You flail immediately as Suguru cuts of your oxygen. You can't breathe. You can't fucking breathe. No matter how tightly you squeeze onto his wrist, digging your nails into his hands, clawing at his face. He keeps you still, keeping you there as you grow weaker. Your vision gets blurry. Your attempts get sluggish. There's a kiss on your forehead, and you black out completely.Â
~
You wake up in a room you've never seen before. And your neck is sore.Â
The pain drifts in as soon as consciousness does. You feel like you have a hangover, your head throbs, your eyes struggle to remain open. You can't go back to sleep either, not when it hurts so much.Â
The panic doesn't settle in until you catch the cuffs on either one of your legs, keeping you attached to the bedpost. Silver chains, with enough lead to let you move around a bit. The cuffs are padded so you don't rub yourself raw. You don't care about the thoughtfulness.Â
They're in the room with you, watching with silent eyes. Nausea builds up in your stomach, and you wonder how long they'd stayed there, just watching you.Â
You miss Shoko. You miss Utahime. You missed people who actually loved you.Â
Not these two. Monsters that lied and pretended, but deep down, they were just too selfish to share.Â
"You were out for a while." Suguru comments.Â
"I told you to use the syringe," Satoru remarks, but he doesn't sound too upset. At his voice, Suguru laughs.Â
You shift in your spot. Suguru takes that as an invitation. He sits at the edge of the bed, watching you with satisfied eyes. You must look pathetic: shivering, in tears. He reaches up, catching your tears with his finger.
"So cute." And then he frowns. "You know why we're doing this, yes? You were bad. You need to be punished."
"I'm sorry." It's all you can say. You feel like a broken record, doomed to repetition over and over again.
"You aren't. You should stop lying." Suguru says sweetly. "But I'm sure, a couple hours in your new home will help you think about how much you hurt us."
You wanted to scream, but you can't cuz your throat still hurts from Suguru's hands, and you know he's not above putting his hands on you this time. Maybe he never was, you just never saw this side of him until you made him snap.
"You're leaving?" You stumble, moving as they back away but the chains only take you so far. There are no windows, and when Suguru shuts the light off, the only thing that's keeping you from the dark entirely is the light emitting out the hallway.
"Wait." You beg. "Please. Wait, don't-don't leave me here. I'm sorry. This is scary. I'm scared."
Satoru hesitates at your broken voice. Like a shark smelling blood, you pounce.
"Satoru, please."
"If you keep coddling, then the lesson will never be learned." Suguru warns.
Satoru stares at you. He's not wearing his sunglasses. You can see him for what he is now.
"I love you." He says it so sincerely, you almost believe it. "This is for your own good."
The door shuts, and everything goes dark.
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part one
TW: nsfw, dubcon, blackmail
fem reader
As promised, you receive the pictures in the mail while the payment is forwarded almost emmidiatly. You donât know which makes you gawk more, the photos of you or the numbers.
You also get an emailâan invitation. The photographer is asking you to dinner. Or, asking is putting it nicelyâwhich he most certainly didnât. Itâs phrased like a notice from your bossâmatter-of-factly, heâs picking you up at eight, wear something nice.
You think about declining, but then you think about your friend again and how you donât want to cause her any trouble. A free dinner isnât really all that bad, is it?
Itâs worse, actually.
âYou should have told me you didnât have anything to wear. I would have lent you something,â is the first thing he says when you get in his car. He hadnât opened the door for you or anything, just sat in the driverâs seat waiting.
And though your cheeks burn with embarrassment, you think youâre foolish for it. You hadn't really dressed to impress him, after allâsomething you might as well tell him, âMaybe I just didnât feel like dressing up. You didnât exactly leave a good impression last time we met, so I donât believe I owe you anything.â
He scoffs with a grinâface turned towards the road as he starts driving. âYou have a lot more bite without your friend.â
âShe has too much respect for you.â You cross your arms and look out the window.Â
âThatâs for sure.â You hear him chuckle, but he doesnât offer any more of a response. Youâre glad to spend the rest of the drive in silence.
You feel underdressed at the restaurant. You hadnât thought heâd take you somewhere so nice. Most of the other couples there are dressed as if for a gala, while youâre dressed as if youâre going to an office party.
He hasnât tried too hard himself. But still, he fits inâfat watch on his wrist, kempt hair, neat shoes, dress trousers, and a silk shirt with one too many buttons undoneâa nauseating skinny chain beneath the collar as well as the hint of a chest tattoo. You bet itâs one of those dumb tribal inks, probably with some mundane Japanese characters he doesnât know the meaning of.
âIs this where you undermine all the models desperate for your recognition?â you sigh as you sit down.
âWe haven't even gotten our menus, and youâre already causing a scene?âÂ
Heâs the one who was rude the moment you got in the car. In fact, he was rude the minute you met him. âMight as well speed this along.â
He chucklesâhis smile genuinely amused instead of angered the way youâd imaginedâthe way youâd remembered from last time when he sent girls crying. âYou know, for a face like that, you have one hell of a tongue.â
He orders wine by the name with ease and swiftness before returning to what he was saying.
âI like that. Most models are dull, but not you.â
âI donât agree. And Iâm a model,â you snip, showing no interest in his flirting.
 âNo? Didnât you see the pictures?â Your attitude doesnât seem to deter himârather, it only seems to egg him further on. âI have them all mounted on my walls at homeâyou should come see.â
This makes you falter. Looking at him from across the table with rounded eyes. âOn your walls?â
âFramed.â He smiles, finally having broken throughâhe only intends to take it further. Not that what he was saying wasnât true. âI just couldnât help myself. I consider it my best work.âÂ
The look on your face is something between disgusted and uncertainâspeechless in a sense.
It makes him laugh again. âDoes anything flatter you?â
The wine comes. Heâs poured a glass for testing.
âNot when spoken by men like you.â
His grin grows as he swirls the liquid around, smelling it like a phony.
âThatâs a shame,â he says before taking a sip. He nods to the waiter, and youâre poured a similar glass. Meanwhile, he looks at you. âIâd like to flatter youâIâd like to spoil you even. You seem like you deserve it.â
You sip your glass. âNo need.â
âIâm not so sure about that. You currently work at a diner, right?â
You gaze at him from atop your glass, brows furrowing. âHow do youââ
âI didnât.â Itâs a lie, of course, heâd searched you up and gone over every little detail he could find. âItâs clear from the looks of youââ
âFuck you,â you snap, putting your glass down a bit too harshly, enough to make a little wine slip and spill.
He doesnât mind it. âOh, I want you to,â he says instead. âAfter I pay for dinner and drive you back. We can fuck right under my favorite portrait of you.â
Youâre stunted by his crude words, but only for a second. âHow about we skip dinner, and you go fuck yourself.âÂ
His smile doesnât drop, even as you get up to leave. âSettle down, sweetheart.â
âMake me, jackass.âÂ
Youâre on your way to go, but his next words have you halting.Â
âEither you humor me, or I make sure your friend never models in the country again.â
You turn around to look at him. You donât really know why youâre so surprised. The card he just pulled is the very reason you agreed to the dinner in the first place. But an incentive is very different from outright blackmail, and suppose you just hadnât really believed heâd take it that far.
âItâs my impression you donât want that,â he continues.
You sit back down. He tops your glass off.
âI could make her big, you know?â he offers while pouring for himself as well. âReally speed her career alongâset her up for life. Iâll do the same for you, too, of course.âÂ
He swirls his wine, lifting it as if to make a toast.
âAnd all you gotta do is come back home with me.â
You donât have the words.
âYou wonât be disappointed,â he promises. âIâm good at it.â As if thatâs your concern. âYouâll never want to fuck anyone else again.â
You hate how right he is.Â
Youâve never cum sooner or harder before in your life, not with anyone else or on your own. Itâs like nothing youâve ever experiencedâso good, youâre screamingâmoaning out in echoes throughout his giant penthouse, bouncing off the marble floors into all unlocked rooms, creating a cacophony of your undeniable pleasure.
Heâs on his knees beneath you as you lean with your back against the window overlooking the city, barely able to stand as he buries his face between your soft thighs, canting his chin up while lapping hard at your slit and clit. His hard stare set on your face and the way you throw your head back while cumming in his mouthâyour hand tussled in his hair, yanking on it hard enough to make him growl.
Your legs and feet give you little support. It's his hands that keep you up as you slide further and further down the floor-to-ceiling window until youâre almost about ready to drop your weight completely.
But heâs made you come undone three times by then, and just canât wait any longer.Â
Heâs spun you around before you know it, making you face the pretty lights of the city skylineâhis mouth hot on the shell of your ear, âI told you so, didnât I?â
Your breath fogs the glass with your pantingâknees wobbly, only standing thanks to the thick arms heâs got supporting you, each with a tit in their hand, giving them rough squeezes as he starts pounding away at your wombâhard enough to make the city lights blend in with the stars.Â
âYou wonât wanna fuck anyone else again.â
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k04. daddy kink | the way you want to
old man logan x f!reader
rated e - 2.5k
tags: situationship, possessive!soft dom logan, daddy kink, teasing/begging, logan taking an educated wish, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, mutual unspoken pining, vaginal sex, creampie
âDaddy, huh?â
âShe was joking,â Youâre quick to answer - that eye contact breaking, âItâs just an expression.â
He hums knowingly, an eyebrow cocking, âYou sure about that, princess?â
(or - logan overhears something he shouldnât have.)
You canât help the jolt of anticipation as you watch the limo pull up to the pump.
Always the same. Two times a week - sometimes more, if you pick up extra shifts. Waiting for the text to chime in your pocket, as it always did.
Feet already taking you over to the coffee machine. Filling a styrofoam cup full - black roast. The strong stuff.
Your back pocket buzzes.
Need a ride?
Itâs always the same. Been that way for a few months now. His shift ending just as yours did. Offering you a ride home, something that started kindly but twisted into more the moment you bridged that gap between you.
Almost as if he had just been waiting for permission. Almost as if he thought of you the way you did him.
Wishing thinking, perhaps, but youâve always been a dreamer.
You fire back a reply. Sometime extra, tacked on at the end.
Yes, please â¤ď¸
The flick of your thumb scrolls through old messages, as you wait at the counter. His replies always short, but you think thatâs just him.
He does reply, after all. Wry comments about the photos you send him. The baby raccoon you helped out of the dumpster, the icee incident from last week.
Some even instigated on their own, and not the result of the slow rotation youâve found yourselves in.
The morning shift arrives, just as he comes in. Hollyâs early today - her elbow leaning on the counter, content to let you finish out these last few minutes before taking over.
Loganâs eyes find yours first, with the push of the door. Already fishing out a wallet, and you know what heâll pass you.
A crisp ten. Enough to fill his tank - always stopping when heâs half-empty.
Tells you itâs because he doesnât want the tank to get too low, incase a client has a far drive. You wonder if itâs because it means he gets to stop by a little more often.
The sight of him still sends a thrill through you, even after the weeks have passed. Built strong - the buttons of his dark suit hanging loose, though the shoulders still pull tight as the wallet fits back into his pocket.
Beautiful, in a way that always sends your mind reeling. Mentally mixing the gold and bronze and green to match the shades of your personal muse. A stoic man, with kind eyes.
Fingers always aching to paint him, as much as they had ached to touch.
That flicker of softness in them disappearing quickly, with a narrowed glance at your coworker. The rough clearing of a throat when you nudge the coffee and a pastry his way.
Something for him. And then something for his father, Charles. Even if it was more sugar than sustenance.
Shooing away his gruff offer to pay, as you close the space between you with a grin. Giving him a glance down the deep cut of your shirt.
His dark eyes flick back up, as he finally relents.
Stubborn.
âBe out in five.â You tell him - the pastry tucked under his arm. The coffee cup small in the thick curl of his hand, another watchful glance your way as he heads out to wait.
Still passing through the glass double-doors when Holly pipes up next to you.
âGod, is that him?â She tips forward, to get another look, âYouâre right, he is so daddy.â
You suck air from between your teeth, regretting your overshare. A groan sent her way - her voice far too loud in the early morning.
Even if she wasnât wrong.
Thereâs the sharp bite of coffee when your mouth finally presses to his. His hands working at his belt buckle - the glint of metal in your dark room, light still spilling in from the hallway.
Theyâre - heâs - all youâve been able to think about. The long hours at night behind the counter. Ringing up energy drinks and hotchips with a smile. A way to help pay the bills, while you wait for the layers of oil paint dry.
Your mind running wild when youâre alone, after. The drift of your hand beneath the blankets.
Imagining those strong, scared hands twisting in your hair. Guiding you - always guiding. Showing you just what he liked, as that rough voice told you just how good youâre doing.
It itched at something inside you - winding tight when you pressed your fingers deep, until youâre muffling a moan into your pillow.
The bed dips, as he follows you onto it. His mouth finding yours again, the press of his lips familiar. The smell of cigar smoke and leather seats and the crisp autumn air as you inhale him.
His hands tilting your face so his tongue can sweep into your mouth.
You part for him.
When you draw back for breath, he is half-undone.
Loosened buttons on his shirt. A tight white tank beneath, the ribbing melding to the broad planes of his chest. A peak of dark hair at the waistband of his trousers. The silver teeth of a lowered zipper.
His hands ghost at your sides. Slipping beneath the hem of your sweater, brushing bare skin. A thumb, teasing at the edge of your pants.
âTake these off for me, baby.â
Youâre quick to listen. Layers peeled away, as you shift back against the pillows. His eyes following each piece, sweeping over the revealed skin.
His own hand slipping down. Cupping himself, tugging down the elastic waistband. Swollen - hard already, as his cock bobs free. Fitting himself between your thighs, the moment they part.
Hands ghosting up, fingers denting skin.
Something weighs on his mind - you can feel it in the searching way he looks at you. An inhaled and held breath, eyes dark with want.
Wonder if it will loosen, in time. With the press of your mouth, or as he sinks inside you.
Itâs become part of your routine, as well.
Little questions or confessions weaved into the moments of borrowed time he runs on. Easy to distract you - with the snap of his hips, the curl of his fingers - if you nudge too close to something tender.
His thighs inching wider, hands curving against your hips. A tug pulls you closer to where he kneels on the bed, your thighs thrown over his.
Spread open beneath him - your fingers trailing up the velvet length of his cock, where it arcs against your abdomen.
Another shift of his hips skims the underside against your clit, dampening with your arousal.
Heâs taking it slower than usual tonight. Drawing things out, with the way his thumbs smooth circles against your skin.
Those dark eyes flipping up to yours. That question, slipping free.
âDaddy, huh?â
It catches you off guard. Your hips buck against his without meaning to. A sharp, inhaled breath as the way it rolls off his tongue, your body betraying you.
His eyebrow lifts with interest, expression darkening as mortification laces through you. Wasnât supposed to hear that - a mooning admission after one too many drinks, after-hours at the bar next door.
âShe was joking,â Youâre quick to answer - the eye contact breaking as your head tilts, âItâs just an expression.â
He hums knowingly.
Another rut of his hips, pressing against your folds. You squirm - an attempt to flip over, to avoid having to look at him - but his hands only tighten on your hips.
An eyebrow cocks, âYou sure about that, princess?â
Another bitten-back sound. Youâve never minded being like this beneath him - bare, open to the drift of his hands and his mouth.
It turned you on, this needy and messy joining. But it feels different now. Vulnerable, with the way he watches you so intently.
âDonât tease me.â Itâs a plea, as the corner of his mouth ticks up.
A shift of his hips, a hand loosening his grip so he can press his thumb against the flushed head. Guiding himself to where you drip for him.
Hips rocking slowly, eyes fixed on the way your part. How your pussy grips him, swallowing the tip as you moan.
Your breath held.
Waiting for the stretch. The sweet burn that curls into pleasure, when he seats himself deep inside you. The way you always have to make room for every inch of him, your muscles already strung tight in anticipation.
He holds himself there. Inched inside you, thumb tugging you open. A huff of a breath as you push up to your elbows, your gaze flicking between his cock and his face in question.
âAsk me for it.â
His voice is a low husk, eyes fixed on yours. Something sparking between you - a heavy, charged tension.
Youâre used to begging. It comes easily - a futile wiggle of your hips, as he holds you in place.
âLogan, please.â
âNot like that.â His tongue clicks, âAsk me the way you want to, sweetheart.â
It steals you breath for a moment. Eyes narrowed as you try to discern if heâs making fun of you.
Teeth white and sharp as he smiles - voice dropping lower.
âYou really think I canât tell?â
Logan starts to withdraw, but you clench down around him. Hands overlapping with his and pressing down, to keep him where he is.
âYou want Daddyâs cock, donât you?â He rasps, âWant him to take care of you?â
He picks over the words carefully, as if trying them out for himself.
As if heâs doing this for you, and itâs enough that that tight string of worry and tension inside you frays, and then snaps.
And surely he must feel you this time, the way you clench down around him. No escaping what he does to you, not like this.
âYes,â You breathe, âWant you to fuck me, daddy.â
The word pitches high, as his hips punch forward. Your nails biting into his hands, leaving half-moon marks.
âAtta girl.â Logan grits, enveloped in you.
Every inch nestled deep inside. A needy and pretty little thing, with the way you gasp and moan and squirm for him.
Even more so when his hands travel down. Hitching one leg, and then the other, over his broad shoulders, as he leans into you. One hand planted next to your head, the other curving around your ankle, pinning you in place.
A experimental thrust, and it feels like heâs in your guts. Your moans strings out, as he bends you in half.
Until all you can see is him, all you can feel is the way he keeps you full with the shallow shifts of his hips, as he ruts into you.
âFeel good, honey?â He grits, as if he needs to know.
And maybe he likes doing this for you. Hearing what it does to you - from the praise that slips from you, to the slap of his hips against yours.
Proof that he exists inside your mind, for longer than these brief moments - that in some way, you need him as much as he needs you.
Knowing that no one can fuck you like he can.
âYes, daddy.â You sigh, leaning into it now.
Blissed out, as his cock nudges against a soft and sensitive spot inside you. Tightening around him, as his weight presses you into the mattress.
All the worries and stress off the day ebbing, as he makes you forget about everything else.
âShould have known,â Logan rasps, with the pump of his hips, âAlways so fucking wet for your old man.â
His words twist inside you, a moan loosening in your throat.
Heâd said something like that before. The first time youâd invited him inside, and he had come so willingly.
Only pausing as his lips had ghosted against yours, just inside the door. Something low, rumbled out.
â'm an old man, sweetheart.â Strong hands gripped your hips - you hadnât been sure if it was to pull you closer, or push you away, âSure a sweet thing like you wants this?â
âNot that old.â You had huffed against his mouth.
Not too old to show you a good time, youâd been sure. Been proven right, night after night. Spiraling into something more, his presence tinting your life like a rose-colored campitura.
Logan had laughed as if youâd said something funny, right before he had kissed you - that low rasp that still makes your toes want to curl.
Your fingers fit between your thighs now, the tips pressing circles against your clit. A grunt pulled from him as your breath hitches, your other hand fisting in the pillows under your head.
âFilthy little thing, arenât you?â
The pleasure spikes, âOnly for you.â
Your answer makes him growl. Makes him fuck you harder, eyes greedy as he watches the bounce of your breasts, the mark between your eyebrows deepen.
Possessive.
âThatâs right, sweetheart,â He rumbles, âOnly for me.â
Heâs grinding against that spot inside you. Your folds slick beneath your fingers, your hand moving faster as something bright burns inside you.
A flutter of a laugh is pulled from you, eyes going half-lidded, âGonna make me come.â
His hips stutter once against yours. Fingers tightening around your ankle, as his eyes drag from the needy press of your fingers to your face.
âThat right?â
Hips snapping just a little harder, as you whine. Your grip tightening in the pillowcase as you pant, your drawn-out hum of assent quickly unraveling.
âCome on daddyâs cock, sweetheart,â Logan coos, âBeen thinking about this all night.â
And itâs this that sends you over. His words, that admission he thinks of you. The coiled tight spring inside you snapping, as you writhe and squirm beneath him.
Unable to do anything but take him. The deep grind of his cock, as he feels the way your cunt flutters around him. The pulse of your clit beneath your touch, fingers curling up against your abdomen when it becomes too much, when all you can do it try to rock back against him.
âThere you go. Thatâs my girl.â
His low growl filters through the white noise that buzzes in your head. Blending with the moan that pulls from you - pitching high, his name lost in your pleasure.
âLet me hear how good it feels.â
Itâs bliss. The way ankles slip from his shoulders as he leans to kiss you. Hungry, as his thrusts turn shallow and sloppy.
Teeth nipping against your shoulder, your neck, as his mouth wanders - as if he canât help it. Broad hands coming to grip at your hips, tugging you to meet him.
âFuck, baby. Got me close already.â Itâs growled against your skin, an open-mouthed kiss pressed against your throat, âTell daddy you want it.â
It comes out desperate - a low rumble when you clench around him, legs hitching higher around his waist. Ankles crossing behind his back - driving him deep and keeping him there.
âWant you to come in me, daddy,â You echo him, sweetly. âLove feeling you inside me.â
You can feel the way he shudders, as your arms loop around his shoulders. His breath hot against your skin, strong muscles stringing tight beneath your touch.
Logan wonât admit it, but youâve learned to read him, too.
And with the way he moans - fingers biting into your skin, as he spills himself inside you-
Youâre willing to bet he liked it as much as you did.
always so weak for men calling themselves daddy, so here we are!! thank you so much for reading đ
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⥠Pairing: Logan Howlett/female!Reader
⥠Word Count: 2.4k
⥠Rating: Explicit 18+
⥠Warning/Tags: SMUT! MINORS DNI, p-v, oral fem!receiving, a tad of overstimulation,
⥠Summary: As Robo said: Logan would turn your plushies around before fucking you raw btw, he told me himselfâpulls em off to the side with a gruff little âYou donât wanna see this next part bubâ before turning you every way BUT loose.
⥠Note: @robo-writing MADE A POST THAT MADE ME BOTH SCREAM CHUCKLE AND INSPIRED TO CREATE THIS PIECE. robo is also one of my favs so check them out too!
You wanted to take it slow with Logan. Even if every bone in your body wanted to jump his, you actually liked him and didnât want to do anything you believed could sabotage your budding relationship. This was a mutual yet unspoken understanding between the two of you.Â
He had every intention of taking things slow with youâmake his intentions clear. Having met you while you bartended at his favorite spot, you had seen him pick up and take a few girls home. You were different, and he wanted to make that clear.Â
Still, every time Logan dropped you off at your apartment, it became more charged. After your first date, he simply dropped you off. After your second and third date, it ended in short yet sensual kisses. The tension was building the entirety of your fourth date. When Logan had you pressed against your apartment building door, your moans were smothered by the passionate open mouth kisses. And by god, you wanted to give in, but mother nature had other plans for you. Despite either of your wishes, you called it a night.
Your fifth date was at a drive in-movie. You brought the blankets that were laid out in the bed of Loganâs truck. The both of you admittedly got a handsy during the movie, practically missing the end of the movie.
As Logan parked in the front of your building, he carried the folded blankets that you brought to your building door. Before he could offer to bring the blankets up for you, you muttered the four words he had been waiting to hear for almost a month.
âYou wanna come up?â
Logan couldn't help but perk up at that question. Your voice was as sweet as honey, and the soft glow of the porch light framed your face perfectly. He tried to keep a straight face, but the corner of his lips tugged into a small smile when you invited him up.
"Course," he said, his voice rough and low as he tried to contain the lewd thoughts that started flooding his brain.Â
As you brought him up the elevator, the tension between the two of you was thicker than the blankets he carried. You needed himâneed him bad.Â
As soon as you entered the apartment, you told Logan that he could put the blankets on the couch. He haphazardly tossed them on the cushions but didnât take his eyes off you. The intensity in his eyes was betraying the restraint he was trying to maintain for weeks.Â
Barely a beat afterward, you were all over each other. The kiss was sloppy, your tongue immediately submitting to his. Loganâs hand roamed slightly under your sweater, fingers pressing against the warmth of your skin.Â
Stumbling backward toward your bedroom, Logan kept his lips on your, drinking in the taste that he desperately wantedâhell, needed. As he laid you down, he didn't break the kiss, slowly trailing his hand up your thigh. His lips found their way to your neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin.
âBeen thinkinâ about this all night, darlinâ,â he growled against your neck as he hovered over you. His grip on your thigh tightened, earning a gasp from your lips. âJust like that, baby, I need to hear ya.â
Loganâs other hand hiked up farther near your head until his hand began crushing something soft, something smaller than a pillow. Still focused on marking the skin over your pulse, he moved his hand again just to squish another item, almost losing his grip on the bed.Â
With a hint of frustration, Loganâs eyes glared open. His stare was immediately met with glossy, black buttoned eyes of a brown cow and the cheery eyes and blushing face ofâŚmaybe a dumpling, he thought.
He paused his lipsâ freezing against your skin. Logan pulled away slightly to get a better look at what was under his hand. He chuckled, his voice gravelly as he looked down at the squished yet irate octopus.
You sighed due to the loss of contact, swiveling to see what had caught Loganâs attention over the woman he was making out with. He had a mixed expression of confusion and amusement.Â
âYou find my plushies entertaining?â you softly giggled, propping yourself up by your elbows.
âI justâŚâ Loganâs voice was gruff with a smirk as he sized up the 6âno, 8âplushies eyeing him down. The cow, dumpling, octopus, platypus, jellyfish, hot sauce bottle, bumblebee, and mushroom propped against your pillows all had their eyes on Logan, silently judging him. âI just didnât expect an audience. Your little posse is a bit intimidating,â he teased, looking down at you with a cheeky grin.
âDidnât think you were one to falter under pressure,â you chuckled. From your back, you turned to look at your plushies. You gave him a tantalizing look as you grabbed the angry octopus from his hand, shaking it in his face. âTheyâre just here to be cute.â
âYeah, theyâre cute.â Loganâs attention was diverted back to your exposed abdomen from your slightly lifted sweater. A deep growl emitted from his chest as he lifted your sweater further to reveal your plum colored bra. His large hand cupped your right breast as a wry smile grew on his lips. âBut what Iâm planning on doing with youâŚitâs far from cute, sweetheart.â
Logan was quick to remove your sweater, throwing it toward the mushroom, causing it to fall off the bed entirely. He dipped back down to your lips with a renewed passion. Dropping the octopus on your nightstand, you were quick to tug at Loganâs t-shirt, practically begging to lose it.
Ripping it off, you could feel your arousal pool at the sight of his broad, hairy chest and sculpted form. Over your head, he tossed his shirt. It landed over the eyes of the soft platypus, but you didnât notice. You were too enveloped in the hot kisses Logan was lying between the valley of breasts down to the waist of your leggings. His rough hands massaged your breasts until they popped out of their constraints.Â
Ragged short moans fell from your lips as he grazed and twerked your hardened nipples. Your hands raked over his larger hands before moving to his taunt shoulders, nails scraping his shoulder blades. Logan grunted as he felt your nails rake across his shoulders, his darkened eyes locking on you, hungry and filled with lust.
âLove the pretty moans you make for me, baby,â Logan groaned, his hands moving to the sides of your leggings to wiggle you out of them. Taking your panties with them, you were exposed to Logan. The glisten and scent of your arousal was too tempting.
Feeling his warm breath against your aching cunt, you inched forward, desperate for any form of contact, âPlease, Logan. I need to feel youâŚâ
Without another word, Logan applied a heavy striped lick against your cunt all the way to your pulsing clit. A stuttered moan escaped your lips as Logan buried his face into your cunt, wrapping his arms around your soft thighs to pull you closer and keep you legs opened wide.
âHm, so fuckinâ sweet. All for me, sweetheart?â he muttered against your cunt, the vibrations causing a shiver to run up your spine. You almost missed what he said as tongue lap and darted into your sopping core at a speed that had to be sinful.Â
You could barely get the words out. Your mind was reeling with such intense pleasure that Logan could only grab your attention again by nipping on your inner thigh. You quickly wincedÂ
âYou gotta speak up, darlinâ. I gotta hear you,â
âAll for you, Lo-Logan! Because of you!â Despite your volume, your voice came off small and pathetic as your need for Logan grew.
Rewarding you, Logan pressed a harsh kiss against your clit, sending shockwaves through you. Your hips tried to buck but were secured firmly by the strength of Logan. He was practically making out with your cunt, his nose adding just enough pressure to your clit to run you like a facet.
âSo goddamn pretty, so perfect,â he softly breathed against you, darkened eyes temporarily meeting your lust-blown ones like man possessed. Your head tilted back in ecstasy, his stare too intense.
Your finger interlocked with your comforter and his hair. The grip Logan had to keep around your thighs only grew harsher as you thrashed around him. It was a vicious cycle. Your elevated moans drove Logan to delve deeper which only made your thrashing worse and your moans more boisterous. Logan knew youâd learn better once you woke up with the bruised prints in the morning. You knew youâd cherish them.Â
From your tightened grip on his hair and the sheets, Logan knew you were near your edge. His name was spilling out of your lips as if it was the only word you knew now. Coming up for air didnât matter; Logan was prepared to drown in your soaked core.
Your climax was almost violent, your legs quiver as you released. Logan lapped it up like a dying dog, the taste of you making him moan. He couldnât help but rut against the edge of your bed as he licked you clean through your high. The friction was welcomed but not enough.
Your body relaxed as you tried taking in deep breaths to regain a semblance of control. Before releasing your thighs, Logan affixed one last bold brush to your ruined cunt for good measure. Your cheeks were flushed as you looked down at him again. His eyes locked with yours, dark and intense. His eyes seemed almost feral, his need for you evident. He needed more���more of you, all of you.
Logan slowly kissed a path up your body, pausing momentarily to admire the indented prints he had left on your hips. He relished the taste of your skin, his lips leaving a trail of light kisses along your thighs, hips, your stomach, your chest. Your body was still quiveringÂ
Finally, his face, still damp with your arousal, was mere inches away from yours, a smug smile on his lips. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before he spoke, his voice a low, rough whisper.
âYou okay, darlinâ?â
You huffed into a small smile. It floored you how heâd asked, knowing damn well he could still feel your toes curling and your leg involuntarily shaking. It floored you further how badly you still wanted him.
Kissing the corners of your mouth, darting your tongue to gather the remainder of your arousal from his face, you hand grazed his growing bulge. You received a strained grunt from Logan.
âWhy do you still have these on?â The sound of your rough and sultry voice, your questionâit only made the strain in his jeans worse.
Standing and exposing his full physique, he was quick to remove his jeans and briefs. Your eyes went wide as the sight of his thick, engorged cock, the tip already leaking down a vein.Â
Logan chuckled lowly at the sight of your reaction. Seeing your widened eyes and parted lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
âSo goddamn greedy, baby. Didnât get enough already?â he mocked, laying down to cage you under the weight of his body again.
In response, you pulled him closer, your lips attached to his neck. Your tongue smoothed over every nip. Logan growled, his cock finding some relief from the friction against your hip.
Logan's eyes softened as he was again face-to-face again with the soulful eyes of your cow, slightly tilted on its side. Its fallen comrades were on the floor, preemptively averting their own innocent eyes.
He spoke gruffly, under his breath, âUh, yeah, you donât wanna see this next part, bub.â He picked up the cow and spun it around, leaning it against the headboard.
Your plushies didnât see it, and you could barely handle it. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as Logan continued to roughly push into you climax after climax after climax. From your back to your stomach to your side, your body was completely coated with sweat and pleasure. Hearing you moan, beg, and whimper only drove Logan to push you further and further till the only word you could conjure was his name.
âItâs not too much, sweetheart, yeah?â Loganâs warm breath groaned against the back of your neck, raising the hairs on it. His bulky arm hooked around to belly, trapping your pelvis against his. He had slowed his tempo in comparison to the previous two rounds, but he hadnât been this deep. With his leg The tip of his cock was pressing faint kisses against your cervix. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he could witness your face contort in continued pleasure. âYou can take it, baby. Taking me so fuckinâ good all night.â
Your voice was gravellyâsurely going to be gone in the morningâas your exhausted eyes peered toward Logan, âI-I canât, Lo-ganâŚnot again.âÂ
âCâmon, just one more for me, baby. Fuckinâ sinful how good you feel,â he murmured against your flushed cheek.Â
You nodded as you watched Logan hand move down to your overstimulated clit. The slightest pressure was enough to make your soft walls abruptly clench around his cock with a lusty ring. Rolling your hips against his, Logan was close to losing it. A growl escaped Loganâs chest as he picked up his paceâa stuttered pace.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Let it happen. Drench my cock.â
âFuck, Logan!â You cried, your entire low body trembling against his. Your own arousal dripped down to your thigh, dampening your blanket.
Logan pressed your arched back closer to his hairy chest. With one final thrust, he was incoherently grunting before staining your walls with his seed. Filled with his warmth, you felt your body completely relaxâfinally.Â
Logan's breathing was ragged against your neck. The only things that filled the room were your and Loganâs shared pants and the scent of your mixed arousals. He held you like that for a few moments, his heart pounding against your back. Logan was now having second thoughts about ravishing so rashly for your first time.
âToo much?â Logan asked, his voice tired and laced with concern as his hand softly massaged your side.
You wrapped your hand behind you to caress Loganâs cheek. A weak smile formed on your lips, âNo, noâŚit wasâŚâ You couldnât find the words. Your brain was foggy with gratification. Instead, you reached for your irate octopus on your nightstand. Quickly inverting the plushie, the octopus now had a gleeful expression.Â
Handing it to Logan, he gruffly chuckled, accepting your response. He planted a chaste kiss on your cheek with a satisfied smile. It was just the beginning for you twoâor the ten of you.
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sweet treat 2
In which sexy construction worker!rafe who spends his days lifting heavy stuff and building shit (his words) and driving shy!reader home shows up on her doorstep in the middle of the night...
Hi! this is a part two to this (also this whole story was originally supposed to be just a small blurb consisting of a few silly sentences but then I got a bit carried away :D) anyways hope you enjoy xx
part 3 part 4 part 5
cw: construction worker!rafe being a tease, slight somnophilia, smut (dry humping, dirty talk, p-in-v, unprotected sex)
wc: 2.7k
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Itâs past midnight when her doorbell rings, making her brows furrow. She throws the fluffy covers away, immediately yearning for the warmth of them as she pads her bare feet along the chilly hardwood floors of her apartment. Â
No one has ever been at her door this late, which makes her hesitate. Maybe itâs just her neighbor asking for sugar, she tries to reason, as if the retired elderly lady living next door would even be up this late. For all she knows, it could be a criminal whoâs escaped prison, holding a bloody knife at her.Â
Curiosity ends up getting the best of her (as always) and she finally opens the door, albeit gingerly, mentally preparing to face a serial killer. However, all her worries wash away like pollen under rain when she realizes itâs Rafe standing tall before her.Â
âOh, hi. What are youâ what are you doing here?â A surprised look paints over her visage. Â
âYou forgot this in my car, thought you might need it back,â heâs grinning, holding out a phone to her, pale yellow case making her realize itâs her phone. She almost doesnât recognize it, since it appears so tiny in his massive paw, almost like a miniature version of the device sheâs grown accustomed to. Â
âOh my god, I was looking everywhere for it, thought I was gonna have to buy a new one,â she takes it from him, a grateful smile etching her features. Â
âYeah, couldnât exactly call you,â he shakes his head at his terrible attempt at a joke.Â
A delighted giggle escapes her throat, nonetheless, eyes crinkling and teeth poking out; forcing the corners of his mouth to lift up as well as he finally takes in her appearance. Â
A worn-out t shirt a few sizes too big andâŚwell, thatâs it. Sheâs not wearing anything else. Heâs trying not to stare at her plush thighs, or the way the hem of the shirt slightly climbs up, revealing even more skin as she rakes a hand through a messy head of hair, swallowing nervously under his attention. Â
Unfortunately for the both of them, he never actually ended up fucking her when she came over to his place last week and had him cook for her. He just felt so bad about initiating something like that when she kept yawning through forkfuls of pasta, eyes barely staying open as she complained about her limbs aching and how she was so exhausted she could sleep for a week after the particularly long shift sheâd just had. Â
Which is why he simply drove her home after their late-night dinner and wished her a good night with a heavy hand on her shoulder, thumb smoothing over the material of her shirt, letting her rest in tranquility. Telling himself he could be patient with her, not wanting to rush anything. Â
However, sheâs not making it very easy for him right now when thereâs only one piece of clothing covering her. She looks so sleepy and pretty he has half the mind to pick her up in his arms and slump down on her bed, crawling under crisp sheets and feel how her lungs expand against his chest. Â
âSorry, did I wake you?â He carefully asks, suddenly worried heâs disturbed her serene slumber. Â
âNo, no. I mean, I was in bed but couldnât really sleep soâŚâ she trails off, desperately trying to come up with something to make him stay a bit longer, not wanting him to go yet; finding immense comfort in his assured presence. Â
âUm, do youâ do you want to come in? I could make you some tea or something?â She clumsily offers. Â
His brows raise, surprised at her proposition. Sheâs being uncharacteristically bold; his mouth twists into an amused simper.Â
âActually, forget I said anything, youâre probably really tired and just wanna go home, sorry, I donât know why I evenââ she scrambles to correct herself, and now that sounds more like the girl Rafeâs grown familiar with. Â
âDonât be stupid, of course Iâll come in,â he cuts her off, stepping past the threshold, taking a look around her cozy home. Leafy plants adding greenery to the small space and picturesque paintings fixed on the cream-colored walls. Itâs cute, he thinks. Â
She sets a steaming mug in front of him on her kitchen table and sits down next to him on a wooden chair. Heâs definitely not staring at the way the bottom of her shirt rides up the tops of her thighs, allowing for the flimsy material of her panties to peek out. He clears his throat. Â
âYou often have trouble sleeping?â He tries to focus on something else, anything else, taking a slow sip of the searing liquid; nearly burning his tongue in the process. Â
âYeah, sometimes. Itâs just sometimes itâs hard to shut my brain off after spending all day at the cafe. I try to fall asleep but the loud noises of the customers talking and the clinking of plates and spoons keep replaying in my head and suddenly Iâm wide awake, you know?â She explains. Â
âIâm sorry, is there anything that helps?â He prods. Â
âI donât know, I guess just trying to think of something else or talking with someone else,â she mumbles out.Â
âOh, so what youâre saying is that youâre just using me in order to fall asleep?â He teases, grinning when he manages to drag out yet another giggle from her mouth. Â
âYeah, I suppose I am,â her eyes glimmer like little stars when she looks at him. Â
âShould I feel offended right now?â He jokingly scoffs. Â
âNo, you should feel flattered, I donât invite just anyone into my home at almost 1 am, just so you know.âÂ
And he thinks he likes this side of her, all playful and sleepy, sheâs a lot less reserved than her usual fully rested and overly conscious self would be, more carefree. Maybe thatâs the reason he lets the next words escape the gaps of his teeth. Â
âYou into cuddling?â He asks, profound aquamarine locking with her rounded eyes. Â
âUhâ I mean, I probably would be if I had someone to cuddle with, but I donât soâŚâ she drifts off, not sure how to respond.Â
âWanna cuddle with me?â He says it so nonchalantly, and she doesnât understand how heâs so indifferent to this whole situation while she feels dizzy, dazed mind reeling and vivid heart tingling in her ribcage.Â
âReally? You want to? But wouldnât it be weird?â She seems taken aback by his proposal.Â
âWhy the fuck would it be weird? I mean, weâre friends, right?â His brows crease.Â
âYes, of course we are, I justââÂ
âLook, all Iâm saying, is that it might help you sleep, yeah? Having something else to focus on and shit,â he reasons, making her realize sheâs totally overthinking this; heâs simply trying to help. Â
âYouâre right, yeah, we should do that then,â she agrees and swiftly gets up on wobbly feet, almost falling face first on the ground, if not for his strong grip on her waist steadying her, grounding her, drawing a faint gasp from the back of her throat at his sudden proximity. Â
âEasy there, Sweetheart,â he chuckles against her hair, finding her eagerness to get into bed with him amusing. Â
âSorry,â she mumbles, a raspberry hue dusting over her cheeks. Â
And thatâs how they end up tangled in each other under her soft sheets, his beefy arms wrapped tightly around her middle, caging her in with gentle fingertips toying with the hem of her shirt. His sturdy chest rises and falls against her back in tandem with his steady breaths, pacifying her; coaxing her heavy lids to flutter closed. Â
Heâs so warm and big making her feel so secure and safe she thinks she wouldnât mind doing this again. Â
âYou good?â He murmurs next to her ear. Â
âMhm,â she blissfully croons, letting out a content exhale. Â
Her mind begins to topple over the edge of reality, plummeting into oblivion; a far away dreamland where everything is upside down and the ether is evermore the shade of fluffy cotton candy and the sand consists of stardust and ecstasy. Â
âSweet dreams,â is the last thing her misty awareness grasps onto before sheâs in the tender embrace of a crepuscular dormancy. Â
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Sheâs lethargic in her movements when she rouses from the abstruse blankness she seems to have lost herself in. Rafeâs heavy arm is draped over her waist, trapping her body into his and itâs murky in her unlit bedroom; the pale moonlight gleaming through the slots in her curtains the only beacon illuminating the space. Â
The lines of her cerebrum are blurred and sheâs not sure what has woken her up. Â
Then she feels it; something poking her from behind, pressing against her ass. Thereâs a crinkle in her brow until her eyes widen in realization. Â
Heâs hard. Rafe is hard and she can practically feel the culprit of his excitement since heâs only wearing a pair of boxers, having complained about getting all too hot during the night to wear anything more.Â
She swallows. Â
What is she supposed to do?Â
She shifts against him, trying to untangle her limbs from his. However, her attempt is proved fruitless when instead of unchaining her, he lets out a low groan, rumbling deep from his firm chest; grip tightening around her smaller form. Â
âRafe?â She calls out.Â
No response. Â
âRafe? Wake up.â Â
Still nothing.Â
She can feel him breathing heavily against her hair; pawing at her hips every now and then, trying to pull her even closer, even if theyâre already effectively glued together and thereâs absolutely no means for her to move. Â
Sheâs starting to become sticky between her thighs as he drags her against his cock again; seemingly stuck in a stupor. Â
She mewls when her clit throbs, pestering for some sort of friction. And thatâs when he finally stirs, the weight of his arms loosening like a tight knot unfurling and her lungs are finally able to greedily suck in brisk air. Â
âShit, sorry, my badâ his tone is gravelly and at that, some sort of birds begin flapping their wings in her tummy, jabbing at her insides.Â
However, he doesnât pull away like she half expects; her face heats up.Â
âItâs uhâ itâs okay. I meanâŚno worries,â she rambles because what the fuck is she supposed to say?Â
âNo, itâs fully my fault, just had quite a nice dream,â he admits, voice coarse.Â
âOh. What was it about?â She inquires, yawning, perhaps too curious for her own good. Â
âYou wanna know?â His brows raise, surprised.Â
She hums. Â
âWell, there was this really pretty girl, and she had me in her mouth and was letting me do whatever I wanted to her,â he murmurs with a heady tone overlaying his response. Â
âOh,â she tries to appear indifferent, although thereâs a pitiful sprout of jealousy threatening to blossom from the damp soil in the pit of her stomach at his words. Â
He chuckles at how oblivious she is. âYouâre silly sometimes, you know?â He was practically dry-humping her just now, was he not? Why would he be dreaming about another girl when heâs got her right here with him?Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âNothing,â he shakes his head, smiling to himself. Â
âSo, what else happened?â Â
âWhat else? Okay, then she let me do this,â he says at the same time as he grabs her hips again, pushing against her, earning a faint whimper from her when she can feel how big he is through the thin fabric of her underwear.Â
âRafeâŚwhat are you doing?â She manages to ask through a whine; his blunt nails denting the exposed skin of her thighs. Â
âGot no idea what youâre doing to me, do you?â He mutters, shallow.Â
âIâ what are youâ what are you talking about?â Her brain is foggy and sheâs not able to think straight when heâs so close. Â
He doesnât answer, instead continuing the retelling of his dream. âThen I grabbed her like this,â he lifts her on top of him in one smooth motion, as if she weighs nothing more than a piece of paper. Her inhale gets stuck somewhere along the way when he paws at her hips, shuffling her around until sheâs straddling him, properly sitting on top of his cock and he lets out a heartfelt grunt when she moves her achy cunt over him. Â
âYou like this? Such a needy little thing, yeah?â He helps her find some relief by grappling at her hips; dragging her against his cock, filthy groans escaping his mouth when he feels her wetness saturating the two layers of cotton between them. Â
âRafe, can youâŚâ Â
âCan I what, hm? Play with you a little?â He says as he slips a hand in her panties, fingers petting at her puffy clit and a loud moan leaves her when she lifts the fabric of her shirt up in order to have a better view. Â
âDidnât know you were such a dirty girl. Getting real fucking wet from me just being close to you, yeah?â His thumb rubs lazy circles on her sensitive button, making her cry out his name as she presses down harder against his cock.Â
âShit, gonna come in my fucking pants if you keep doing that. You wanna know what else was in my dream?âÂ
She nods, frantic. Â
âI pushed this little piece of fabric here to the side,â he says as he plucks at her underwear, doing just that. âAnd then, I did this,â he mutters as he takes himself out from the confines and her eyes round out as she looks down at it in his palm, mesmerized. He thuds the head of his cock on her clit, one, two, three times, and then smears it on her sticky folds, painting it up and down her soaked cunt. Â
âRafeâŚâ she whines, desperate to feel him inside her. Unfortunately for her, heâs feeling a little mean, pressing just the tip inside her tight hole, slowly pushing in and out, turning her into a whimpering mess. The hydrangea blue of his eyes is locked down to where they connect, fascinated. Â
âFuck, Sweetheart, does that feel nice?â He asks, swiping a thumb over her swollen bud, tucking his cock in a little deeper, forcing a loud noise to leave her throat. Â
âFeels so good, Rafe, I think Iâm gonnaâŚâ she trails off, lids heavy as she stretches around him. Â
âYouâre gonna come already?â he chuckles, amusement coating his face, nudging his dick about halfway in and out, never fully plunging it inside of her though. Â
âYou feel so good, I canâtâ canât hold it,â water droplets are gathering in the corners of her eyes, catching to her lashes as teary eyes look into larimar and she rolls her hips against him, chasing after some sort of release.Â
âShit, go on then, let me feel you soak my cock, yeah?â He encourages her and she doesnât need to be told twice; crying out and throbbing around him, hips stuttering as her cunt pulses and sheâs unspooling on top of him.Â
âThere you go, just fucking give it to me,â he grunts and all of a sudden, he feels his own orgasm approaching; rolling down a hill like a landslide. Sheâs squeezing around him so tight, he canât help but thrust his hips into her, a guttural moan leaving him when he stuffs his cock profoundly into her, to the hilt. Â
He stills inside her and then heâs groaning out when his cum gushes out from his drippy tip, coating her gummy walls in white, filling her to the brim; making her feel so full. She thinks she could die happy right now. Â
Thereâs so much of it, to the point where the sticky substance begins to seep out from where theyâre connected as they both pant, trying to even out their breathing. Â
She turns into something mellow in his arms, slumping down against him, burying her face in his neck as he draws sluggish circles on her back, calming her down with tender words spoken in gentle murmurs. Â
âDid so good for me, shit, we should do this more often, yeah?â He says with a sleepy tinge. Â Â
And sheâs completely out of it, head as empty as ever, merely managing an amorphous hum in agreement; tumbling down a slippery slide right back into a nebulous slumber.Â
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Dad's Best Friend!Miguel O'Hara blurb because I'm obsessed
UPDATE: Part 2
I love the DBF!Miguel O'Hara scenarios that have you sneaking around and fucking while your family is around and unaware BUT consider:
DBF!Miguel O'Hara who offered to let you stay at his place when you moved out for college. You don't have to worry about rent or anything because he'll take care of everything. He'll take care of you.
It all seemed so good and innocent at the start. You even got to have the place to yourself most of the days because of his demanding job. Miguel said you can bring your friends over but no romantic partners or flings allowed. Not that you had anyone in that way when you're so busy yearning for Miguel. You've had a crush on him since forever and every time you tried to get into a relationship or have sex with anyone, anyone your age, your mind always compared them to Miguel. For the longest time you were hopelessly yearning, convinced that he'd never return your feelings until one night.
You were lying in bed trying to catch your breath after fucking your pussy raw with your vibrator thinking about how hot Miguel looked that morning in his nice suit, ready for an important business meeting he had. You were about to fall asleep when you felt the bed dip and suddenly Miguel was pulling you close to him, your back against his chest. Your bare ass still wet from your own slick, flushed against his erection and the only barrier that separated you was the same sexy suit you had been fantasizing about. He was so big, he felt bigger than how you imagined him and your cunt throbbed, seemingly ready to be used and abused again.
He kissed your neck, licking and sucking, marking you as his while murmuring how long he had been wanting to do this. He heard you moaning his name when you thought he was going to come home late and he immediately called in his office to tell them he's taking a sick leave. He's going to spend that time fucking you, on every surface in the house, making up for all those times you teased him in the mornings just walking around in an oversized shirt and no bra. You didn't even wear shorts around him, gave him a show of your cute ass, trying to reach mugs from the high kitchen shelves. He had to go shamefully jerk off in his car just so he didn't have to go to work with a very obvious boner. How'd he explain that to your dad when he inevitably bumped into him in the office? His precious little daughter living under the same roof as this pervert?
Hearing you moan his name while you fucked your slutty cunt was the last straw, all his self restraint went out the window. He took your vibrator from your hand and let it overstimulate your swollen clit but immediately take it away when he feels you almost going over the edge. You whine and beg him to let you cum but he just laughs. He promised you'll cum plenty of times, more than you can handle.
Of course he eats your pretty pussy out and fuck you all night in so many different ways, in positions you never even heard of. Your pussy was swollen and oversensitive, and you're pretty sure your cervix is deliciously bruised. Miguel kisses your pussy as an apology but gets distracted and tongue fucks you and makes you cum again.
You slowed down some time in the morning. Miguel made you breakfast but soon enough you found yourself bent over the kitchen counter getting railed again. You don't know how this man had that much stamina at his age. You were getting close to cumming when you heard your phone ring. Your dad was calling you. You helplessly looked back at Miguel, expecting him to stop so you can pick up the call but he didn't stop and clicked the answer button for you. Your dad happily greets you over the phone wondering how you're doing and you tried to keep your voice steady and told him everything's good and uni was going great. Miguel leaned over, pressing his chest on your back and driving his cock deeper and harder into you. It took everything in you not to cry in pleasure and you wondered if your dad can hear the erotic sounds of Miguel's cock abusing your sopping wet hole and his balls slapping your aching clit.
Your dad told you he heard Miguel was taking a sick leave which he has never done befor. He was convinced that he must be really sick for that workaholic to finally take a break so he asked you to take care of his best friend for him. You told him not to worry because you were taking really good care of him.
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Ex Husband!Price who still comes over and shovels your driveway every time it snows. But then you feel bad because he comes into the mud room every fifteen minutes to warm up so when heâs done you insist he stays for a hot meal.
But then he helps clean up. Does the dishes and shoos you away when you tell him he really doesnât need to do all that.
Even worse if you have kids!! Theyâre thrilled that dad is around so they beg you to let him stay to watch a movie or play a few rounds of their video game. Of course you say yes. Who are you to take him away from the kids?
But then itâs late and heâs wound up carrying the kids up to their beds and tucking them in because theyâd already fallen asleep on the couch. You say your goodbyes and honestly itâs a little bittersweet because itâs been such a surprisingly good evening.
But when he tries to leave the drivewayâs already gotten all snowy again and youâd hate to be worrying about him driving home in these conditions so you offer him a spot on the couch swearing itâs only for tonight.
But then you get to talking about schedules and the kids sports theyâre signing up to play and he winds up walking you to your room so you can just finish your thought about how the two of you should split the costs for the sports your kids are doing in the spring.
But once youâre in your bedroom you remember that youâve been meaning to ask him about something on your computer so you leave him with your laptop while you get changed.
But then oh noooo he comes into the closet to ask you for a password and catches you pulling on the top of your pajamas. Youâre mortified. He says itâs nothing he hasnât seen before.
Somewhere in between deciding if youâll drive to or pick up from practice on Thursdays, his hands start to wander. Resting over your sex from over a pair of flannel pajama pants. Usually, youâd tell him off. Monologue about how this isnât how things work because it complicated things and you both need to set boundaries. But tonight you donât.
Maybe itâs because you had two heavy-handed pours of your favorite wine with dinner. Maybe it was seeing him with your kids again. Maybe it had just been too long since youâd felt anything other than a cheap bullet vibrator.
So you let him slip his hand down your pants.
But itâs a bit jarring to feel his wedding band still on his finger.
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STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, matt sturniolo
synopsis⌠matt finally decided to be a true frat boy and do a one night stand. unfortunately for him, he didnât know addicting you were which turned that one night to nearly every night
warnings⌠fratboy!matt, collagestudent!reader, mentions of alcohol and drug usage, kinda pussydrunk!matt, kinda obsessive!matt, mentions of fratboy!chris, p in v (HOORAY HE PULLS OUT), overstimulation
@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3
matt didnât even want to join a frat sorority house, he was just following chris. yes, he did participate in the parties sometimes and heâs gotten high once or twice. matt isnât a prude but he likes to think that he has morals. which is why heâs most likely the only guy in the frat house who doesnât do regular hook ups.
âbro you gotta catch an ass or something, this life your living is boring as shitâ chris laughs. both brothers had heavy red eyes as they sat at the couch in a random party they found themselves in. yet again, matt followed chris. matt licked his dry lips then shook his head. he looked around the party at all the collage girls in their skimpiest outfits, drunk off their asses.
âalright how bout this,â he says as he looks at chris, ânext girl to walk in, iâll take her homeâ he offers. chris laughs at his proposal as he tags a drag from the nearly finished blunt. they kept an eye on the door, waiting for someone, anyone to walk in. then you did.
âcanât back out nowâ chris smirks.
you rolled your eyes with a groan as you heard a ring from your phone again. you didnât even have to look at the caller id to know who it was. matt sturniolo. for the past three days since that party, heâs been hot on your trail. it was like you couldnât go a day without hearing from him.
you pick up the phone, âyes matthew.â you sigh. you heard shuffling then heavy breathing. âcome over baby please- i need youâ he moaned. you could hear him shamelessly stroking himself through the speaker.
âmatt i have a test in the morning-â
âplease- fuck- iâll drive you to class tomorrowâ
you decided to cave in and close your laptop. whatâs one more day? you grabbed your school bag and an overnight bag then packed up your stuff. âtell one of the boys to leave the door unlockedâ you say before hanging up. you walked out your dorm as quiet as possible, trying not to wake your roommates up.
âone more- just one more fâmeâ he sighed as he rolled his hips. matt was leaning over you with his legs trapping you between them. he had his hands on your waist with a tight grip as if he was afraid youâd disappear if heâd let go. you were drowning in your own moans as your nails dragged down his back. âjust canât get enough of this pussyâ he moans.
you couldnât tell if he was being honest this time granted the last three rounds. you looked at matt through your glossed eyes. his head was thrown back with his eyes squeezed shut. you shook your head as you felt yet another orgasm being forced out of you. âm-matt i canât!â you whined.
âcâmon baby just give it tâmeâ he mutters. you felt your legs shake as you released for the fourth time tonight. matt hissed as he felt his own getting ready to spill out. he didnât want to pull out. but he also didnât want to give you something that you werenât ready for.
finally, he pulls out as ropes of his seed painted your stomach. matt looked at you with a smile as he tried catching his breath. your face was flushed with your hair slightly sticking to your forehead from sweat. âcan i take a picture?â he asked as he reached for his phone. you weakly threw a pillow at him as he lets out a small laugh.
âmattâ
âmattâ
âmatt!â
âwhat chrisâ matt grumbled. he wasnât even looking at chris when he answered, he was looking at you. âkid what the fuck is up with you latelyâ chris questioned. for the past two weeks, matt has been leaving the house way more and skipping out on hanging out with the guys.
matt didnât even acknowledge his question. he was too busy staring at the guy who you were giggling with. his nose was flared and his eyes were holding a harsh glare. âholy shit kid, sheâs got you tied downâ chris laughs. matt lets out a much needed breath of air before finally turned to chris.
he crosses his arms then leans back to the wall. âthereâs some shit going on later right?â matt asks. chris nods, âand our favorite friend is gonna be thereâ he smirks. matt knew he was referring to the well known dealer. he closed his eyes but quickly shot them open as images of you flashed across his mind.
âwhere the fuck am i?â matt grumbles as he nearly trips over his own feet. he pulls his phone out his pocket and winces at the brightness as it turns on. matt was completely out of it and a whole three blocks away from the party he was supposed to be at.
it was half past midnight, and matt was high and drunk of whatever bullshit he got his hands on. he noticed familiar street lights in his surroundings then allowed his feet to take him towards the memorized direction. the common dorms were a street away. your dorm was a street away.
matt stumbled as he found himself in front of the door where your dorm laid behind. he tried to call your phone as quick as possible before nearly dropping it. âmatt?â he heard your tired voice say. a lopsided smile found it way to his face.
âiâm o-outsideâ he slurred. shuffling and a deep sigh was heard from the other side before hearing the door open. âstay there okay? iâm comingâ you tell him. matt did exactly as you said and waited for you to come get him.
his smile slightly dropped when hearing the call end but it quickly came back as soon as he saw your face when the door opened. he stumbled forward and pulled you into a messy kiss. you pushed him away slightly then steadied him with your hands on his forearms.
âyour eyes are really red and you taste like vodkaâ you stated. he wasnât even listening to your complaints as he admired your features. you rolled your eyes then pulled him inside. he trialed behind you like a lost puppy as you took him back to your dorm as quiet as possible.
as soon as your door was shut, matt tried kissing you again. you stopped him with a hand on his chest then pushed him back onto your bed. âdoes anyone know that youâre here?â you ask him. matt shakes his head with that dopey smile still stuck on his face.
âtheyâll probably come to find me soonâ he says. you bit your lip as you cautiously walk closer to him and stand between his legs. you felt his hands trail up to your waist then rest it there as if they belonged. âwe arenât doing anything tonight, okay?â you tell him.
matt sighs as he lets his head drop down to your stomach. âlook what youâve done to meâ he whispers. he groans as you run your fingers through his hair. âgo lay down, i gotta finish this paperâ you tell him before kissing the top of his head.
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Toji Fushiguro
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: Toji won't tell you he loves you, even when it's so painfully obvious.
Warnings: MDNI, Fluff, Smut, Nipple Play, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Slight Angst
*The prologue is heređĽš
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Toji has never felt more alive before. Tojiâs known love before, but not like this. It isnât sweet or comforting⌠Thrilling, yeah, heâd say itâs thrilling. He feels like a dumb teenager again, but he loves the feeling.
Youâre sitting next to him in the car, singing along to the song on the radio as he drives you home. He has a hand on the wheel, the other caressing your thigh. Itâs a little late, but your night is just getting started.
âYour singing is awful.â Toji tells you as he parks in front of your apartment complex. He turns down the song still, wanting to hear your voice better even when he claims itâs badâ Thatâs how he knows something is wrong with him. Toji would tell you to shut up if you were anybody else.
He turns off the car when the song is over, and you whine because heâs ruined your fun. You quickly get over it when he opens your car door, offering his hand, which you take to prompt yourself out of the vehicle. Your arm enlaces with his before you begin the short walk back to your place.Â
âYour dad told me to make sure you get home safe, so no funny business.â Toji says, and you roll your eyes at him. Heâs the one that breaks the rule first each and every time, itâs annoying to hear him say that even when heâs clearly joking.
âStep-dad.â You correct him, though you know it goes in one ear and out the other. Heâll make the same mistake over and over again. âSince when do you listen to him?â
âSince he promoted me.â Toji responds, which earns a chuckle from you. Thatâs fair enough. He lets go of your arm, choosing to rest his hand on your lower back until youâre finally at your door.Â
âAlright, see ya.â You open the door and enter the place without even looking back at Toji. Youâre shutting the door, but his hand stops it. His arm wraps around your waist and he brings you back to him.
âThatâs not a proper goodbye.â He says, and thereâs a smirk on your face. Heâs not going to leave so easily, but you arenât going to let him have his way so quickly. Youâre convinced itâs the reason why Toji always comes back at your doorstep, seeking more.Â
Since the very beginning, you both agreed that you didnât want something that required commitment. It started off as something casual, but slowly your relationship has evolved. Itâs come to the point where you call him your boyfriend to othersâ Though, when someone asks about your relationship status, you tell them youâre single.Â
âNo funny business, Mr. Fushiguro.â You remind him, and you feel his grip tighten. You canât keep up the act for too long, quickly melting with his touch. He knows the effect he has on you, and you have to put up a fight at the very least to put off the illusion that youâre wrapped around his finger.Â
âSince when do you listen to me?â He asks, and you hold your breath. You bite down your lip before slowly turning to look at him.
âYou wanted me to take you more seriously this week, and Iâm doing what you told me.â Youâre fighting back on smiling right at his face. Youâre right, you had a minor argument earlier in the week because you âtreat everything he says as a jokeâ. He purses his lips together, thinking of his next words. âDo you have an issue with my attitude?â
Instead of answering, he chooses to pick you up from the floor, throwing you over his shoulder before walking inside. He shuts the door behind him and idles in your living room. Should he throw you on the couch or take you straight to the bedroom?
âPut me down, Toji!â You yell, hitting his back with your fist. It causes no pain or discomfort to him, so heâll ignore you. On the contrary, your fist hurts from making contact with his back. âToji! Put me down you big buffoon!â
He puts you down, per your request, gently laying you down on the couch. However, he gets on top of you so you really arenât free. Thereâs a smirk on his face as he looks down at you, which slowly fades away as he looks into your eyes. His cheeks turn pink as he looks back and forth between your eyes and lips.
Heâs in love, he really fucking is. Even at the mere thought of your presence, his heart feels like it's about to beat out of his chest. How can he not love you? Youâre so fucking beautiful, and thatâs the least impressive thing about you. Youâre compassionate, intelligent, hilarious, respectful, responsibleâ The list goes on. Youâre everything that he isnât.Â
âToji, get off me if you arenât going to do anything.â You stop the train of thought that goes through his head, and he proceeds to listen to you. You sit up on the couch, while he stands up, making himself welcome at your home and going to your kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.
âYou want some tea?â He asks as if you were the guest in your own apartment. You sigh, standing up from the couch and following him to the kitchen. You stay quiet, and he takes that silence as a no to his question.
You sit on the counter, watching every move Toji makes, in complete silence. Toji appreciates your gaze on him⌠But he canât help but feel as if somethingâs wrong. Youâre completely quiet, there must be something wrong.
âWhatâs on your mind?â He speaks up, not being able to bear the silence for too long. Silence between you is usually a good sign, he enjoys your presence as simple as it can be but thereâs something up with you tonight. Youâre watching him as if you were trying to figure something out. You shake your head, as if you have nothing to say but he knows you do, âI know that pretty little look on your face, youâre thinking of something.â
âI want to introduce you to my family.â You tell him, and he freezes. He furrows his brows before chuckling.
âYour family already knows me.â He answers, though he knows exactly what you mean. Heâll play dumb, thatâs what he does best. He hears the water boiling, and he turns his attention to that. He hopes that with his answer, youâll drop the subject. He doesnât want to flat out tell you that he wants to keep things a secret.
âWhereâs my mug?â He asks, searching the cabinets for the mug that he usually drinks from. Thatâs how serious things are, he has his own coffee mug at your place. He spots it, behind a nice tea set, one thatâs usually hidden away.Â
âI want to introduce you as my boyfriend.â You continue your conversation as he prepares his tea. Heâs more than capable of talking as he pours boiling water into the mug, but heâs not saying anything. Your words fall on deaf ears. âToji, I know that you heard me.â
âItâs such a big step.â He responds, and you feel your heart drop. A sheepish smile comes to your lips, and you nod in response. Youâre not one to argue much, and you definitely arenât a woman who will beg.Â
If heâs not ready, then heâs not ready. He knows that you wonât wait around for him forever. He lets out a low laugh before saying, âPlus, I wouldnât want your dad to kill me.â
âThat man wonât be the one to kill you if you keep calling him my dad.â You stick your tongue out at him, and he stops what heâs doing to walk over to you. He loves that youâre sitting on the counter, with little room to escape. His hands go on either side of you, a cocky smirk all over his face.
âYou killing me? Iâd pay to see that.â His face is inching closer to yours, stopping when heâs practically breathing on your face. His nose touches yours, and you feel your body get hot as your heart threatens to beat out of your body. Your hands go behind him, interlacing on the back of his neck. His voice is much lower when he speaks again, âMy big girl hurting me, oh Iâd kill for that.â
âSince when are you a masochist?â You ask, and you hear him chuckle. When it comes to you, heâs everything under the sun. Heâs looking into your eyes, getting lost in your gaze within a matter of seconds.Â
He really is in love, itâs fucking sick.Â
âSince a pretty little thing threatened to hurt me.â His hands go to your thighs, thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin. If he continues, he wonât stop until heâs satisfiedâ Not that you particularly mind either.
âYour tea is going to get cold.â You remind him that thereâs something waiting for him. Youâre just waiting your breath, knowing that Toji has long forgotten about it. The moment he put the mug down, the tea was wasted.
âGood. I always burn my tongue for being too impatient.â He steals a kiss from you, and when he pulls away, you bring his head back. His lips are overpowered by yours, your tongue making its way into his mouth, pressing against his own. Itâs more passionate than the innocent kiss he had stolen from you. Itâs hard for you to stop once he gives you a taste.Â
âTojiâŚâ You place your forehead on his when you pull away. You look into his lustful eyes, the urge of asking a question that you shouldnât ask now, overtaking you. But you will, because in order to get what he wants, heâll say anything you want to hear. âDo you love me, Toji?â
His hands cup your face and he presses his lips against yours. Itâs just one kiss. Then two. You lose count, and youâre getting lost in his touch. Youâre melting with his every move, and the desire to hear him say he loves you grows. Youâre desperate to hear it, even if it isnât true.
âToji, answer my question.â You put your hand over his lips, stopping him from kissing you more. Itâs to no avail since it takes no effort from him to remove your hand, and resume kissing you. You donât stop him this time, instead, you allow yourself to indulge.
You accept the silence as a no, which you wonât take to heart. He doesnât have to tell you that he loves you when he doesnât. Itâs unfair to him when you agreed in the very beginning that this is something casual. You put him on the spot in hopes that heâll take what you have more seriously, but he isnât going to because it isnât what he signed up for⌠So why does Toji act so loving?
Your legs wrap around his waist as he picks you up before carrying you to your bedroom. He knows exactly where to go, not needing to look away from you for a single second. He continues to kiss you so needily, heâs searching for something that only you can provide.Â
âI need you.â He slips in inbetween kisses, which nearly drives you insane. Itâs not what you asked to hear, but youâll take it. He gently lays you down on the bed, once again on top of you and leaving you without an escape route. He kisses you slowly, his lips slowly moving down your body.
Tojiâs kisses come to a halt when your clothing gets in the way. He wants to curse at the fabric for covering you up and making his job slightly more difficult. He gets up from the bed and hurriedly takes off every article of clothing that denies him the lovely view of your body. He nearly wants to rip apart every piece but he wonât risk you getting mad at him for it.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â Toji says, licking his lips before tracing back all the places heâs kissed, just this time he wonât be interrupted by anything. Heâs going to fulfill himself to his heartâs content.
He kisses down to your breasts before focusing his tongue around your nipple. You feel a warm hand travel down your body, and getting caught between your thighs. You inadvertently get shy with him, even when this has become part of your weekly routine. He always manages to get past it, spreading your legs apart and stopping his mouth to tell you, âNowâs not the time to get shy, beautiful.â
His mouth wraps one of your nipples, sucking on it, as two fingers run through your slick folds. Youâre already so wet for him, and heâd tease you for it but his mouth is too preoccupied to mutter a single word. Tojiâs priority at this moment is making you feel goodâ As well as enjoying himself.
Youâre softly moaning while Toji flicks his tongue, and his fingers rub your clit. He detaches his mouth from your nipple, his lips going up to messily kiss yours before going back to your breasts. His mouth wraps around your other nipple, beginning to suck as two of his fingers apply pressure to your entrance.Â
âTojiââ His name rolls off your tongue when he pushes his fingers inside of you. Itâs the sweetest melody for his ears, motivation to keep him going. Your voice is all he needs to hear.Â
He doesnât waste a single second in satisfying you, curving his fingers so they hit just the right spot. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, pleasure already consuming you. Your thoughts from earlier are long forgotten while heâs doing what he does best.
Your moaning gets louder as his thumb begins to play with your clit. Itâs getting harder for you to contain yourself, since heâs stimulating you in every way possible. Heâs moaning on your tit, the vibrations of his tongue nearly sending you over the edge.Â
âYouâre such a good girl, baby.â He praises you, finally detaching himself from your breasts. His eyes focus on your face and the look of bliss thatâs written all over itâ And he isnât even close to being done.Â
Toji takes his fingers out before the pressure that builds up in your lower abdomen can release. Heâs usually not impatient, but his cock is throbbing in his pants and if he doesnât deal with it soon, heâll lose his mind. He almost feels bad for leaving you unsatisfied⌠Almost. The whine that leaves your lips makes a smirk appear on his face, making him comment, âAw, you need me so badly?â
âJust hurry up.â You respond in complete annoyance. Youâre clenching around nothing, needing him to fill you with pleasure. Just for tonight, he wonât tease you more. He just needs you so much, he canât waste any more time.
Toji strips down from his clothes, spitting into his palm before taking his cock into his hand. He slowly strokes his cock as his eyes watch you⌠What position will he take you in tonight? Before he can even decide, your legs wrap around his torso. Heâll watch your face contort with pleasure to serve as another stupid reminder that heâs in love with everything you do.Â
Tojiâs cock runs through your folds, slowly inserting himself into you. A soft moan escapes his lips as he feels you around him, feeling too good. This is what heâs been waiting for all night; his definition of a proper goodbye from you.
When he bottoms out he gives you a moment to adjust, until youâre moving for him, a little too desperate to wait any longer. Tojiâs hands hold on to your hips as he begins to move for you. Toji hates the feelingâ Heâs in ecstasy the moment heâs inside of you. Heâs addicted to you like a drug, how is he supposed to ever move on?
âYou feel so fucking good.â He says through gritted teeth, trying to contain himself. Although he sees that itâs not only him thatâs struggling in keeping control. Youâre arching your back, eyes rolling to the back of your head and lips parted as Toji hits every right spot.
âItâs too much, Toji!â Youâre practically yelling, even when he isnât doing much. He just does everything right even when heâs barely trying. It boosts his ego.
âYou can take it, baby.â He answers as his hand goes down to play with your clit, adding even more to your pleasure. Youâre completely putty with his touch. Youâre absolutely nothing. Itâs hard not to be when a simple touch of his makes you euphoric.
âTojiâ Fuck!â You moan, and he fucks you with more vigor every time he hears his name. It fuels him. He wishes it was a sound he got to hear each and every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second.Â
âKeep saying my name, beautiful, it sounds so fucking hot.â He says and you chant his name as many times as he needs to hear it. Your mind is completely clouded, youâll do his every request with the promise that heâll satisfy you.
Maybe you should use the situation to your advantageâ Hear what you want to hear, but you canât. Tojiâs completely dominated your mind and body.
You get louder as your orgasm nears, slowly taking over you. Youâre clenching around him, getting him to moan your name because of the way you feel around him. Your hand is gripping the bed sheets, shutting your eyes as the pleasure of your body consumes you as a whole.
You feel Toji force your hand away from the bedsheet, forcing your fingers to intertwine with his. Your legs spasm as you reach your climax, a loud moan almost drowning out Tojiâs words, âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
It doesnât take too long for Toji to follow your lead, too worked up from the mere thought of being with you. Toji fills you up with his cum, not even bothering to make the effort of pulling out. He never does anyway, heâs not going to change tonight.
Toji pulls out, laying down beside you as you both pant to catch your breath. After this heâll run you a bath and leave after a couple of kisses, itâs his usual routine. A routine he made to not get attached⌠A routine thatâs gotten him nowhere.
You turn your head to look at him while he stares at the ceiling. The answer is no, but the question still weighs heavy on your chest. âTojiâŚâ
âHmmâŚ?â He looks back at you, and thereâs a spark in his eyes thatâs unmistakable. You know that actions speak louder than words but you need to hear it.
âYou still havenât answered my question.â You respond, and a slight frown appears on his face.
âWhy do you need to know?â He questions, and you feel your heart is about to beat out of your chest. You bite down your lip, wondering if you should drop it. Never ask him again, even if you know youâll regret it in the near future.
âIââ A sigh leaves your lips. You canât hide it from him, even if he doesnât love you or care for you the way you care for him. âMy parents want me to get married soon.â
He knows. He knows all about your situation, more than heâd like to know. Toji doesnât say anything to comfort you, instead, he brings you close to him. He kisses the top of your head, instead of telling you all that he wants to say. Heâs not going to tell you all that you want to hear.
âIâm not worth it.â He mutters. He doesnât want you to ruin your future for him. Toji wants the best for you; after all, he is in love with you.
Even though it's different from the love he's experienced, he's still in love. No amount of arguing with himself will disprove it.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask him, hope in your eyes that heâll say something more. Youâd do anything to have him say just a little more. But he shakes his head, refusing to elaborate.
âIâll run you a bath.â Toji changes the topic, standing up from the bed and walking to your bathroom.
Heâll continue the routine, knowing itâs one of the last times that heâll get to do it.
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i see you | ln x she.
Pairing: lando x she.
Summary: a new voice appears on the radio to get lando through the end of the hungary race. part 2 here.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warning: we've taken some liberties on whose allowed on the team radio ok? i'm in mourning. this is also my first time writing for f1 or lando so >.>
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the small crackle in his ear was a sure sign that someone was about to patronise him again. for years, for years he had bled for mclaren. he'd turned down calls from horner and the men in red, he'd turned his nose to them every single time and now he finally had a chance to put a closer dent in his gap on the world championship and they just wanted him to give it up. it wasn't fair, oscar couldn't even keep up he was the fastes-
"lan?" the quiet voice that appeared in his ear shocked him, his frown forming in his helmet.
"love? now they're using you to get to me?" he scoffed at the thought, his foot on the throttle a little harder as he made his way around turn 11. fuck the team orders, they couldn't do this to him.
for her part, his girl could feel the guilt eating at her chest. "i think so." she'd wanted to smack will when he had looked at her pleadingly from the garage. "but you tell me right now, if you want this win and i'll fight will for the radio for the rest of the race, i'll be out of here so quick and i'll cut them off, give you the time you need." she offered and lando knew she meant it. his girl was quiet, preferred to stay out of the lime light and would always pick his jolly over the flash cars he had, but when it came down to it she was scrappy.
a small smile appeared on the racers face as he thought about the sight, honestly he hoped she managed to trip will and cause some momentary damage. noting he had gone quiet she let her head drop a little, eyes closing as she tried to imagine was going through his head. "my love...can you look at him in the morning if you don't let him past now?" she asked quietly, ignoring the glares that were surrounding her in the pit wall.
"it's a win baby, i need to prove that i can win on my own after miami and i need...i need those points for the championship."
"so drive, put your throttle down lan, drive and don't stop till the flag if you can live with being that man, but i know you and i love you and i'll love you regardless of what you chose right now but i also know you and this won't be winning on your own merit, this will haunt you my love and he'd do it for you, you know he'd do it for you."
lando paused again, swallowing as he rounded the corner. "you'd love me even if i took the win?"
"even then." and now she was pretty sure will was going to murder her if she ever surrendered this radio, at the very least, andreas was never letting her back in the garage.
"you'll love me more if i give osc the spot back?" he hated how unsure his voice sounded as he asked the question and her heart broke for him over how much she knew he would tare into himself later.
"no lando, my love for you isn't based on what you do in that car, not ever, its the man that comes home to me i care about." chewing on her lip she let her gaze flicker to the monitors. "the pit lane straight is coming up..." the comment hung in the air between them and she watched as it happened, 6 seconds, 5.3 seconds, 4 seconds - lando was letting him past.
"you're my winner lando." she whispered softly into the radio, silently wiping the tear that fell at his act. the look of relief around the pit wall was enough to make her guilt grow even more, at what they had cost lando today, what they had made her do. if they could just get their damn strategies right he wouldn't have been put in this position in the first place, he'd had been free to race as he came out behind oscar but instead she would piece together the pieces they threatened to break again as she took care of him tonight.
"i love you so much." lando urged as he watched oscar fly past him, his heart stopping for a moment before his foot found the throttle again. he didn't want to hear wills voice again, not right now and they could make it through two more laps without his help anyway. "will you stay with me for the rest of the race?" he asked because wins and races could come and go so long as he had her.
her eyes flickered to andreas on the wall from where she knew he was listening, watching as he nodded. "confirmed norris, i'm with you till the end." they didn't say much as he finished his race but she kept the line open with him. if the rest of the world would have something to say about the lovers simply existing together for the next two minutes then let them, she was the only one who saw him sometimes she was sure, the only one who knew what he had just done would be doing to him inside.
the chequered flag came and she checked the screens once more before making the call. "that's p2 baby, p2, you know what to do from here." sliding from her chair she didn't bother to take the head set off as she made her way through the garage and out through the pit lane to where she knew lando would soon be parking. she was easy to spot with the bright yellow merch she wore, forever a lando girl over mclaren and her eyes shiny as she watched her man move to congratulate oscar. it left a bitter taste in her mouth, that the win would be tainted by shitty team orders but she'd get to celebrating with oscar later once she knew her driver was ok.
she continued to chew at her lip as lando removed his helmet, the green eyes she knew so well looking around for her and she let her smile return at the way his shoulder visibly relaxed at the sight of her. lando was slow to move, not wanting to risk any more hate that he already knew he was going to get but there was only one thing he wanted right now. the hands he felt cupping his face, an instant sanctuary for the male. "i see you lan." the soft words that meant more to him than even love would.
leaning forward lando let the gap between them close, his lips find hers softly for a moment. normally she would pull away and scald him, knowing just how many cameras were in this pit lane to capture the moment but he needed her more now than she needed to shrink into the shadows. "i'm so damn proud of you." she whispered against his lips, fingers finding the damp curls at the back of his head and her chest settling now that she could hold him once more.
he'd never been as good with words as she had, always seemingly saying the same thing but he wanted to try, for her. "you mean more to me than all this you know?" he could already hear the people calling his name for media duties and as tempting as it was to just face the fines, grab his girl and vanish, lando knew that it would be better for the team if he saved them face. all the blood he'd lost for them still had to count for something right? taking a final second to lock in her face, lando lent forward for a final singular kiss. "i'll see you in my drivers room." he promised before he stepped away.
with a small nod she moved back, eyes filled with tears once more as he stepped up to take the mike from nico and he demonstrated once more why he was the man she adored. racing could continue to test him all it wanted, but she would be the anchor whilst he weathered any storm for as long as he needed her.
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absolutely live for ur roommate!james could you maybe write one on him meeting some of readers friends for the first time or calling james to pick u up after a girls night đwould love to see him finally feel âincludedâ in our life like we are in his
Thank you for requesting lovely!
cw: alcohol
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 â part 4 âpart 5 â part 6 â part 7 â part 8 â part 9 â part 10 â part 11 âpart 12 â part 13
roommate!James x shy!reader ⥠1k words
James is so absorbed in the football match on his phone that when thereâs a tap on the window next to his face, he jolts halfway across the center console and squeaks like heâs twelve years old again.Â
Youâre beaming outside the car. Your shoulders shake with quiet, un-self-conscious laughter, so itâs impossible for James to be any kind of upset. Still, he makes a show of huffing a little as his own smile spreads. He reaches over and opens his door.Â
âSorry,â you say. You donât look it, so he lets you off the hook for your over-apologizing.Â
âWho do you think would drive you home if I had a heart attack?â James asks. Heâs somewhat breathless, either because of the scare or the easier-than-usual grin still fixed on your face.Â
You lean against the side of his car and roll your eyes. âOh, your heartâs too healthy to be in danger of attacks.âÂ
âWhat are you doing on this side of the car? Youâre the passenger, you know.â
âOkay, listen.â You give him a very intentional look. Itâs more eye contact than heâs used to from you, and it makes his guts go all twisty in a surprisingly nice way. âItâs completely up to you, of course, but I think Iâm about to make you an offer you canât refuse.âÂ
It clicks into place. âYouâre drunk.âÂ
âNot very.â Your grin is a short fall from impish. Your eyes sparkle. God help him. âBut youâre about to be.âÂ
James feels his eyebrows float up. âHow do you figure?âÂ
âBecause Iâve come to collect you. If you want.âÂ
âTo collect meâŚwhere?â
âInside,â you say, as though this should be obvious. You tip your head towards the restaurant. âWeâve just closed, and we have so much wine. Pleasepleaseplease, James, come in.âÂ
âOkay.â Heâs letting you tug him from his car before he knows what heâs agreed to, only that one please will always be enough to get whatever you want from him. âAlright, love, but doesnât your manager mind that youâre drinking their wine?âÂ
You let loose a bark of laughter, loud and sharp and totally unlike you. âTom? Yeah, right.âÂ
Tom, James learns quickly upon entering the rowdy atmosphere of your workplace after hours, is younger than the both of you, hardly old enough to serve alcohol and yet managing the restaurant. And the wine isnât stolen, necessarily, but the fortunate leavings of a wealthy customer who bought more bottles than his table could handle and then left nearly all of them.Â
Everyone whoâd been on the night shift is strewn about the empty restaurant. Servers and busboys and dishwashers all perched on stools, standing behind the bar, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on tables. You take James by the hand, first reclaiming the bottle of wine youâd evidently stored behind the hostâs station and then leading him around the room to introduce him to various coworkers. His hand feels warm and tingly. You have an easy repartee and a million in-jokes with the servers, but even the kitchen staff seems to adore you. As they rightly should, James thinks. Itâs obvious youâre as kind and considerate here as you are at home, and he feels a bit silly for not having been able to picture you in this place so clearly before now.Â
Art is working with you again tonight. Itâs embarrassing, the warm wave of relief that James feels when he notices you donât pay him any extra attention. He makes a mental note to extend his offer of a ride home more often. Every time your hand starts to slip from Jamesâ, you readjust your grip before he can even think of doing it himself. Suits him just fine; ever since your mugging incident, suddenly James is in this weird place where he always wants a hand on you.
You say his name, and then the lip of a bottle is being pushed against his lips.Â
âYou havenât had hardly any.â You look like youâre trying to pout, but your eyes are smiling.Â
James takes the bottle from you. He looks you in the eyes as he takes a sip as if to say, Happy? Itâs barely enough to warm his throat. âI am still driving us home, you know.â Â
The pout is getting better. âI know, but Iâm trying to be fun for you. You donât have to drive us if you donât want to! Youâre always the one doing the nice things.âÂ
âOh, donât.â His tone is fonder than he means for it to be, but luckily youâre too tipsy to mind. âYouâre plenty fun. You do nice things for me all the time.âÂ
âYeah, but not enough to balance out.â You make your eyes big and pitiful. James feels fortunate this isnât a skill you seem inclined to utilize sober. âObviously you donât have to if you donât want to, butâJamie, donât hold back because of me, please.âÂ
His stomach does an impressive flip. He doesnât think you realize youâve called him that, doubts youâd have done it under normal circumstances, but his nervous system cares not for rationalizations. He wants desperately to hear you say it again.Â
You beam as James lifts the bottle to his lips again, taking a few hearty gulps. You both end up walking home that night, but you wake even before James to go retrieve his car in the morning.
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hhu getting all sulky because another member/guy drove you home after work � :>
being sulky you bc of another guy - hhu
content: mentions of established relationship, mentions of some jealousy, etc.
wc: 316
a/n: lmk if u would like a vu or pu version<3
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seungcheol -
so overdramatic over it lmao. makes sure you know how sad he is over it, he walks around sulking and with a permanent pout on his face. how dare you depend on another guy when you have him? when you know he'd drop anything to come pick you up himself? do you need his card to call an uber? he'll give it to you! as long as you promise to never get another man to do you any favors â that's his job.
wonwoo -
completely indifferent about it. asks you if you wanna stay on the phone next time while on your way just to make sure you're fine and safe. also offers if you need him to drive you or if you need him to send over his driver. he'd never want to inconvenience you, so he's just always offering up alternatives to ensure your most comfort. would rather he be the one to drive you, though.
mingyu -
tiny bit sulky at knowing you had to go ask someone else for a favor rather than him. he's not jealous bc it was a guy who drove you home, but more so because you felt the need to go to someone else for a favor rather than him. he'd rather you ask him for such things, not liking the idea of you heading home with a stranger rather than him. if it had been a member, he'd see no issue and would not mind.
vernon -
doesnt really care. he knows you have male coworkers as well as male friends, so of course interacting with them is just going to happen. he trusts you too much to even let any jealous ideas cross his mind. he'd be specially fine with it if it was one of his members who drove you home since he knows and trusts them as much as you. would not even question it.
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well kept [4] r. cameron
[warnings] dark!ceo!rafe x reader, size difference, billionaire!older!rafe, shy!reader with low self-esteem, reader is a person who stutters, boss x personal assistant, heavy abuse of power, emotional/mental manipulation, DUBCON/NONCON, corporal punishment, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+
A/N: longest chapter yayyyy :):)
word count: 4.9k
In which Rafe's control pushes you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
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Rafe Cameron could handle his liquor, you learned that quickly. After accompanying him to a few dinner parties and watching him down several shots of whiskey before finishing an entire pitcher of beer, you wondered how he maintained his physique. He never slurred his words or stumbled, he seemed entirely happier when he was drinking, a completely different person.Â
Heâd forced you to drink a cocktail and that quickly made you feel wobbly. The nights were a blur of conversations and you were tethered to reality by the feeling of Rafeâs hand on your lower back. He never introduced you as his assistant to his rich friends. You were just Y/N. âSheâs cute, yeah?â He would say to people. Usually your dress was way too short or your cleavage was spilling from your top. Unfortunately, you sipped your drink when you were nervous.
You were exhausted by the end of the night and a little tipsy though you hadnât dared to drink nearly as much as he did.Â
âCâmon, Iâll take you home,â Heâd said, hand on your waist as he guided you out of the restaurant. Sometimes it made you feel protected. Like Rafe could hurt you, sure, but at least no one else could.Â
âShould you be driving?â Youâd mistakenly asked, words slipping out before you could stop them. He took it as a challenge to his manhood and the look on his face made you regret it.Â
âIâm fine,â Heâd looked at you sharply before he commanded, âGet in the fucking car.â
You didnât hesitate any longer and let him him help you into the passenger side of his truck. He kept his eyes focused on the road, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, and you hoped he wasnât angry, maybe just deep in thought.Â
When he pulled up to your apartment complex, you fumbled for the door handle, eager to escape the tension. But before you could step out, Rafeâs hand was on your arm.
âIâm coming up,â he stated firmly.
âItâs a weeknight,â you said, trying to find a reason that would convince him otherwise. âMy roommates are probably asleep by now.â
He gave you an unimpressed look. âIâll be quiet,â a hint of his boozed up charm returned to his voice. Reluctantly, you led him upstairs.
When you opened the door, you were surprised to find your roommates, Imani and Angel, still awake, standing in the kitchen with a bottle of wine between them. Their laughter filled the small apartment. Their expressions shifted to complete shock at the sight of Rafe behind you. You smiled, trying to give the impression that all was well, that it was completely normal to be returning to your apartment with your drunk, billionaire boss.Â
Imani, with her flawless olive complexion and neatly styled curls, scrutinized the scene with furrowed brows. Beside her, Angel stood tall and vibrant, her unruly tight curls escaping their single hair tie, her mouth agape in astonished silence as she stared at you. Both much more beautiful than you, a sad thought crossed your mind, and you worried for a short millisecond that Rafe would realize heâd made a mistake in picking you.Â
âHey,â You did you best to sound casual, âRafe, this is Imani and Angel. Imani, Angel, this is Rafe.â
âYour boss, Rafe?â Imani asked incredulousy, her arms crossing over her faded band tee. âI donât understand-â
âItâs so nice to meet you, Mr. Cameron,â Angel blurted out, practically bouncing on her bare feet, âCan I offer you a drink? We both had a shitty day so we whipped out the strawberry moscato.â
âItâs nice to meet you guys. And thanks, tempting offer but Iâm quite satisfied at the moment,â His voice was smooth and effortlessly disarming. He placed a hand on your waist, pulling you into him, and your eyes widened, âIâm just here to make sure Y/N gets a good nightâs rest.â
Both Imani and Angel looked at you with a mixture of shock and curiosity. Imaniâs eyes, in particular, were sharp and disapproving, clearly questioning how you had kept this from her. Her gaze was heavy with the unspoken question: How could you be involved with Rafe and not have told her?
âMake yourself at home,â Angel said, clearly more excited than angry, and Imaniâs intense gaze snapped to her, âIâm about to make popcorn and weâre about to watch a movie if you guys-â
âAngel,â Imani whispered harshly, âLeave them alone.â
âIâm j-j-just gonna, uhm, goodnight, guys,â You took Rafeâs arm and led him away from the tension filled kitchen to the narrow hallway that led to your bedroom. You felt he weight of Imaniâs disapproval lingering in the air.Â
Your small apartment that you shared with two other people was a stark contrast to the luxurious settings youâd been in over the last few weeks. As Rafeâs eyes wandered over your tiny room, the awkwardness of the situation continued to build.Â
âThis is âŚcozy,â He said after you shut the door. He was already taking off his suit jacket and undoing his cuff links. Was Rafe Cameron really going to spend the night here with you? Maybe he was drunker than you thought. âSo this is where you unwind after a long day of dealing with me?âÂ
Was that humor you heard in his voice? Dealing with him. You more than dealt with Rafe Cameron. You practically let him walk you around on a leash.Â
âDo you feel bad for me yet?â You tried to joke but there was too much animosity in your tone.Â
He chuckled before starting to undo his belt, âI try not to feel bad for other people. Lifeâs easier that way. Sidesâ, this wonât be your life for much longer.â
As he stripped down to his underwear, he started to settle into your bed, the lines between your professional and personal worlds now blurrier than ever.Â
âI wasnât expecting t-t-t-t ⌠to have company tonight,â You said, gathering his pile of clothes from your carpet and doing your best to fold them and place them neatly on top of your dresser.Â
âIâm full of surprises, sweetheart,â He winked as he folded his arms behind his head, and you had to avert your eyes from his statue-esque physique. Broad shoulders, thick arms and chest, and abs that acted like an arrow that pointed down to his ⌠âPlus, I wanted to see where you lived.â
âNow you see I d-d-donât have sss-space for all my new work outfits,â You started to undress now, realizing there was no way out of this long night except by sleeping. You kicked off your heels, placing them neatly at the bottom of your closet. You put an oversized t-shirt on and used it to cover your body as you slipped off your mini-dress.Â
âYeah, I see that now. Itâs like a shoebox in here,â You shot him an offended look and he smiled stupidly, âItâs cute.â
âYou sss-say that word a lot,â You mumbled before finding a pair of fuzzy socks and taking a seat at the very edge of your bed, bending over to slip them on.Â
âCâmere,â he patted the spot next to him and you hesitated.Â
He wouldnât, you thought, not while your roommates were on the other side of a paper thin wall. But he would, you remember, Rafe Cameron would do that. He already had the gall to walk into your apartment with his hand on your waist despite being the one who paid your salary. He would do it and youâd let him because you had no spine.Â
âY/N?â You pinched your eyes shut for a brief moment before you inevitable crawled into the spot next to him. Youâd never really laid next to him in bed and it wasnât what you were expecting. Even on his side, laying down, his presence enveloped you. You felt small like you usually did. He easily pressed himself to you, impossibly strong arms pulling your fronts together.Â
âYou hhh-have to be quiet,â You whispered.Â
âIâm not the loud one,â He chuckled, warm breath tickling your shoulder and making you shiver. He placed a kiss there, one arm wrapped around your back and pulling you closer while the other tickled over the skin on your bare thigh, âI could fuck you so slow, so gentle, and Iâm sure youâd be screaming.â
âNo,â You argued though you werenât sure why.Â
âNo? You think you could stay quiet?â A excruciatingly soft and wet kiss was placed on your collarbone.Â
Your breath hitched in your throat, âIâm sss-sserious, Rafe.â
âSo informal,â He shook his head, the hand that was on your thigh started to peel up your shirt. To your surprise, Rafe ducked inside the fabric of your shirt, beginning to burrow his head into your breast, âMy fucking favorite place on your cute, little body.â
He seemed to groan, something animalistic, placing kisses along your skin. His breath tickled your nipples and you tried to pull away. He flips you fully onto your back, pinning you with his weight, his mouth threatening to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You couldnât take it, âOkay, okay, y-yess,â You rushed out, âI c-couldnât stay quiet. Youâre right.â
You look down to watch him pop his head out from under your shirt, âYeah?â
âYes,â You nodded, âI-I admit it. Please.â
âPlease stop? Please fuck you quietly?â Rafe teased you, âYouâre not adding sir to the end of your sentences so it gets kinda hard to understandââ
âIâm sorry, Sir,â You pleaded with him through your eyes, âPlease âŚfuck me quietly, Sir.â
âThatâs better,â He pulled your shirt over your breasts before he completely devoured them.Â
The next time Rafe decided to have sex with you was two weeks later, right as he walked into his office. You shouldâve known by the outfit he had chosen for you. The white blouse had an air of professionalism, but the plaid, pleated skirt barely reached mid-thigh, making you certain the entire elevator caught a glimpse of your underwear when you dropped your notebook that morning.
It felt like heâd been teasing you up until that point. You'd lost track of how many times he made you orgasm in front of him during those two weeks. He had an insatiable fascination with watching you pleasure yourself, wanting you completely vulnerable, often in compromising positions, with your eyes locked on his the moment it happened. Whether it was on top of his desk, against the office window, or bent over a coffee table, you were starting to grow comfortable with being uncomfortable.
He couldnât resist touching you, making you grind against him, or rapidly moving his fingers in and out of you until you were shaking. However, he had managed up until that point to not actually fuck you. It was getting to the point you found yourself pouting at him from your desk as you watched him complete his daily meetings.Â
You didnât have a chance to get out your usual spiel about his meetings for the day because his briefcase was already on the ground, and his arms were wrapped around your backside as he carried you over to his desk, âTake off your panties,â He commanded after setting you on his desk. He stepped back, fumbling with his belt and zipper, âNow, sweetheart. Câmon.â He said and you realized you clearly werenât moving fast enough for him.Â
Your panties werenât even around your knees before he was lifting up your legs and pulling them off the rest of the way. He parted your legs, immediately dipping his fingers into you, âYouâre already wet,â It was just an observance. No smile or smirk or evidence that he was at all pleased with the revelation, âDesperate little girl. You been thinking about me, yeah?â
You stared up at his lips, pink and parted and imagined them on yours, his soft stubble tickling the skin of your mouth. Why wasnât he kissing you? Everything with him was a ritual. You couldnât get what you wanted until you felt utterly humiliated and vulnerable. He couldnât get what he wanted until you had tears in your eyes. You nodded, âYes.â
âFucking say it,â He barked and you winced.Â
âIâve b-b-been th-thhhinking about you,â You admitted although he already knew it. Your own well being seemed to rely on being obsessed with him. If you wanted any sexual satisfaction, he was the one who brought it. He was the entire reason you had a good income now. He was everything.Â
âYou havenât touched yourself though, not without my permission?â
You nodded, âNnn-not without your permission.â
âCause you need me,â He finally placed his lips on yours and you nodded against them.Â
âI nnn-need you,â You mewled between kisses as he pressed his crotch into yours. The two of you both tilted back towards his desk, âPlease, Sir.â
You had consented, despite not being fully prepared. It didnât feel like the first or second time. The first time had been overwhelming, your orgasms crashing over you like a storm, while the second time had been so gentle that the pleasure left you feeling like you were vibrating with ecstasy. You wanted him, undeniably, but nothing had prepared you for the intensity of him filling you completely. This was what you had desirel, feeling full, but now you were overwhelmed, as though he was consuming every part of you.
With his hands braced on either side of your head, he looked down at you, his gaze intense and focused. He moved inside you with a relentless, unyielding rhythm, driving into you with an insatiable need.
The room faded away around you. You couldnât feel yourself breathing nor could you hear the sounds leaving your mind. You just stared back, your face a mix of anguish and pleasure, and accepted your fate. You didnât fight your orgasm this time, your body moved instinctively, squeezing around him, your hips grinding up for more friction.Â
When he was close, he pulled out of you. Your energy was already gone, your orgasm having taken almost everything from you, but he moved your body effortlessly. He pulled you off the desk before placing you on your knees in front of you. Your legs folded easily, weakly, âFuck,â He cursed, pantting, and you watched him take his cock in his own hand.Â
You reached out to take ahold of him but he pushed your hand away. His hands moved, determined, rhythmic, âAsk me to cum on your face.â
His breaths were heavy, desperate, and he clung to that control that had slipped away when he was inside you.Â
âWill y-you cum on my face, Sir?âÂ
The question hung in the air, tension thickening, until he was finally gritting his teeth. He broke eye contact only as his orgasm ripped through him. The room filled with his moans and you did your best not overreact to that warm, sticky feeling that was now violating your senses.Â
âGood girl, look at you,â He said and you squeezed your eyes tightly as it began to drip onto your eyelid.Â
You breathed deeply, the intensity of the moment deciding to peak, and tears started to spill over. You became a crumpled pile of pleasure, shame and exhaustion. It seemed like the only way to release your emotions. Unexpectedly, you didnât sit their alone. Rafe was the one to wipe your face with a tissue. He cooed, âHey, you did good, kid. Youâre a good girl,â He whispered sweet nothings to you.Â
âC-C-Can you hold me?â You asked, voice trembling, so embarrassed that you didnât meet his eyes. You didnât want to see how he was feeling or know what he was thinking. It was all too much.
Without a word, Rafe lifted you effortlessly into his arms. His strength was both reassuring and overwhelming as he carried you behind his desk, his body warm and solid against yours. He settled into his chair, drawing you onto his lap with a sense of protective intimacy. For the rest of the morning, he worked with you nestled against him, your face buried into his neck.Â
Rafe Cameronâs Appalachian cabin was one of the twelve properties he owned personally. You got to it by passing though a quaint and charming town. Despite the fact that he normally spends only three weekends of the entire year there, all the locals know him.Â
The four of you; Rafe, you, Eleanor and Topper, made your way down main street which was lined with old-fashioned storefronts. In the middle was the town square which featured an old, courthouse building and a gazebo where you see a few locals gathering. The four of you enjoy a diner meal at the Blue Ridge Breakfast Bar before you walk through a few shops. It almost feels .. normal. You were surprised the three of them were even willing to walk through the antique buildings, let alone find the shops interesting.Â
You didnât know people like them even ate at diners or were interested in antique trinkets that cost less then five dollars. It was surreal. In another life, the three of them were normal people, and maybe you and Rafe could have been a normal couple.Â
You often found yourself glancing at Rafe, marveling at the contrast between his usual, impeccably dressed self and the more relaxed look he wore today. Seeing him in jeans and a baseball cap, casually strolling through the town, was almost disorienting.Â
It was a similar feeling you got when Rafe suddenly flipped a switch after being cruel to you and decided to comfort you.Â
Despite the fact that he was technically on vacation, you were still his personal assistant, and yet he hadnât asked you about anything related to assisting him since he picked you up that morning from your apartment.Â
You wouldnât say it to him, partially out of fear that he would deny it, but it felt like he wanted you appear like a couple. Topper and Eleanor undoubtedly new the truth so why was he acting like this? You never held hands like them but his hand would find your knee when you sat next to each other and sometimes he wrapped around your shoulder when you were standing close by.Â
Sometimes, your body didnât want to relax around him, and the intimacy brought you anxiety. Soemtimes he was easier to read when he was drunk, or inside of you, or yelling at you. You werenât familiar with this version of him. But you were stuck with the three of them for the next three nights.Â
Surrounded by towering pines and the soft hush of nature, the cabin was more of fortress nestled into the natural beauty of the mountains. You followed Rafe across a gravel path towards a large front porch which was framed by sturdy wooden columns. You stared up at large windows that endorned the front of the house, undoubtedly letting in a large amount of natural light, as you walked through the entrance.Â
The house was a complete reflection of his taste and the extent of his success. As Topper and Rafe left for the bedroom to drop off luggage, you and Eleanor made your way to the kitchen with the bags of groceries youâd acquired from the local mini-mart. Surprisingly, this place didnât come with itâs own personal chef.Â
Like with everything else, you followed Eleanorâs lead when it came to cooking that weekend. She encouraged you to get ingredients for a dish you knew you could make on your own and you chose spaghetti despite the idea of feeding billionaire Rafe Cameron your homemade spaghetti making you feel stupid.Â
âIâll show you how to arrange a charcuterie board,â She said as she poured you a glass of red wine, âYouâll be the perfect housewife when Iâm done with you, Y/N.â
The afternoon actually ended up being fun. You and Eleanor laughed in the kitchen while Rafe and Topper watched a football game in the living room, nursing cans of beer. The wine relaxed you and soon you were giggling over unevenly cut salami and spilled strawberry jam. The two of you ended up eating half the ingredients meant for the board, much to Eleanorâs amusement.
Eleanor loosened up even more, even getting comfortable enough to tell you a story about Topper, âYou know, one time back when we lived in Kildare, he tried to make me pancakes for my birthday. From the box, not even from scratch, and he burnt every one. Literally every single one. The kitchen looked like it had been through a tornado. I donât know how he even managed that.â
You covered your mouth, shaking your head, âIt couldnât have been that bad.â
âHe went through the whole box! He had to serve them to me like that. No amount of syrup and whip cream can mask that taste.â
âI didnât realize we were telling personal stories,â You whipped your head around as you heard Topperâs voice. Your heart raced for a second, worried, but he made his way around the kitchen island and hugged his wife from behind. Rafe was following behind him but made his way over to you. You composed yourself as much as possible.Â
âI was telling Y/N about how good of a cook you are,â She joked and he playfully tickled her sides and soon they were laughing together.Â
The two maleâs casual demeanors seemed to complement the laid-back energy of the afternoon. You watched Rafeâs lips pull into a smirk as he surveyed your work and your empty glass of wine.Â
Dinner rolled around a few hours later, a relaxed atmosphere continuing to permeate through the air. Youâd set the table in the dining room, the ten-person table sat next to a large window overlooking an expansive lake, and aided Eleanor in preparing her beef stir-fry.Â
âItâs really good, Eleanor,â You complimented her once all of you were seated and digging into your food.Â
âThanks,â She grinned, âYouâre a good sous chef, Y/N.â
A smile tugged at your lips, âNot better than me though, right, honey?â Topper asked.Â
âOf course not, honey,â Eleanor winked at him.Â
Small talk ensued and despite the fact that Eleanor warned the two men that business talk would bring down the room, they spent a good ten minutes talking about something called âtax increment financingâ.Â
Eleanor interrupted after it became too much, âSo, Rafe, are you going to do any more renovations on this place?â
âAfter they finish the pool next summer, no. Did the home theatre, renovated the master bathroom and expanded the garage this summer. Itâll probably be move-in-ready next year.â
âOh, are you selling it?â you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.
Rafeâs gaze flickered away, an unusual reaction for him. He usually had a quip or a witty retort ready. âNo, I plan to spend more time away from Charlotte after New Year's. Iâll be living here at least five days a week.â
âOh,â You nodded though you really hadnât comprehended his words. You looked back down at your plate, and as you took another bite, his words started to set in. It was an inappropriate time to delve further but your mind started to race. Heâd never mentioned that he wouldnât even be living in Charlotte after the next few months. Shouldnât he have mentioned this by now? âI-I thought âŚâ
âWe can talk about it later, Y/N,â Rafe dismissed you, bringing a piece of meat to his mouth, and looking away.Â
He spoke as if you were annoying him now. Eleanor opened her mouth again to change the subject but you interrupted her, âI-Iâm sorry ⌠w-will you still need me then? If Iâm in Chhhh-Charlotte and youâre here.â
âDid you hear me the first time, Y/N?â Rafeâs jaw set as he dropped his silverware. The clang made you jump but your mind was spinning. It was a simple question, wasnât it? Was he stringing you a long? Would you be out of a job next year?Â
âI-It p-p-p-pertains to me,â You continued, your heart racing as Rafe grimaced, âCanât y-you just say if Iâll have a job or not?â
âYouâll have a job,â Getting confirmation made your shoulders drop from relief. It was almost worth whatever seed of rage youâd planted within him, âBut youâll relocate with me.â
âWhat?â You pushed your plate away, leaning back in your chair.Â
Topper and Eleanor exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the escalating tension. It felt like youâd already poked the bull, you felt like you had to see it through, âIâll need you to move here. Wonât make sense to juggle from two places.â
âMmm-my life is i-in Chhh-Charlotte. You n-never said this before,â You tried to keep your voice steady, to express your genuine disappointment despite your frustration.Â
âItâs not my fault you havenât caught on, Y/N,â He spoke sharply, âYou know how this works. I manage my properties and business. My plans change. Youâre a part of that. Youâre making it an issue when itâs not. Youâre acting like you have a million options.â
âI-I know I donâtââ
You looked at Topper and then Eleanor. Now, the two of them were looking anywhere but the two of you.Â
âThen act like it.â
âRafeââ
âI fucking own you, you donât even understand that.â
âRafe!â
âOne more word, Y/N, and I swear to God.â
Your lips parted and your voice started to tremble as you felt the sting of his words, âThis is so ⌠shitty,â Perhaps it was the distance, the wood table that sat between you that made you feel so bold.
Rafeâs anger erupted, his face reddening as he slammed his hands on the table. âBoo-fucking-hoo, sweetheart! Iâve given you everything, the clothes on your back, keeping the lights on in your crappy apartment, and youâre still ungrateful?â
Your frustration reached its breaking point. âFuck you, Rafe!â you shouted, your voice cracking with emotion. âI donât want it anymore!â
You pushed your chair back abruptly, no goal in mind for where youâd stomp off to but you felt your blood boiling. Was his entire goal to completely ruin your life?Â
âY/N!â He called after you and you turned your head to realize how close he was on your tail. Adrenaline surged through you, the thought that you might never have control of your life left you close to completely spiraling. Determined to get away, you picked up your pace, practically running through the million-dollar home, over shiny waxed floors, moonlight shining through tall windows.Â
He barked your name again and before you could reach the front door, his hand shot out and seized your upper arm. You screamed, his fingers squeezing your flesh so hard that you thought your skin might break. Swinging your body around, your feet lifted off the ground as he through you over his strong shoulder.Â
Kicking, struggling, screaming and crying, Rafe carried you up a grand staircase, âPlease,â You were begging but adrenaline was pumping though him too, making him moved with his own determination. He kicked open door and your head whipped as he stepped inside, slamming it closed. You couldnât focus on any detail in the room but as he through you onto an expansive bed, you assumed it was the master bedroom. For a moment, you played a game of cat and mouse. You gained your balance, and tried to crawl off the bed. Every direction you went, he moved faster, until you were sitting on your knees in the middle of the bed.Â
âYou need to understand your place,â You watched as he started to loose the brown belt looped into his blue jeans.Â
You shook your head frantically, âI donât w-want this.â
âIt will be easier if you just apologize,â Rafe let out a breath of air, a weary sigh, his face frustrated, âI promise, Iâll make it easier for you.â
âIf I-I âŚw-will you use the belt?â
âI have to use the belt, sweetheart, youâve been so bad. Tell you what, if you apologize, I wonât tie you down to the bed. Howâs that sound?âÂ
The offer was as chilling as it was manipulative. You shook your head. You couldnât bring yourself to apologize.
The process of what followed was both brutal and dehumanizing. You were left feeling exposed and vulnerable, your body laid bare and handcuffed to one of the posts of the canopy bed. The sting of the belt on your skin was relentless, each strike leaving a deep, aching mark that quickly turned to a disturbing shade of purple. Your apologies came out in frantic, broken pleas, but they seemed to come too late.
You even managed to ask him to hold you but he didnât grant your wish that time. He left you to go back downstairs. You slid down to your knees when you couldnât stand any longer, falling asleep in that position, head resting at a strange angle against the mattress.Â
When you next awoke, the light of morning was gently filtering through the curtains. Rafeâs arms were wrapped around you, his steady breathing and soft snoring a stark contrast to the harshness of the previous night. His nose pressed into your hair, a reminder of his physical presence.
You cried softly against him, the tears slipping down your cheeks as you clung to him. The sounds were muffled against his chest as you hugged him tighter.
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