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sweetbans29 · 5 months ago

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Exposed - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: 3 times Caitlin almost exposes your relationship and 1 time when you do (based on THIS, THIS, and THIS request)

Warnings: fluff, like 3 curse words?

Word Count: 4.4k

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AN: I like this.

ONE. live.

It's the summer before senior year and the team is back together for the first time in over a month. A handful of the girls spent some of what they would call 'summer' (aka - the month they had off) together at a lake house, Caitlin included. You, on the other hand, were on a month-long family vacation throughout several European countries to celebrate your parent's 25th wedding anniversary.

You had the best time and were glad to be able to travel with them but you are happy to be back on campus. Yes, you were excited to get back into training, but you were mostly excited to be back with your girl.

You and Caitlin had started dating halfway through junior year. It was something that you decided to keep just between the two of you. Neither of you wanted your relationship in the media especially since you were teammates. Cait went as far as suggesting not telling the team until senior year which you combated at first then ultimately agreed to when seeing how big their mouths can be.

It wasn't too hard to keep your relationship just between the two of you considering everyone knew you were best friends. It was normal for everyone to see you together and get up in each other's personal space. That is until one warm summer afternoon when Jada decided to go live after the first team practice back.

Caitlin hasn't seen you in over a month and the first time she does it is with the whole team. The two of you tried to get together before practice but thanks to some delayed flights you landed just in time to make it to practice.

It was not ideal to go from the airport straight to the gym but you were not going to miss it. The first practice is more of a team bonding than anything and you know how important that is to go into training.

Practice itself was good - the hardest part for Cailtin was keeping her hands off of you in the presence of others. Even if she couldn't directly put her hands on you, she was always standing next to you and/or leaning into you.

It started when you were greeting everyone. You gave hugs all around, ending with your girl who had no desire to release you. You had to pinch her sides to get her to let go before anyone got suspicious. She settled on standing with her arm around your shoulder as the coaches laid out the plan for training. When everyone was dismissed she hugged you from behind and waddled with you over to the first group activity.

"Caitlin, you aren't in this group," you say as you try to remove her arms from around you.

"But I want to stay with you," she says as she hides her face into your back.

"We can catch up later - this time is for the team," you say, still trying to remove the girl from you who just seems to be squeezing you tighter. She doesn't say anything, just keeps attaching herself to you like a child.

"Caitlin Clark, we are not doing this right now," you say in a warning tone.

"Fine," she says releasing you and stomping over to the group she is supposed to be in. You shake your head and roll your eyes at the girl.

After practice, a handful of the team decided to head back to Jada's apartment to go live. It was an end-of-summer tradition when the team got back to campus and was one they fully intended to keep.

Caitlin attempted to get you to go back to your place to spend some time together but that would be a major flag to your guy's relationship. You promised that you would be all hers after hanging out with the team which she reluctantly accepted.

Now the team is sprawled out in Jada's living room as she starts the live. Everyone is so excited that their favorite team is back together and starts asking all kinds of questions about what they did with their month off. You and Caitlin were on the couch in the back - really just there for visibility.

You are sitting next to Caitlin when she realizes she wants you closer. She brings your legs up in one seamless motion and drapes them across her lap, drawing small patterns on your shins.

"CC - what else did you do over the summer, aside from the week we were together," Jada asks, relaying one of the questions that someone asked in the comments. Caitlin's hands come to a stop, one of them planting firmly on your thigh and the other on your ankle.

"Not too much, just some strength and conditioning training," she says. "Oh ya, and wait for this one to get home." She squeezes your thigh causing you to jerk a little as her thumb, unseen to anyone except the two of you, rubs the inner part of your thigh. She is teasing you and you both know it.

"Ya, we all waited for her to get back from her European getaway. Did you meet any cute guys while you were there?" Jada asks as the chat goes crazy. You can feel Cait tense underneath you. If she can tease you, you can do the same.

"Oh you know I did," you say with a sweet smile. "The trip was amazing but the people were even better."

Caitlin moves your legs off of her as you bring yourself to a sitting position again, making sure you are tucked right next to her.

Jada asks the other girls there and you are thankful the attention is off you. Caitlin leans over and whispers in your ear.

"You are joking right?" She asks as her breath tickles your ear.

"Well wouldn't you like to know," you say and lean away from her, She wraps her arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closer to her.

"I wasn't there to show them you belong to me," Caitlin says possessively and you become extremely aware of your surroundings.

"Cait, this is not the time nor the space," you say and smile sweetly at the camera. Your hand comes up to hold hers - keeping her arm around you so she can't do anything else. You were wrong as her free hand comes to rest on your crossed knee.

Kate keeps glancing over at you guys - she knows Caitlin is typically handsy but the way she is around you is different than how she presents herself around others. Kate wasn't the only one to catch on as there have been several comments that Jada has avoided asking if the two of you are a thing.

You are trying to hide the fact that you are extremely flustered, which Caitlin is aware of. You start to get up and think you are free from her touch when just as you are about to take a step, her arms wrap around your waist pulling you to sit in her lap. She holds you as her head comes to rest against your back.

"M just ready to have you to myself," she says, rubbing her face into you. You blush a little hoping no one heard your girlfriend's comment as Jada closes out the live. You believe you are in the clear but Kate sits there trying to process Caitlin's actions and words.

TWO. fight.

It is the third quarter when Caitlin has pretty much had it with no.30 on the other team.

Typically Caitlin can keep her cool, at least when it comes to you in games. But there was something about the way your defender kept her hands on you and would make little snarky comments to you that had you laughing. Little to Cait's knowledge, every time you laughed it was sarcastic.

She was good - anyone on and off the court can see that the girl defending you was doing everything in her power to put you off your game. Little to everyone's knowledge, she was affecting Caitlin's game more than yours.

Caitlin is bringing the ball up the court, looking at all her options - waiting to make the play coach called. You are moving around to break free from your defender and move around a screen getting open. Caitlin passes you the ball and you fake a three, driving in the paint for a difficult layup.

As you are jogging back, your defender catches up to you.

"Not bad, ma," she says with a little smirk. "The way you move is flawless."

You wave her off. Caitlin hears her comment and feels her blood being to boil for what feels like the 20th time this game.

"Why don't you just shut up and play the game," Caitlin mutters under her breath, but loud enough for her to hear. She glances over at Cait, face smug but intrigued by her reaction.

The third quarter comes to an end. As you are making your way back to your bench, the girl who has been all over you bumps into you, grabbing your arm and saying something in your ear. You shake your head and move along but Caitlin is making a beeline to her.

When Kate sees Caitlin moving in a direction that isn't the bench she runs after her and grabs her.

"What are you doing?" Kate asks as she tries to pull a seething Caitlin back to their bench. At this point, Kate is the only one who knows about your relationship. After seeing how touchy-feely Caitlin was towards you at the end of summer and how protective she became of you it was hard to unsee. Kate then finally got Caitlin to spill - which ended with Kate swearing not to tell anyone. In your opinion, it was nice having someone know.

"Going to teach no.30 a lesson," Caitlin is fighting Kate's pulls.

"You aren't going to do anything with a whole 10 minutes left," Kate states.

"You see the way she is touching her and talking to her - that’s my girl," Caitlin says - eyes burning into your defender.

"You can get her back by kicking their team's ass," Kate says finally making headway with getting Caitlin back to the bench.

The fourth quarter begins. You would think Caitlin would settle down but that is far from the case. She is watching your defender's every move, making sure her hands stay within a certain range.

There are 4 minutes left and you are up by 20 when Caitlin snaps.

You had just poked the ball away from the other team when you felt a shove from behind, knocking you down face-first into the floor. It startles you at first but once you realize nothing hurts more than normal, you work your way to your hands and knees. That is when you feel a pair of hands come snaking around your waist, helping you stand from behind.

You instantly know they don't belong to your girlfriend.

As you stand, you feel the girl's hands slide from your stomach to your waist lingering much longer than necessary.

Before you know it, you see Caitlin pass you and shove the girl who has been guarding you all night.

"Keep your fucking hands off of her," Caitlin yells as she pushes the girl, who you learn very fast is not one to back down from a fight. She pushes Caitlin back which causes Caitlin to grab her and throw her to the ground.

You are frozen in place - watching as another girl comes and tries to punch Cait in the face, which she just barely dodges. You are brought back to reality and go to grab your girl, wrapping your arms around her from behind making sure to enclose her arms in yours as some other teammates from both teams come over to separate those who are getting too heated.

The refs come over and help break everything up as you walk Caitlin away.

"You can't do that," you whisper in her ear.

"She is crazy if she thinks she can touch you like that and in a fucking game where everyone can see. Bullshit," Caitlin mutters and you can feel how heavily she is breathing.

You walk her all the way back to your bench before finally letting her go. You turn her around to see if there are marks on her face from the girl taking swings at her. You go to grab her chin but she swats you away mumbling 'I'm fine'.

"Quit it Clark," you say firmly and she knows you are mad at her. Over the years she has learned how you use different ways of addressing her to show your mood. Caitlin, CC, and Cait were all endearing. Caity and Caitlin Clark were used only in sarcastic situations or to get her attention. Which left the use of just her last name to signal your anger.

You grab her chin and examine her face to make sure she is okay.

"She didn't get me," Caitlin says quietly.

"Sure as hell, glad she didn't," you mutter. "Imagine if she did? You would have lost it more than you already had and gotten yourself kicked out for the next few games. So stupid," you say shaking your head. Caitlin began to fume again.

"Do you think I was just going to stand aside and let her touch you like that? Sweet talk you the entire game and not do anything about it? She was flirting with you the entire game and you just let it happen!" Cait whisper-yells as she throws her arms up.

"You can't let the personal interfere with the professional. You know I am capable of holding my own. I agree - she was much more handsy than she needed to be but we both know who I am going home with. She was doing it to get in your head - and she won." You say frustrated.

Caitlin groans in frustration knowing the two of you are on the same page but she let her temper get the best of her.

"I'm sorry, babe," she says pulling at your jersey for a hug. Her overprotective nature during the game melts away as she just wants to cling to you.

You remove her hands from your jersey, knowing if she hugged you now it would lead to exposing the two of you as more than just friends. She gives you a needy look and you shake your head. Despite her apology, you are still upset at the fact that she lost her temper.

The refs announce that Caitlin and the two girls from the other team are ejected from the game. Security comes over and escorts each of them out.

"I'm never going to let her live this down," Kate says to you as the two of you take the floor for the final few minutes.

"Girl needs to learn how to bite her tongue," you say.

"You know she can't do that when it comes to you," Kate says. "I mean if I was in her position, I would have knocked the girl out cold."

You let out a laugh. You know Caitlin has the best intentions when it comes to you but doesn't always know how to navigate that with her actions. You really aren't mad but know the two of you need to figure out a way for her to control it better.

THREE. sick.

Caitlin wakes up and feels like death. She wakes up in a pile of sweat with you nowhere to be found. She tries to get up to find you but knows her body is weak. A groan escapes her lips. Eventually, she makes her way out of bed and to the couch.

You make your way through the front door just minutes after Caitlin sits on the couch.

"Woke up without you," she says disappointed and you chuckle. "S'not funny."

"I went to go get you some soup," you say taking it out of the bag and putting it in a bowl.

You woke up in the middle of the night to see Cait had sweat through the sheets, causing you to move to the couch for the rest of the night. You already knew you were going to get her soup when you woke up because the two of you have a game - one that had the potential to be pretty important.

"Don't want soup, want you," she says and you know she means cuddles.

"Soup first," you say knowing you don't have time for cuddles.

You sit on the couch next to her and feed her the soup. You also got her electrolytes which you force her to drink.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, knowing she feels and looks like trash.

"Better," she says and you know she is lying.

"How do you feel about today?" You ask.

Caitlin sits there and thinks. You watch as she thinks through all the different outcomes of today, what it meant if she played and what it meant if she didn't.

"Wish I didn't feel like this, but I have to play," she says and you nod.

It's the reality of the situation. Nobody understood that better than she did. Caitlin was willing to endure in the toughest of times and you admire her for that.

"Alright, let's get you ready," you say and help her up.

The two of you get ready and get to the gym. The bus ride is a long one, which Caitlin sleeps for most of it. When you arrive in Nebraska, you go over to your girl and rub her back.

"Caity girl, time to get up," you say lightly and you feel her stir. Everyone has gotten off the bus except the two of you.

She groans and sits up. You grab everything and help her up, passing her just her backpack.

"You got this, I am right here if you need me," you say and have her lead you off the bus.

The team goes through shoot around and you can tell Caitlin is feeling weak. She is making her shots, but the way she holds herself is far from normal. When the team is in the locker room getting fired up, you can see her begin to shift.

Going out to the court - Caitlin looked normal. She held herself well and kept her energy up as much as she could. You kept an eye on her as you you both played the first half.

When the team heads into the locker room at the half, Caitlin immediately finds you and opts to sit in your lap while the coaches are talking. Any other day and you would be pushing her into the chair next to you but knowing how terrible she feels, you sit there and hold her. Her head is buried in your neck as her arms are in her lap. Your arms secure her on you, making sure all she needs to do is lean into you.

The team looks at the two of you but doesn't question your actions. They know Cait is sick and they know you are best friends, but watching as Caitlin buries her face in you has more of the girls suspecting something is going on.

When it is time for the team to head back out, Caitlin gets up but stands right in front of you - blocking your ability to stand.

"Caitlin, step forward," you say as the team files out soon leaving the two of you alone.

"I don't know if I can do this," she says as she comes to stand between your legs. You bring your hands up to rub her hips as her hands fall to your shoulders.

"You don't have to," you say looking up into her eyes. "But I know you can. Use the team - we got you."

"Hey you two, come on," Kate says as she sticks her head back in. She gives the two of you a knowing look then waves her hand for you two to go out and join the team.

You push Caitlin back and stand, bringing her into a hug.

"When we get home, I will cuddle you until you are 100% okay?" You say rubbing her back. You feel her nod.

"Love you," she mumbles into you.

"I sure hope so," you say and she pushes you away, hitting your arm. You laugh at her. "Love you more."

FOUR. pro.

Life has been a whirlwind - Caitlin got drafted to the Indiana Fever and the two of you moved to Indiana in the short span between the draft, graduation, and her season starting.

Up to this point, the two of you had told your Iowa team that you had been dating and it really didn't come as a surprise when you finally did tell them. They all had talked about the two of you and tried to pinpoint when it happened, which left you and Caitlin in disbelief. Kate on the other hand was proud that she as able to keep your secret for so long.

With moving to Indiana - the two of you didn't explicitly publicize your relationship but also didn't plan on keeping it a secret anymore. It was just sort of in this place of 'when it happens, it happens'.

It became a little game between the two of you to see who would crack in the public eye first.

You believed it would be Caitlin because of how physical she was but she believed it would be you in a moment of overflowing adrenaline.

The point was - the two of you had placed a little bet on who would be the first to cave.

Caitlin had begun training camp and every night when she came home you could see how tired she was. As exciting as it was to be playing pro and living out her dream - it was also a very quick turnaround. It has only been weeks since the two of you were playing in the NCAA championship game and now she is busting her butt in practice again.

You did the best that you could to make sure she was taken care of. As much of an adjustment it had been for her, it was also an adjustment for you. No longer being on the court in a competitive nature was both a relief and a heartbreak. One of the things that you prioritized was finding a gym that you could join for weekly pick-up games.

After moving you were planning on getting a job - mostly to keep yourself busy and to help with income. Caitlin wasn't a huge fan of that.

"No," she says, giving no explanation for her response.

"What do you mean no? It's not a big deal," you say frustrated at her response.

"No," is all she says again.

"Cait it is nothing major, it's literally an animal care assistant - it honestly seems more fun than work and it will keep me busy while you are busy. A win-win," you say trying to get her to hear you out.

Caitlin takes a second to think about what you said.

"No," she says and picks up another chocolate chip cookie.

You grab it out of her hand and take the plate away.

"Why?" You ask. She looks at you like you just took her firstborn child (not that you two have one...yet). She only had a couple of inches on you but you know how to use your body to keep her away.

"Give me back my cookie," she says reaching for it over the counter that's separating you two.

"Not until you tell me why you don't want me to get a job," you say and slowly take a bite of the cookie you confiscated from her hand. Her eyes widen.

"Stop eating my cookie!" She yells and you give her the 'you are only doing this to yourself' look. She sighs.

"If you get a job, you can't come to all my games," she says. "Now give me my cookie."

"Babe, I would still be at all of your games," you say and take another bite before handing her back the half-eaten cookie.

"Not my away games," she says shyly.

"Caitlin," you say now making your way to her side of the counter. "I need something to do while you are at practice and this way I am helping contribute to rent and stuff."

She holds your hands.

"Babe, you know you don't need to work for financial reasons," Caitlin says in all seriousness. "Anything you want and it's yours."

"Even a job?" You say knowing her answer.

"Everything except that," she says with a laugh. "How about this, you can volunteer at the zoo whenever you want. That way you can keep busy when I am not here and you aren't tied down for any of my away games."

You think about it.

"Fine," you say. She smiles and kisses you.

You find yourself booking trip after trip when you get Caitlin's schedule. You don't mind it but feel a little overwhelmed when you put it all in your calendar.

You are currently sitting in College Park Center watching Caitlin play in her first preseason W game. It is crazy to wrap your head around the fact that she is actually living out her childhood dream and you are a part of it.

The game ends in a loss but you are extremely proud of her. You make your way down to the court and get overwhelmed by the crowd and space resulting in you running and jumping into Caitlin's arms.

She catches you and hugs you back, only putting you down after spinning you around once. When your feet hit the ground, you pull out of the hug and pull her in for a kiss. Your hands on her face and her hands on your hips.

"You're a pro," you mumble against her lips. She laughs and pulls away, pulling you back into a hug. Both of you blind to all the camera flashes, only focused on each other.

"I am," she says with a smile, looking down at you. "And you, my love, lose."

You look at her in a questioning manner and then it all clicks. You facepalm completely forgetting your little bet.

"Looks like someone owes me a massage," Cait says in a teasing tone.

"Ya, ya, ya," you say. "Swore it was going to be you."

She laughs and brings you into a side hug, letting the reporters get photos of the two of you.

You both stand there smiling. The next day you are bombarded with tags and comments about Caitlin's fans and your Iowa fans saying they knew the two of you were together.

AN: I think these are cute, but let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

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acrosstheujiverse · 4 months ago

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Through the Years

【📂】 summary: it’s you and your husband's silver wedding anniversary. it's been 25 years since you've married kim mingyu and you’re filled with nostalgia as you reminisce back on how life has been in your sleep. 【🖇️】 pairing: husband!mingyu x wife!reader. 【💿】 genre: nostalgia and heartwarming. 【🧺】 tags: established relationship; memories; pregnancy; mentions of religion; one mention of "cheater"; married life. 【📦】 word count: 2.5k+

📬 — author’s note！this is inspired by a real story.

thank you for the overwhelmingly positive response to my headcannon post, dynamics of an introverted couple !! (check it out if you haven't).

i dedicate this to those who are raising children—we appreciate you. some of us (children) may be too afraid/shy/embarrassed to say this… but i’ll say it on behalf of them. from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all your effort, support, love, and sacrifices.

*i’ve included some easter eggs! ^^

(it was my birthday 2 days ago so i was motivated to give you a gift in the form of this story hehe~ happy reading! ٩( ᐛ )و*)

p.s. please pardon any grammatical error.

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after spending the evening at a restaurant downtown, you and your husband, mingyu, walk hand-in-hand into your dimly lit house.

“huh… i guess the kids must be in their rooms right now.” you said to your husband.

all of a sudden you both hear muffled sounds in your guys’ living room.

you and mingyu exchanged knowing looks at each other. “let’s not make them wait any longer, hon. let’s go.” mingyu whispered to you.

chuckling quietly, you nodded in agreement. “let’s go, my dear lord mingyu.”

he cheekily smiled, “right after you, lady (y/n).”

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“shhh! be quiet--i hear them!”

“hurry up, aji!”

“okay... in 3-2-1—!”

“SURPRISE!!!”

both you and mingyu feigned shock and surprise.

your three kids stood in the middle of the living room beaming with joy, feeling satisfied with their surprise celebration. ,. one was holding a cake, another was holding a handmade banner, with ‘you’re the best mom and dad ever!’ written on it, and the other one setting off a confetti wand.

“HAPPY 25TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY MOM AND DAD!!!”

you cooed at the sweet gesture from your kids.

“aww! thank you, my babies. your dad and i appreciate your efforts.”

mingyu initiated a family group hug. “thank you kids.”

giggling, all three of your kids said in unison, “you’re welcome mom and dad!”

you gave mingyu a side hug after everyone dispersed themselves. the two of you held a warm gaze into each other’s eyes. a sweet and loving smile never leaving both of your faces.

“happy anniversary again, love~”

“happy anniversary again, hon~”

you exchanged kisses.

both of you chuckled at the déjà vu of it all.

but you and mingyu don’t mind celebrating your wedding anniversary again because this time it’s with your whole family.

it was, indeed, a mirthful celebration.

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“goodnight, gyu.”

“goodnight, (y/n).”

as you lay in your shared bedroom, you begin to reminisce about the beginnings of you and mingyu’s relationship. you softly smiled as you slowly slipped into your dreams.

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“mom… (y/n) and i are going to be parents. (y/n)’s pregnant.”

you were both not ready to be parents. you were 23 and mingyu was 20.

you were in your last year of college, while he was in his second year.

you both were filled with limitless opportunities, but in the eyes of both your parents... it was a different story.

“KIM. MINGYU. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS??!”

mingyu’s mother was a religious woman, a devout believer of god, and an avid churchgoer.

born and raised in the countryside where everyone knew each other, both you and mingyu knew that you were going to be the talk of the town for… a while.

(with hindsight, it was only years later that you realized how your mother-in-law took the brunt of most of the gossip.)

although mingyu’s mother was strongly opposed to the pregnancy at first, she knew she could do nothing to change the fact that you were pregnant. you were relieved that she wasn’t like those cruel stepmothers portrayed in disney movies—definitely, not. she eventually warmed up to the situation at hand and guided the both of you during your pregnancy.

you and mingyu were set to be married a month before your first child's due date. yes, it was an outdated belief that both your families held back in the day, but it was what was considered acceptable at that time. you married early because of the pregnancy, but you had already decided long before you got pregnant that he was the one. mingyu was the one that's meant to be standing beside you at the altar and the one that you were going to grow old with.

the moment that truly changed mingyu’s mother’s heart was when aji was born. the moment she first laid eyes on your first born baby girl, her eyes were filled with love.

(she later told you that it was as if she was a first-time mother again.)

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to say that raising a child was hard would be a huge understatement.

you were blessed with three children.

the first born, aji, was the hardest to take care of because you both didn’t know what you were supposed to do. (both of your parents were there to guide you for the most part, but the rest of the work had to come from you and mingyu.) with aji, the both of you were overly protective.

the second child, chi, was less hard to take care of because now both of you had experience but it wasn’t easy. learning from all the mistakes and lessons from your first child, you and mingyu applied all the knowledge you had with chi, and for the most part all of your tactics worked. chi was a very sickly baby when she was born, and so you and your husband worked tirelessly to provide all the necessary medication that your baby needed. with chi, the both of you were protective.

the youngest, bo, was easier to take care of because you both learned valuable things from the last two. however… the skills and tricks you had learned from raising aji and chi wasn’t really working well with bo because… he was the only boy. so it was like being back to square one again. with bo, the both of you learned to be a little bit carefree.

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your husband was a man of many admirable qualities.

kim mingyu had a strong work ethic.

in the beginning of your guys’ marriage, he would work odd jobs, anything that would pay him. anything that would sustain your growing family.

when you were pregnant with your youngest, it was an unexpected pregnancy (it was déjà vu). you noticed the signs of pregnancy early and confirmed it with a test kit.

mingyu had a plan, you were skeptical at first but you eventually caved in. he would apply to work abroad and get a permanent residency. the work and money in your guys’ small town did not pay enough for a family of five, so mingyu looked for work outside of your country since they pay much more.

fortunately, he was there when you gave birth to bo and when he took his first steps.

it was only when bo was about two years old that mingyu left to go abroad.

you had worked on a video call schedule with him so that you and the children would have communication with him. he’d send a few pictures and videos of his life abroad… but it didn’t fill the feeling of longingness for him in your heart. you missed him so much.

raising all three of your children without your husband by your side took a toll on your mental and physical wellbeing. the first year without mingyu was the hardest for you, but you eventually got back on your feet thanks to the support you had from your friends, and his and your family. you knew you had to be strong not only for your husband and children, but also for yourself.

and you maintained your unwavering commitment to being a great mother to your children in the five years that mingyu was gone.

it was only until bo was seven years old that he met his father again. aji was about 15, and chi was 9 years old.

his five years abroad was the longest you two have ever been apart, but it proved to be an incredible testament to the lengths you both would endure just to provide your children with a comfortable life. a life that used to only exist in the movies and dramas that you two would watch before but has now been made possible because of the hard work and sacrifices you and mingyu made.

kim mingyu was chivalrous.

it was the simplest gesture of his that you would take notice of: he would hold open doors for you and your children. it was an automatic response from him–you didn’t need to ask him to–he just simply did it. as a father, his gentlemanly actions set the standards and expectations of your children. they especially influence the actions of your youngest son, bo.

mingyu was someone that’s attentive to the needs of others. an altruistic person.

he’d say to your children, “if you can help, then help.”

your husband isn’t an overly kind person. he knows his boundaries… sometimes. in your viewpoint, at times, he gets a bit into helping others to the point that he fails to recognize that they were only using him for their own selfish reasons. you were his voice of reason and helped him put a limit to his kindness.

kim mingyu was a homemaker.

from cooking, driving the kids, vacuuming, mopping, cleaning dishes, folding clothes, mowing, cutting and dyeing the kids’ hair (and your hair)—mingyu was an absolute all rounder around the house. but it’s not like you don’t do your fair share of house chores–you do. the two of you alternate chores every week. it’s a routinized system that the two of you made.

your relationship with your husband isn’t at all perfect, but you know you’re both going to get through it together. in times where you don’t see eye to eye, or say things in the heat of the moment… both of you will silently apologize through actions.

it’s not like you both can’t verbally apologize to one another… it’s just that the both of you are not used to expressing your emotions. you two didn’t grow up in an environment where emotions were talked about.

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once, mingyu shared a personal story with you.

it was about his father.

he shared how he was distant with his father. mingyu, as a child, hated the way his father would always leave and make his mother cry. his mother always hid away in the bathroom or their "shared" bedroom to shed her tears, away from mingyu, but he heard them. he heard her painful cries every single night. there was never a day where his mother didn't cry herself to sleep.

his father was someone who couldn’t keep his zipper up—a cheater.

his father was what made kim mingyu the man that he is now.

he hated his father. he didn't want to be like him when he grew up. so he made a silent promise to himself that he would never treat the woman that he loved and married like how his father did to his mother.

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the past 25 years of your married life and family life had its ups and downs, of course no relationships are ever picture-perfect, but you try to embrace each other's shortcomings.

after 25 years of being married, you can proudly say that 23 year old you and 20 year old mingyu would be glad to see 48 year old you and 45 year old mingyu still standing strong together. that no matter what life has thrown your way, you've both gotten through those battles and came out victorious at the end. (some battles may have taken some time to resolve but you both remained by each other's side.)

you and mingyu may not see eye to eye on some things, but you always try to make things work. you try to make compromises with each other.

your marriage may have started because of unexpected circumstances... but it has led you both to an unpredictably beautiful future.

a future with your three children. a future with you and him. a future with a loving family that you both only wished of when you were younger.

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tears continuously pour down your face as you remember your trip down memory lane last night. you try to quietly wipe your tears and lower your weeping but your repeated attempts at silencing yourself only stirs your husband awake.

he's shifting his body beside you to try and face you. "hon..? are you—"

but before mingyu could see your tear stained face, you quickly buried your face into his bare chest.

"woah. (y/n)—honey—are you okay?" he slightly chuckled in his morning voice.

"m jst gld yr he," your muffled voice softly answered.

"what? i didn't understand what you said. could you repeat it while looking at me... please?"

he knew just how to get you to open up to him.

darn you, kim mingyu!

you gave in to his request.

“i’m just glad you’re here…”

you looked up at him and when you met each other’s eyes, his slowly started going wide with worry. "aww, (y/n)... did you have a bad dream?" he gently brushed your tear stained eyes and cheeks.

you shook your head. "no... it was actually the opposite."

giving him a small smile, you rest your head against his warm toned chest as you begin to share the contents of your dreams.

“i dreamt about us last night. how everything started to how everything is now. it opened my mind to how much we’ve been through all these years. it made me feel more grateful to have you as my life partner and husband.”

tears started to welled up in mingyu’s eyes. his heart overflowing with even more love for you.

"thank you for fighting for us, love. thank you for fighting for me–for fighting for our family. i know many were opposed to us because of the sanctity of our marriage but we proved them wrong by staying true to our vows. i’m so thankful that i have the best husband, partner, and father (to our children)–it’s more than i could ever ask for. i love you.”

with that, mingyu embraced you ever so delicately with his muscular arms, it was as if a gentle giant holding a porcelain vase, afraid you were going to break if he applied too much pressure.

“all the promises that i’ve made to you, on our wedding day and after we were married, will never be in vain (y/n)... i can assure you that. we’ve already been through so much together; we’ve witnessed each other's worst pains and great joys. we work great as a team and i wouldn’t want to experience the rest of my life without you. i want to keep making more great memories with you. i want us to keep being by each other's side. thank you for loving me, even though i’m not perfect.”

“i’m not perfect either gyu. we both are imperfect—but it’s that imperfection of ours that i love so much. we’re not perfect but we are perfectly imperfect for each other to love. we complement each other’s weaknesses with our strengths.”

his hold on you tightened slightly, as if he was afraid you would suddenly disappear. you couldn’t see it, but a single tear rolled down mingyu’s cheek. he wore a bittersweet smile on his face.

your sentimental words have your husband feeling bashful and so warm inside.

feeling that his throat was closing up soon, he could only muster up the courage to utter one last endearment to you.

“i love you (y/n)… more than you could ever know… thank you for loving this imperfect me.”

- fin.

#acrosstheujiverse #one shots #seventeen #svt #svt x reader #seventeen fluff #au #mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu seventeen #mingyu fluff #mingyu imagines #kim mingyu #established relationship #married life #Spotify #thank you

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valkyrieromanoff · 4 days ago

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God bless your dad's genetics… Dilf! Anakin x son’s girlfriend!reader

CHAPTER ONE: CRUISE

synopsis: when your best friend Luke asks you to pose as his girlfriend during his parents' 25th wedding anniversary cruise, you reluctantly agree. After all, you're single, he's desperate, and who can say no to an all-expenses-paid getaway? But what starts as a simple favor spirals into a tangled web of awkward introductions, suspicious relatives, and one undeniable complication: your growing, utterly inappropriate crush on Luke’s father, Anakin. Surrounded by the charming and chaotic Skywalker family, you’re forced to navigate the tricky waters of pretense, loyalty, and a passion you never saw coming.

warning: age gap (Anakin is 44 years old and the reader is in her early 20s), cheating, alternate universe, that's it for now, I'll add more warnings when the next chapters come out.

words: 1.1k

a/n: I confess that I've had this idea marinating for a while, and now seeing the latest photos of Hayden at comic-con, he's so dad coded. So, I decided to take a chance and start a story, I don't know how many chapters there will be yet, but I'm excited to see where it will take us... Slightly inspired by Fuck your boyfriend('s dad) by forcemeanakin, I'm obsessed with her writing… Anyway, that's it, I hope you like it ;)

CHAPTER ONE: CRUISE

you were meant for me to find

it's out of my hands

there's nothing left to do but

cruise and just enjoy the ride

“Wait a second, let me get this straight…” you interrupted Luke, raising your hands to halt his rapid-fire explanation. He’d been talking non-stop for nearly five minutes, and you were still struggling to piece it all together. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend at your parents’ 25th wedding anniversary? Why on earth do you even need a fake girlfriend?” You adjusted yourself on the bed, pulling a pillow against your chest for comfort, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Luke let out a long, dramatic sigh, raking a hand through his messy blond hair. “You know how my parents are… always in my business. And now with Leia bringing her boyfriend, I just don’t want to be the only one showing up alone.” He looked at you with those pleading puppy-dog eyes, his voice softening. “Come on, just this once. Please? Didn’t you say you wanted to go on a cruise someday? Here’s your chance.”

You arched an amused eyebrow. “So, what—you’re trying to bribe me now?”

Luke shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with a loose thread on his jacket. “Well, when you put it like that…” he muttered sheepishly. “Look, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I—I trust you, okay? You’re the only person I can count on for this.”

His desperation was hard to ignore. You exhaled slowly, shaking your head. “Fine, I’ll do it,” you said, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. “But only because of the all-inclusive package. Don’t think this means I approve of your ridiculous plan.”

A grin split across Luke’s face as he lunged forward to hug you. “Thank you! Seriously, you’re saving my life here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, pushing him back playfully. “But if this backfires, you owe me big time.”

Luke hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, um… about that. I might have already put your name on the guest list.”

Your eyes narrowed as you shoved his shoulder. “You what? Idiot.”

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Now, a few days later, you found yourself standing on the pier, the midday sun beating down mercilessly. You checked your phone for the third time, scrolling through messages with a faint scowl. Still no word from Luke. If he left you waiting much longer, you were seriously going to kill him.

“Hey!” His voice cut through the buzz of the crowded dock. You turned to see him jogging toward you, a backpack slung casually over one shoulder. He looked a little too cheerful for someone who had left you baking in the sun.

“You’re late,” you called, crossing your arms as he approached.

“Fashionably,” he quipped with a smirk, completely unbothered by your glare.

“thought you’d forgotten about me,” you teased, elbowing Luke lightly in the chest as he finally reached you.

Luke shrugged, offering a sheepish grin. “Blame my parents. They were running late because my dad accidentally packed the wrong suitcase for my mom. Total chaos—everyone was scrambling to fix it.”

You chuckled, imagining the scene. Though you hadn’t met Luke’s family yet, you’d heard plenty about them over the years. His parents were something of a legend in his stories: the perfect, if sometimes chaotic, couple who’d married young and raised twins.

Padmé Amidala, Luke’s mother, was a force of nature. A federal deputy and professor of International Relations, she somehow juggled her demanding career with being a devoted wife and mother. Strong, brilliant, and endlessly busy, yet always managing to prioritize her family.

Anakin Skywalker, Luke’s father, was no less impressive. A retired army general, he’d left his military career after the twins were born to focus on raising them. Luke often spoke of how his dad spent hours tinkering in their garage, restoring vintage cars and building gadgets—a far cry from his days in uniform.

“Come on, let’s get moving,” Luke said, snapping you out of your thoughts. He grabbed the handle of his own suitcase and motioned toward the massive cruise ship docked ahead.

You followed, letting him lead the way. The pier was packed with elegantly dressed guests, most of whom were likely Padmé’s colleagues—senators, representatives, and a mix of politicians from all corners. The line to board snaked back farther than you could see.

“Do we really have to wait through all this?” you asked, eyeing the crowd and clutching the handle of your wheeled suitcase.

Luke shot you a sly grin. “We don’t wait in lines.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he veered off toward the front of the queue, guiding you toward a set of stairs reserved for VIPs. You followed, struggling a little as your suitcase bumped against the steps.

"Luke, get your girlfriend's suitcase," a strong, masculine voice called out from behind you, deep and commanding yet tinged with warmth. "Otherwise, she'll think I didn’t teach you how to be a gentleman."

Startled, you turned toward the source of the voice just as Luke, already at the top of the stairs, groaned in exasperation. He glanced back with a tired expression but made no move to help.

“It’s okay, really, it’s not heavy,” you mumbled shyly, gripping the handle of your suitcase a little tighter. But as your eyes met the man addressing Luke, the words caught in your throat.

Your lips parted slightly in disbelief. Gods… what a man.

Standing before you was, without a doubt, the most stunning man you’d ever seen. Anakin Skywalker. His angular face was framed by sandy blond hair, slightly tousled with subtle waves that gave him a rugged charm. His piercing blue eyes—so vivid and expressive they seemed to pull you into a storm—were framed by faint lines that hinted at years of experience and a life well-lived. His presence was magnetic, his confident stance and the faint smirk on his lips radiating an almost effortless allure.

“Come on, I insist,” Anakin said, his voice softening as he stepped closer. He reached out and gently took the suitcase from your hand before you could protest. His touch lingered just briefly, and the warmth of his hand sent a flicker of heat up your arm. “Not heavy, huh?” he teased with a wink, his tone laced with amusement.

You managed a weak nod, your heart racing as you watched him carry your suitcase up the stairs with ease. Every movement was graceful, effortless, as though he hadn’t spent years off the battlefield but still carried himself like he could command a room—or a galaxy.

Luke rolled his eyes at his father’s display, muttering under his breath. “Show off.”

Ignoring him, Anakin reached the top of the stairs and set your suitcase down carefully before glancing back at you with an easy smile. “Welcome aboard,” he said, his voice warm and inviting.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to keep your expression neutral, but your mind was racing. What the hell have you just gotten yourself into?

#anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #dilf anakin x reader #dilf anakin #alternative wolrd #star wars #hayden christensen

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go-see-a-starwar · 10 months ago

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Christensen opened up on his time in the galaxy far, far away. “It’s been a remarkable experience. And just a very heartwarming one,” he tells Empire. “The journey that I’ve been on with Star Wars over the last 20 plus years... it’s been a wild ride, and where we’re at now is really meaningful to me.” While the backlash against the prequels was difficult to take, he’s pleased to see how beloved all three films are today. “I think that those movies have held up well over time,” he says. “It feels like vindication for the work that we did. Everyone that worked on those movies thought that we were part of something special. We all wanted to do our very best work, and we cared a lot about it. And so to see the response from the fans now, it’s very cool.” That response includes excitement from younger fans – who are always thrilled to meet the man who… well, murdered all the Jedi younglings in Revenge Of The Sith. “There was a lot of talk about us doing that scene, and I love that George did it. It was a bold move. And it’s shocking,” the actor says. “Kids seem to forget about that scene when they meet me! There’s not any fear or intimidation. They’re just excited to meet Anakin.” Having ridden out the stormy reception to the prequels – and returned to the Star Wars galaxy in recent years for appearances in Obi-Wan Kenobi and Ahsoka – Christensen reflected on the advice that he would give to his younger self before stepping into Attack Of The Clones. “Even though I was a bit overwhelmed, I was also a confident young man, and I wanted to make my mark. But I guess if I were to have some advice for me during that general time in my life, it would be: ‘Patience’,” he decides. “Because my journey with the character and with Star Wars has at times been a bumpy one... but I’m in a good place with it now. And so that’s why I say patience.” In 2024, there’s undoubtedly balance to the Force.

Excerpt of Hayden Christensen’s interview with Empire Magazine for its Prequels’ 25th Anniversary special issue

#oh my lord (Vader)#the fact that the mag is called empire is just *chef’s kiss*#hayden christensen #give hayden a vader series #anakin skywalker #darth vader #empire magazine #interviews #prequels #photoshoots

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eddieschains · 1 year ago

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Dream Come True

Older!Eddie X Fem!Reader

credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the older eddie edit <3

Word Count: 2.8k

TW// 18+, age gap (reader is early 20s, Eddie is 50s), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), degradation, face slapping, creampie, let me know if i missed anything!!

It was your parents 25th wedding anniversary. They liked to make a big deal out of it every 5 years, throwing a big party and inviting as many people as they could. You never understood why they couldn’t just go out to dinner alone to celebrate instead of dragging you along to hang out with their old friends. But he made it all worth it.

Eddie Munson. Your dads friend from high school. He was kind of old sure, but he was damn sexy. He had the softest looking long curly brown hair, peppered with just the right amount of grey. The perfect amount of scruff around his face, messy yet neat at the same time. And his arms and chest littered with tattoos.

He played in a metal band that your dad was a part of shortly in college, until he decided he’d rather marry your mom and start a family. Bleh. You had watched all the videos of their shows when he was younger, and while you should’ve been impressed by your dads skills as a musician, you could never take your eyes off of Eddie.

He was still in the band, constantly in LA recording or touring the world. He always made time to visit you and your parents when he was back in Hawkins though. You hadn’t seen him in about 5 years, the last time being your high school graduation, when he could barely keep his eyes off of you. You thought since you were freshly 18 he would finally take you someplace to fuck you raw, but that might’ve just been wishful thinking.

In reality, he didn’t pay much attention to you when he visited. Nothing more than the usual “how have you been” or “how’s school going?”. But, that wasn’t going to stop you from continuing to try and get his attention.

You opted for a short black dress, probably showing a little more cleavage than you usually would, some high heeled boots, and a simple silver necklace. You were in the kitchen of the beach house your parents rented, fixing yourself a drink while you waited for the guests so trickle in.

“Honey, can you greet people at the door and take their coats?” You hear your mom call from the other room. You roll your eyes before taking a sip of your wine and making your way to the door.

You spend the next 30 minutes welcoming all of your parents friends, frustratingly having to answer the same questions over and over and using your best fake laugh to laugh at all of their dad jokes. You were just about ready to leave and scream in the bathroom until you saw the black mustang pull up. Eddie.

You fix you hair and push your boobs up a little more before he makes his way to the door. “Sweetheart.” He bows his head, making his way into the house.

“Eddie.” You do the same. You ask to take his jacket and hang it with the rest. You decide your door duty is over once Eddie arrives, following him into the house. “This is nice. Didn’t know your old man bought a new place.” He says looking around, taking in all the little details.

“Oh it’s not ours, they just rented it for the party. Always need to make a big deal out of their love.” You scoff.

Eddie chuckles, “Marriage is a big deal. You’ll find that out soon enough.”

“No thanks. Marriage is just a big money grab. Why can’t I just spend the rest of my life with the person I love without the governments involvement? Plus it’s harder to get divorced than it is to get married.” You respond.

“You’re a smart girl. What are you studying again?” He asks, genuinely interested.

“Psychology. I graduate in a couple months.” You smile proudly.

“Ah you gonna tug at my brain tonight?” He laughs.

This is your chance to make a move, you think to yourself. “I could tug at something else if you’d like.” You whisper, a smirk on your face.

Eddie coughs, clearing his throat. “Uh i’m gonna go say hi to your parents.” He practically runs away. You would’ve been embarrassed by your boldness if you hadn’t noticed the way his cheeks turned red and his legs shook at your words.

You take your place back in the kitchen, avoiding conversation with the large group of people. You hear footsteps behind you and turn to see Eddie grabbing a beer from the fridge.

“Can’t stand being out there any longer without at least one beer.” You chuckle, mumbling in agreement. “When did your parents become so prissy?”

“Oh you mean they haven’t always been like this?” You laugh. “Dad got a promotion a couple years ago so I guess he feels the need to impress them.”

“You should’ve seen him in college, when he was still in the band. He was wild.” Eddie laughs, recalling the memories.

“As wild as you?” You raise an eyebrow, cocking your head to the side.

Eddie’s cheeks turn red, “I’m not wild.”

“You expect me to believe that the man who’s been rocking girls panties off for the last 30 years isn’t a wild one?” You step closer to him, hearing how his breathing changes. “I’ve seen what those hands can do.”

“Hey… stop.” You know he only says it because he should, not that he really wants you to.

You wrap your hand around his neck, pulling his ear down to your mouth. “But i’m not wearing any panties.”

Eddie lets a soft moan escape his mouth before running off. “I need to use the restroom.” You’re left in the kitchen, giggling and smirking to yourself, waiting a couple minutes before following him.

You put your head up to the bathroom door, listening to him heavy breathing and muttering curse words under his breath. You open the door, locking it behind you.

“What the fuck?!” He whisper yells. “What are you doing?”

“Oh I thought that was an invitation. You know, tell the girl you’re going to the bathroom, she follows…” You jump up on the sink, spreading your legs a little wider. “And then the guy fucks her brains out on the sink.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, trying his best not to look you in the eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But you want to, don’t you?” You jump off the sink, pulling him towards you. “Don’t think I forgot about the way you were looking at my tits at my graduation party. Or the way your eyes immediately went down to my thighs when I greeted you tonight. You’re a dirty old man, and I want to be your filthy… little… girl.” Your words send shivers down his spine.

“Fuck it.” He growls before pressing his lips against yours. His hands immediately reach for your hips, his fingers digging into them sure to leave marks tomorrow. You wrap your arms around the back of his head, pulling on his hair. He lets out a moan, and you take the opportunity to dip your tongue into his mouth.

He taste just like how you imagined. A mix of tobacco and mint, followed with a slight flavor of the beer he just drank. He removes his mouth from yours, moving down your neck, sucking on that sweet spot just behind your ear. His hands travel down to your ass, squeezing and slapping as he continues his assault on your neck.

You twirl your fingers in his hair, pushing him further into you as you feel the heat between your legs growing more and more intense. He backs you up until your back hits the sink, a whimper leaving your mouth. He lifts the bottom of your dress, exposing your naked cunt.

“Fuck. You weren’t lying.” You chuckle as he continues kissing and sucking your skin, moving further down your body. “You did this because you knew I was coming, huh? Or are you just that much of a whore?”

You moan at his words, loving the way he says it. “Oh you like that? Like when I call you a fucking whore?” You mumble an mm-hmm right as he reaches where you needed him the most. “God you have such a pretty pussy, baby. Mind if I have a little taste?”

“Please.” You whimper, and he dives right in. His tongue drags from your entrance, all the way up to your clit. “Fuck, Eddie.” You moan out as his tongue flicks back and forth.

He licks you up and down a few times before focusing on your clit. Attaching his mouth to your aching bud, and sucking it like it was his last meal. You couldn’t speak. It was like he took away your ability to form any kind of words. You’d never felt like this before, never gotten head like this before. He truly was a master, and not just when it came to music.

The filthy sounds of his tongue mixed with your own arousal was nearly enough to send you over the edge. You feel him bring his fingers up to your entrance, playing with it while gathering your wetness. He looks up at you, his mouth still on your cunt, looking for permission to keep going. You nod, and without another word he sinks two fingers into you.

“Oh my- fuck!” You scream out before bringing a hand to your mouth, not wanting to bring attention to what was happening in here. You feel him smile against your pussy, pushing his fingers in and out of you.

His fingers were thick enough, you had no idea how you were supposed to fit, what you assumed, was his even thicker cock. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, not relenting his attack on your clit. He moans into your pussy, sending even more vibrations of pleasure through you. He seemed to really enjoy eating your pussy. Maybe just as much as you were.

He starts to move his fingers faster, flicking his tongue across your clit searching for your orgasm. “Shit, Eddie- Eddie i’m gonna- fuck fuck fuck.” You can’t even make out a cognitive sentence with the pleasure you were feeling.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me. Cum on my face.” That was all you needed to hear before your legs were shaking, closing in on his head as yours was thrown back, cursing his name under your breath.

He keeps thrusting his fingers into you, softly to help you ride out your high. Once your breathing starts to regulate again, he pulls out, placing soft kisses on your thighs before moving up to your mouth. “You okay?” He asks, pecking your lips.

You nod, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Placing your hand on the crotch of his jeans, you can feel just how much he enjoyed that. You palm at his rock hard cock through his pants, while he moans above you into the kiss.

“Can I suck you off?” You ask, continuing to press into him.

“Not gonna last. I need to be inside of you.” He moans, shuffling his pants off as quickly as possible, and you realize that you didn’t have to assume his size anymore. He was big. The biggest you’ve ever seen. Thick too. If you had to picture the perfect dick, he had it.

“Jesus christ.” You mumble, earning a chuckle from him. He spits into his hand, stroking his cock to prepare himself.

“Can I see your tits?” He asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer. He pulls the straps of your dress off, nearly tearing them, and pushes the top of your dress down so that it’s sitting on your waist. “Oh my god, we’re you created by the gods or something?”

“I was created by your best friend.” You smirk, reminding him of who exactly he was about to fuck.

He groans, twisting his eyebrows up. “Don’t remind me.” He places his hands on your tits, rubbing and squeezing them in circles before catching one in his mouth.

You place your hand on the back of his head as he licks and sucks on your nipple, his hand playing with the other before switching places. Once he’s has enough, he steps back, grabbing onto his cock and sliding it up and down your folds.

“Ready?” He asks as you nod furiously. He slides just the tip in, testing the waters. You wince as he stretches you open. It hurts only for a moment, but the earlier tongue fucking definitely helped you get used to it quicker.

He pushes more of his length in, an inch at a time until his balls hit the back of your ass. “Shit you’re so fucking tight. Could bust right now.” He moans before pulling out slightly, and pushing back in.

You grab onto his biceps for leverage as he picks up the pace. You pull him closer to you, pushing his hair to one side while your lips find his neck. He groans at the feeling, grabbing the back of your neck as he rapidly begins thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh my god- that’s it, fuck. Feels so good.” You moan in his ear. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, along with each of your moans. He moves his hands down to your hips, using them to fuck you back into him.

“Who would’ve thought my best friends daughter would be such a filthy fucking whore? Sucking my cock into her pussy like this? God you feel so fucking good on my cock like this.” His words continue to egg you on. You can’t say anything other curse words followed by moans of pleasure as he fucks into you.

You start to feel your high approaching again, embarrassingly quick and he takes notice. He pulls your head into his, pressing your forehead against his. “You gonna cum for me again? Gonna drench my fat cock with your cum? Hmm, baby?” You moan in response, but it’s not enough for him. “Use your words, tell me how good i’m making you feel right now.”

You still can’t find the words, and that’s when you feel a sharp slap across your cheek. “Say. It.” He growls, his thrusts speeding up as his thumb takes place on your clit. He rubs perfect circles on your clit while awaiting a response before slapping his palm across your cheek once again. “What the fuck did I just tell you? Say it.”

“Feels so good Eddie. Love the way your cock fills my pussy, gonna make me cum- fuck!” Your body goes limp as your second orgasm crashes over you. Eddie picks you up by your ass, moving your body against the bathroom door.

“That’s right, dirty slut loves the way I feel inside of her.” His body is keeping you up against the door as he continues to fuck into you with a hurried speed, chasing his own high. “How would she feel if I filled her up with my cum?”

All you can muster is a moan, receiving another slap across the face. “Use your fucking words.”

“Yes please Eddie, fill me up. Cum in me. I wanna feel you, please please please.” The overstimulation is almost getting to be too much as you feel a tear slide down your face.

Although, it doesn’t last long as he gives you a couple more hard thrusts before you feel his seed coating your walls. “Fuuuck.” He moans out, his head falling into your neck.

He stills for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his own orgasm before lifting his head to kiss you. He wipes your tears away before slowly sliding out of you and placing you back on your feet.

“You’re something else.” He laughs, pulling his pants back up.

“So are you.” You smile, fixing your dress. “Who knew old dudes like you could fuck so good?”

He shoots you a look, making you giggle. “Don’t tell your parents about this.”

You furrow your eyebrows and scoff. “Yeah let me just go down there and let them know their best friend just fucked the shit out of their daughter.” He laughs before exiting the bathroom and returning downstairs to the party.

You wait a couple minutes to follow him, not wanting to be suspected of anything. You make your way to your dad, hoping she didn’t notice that you and Eddie went missing.

“There you are honey. Oh what happened to your dress?” You look down, noticing the tear in your strap. You look over at Eddie, seeing the biggest smirk on his face as he sips his beer.

“Must’ve torn it this morning putting it on.” You respond, avoiding eye contact.

“Well you should go out a jacket on, make yourself look a little put together please.”

You sigh, walking away. “Yes daddy.”

You walk past Eddie as he grabs you arm, whispering in your ear. “Yes daddy.”

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