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#that was unexpected#sooo i had a date today#from a guy i met on tinder and i always sweared i would never download tinder đ
#well i got curious but it still lowkey freaks me out#anyways we had a gym date#at first i thought he wouldn't like me anymore after looking in the mirror and i always feel like i look horrible working out đ#and during the working out part we didn't talk that much and i was a bit worried#also yeah the guy looked really good đ« #really tall almost 1.9m and well my thoughts were 'uh he's hot' and i don't feel like that abt many guys đł#but then after the gym part we went to this hottub in the sauna part of the gym and talked#and he got closer to me i didn't know what to do as i haven't been on many dates at least not such one's#then he just kissed me asfhk#(which really surprised me on a first date but there also were signs it might happen)#i don't have much experience besides like once at a party but that was hardly a kiss#it felt weird at first but then as i gave into it i didn't hate it no it felt quite good đ« đ« #and he knew what he was doing for sure...#at times i was wondering wheter i was on some degree asexual as i didn't have a boyfriend yet and such i might not be#altough i don't think i can see myself having sex ever with someone i haven't been together for at least quite a few months#but yeah i did like this and that i had this experience đ
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currently remembering the time in elementary school where my friend had a crush on a boy so then i picked a boy to have a crush on bc i felt like i ought to
#the signs were there#lesbian#lgbtq#also funny story#in middle school i thought i had a crush on this boy#letâs call him A#and one of my friends letâs call her B#was talking to me and a group of our friends after a gym class one day#and she said i have a crush on someoneâŠ. and theyâre in this classâŠ..#and we were all like omg who#and she said itâs A#and that made me upset bc i had a crush on A and i felt like now we were competing#anyway. B and I ended up dating shortly after lmao#she was lying about having a crush on A#she actually had a crush on me
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Cake or Fake - G.S.
Synopsis. The only birthday gift your brotherâs best friend wants? You. And not just for fake-datingâŠ
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, brotherâs best friend! Gojo, annoyances to lovers, fake dating, PINING, jealousy (Gojoâs side), past Sukuna x Reader, matĂng presses, vĂrgĂnity loss (Gojo), oraI (fem rec.), PĂSSYDRĂNK GOJO, size kĂnk, cervĂx kĂssing, heâs such a tease, cĂșmplay, p talking, making him WHĂMPER, spĂtting, pĂĄnty-steaIing, slight chokĂng, reader is Getoâs sister, matchmaking, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 11.1k
A/N. In honor of my hubbyâs birthday!!
âWait, whoâs coming to your party?â
âItâs not just a âpartyâ, itâs my surprise party-âÂ
âSatoru, itâs not a surprise party if youâre the one organizing the surp-â Youâre cutting yourself off with a heaving sigh, massaging your throbbing temples. âAnyway- continue.â
Growing up, you didnât suffer through years of endless torment from Gojo Satoru to hope that heâd ever use logic. No, of course not.Â
Instead, heâs brandishing the oversized birthday banner heâd bought himself, softly smacking the top of your head. âBesides- itâs not like everyoneâs going to be there. Just our group, Nanamiâs troupe, some Kyoto people, I invited Yaga but he kicked me out of his office- oh- and Sukuna.â
Ah, there it was.Â
The one person you didnât want to see just as much as you didnât want to be roped into your brotherâs best friendâs âsurpriseâ party planning for his own birthday. But, alas, here you were.Â
And here tumbled the next few words that would likely haunt you for the rest of your life.Â
âI need you to date me.â
âOh? Okay.â
âListen I know itâs stupid and I know-â WaitâŠwhat? Cutting yourself off with a choked-up wheeze- for the first time since heâd barged into your life, Gojo had truly and absolutely stumped you. âWait- you agreed?â
Heâs shrugging one broad deltoid, tinted glasses that youâd bought for his last birthday sliding down that high nose bridge of his. And the grin youâre graced with is blinding. âWell, I knew it was about time before you fell for my charms~â Before one strong arm swings its way around your shoulders, manhandling you against the thin black t-shirt wrapped around his sculpted body. He wiggles his cloudy brows, âWhat was it- the hair? The eyes? The body? Yâknow Iâve been hitting the gym more-â
âGojo Satoru.â youâre gritting out through tight lips. âI need you to date me- just for one night.â
âSo it was the body-â heâs gasping dramatically, beefy arms frantically wrapping around your middle. You could feel the curves of his washboard abs against your palm. Purring voice pitching up into what almost sounded like a whine, âAt least take me out to dinner firstâ! To think that you just want me for a one night stand-â
In a split-second, your palms slap over his nonsensical mouth - hard enough that you almost spy a stinging stamp of red on his skin.Â
And yet, Gojo doesnât complain. Doesnât display anything but a brazen gleam in his gaze that practically screamed out kinky~!Â
âShut- up- my brotherâs in the next room.â Youâre hissing, eyes flickering behind Gojoâs toned figure and towards the kitchen door for any looming sign of Geto. âI need you to date me-â Your digits tighten over his mouth as soon as you feel it moving to prattle away once more. â-just for tonight- no, not as a one night stand, put that banner down- We just need to ah- pretend?â
Damn, it sounds more of a garbage idea out loud - and you didnât even know that was possible.Â
At the question in his summer blue eyes, your hopefully explanatory words spill out a mile a minute. âS-so Sukuna has been getting around since our little break-up a few months ago- if you can even call it thatâŠâ
Ah, melding into such a big group with your brotherâs friends and your own in university had always meant that there would be a few bumps along the way.Â
From explaining to an overeager Haibara that no, you and Gojo were definitely not dating, to making sure that your brother and his best friend didnât make Nanami suffer from an aneurysm too early in life, to perhaps the biggest of them all - your fiery, yet short-lived fling with Ryomen Sukuna.Â
The most dramatic bump, according to Shoko.
Sukuna wasnât a close friend, but itâd taken work to get over the worst of the awkwardness after heâd dumped you without a momentâs notice. And you werenât exactly dreaming up a wedding with himâŠsort of, but you certainly did skip out on a few invitations to hang out if you knew that heâd show his smug face.
And right now it left you ironically wishing youâd heeded Gojoâs words when heâd first warned you that Sukuna âwasnât right for you.âÂ
Though, you think part of it came from his own unexplainable love-hate animosity with the man.
â-but Iâve still been painfully single since the last time I saw him, and you know how he is. I canât face him like this.â You, in particular, knew too well. âYou two still have that weird rivalry thing going on, right? So help me show him up just for tonight- then later we say it fizzled out and everything goes back to normal. Itâs a win-win really if- eugh!â
You snatch your hand back as far as it would go the very second you feel the sodden drag of something against your palm. Staring in horror at your clammy skinâŠhe licked you.
And Gojo almost winces at the loss of your touch - he almost drags your hand back himself.Â
But oh, it was worth it just to see the way your gorgeous features get scrunched up into an even more gorgeous glare - one that said if looks could kill, then heâd already be six feet under and having his surprise party thrown on his grave already.Â
Truly the way to a manâs heart, he swoons internally.Â
âFine.â
And when has that particular tone from Gojo ever boded well for you?
âFine?â
You find yourself gulping at the slight bob of his smooth Adamâs apple, the flex of his back muscles when he hunches downwards to crowd your space. Mere inches away. Somehow, he seemed too close and too far away at the same time. Too intoxicating with his cold, pinewood scent.
âFine Iâll let you- heh, use me for my body.â Tone intentionally dipping into a low, rumbling territory. Gojoâs batting his long snowy lashes in a way youâd almost deem innocent - if it wasnât for the next few words that tumble urgently from his mouth. â-only if you give me something back. A kiss.â
You jolt, âWhat?â
âIâm the birthday boy, and I say-â
Cutting him off with a thoroughly practiced scoff, âWell, I have common sense. And I say I should just ask Nanami instead-â
âIs the common sense in my five-star getaway cabin with us right now?â
âOkay! You two!â Getoâs roughened hands clap down on your shoulders with a little more force than necessary. His voice is patient - used to this. âPlease try not to make this a funeral before we can make it a birthday party, Satoruâs decorations are non-refundable.â
Oh, shit.
How long had he been standing there?
Judging by Getoâs slight shake of your shoulders as if scrambling the practical part of your brain back into functionality - and the way he wasnât lecturing your ear off just yet - you guessed that the two of you had been lucky this time.Â
Face burning, you pray you didnât look as guilty as you were. Swatting your older brotherâs well-meaning hands away. âSpeaking of, for a busybody hosting his own surprise party, Iâm shocked you didnât want any gifts.â Quirking a brow, âIs there even anything you want? Anything else?âÂ
Gojo knew what you meant - you werenât just talking about the party anymore.Â
And, wellâŠhe avoids your eyes. Yes. Yes, there is .
You.Â
But, woe, even the utterly shameless Gojo Satoru couldnât possibly say that out loud - especially in front of his best friend, and your brother - so he settles on an obnoxiously dragged-out, âAwww- Trynna make my birthday special fâme, sweetheart~?â
And even that was toeing the line.
He canât help the way his rosy lips curl smugly at the edges when youâre hissing out a heated, âS-see if I try and have a civil conversation with you ever again, Gojo.â
âOuch!â Gojoâs clutching dramatically at his heart with a willowy faint that leaves him hanging off of Getoâs shoulders - and it wasnât too hard to fake with the way his heart lurches uncomfortably at the sound of his last name on your pretty tongue. âRight for the jugular- is this your way of throwing the towel on our truce?â
TruceâŠis that what heâs calling it?
You catch your own brother - that traitor - stifling a bout of laughter behind his hand when his towering best friend seems to cower in your mere presence. Because, really, who was Gojo Satoru against you?Â
Sighing with that slightly infuriated pout you havenât lost since you were a whiny, teary-eyed brat meeting him at his Digimon-themed birthday party many, many years ago.Â
Gojo takes the moment to truly appreciate how youâve grown since.
He hadnât technically invited you back then - but what else was there to do when your older brother was off making friends in kindergarten already and being invited by his ânew best friendâ?
Youâd been pouty the entire evening at that, he remembers, and his mother had gotten a ton of photos just of your bickering duo. A year younger and just barely an inch shorter than him, but to a freshly six-year-old Gojo that made all the superiority - enough to tease you badly enough that youâd left him with a tiny, throbbing pink handprint across his cheek, and his poor heart in your palm.
âNo.â Your voice rips him out of his reverie, as it always seems to do these days. âSo you better k-keep up your end of the truce, too.â
With you stomping your way back to your cabin suite, Gojo finds his twinkling eyes straying right after. Hot on your heels. Unable to tear away. You really have changed since then, all grown up - as is he - and yet-
âThatâs after a truce?â Geto wonders out loud for the both of you.
Well, heâs eyeing his best friend. And Gojo was nothing if not a good- well, he was good at everything, quite frankly. Everything except for when it came to you. âSuguru, we might have to plan a surprise engagement party tonight instead of a surprise birthday party.â
âHuh?â
âHuh?â
Because he still feels as much the bumbling six-year-old with his first-ever crush as he was back then.
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âMatching colors?â
You sigh, âCheck.â
âMatching backstories?â
âCheck.â
âKiss me?â
âCh- wait not yet-â youâre managing to shrill out, fingers curling even tighter around where Gojo had insisted you latch onto his bicep. And you feel him flex boastfully under his velvety button-up, âAnd do we really need to make some grand entrance? You literally planned the entire party.â
Heâs flicking your forehead - softly, youâve seen Gojo roughhousing with your brother before and he didnât use even half his strength on you. âSurprise party- the birthday boy has to make a dramatic entrance with his girlfriend. How else will we make a statement?âÂ
Youâre grumbling to yourself about why you needed to make a statement at all - but you canât argue, this was your idea after all.
And Gojo seemed well and fully intent to excel in his roleâŠperhaps too intent.Â
Now, you always knew that his family was disgustingly wealthy; but Gojo practically dragged you to the nearest high-end mall this morning. Insisting on the latest twinkling bracelets and bejewelled necklaces to match his fitted shirt. Cooing that you looked âabsolutely gorgeousâ in every single one.Â
Was this official girlfriend treatment from Gojo Satoru himself? Youâve never known him to have had a long-term relationship in all the years heâs been your brotherâs friend butâŠbut it was all so much for just one night of acting.Â
And when youâre twirling that flowy silken fabric of your dress around your fingers, you wonder if thatâs all he was thinking.Â
âHey?â The rounded pads of his fingers skim over your cheeks, âNervous?â
âA little.â you admit, trying oh-so-desperately to escape from his blazing sapphire gaze.Â
And Gojo crushes you close to his body, one massive palm resting firmly on your hips, hardened front pressing up against yours. Warm. Steady. Voice so close now that you could catch every slight crack towards the end, the heat of Gojoâs feverish breath - practically burning - against your ear.Â
You wanted to feel his hands more - everywhere.Â
Woah. Youâre shaking your head, thankful it simply looked like you were gathering your wits. Maybe you were more tired than you thought.
âWeâll be alright. Trust me, itâll go smoothly.â Was- was Gojo Satoru comforting you? Heâs cracking a smile, like the thought just occurred to him, too. âAnd if it doesnât then I can beat up that b-â
SLAM!
âWhy are you taking so lo- What. The. Fuck.â
Your first instinct is to wrench away from Gojoâs hold - but unluckily for you, his first instinct is the exact opposite. And you find his firm digits tensing to dig into the plush of your hips, both of your heads snapping towards that gravelly new voice.Â
Catching a jaw-dropped Shoko with her half-burnt cigarette dropped to the floor, she looked nowhere near even thinking of picking it back up. You could practically see the gears curdling around in her head.
âAh-â Youâre gasping out in what you hoped was believable scandal, fingers latching around Gojoâs own cold ones. Not to remove - no, Gojo almost has a heart attack when you intertwine them with yours. âHope weâre not too late, Sa- Toru here wanted to go shopping.â
âWait-â Shoko runs her hands through her silky locks like she was pleading to the skies above. âWait wait wait- wait- when did this happen no-â Sheâs baring you with her most aghast look, âWhy did this happen?â
Gojo comes to your rescue, face falling into the crook of your neck with a grin. âTold ya she would fall for my charms eventually~â
âYes, but I didnât think she was that stupid-â
Yes! You have to fight to hide your smile, despite the blatant insult. One down - if you could get everyone at this party to believe in your little act, then Sukuna would have to.Â
âStill hereââ Youâre deadpanning, hoping that your friends didnât catch the slight tremors in your voice. Damn- why did Gojo have to be so warm. â-and uh- maybe we should head inside? After it is a certain someoneâs-â
âShhh! Youâll ruin my surprise.â
It all goes according to script - well, your entrance with Gojo and his entrance into the party.Â
As soon as your duo steps in, the dim lights flicker on and youâre deafened with the cheery yell of surprise! Blinking your startled gaze to adjust to the blinding decorations upon decorations that Gojo himself had put up, you canât help but let out a chuckle at the smiling faces that meet you.Â
Geto and Haibara holding exploded party poppers, the rest of the group from Kyoto standing around a brightly lit cake youâd baked, Nanami the one turning on the lights - the farthest away from the birthday boy. Purposefully so, you imagine.
And there - in the center of it all - Sukuna.Â
Arms crossed, a pink brow raised as he drinks in the sight of you - all of you.Â
As was the rest of the room, eyes widening in true surprise.Â
Gojoâs clutching the front of his shirt with almost-frightening theatrics. âYou guys- You did this all for me? Youâre the absolute best-â
âEugh.â
âWhat did you blackmail her with?â
âCongratulations on your relationship!â
Your eyes latch onto Geto - who only takes a long look at you and cackles.Â
Gojoâs huffing ever-so-slightly as he gets cut off, and thatâs what it takes for you to realize that you still had his fingers looped undeniably with yours. In fact, heâs tugging you even close to wrap one heavy arm over your shoulder, the very picture of sappy devotion when he nuzzles his cheek into your own. âTheyâre bullying me~â
He was laying it on thick.
Heâd barely steered you into the living room before you catch a flash of white and two firm arms curled around your neck - away from your supposed boyfriend.Â
âMy lovely!â Utahime cries, cocktail abandoned somewhere to wrangle you free from Gojoâs treacherous grasp. Sheâs cupping your face with visible concern, âIs your head okay? Did you knock it somewhere? I know a good doctor that can help with-â
âHey! Sheâs my lovely-â
âIâm fine, Utahime.â Youâre subtly stepping on Gojoâs toes before things can escalate any further. Eyes meeting red ones from across the room, â-I promise. Weâre just ah- giving it a go. Itâs very new and we didnât want to make such a big deal out of it, honestly.â
Lies. The entire point is to make a big deal out of it.Â
Shoko crosses over in a flash, droopy eyes flickering between you and a sheepish Gojo. âGiving it a-â Slicing their way over to the decorative blush on his cheeks, â-goâŠhuh.âÂ
And as youâre surrounded by the tittering crowd, youâve never felt more like one of those cell samples that Shoko would dissect in medical school and proudly show your reluctant self pictures of.Â
Ogling everything from the weight of Gojoâs hand on your shoulders to that soppy smile on his face when he smushes his cheek into yours like some overgrown cat. And you canât help but wear a grin of your own.
Canât help but feel relief when she cracks a wicked smile, âFucking finally.â
Haibara gathers your hands in his own, âI-Iâm so proud of you two! Nanami and I have been hoping for this for the past five years-â Flitting his strangely wet eyes to a Nanami who couldnât have looked more disinterested if he tried. â-isnât that right Nanami?â
âNo itâs not.â heâs rolling his eyes, but you catch the slightest hint of a twitch at the corners of his lips. And it hits you that heâs happy for you.Â
Really, truly happy.
âRight right!â Haibara plows on, and you have half the mind to wonder if the obliviousness was a skill. âItâs been more like the past seven years-â
Geto slaps! his hand on Gojoâs shoulder, a knowing smile playing on his lips. âSo he finally grew the balls, huh?â
âEh? I mean-â youâre strangling out at your brotherâs sudden comment. â-I mean of course. Had to practically force it out of him though, yâknow?â
Shoko nods, eyes far away like sheâs remembering something you canât. âOf course, you did- pining fool.â And in the corner of your eye, you sneak a glimpse at the way Gojoâs sharp jaw clenches. Grinding ever-so-lightly as she calls out, âWell, I was almost at my witâs end with your horrible taste in men. No offense, Sukuna, not that this oneâs any better- let me know if you ever need his balls chopped off in his sleepââ
Utahimeâs narrowed glare stays locked on Gojo, âHurt her and itâll be more than your balls.â
Sukuna, notably, says nothing.
.
.
.
Gojo Satoru was a liar.Â
The guestlist for his birthday wasnât simply your friends - it was damn near the entire campus by the time the cake had been cut and youâd all settled into your usual conversations.Â
Body after body filtering in through those towering mahogany doors of his. Invitation or not. Rapidly and steadily, it was growing into another one of Gojoâs famed parties. Honestly, you wouldnât even be surprised if youâd actually bumped into Professor Yaga somewhere in there.Â
âEheh- whoops.â His apologetic words hit hotly against your ear over the thumping music. Your body jostling precariously where you were sat all prettily in his lap on the overpriced living room couch. âI donât even know half these people.âÂ
And, yet, more than half the people seemed to know you - or, at least, your relationship with Gojo.Â
Sure, you were aware that your brother and his best friend were amongst some of the most popular students on campus, but this was ridiculous. You couldnât pass two minutes without a few guests sauntering up to wish the two of you well and leaving Gojo with a âcongratulations for finally growing the balls.â
âThey sure know a lot about your balls, huh?â Youâre raising a brow, back pressed up against the massaging ridges of his abs. And some part of you felt guilty for deceiving all of these people - they really did look curiously happy for the two of you.Â
Gojoâs bemoaning, âI can assure you that you are the only one allowed to talk about my b-â
âUgh, couples.â Comes your brotherâs voice to the side of you, the cushiony couch dips as he takes his seat. âThough, it is much better than having him mope around.â
âSuguruâŠâ Gojo murmurs. Low.Â
âWhat? Scared Iâll embarrass you in front of your girlfriend?â Geto was such a provocateur despite that serene expression heâd constantly wear on the outside. Taking a long swig of his beer before musing, âRemember, sheâs my sister, Satoru. And I think she should know about that book of pick-up lines you bought for her. And that picture in your-â
Immediately, two engulfing hands find their place on either side of your head, covering your ears so blatantly. Gojoâs strained screech is only slightly muted when he drags out, âW-we havenât gotten to that stage yet!â
âOh, I see I see-â And Haibara - dear, sweet Haibara - always chooses the worst times to pop up from behind the two of you. Ringing voice commanding the attention of about half of the room nearby when heâs humming, âSo you two are still in the honeymoon phase, then? How romantic!â
âNo.â
âYes.â
Thereâs such dangerous possessiveness in Gojoâs limbs when they tangle in a mess with yours. One arm wrapped tight around your waist, the other gliding its lecherous pathway up and down your exposed thigh. Slowly. Savoring.Â
Gojoâs fingers twirl over the short hem of the dress heâd bought, lips pressed up against your throat as he mutters. âAw, câmonâ no need to be shy, sweetheart.â
And youâre sure whatever strange little flip your heart did showed on your face - because immediately, youâre being showered with awwwâs and squeals from all around you two- when did you even draw in a crowd?
âThen why dontcha give âer a pretty peck to prove it.â
But of course, Sukuna was in it, too.
âWhat?âÂ
You try not to let your true feelings bleed into your words when you take a long look at that unchanged smirk, the way heâs tilting his tattooed neck in defiance. Shrugging up sculpted shoulders, âMâjust saying. If you were my girl, Iâd want to prove it to everyone here.â
Damn.
Geto nudges his best friend, and you grit your teeth - because proving it was exactly what Sukuna did when you two were dating. Often these parties found you sneaking away if he felt generous, and Sukunaâs lips hot against yours right on the dance floor if he didnât.Â
All in front of a fuming Gojo.
And, hell, if he could be petty then so could you.Â
Youâre ignoring the boiling in your veins to run a few stray fingers through Gojoâs angelic hair. Soft. It drags his steely gaze from Sukuna over to you with a gulp, âSâthat okay, Toruââ Oh god, that nickname has Gojo wondering whether heâs in heaven. â-wouldnât wanna make you uncomfortable.â
âTch, are you kiddinâ me-â He recovers quickly, and you didnât know whether the raw awe in his voice was part of the acting or simply just Gojo being himself. â-provinâ to losers than Iâm yours is the best birthday gift I could get.â
The last thing you see is that tiny, curvaceous dimple at the end of Gojoâs grin before heâs smashing his lips onto yours. Itâs messy. Disorganized. The very beginnings of a sodden French kiss.Â
Sheer teeth and lips and need as he suckles lightly on your lower lip, pearly white canines sinking in ever-so-lightly until you keen. Lost into the wolf whistles erupting from the party-goers - it seems to knock some sense into you two.
And Gojo breaks the kiss with a panting pah! sugary sweet taste of his birthday cake lingering on your tongue - over as soon as it started. âHappy birthday to me.â
âYou are so corny-â youâre croaking, more so because you didnât know what to say than anything. Because all your mind was whirling with werenât words - it was the feeling of wanting more more more-
Shit. Your eyes widen, peering down at Gojoâs half-drunken gaze - even though youâre sure his lightweight self hasnât had a single drink tonight. You wanted to kiss him more.Â
âI-I think Iâm going to get a drink.â youâre mumbling out, hastily standing on two unsteady feet. Mere moments away from stepping into the kitchen - from making your escape - before long digits clasp around your wrist. With a plastered smile, you turn to Gojo, gaze flickering down between his begging eyes and that vice-like grip of his. âYou need anything, babe?â
âAh-â Gojo lets you go as if your skin scorched him - as if he didnât even realize that heâd been holding onto you this way. âNo no, nothing for me- donât take too long, mâkay~â
Every step you take, Gojoâs watching after you like it couldnât be fast enough.
Because after that? That kiss that had him feeling like a pathetically melty puddle of teenage hormones? Shit, heâs almost on the verge of getting out of his seat and running after you like a maiden himself-
âSoâŠugh- was that part of the truce?â
âHuh?â
âWas that- dammit, Satoru fuckinâ look at me- sheâs not even in your line of sight!â
âOh- what?â Gojoâs veering his eyes over to his best friend, gaze still trailing after you like a lost puppy even when he registers the other man talking to him. Your little audience had mostly dissipated by now, leaving him to act as much of a fool as his idol-like persona on campus didnât allow.Â
Geto lets him stew in the strobing silence of the party music for a little longer, before heaving out a sigh that was much too worldly for a young man of twenty-something. As a younger sister, you really did give him grief - and he finds himself almost wishing he hadnât interrogated Gojo after overhearing your strange agreement earlier today. âMan, you really are stupid, huh?â
âI know.âÂ
âAnd this charade of yours is even stupider.â
â...I know.â
âAnd you realize that you might just be helping her back into the arms of that Sukuna all over again, right?â
âWHAT?â Heâs so desperately loud that a few guests in the vicinity jump. But Gojo didnât care - he didnât give a shit about anything other than grasping onto Getoâs collar, shaking him stupid. âHave you lost your mind- Iâm supposed to be the nonsensical one in our duo-â
âI-Iâm just saying.â Getoâs putting his hands up as if a shield, âGetting an ex-boyfriend jealous using the same man he was threatened over when they were dating? Sounds like the textbook recipe for jealousy sex if you ask me.â
Oh, Gojo Satoru was going to kill someone. Brows marrying together, he only wobbles his best friend harder. âB-but no- that canât be- they hate each other, donât they?â
And, ah, he hated how Geto always knew what to say.Â
Hated how he already knew by the devilish curve of Getoâs lips that nothing that was about to fall out of it was going to do his sanity any good.Â
Gojo flails, âNo wait-â
âDonât you two claim you âhate each otherâ? And yet, here you are.â Getoâs patting his best friend on the back as if consoling him, shaking his head with the patience of a mother with a few problem children. âThere there, you complete imbecile. Now you might want to stay here sulking with a singleton like me, or- you might want to go over there and avenge the honor of your fake relationship, because I see an ex-boyfriend coming in hot.â
âWhat?â
Heâs jerking his head around so urgently that Gojoâs vision blacks out for a bit - and thatâs exactly the excuse heâll use for years to come when he shoots up to his full height. Snatching a glass of liquid courage from Geto-
âSatoru, thatâs-â
Knocking it back within seconds before storming off to just where he could just peak your beautiful self in the kitchen being crowded by Sukuna. That adorable furrow in between your brows betraying your thoughts, lips moving furiously with a frown.
âDo you think he knows that what he drank was just water and not alcoholâŠâ Geto tilts his now-empty cup at a lounging Nanami nearby, head bowed like he couldnât give a single fuck if this party burned with him in it.Â
âNo.âÂ
âDo you think he realized the âjealous sexâ was a bluff?â
âNo.â
Geto lets out a slight huff of laughter, âAnd do you think he realizes that more than one person in our group knows itâs pretend?â
âNo.â Nanami didnât care if he risked sounding like a broken recorder, after spending almost a decade with you two dancing around each other, he thinks heâs owed that privilege at the very least. âI donât think he realizes that had your sister so much as looked his way, let alone date his sorry self, then the entire campus would have been hearing about it for the past month.â For the first time since heâd found himself accidentally dragged into Getoâs conversation with him, Nanami raises his head to catch the tail end of Gojoâs lanky legs disappearing into the kitchen. âAfter all, Sukuna did break up with her because they were in love with each other. Just too stupid to see.â
Now, you might not exactly be his yet like heâs wished on every single birthday candle since he was six - but Gojo Satoru was to be damned if was going to let any other bastard steal his fake girlfriend.
âSukuna-â
âAwwwâŠwhat happened to âKunaâ, baby?â
You snort, arms crossing over each other while you fixate your glare on Sukunaâs leering form. God, the kitchen just seemed too small for the two of you. âI think you lost that privilege when you dumped me.â Attempting- failing - to sidestep, âNow if youâd excuse me, my boyfriend is-â
Scoffing, âGirl- what boyfriend?â
Sukuna looked to be on the very verge of laughter, and you were on the verge of breaking into a nervous sweat. Heâs rasping out a rumbling snicker at that look on your pretty face, âOh come on, now- you canât really expect me to believe that sorry excuse of a kiss came from the same man thatâs been wantinâ you for years, right?â
Shit.Â
WaitâŠyears?
Your fingers curl tighter around the beer bottle, âI-I have no idea what youâre talking about.â
And you watch as Sukunaâs mouth drops - now fully laughing in your face. âDamn- not even a hint? You really did downgrade after me, ma. At least I was honest.â
âHonestly an asshole, thatâs for sure.âÂ
But the rest of your fire swims down the drain as he inches closer. And closer. Heat radiating off the rippling muscles of his body when a big, beefy arm of his cages you against the polished marble counter. Head inclining slightly towards the door, âWell- why donât you and I-â
âTake your fuckinâ hands off my girlfriend.â
âSatoru?â
But the sight youâre met with seems anything but - gone is that softly teasing demeanor, vanquished is Gojoâs easy smile. His pretty features are twisted into such a feral snarl; and where his tone was ice-cool, his eyes were blazing with raw fury.
Gojo looked like he didnât even hear you as he echoes, âI wonât say it again.â
âWell alright then, Mr. Boyfriend.â Sukuna lets go of the cool counter surface with a knowing chuckle, walking horrifically towards a seething Gojo himself. The two stand eye-to-eye, glare-to-glare. âAre ya sure you and your third-rate acting wasnât interrupting anything between myself and my girlfriend?â
âSatoru, ignore himââ Youâre pleading, trembly voice jolting Gojo out of his hypnotized stupor, and making him drag his heavy legs around to you. Fuck, that was close. You didnât know what-
âThatâs right. Comfort your friend the only way you know how- sânot like you can do anything other than pine for decades until the next one comes around to steal her away, anyway.â
CRASH!
In a split-second, Gojo has Sukuna pinned against the wooden cabinets by his cotton shirt. Ego and desperation wafting from the two men as his feet dangle a few centimeters off the floor. Gojo had his teeth bared - eyes wild, looking like he was seconds from foaming at the very mouth. And Sukunaâs own lips quirked upwards into a grin.Â
âYou better watch your fucking mouth.â Gojo hisses.Â
âYou wanna tell her or should I-â
âWhat is happening here-â Shokoâs sharp voice snaps the three of you from your little bubble of violence, and itâs like all of a sudden the music and the party comes pouring back into the kitchen. Strangers and friends alike hot on your heels to watch the drama unfold, being pushed back by a frantic Haibara. âYouâre acting like children.â
Sukuna shoves the other man off of him, and makes his way out. âWell, I know one of us hasnât grown up.â
And Gojo is just about to stride forwards- until you catch him with a hand hooked around his elbow. Feeling the washing sense of deja vu from not too long ago. Hastily spitting out, âN-now- oh! Look at that, let me get that bruise cleaned up-â There was no bruise, and there was no reason for you to drag Gojo from the kitchen as fast as you did. Yet, you did anyway. âWeâll be upstairsââ
âManâŠSukuna.â Geto whistles lowly, watching you lug his 6â3 mess of a clingy best friend up the stairs and into what he assumes to be Gojoâs bedroom. âI know you wanted to set them up together badly but wasnât that a little much?â
âOh shut up- I donât give a shit if they get together or- or if sheâs happy or not.â he gruffs, stalking off.Â
Yet, Geto guffaws at the angry rouge that colored the very tips of his ears, and the slight wobble in Sukunaâs lower lip when he stops to watch you two make your escape.
Yeah. âDidnât give a shitâ his ass.Â
âUgh.â Utahime rolls her eyes, signalling at the DJ to raise the volume on the music just a tad louder. She had a dreading feeling theyâd strangely need it. âMen.â
.
.
.
Ugh, men.Â
You roll your eyes, the soft pads of your fingers tracing over where Gojoâs knuckles were slightly reddening after knocking against the cabinets. You were only glad that it didnât escalate into something even worse - damn this stupid idea.Â
âIâm sorry.â
Gojo breaks the thickened silence between you two, his sullen voice echoing across all four wide corners of the master bedroom. But all you can hear is the thundering of your own pulse when he blinks his eyes up at you, âI didnâtâŠdidnât think it would go this far.â
The two of you are sitting on the edge of his king-sized bed, practically sinking into the plush mattress. And you canât help but notice how much the room smells like him.
âAh, well- yâknowâŠâ youâre trailing off, and the way you look at him - so soft and raw will forever be etched into his honeyed mind. You were comforting himâŠwhat a night. âPlay stupid games, win stupid prizes. B-beside- itâs over now, isnât it?âÂ
He can only nod.
And you feel your fingers twitch where they were cradled in his much larger ones. Fuck. Here goes nothingâŠ
âSo that means I have to hold up my end of the bargain now, doesnât it?â
Oh.Â
Gojo blinks.
Oh.
âWait- so was it the body or the char-â
âUnless you finish that sentence right now. In that case Iâm never speaking to you again.â
And shit, if you knew that this was the way to shut Gojo Satoru up then youâd have been wielding this power much, much sooner. Breath hitching when his plump, pinkish lips instantly zip shut, and heâs scrambling off the bed to kneel in front of you.
Kneel.
Gojo was kneeling in front of you, knees clacking to the floor so hard that you think it must hurt. But all that he wears on his expectant face is the rosiest of blushes, and the slight pucker of his lips when he leans in. âI-Iâll shut up- but can I have my kiss now?â
You couldnât gift an answer even if your dizzy mind could somehow conjure up one.
Because with the slightest nod of your head - barely motioning even a few millimeters - Gojoâs crashing his lips onto yours like he was starved.Â
Like he didnât want to breathe - didnât need to - when his mouth was meshing against yours. Addicted from that faux kiss downstairs. Keening out a low whine at the very back of his throat, heâs gulping in steady heavals of your essence. Greedy hands circling your body-
âO-oh shit.â he kisses, mouth parting from yours ever-so-slightly because fuck, he had to breathe. But heâs completely and utterly sure that he could die happy right here and right now, lips firmly pressed against yours.Â
Youâre half-heartedly sputtering, âWe shouldâ the partyââ
âD-donât talk to me about a fuckinâ party, pretty.â His teeth pull lewdly on your lower lip, âOne more- that was a practice run. O-one m-â
This time, itâs you cutting him off.Â
Swallowing up the rest of Gojoâs sentence and forcing his body to wreck with a sudden bolting of lightning. And Gojo swears he tastes heaven on your lips, thumbing open your jaw further to pry out your lolling tongue and suck.Â
You moan out what sounds like a slurring string of his name over and over - praying that these walls were as soundproofed as they looked.Â
Fingers nimbling their way over to the first few open buttons of his shirt - the very graze of your skin down his burning one sends shots of electricity down Gojoâs body. It makes him jolt. It makes him drag in a heaving lungful. It makes his heavy palm drop its way to the curve of your ass and squeeze.Â
âWait-â heâs drunken. Seething. Silvery strings of rope snapping in the heady lack of space between you two when Gojo pulls away. â-whatâs it that they say- one more for luck?â
One more. And another. Another. Another and another and itâs still not enough even when Gojoâs mouth was throbbingly red and raw from crashing against yours, whimpering at the slightest wet glide of your candied lips across his.
Meshing in a sodden pucker heâs trailing his plumpened lips down the splatters of dribble thatâd made its way down the corner of your mouth.Â
As lazy as his hands were, long digits drawing circular massages up, up, up your thigh. Youâre gasping when the fat curve of his thumb nudges in through your drenched panties, drawing a sopping wet line down your teary slit.Â
âI thinkâŠâ Cutting himself off to let his tongue slide out and lick a languid stripe down your drivel. â...think I needa hah- kiss those other lips of yours for good measure, sweetheart.â
Oh.
Fuck.
He looked like he was seconds from drooling at the very thought. Nervous energy bleeding into his words, making them sound almost like a whimper. Gojo Satoru wasnât asking - he was begging on his knees right before you to eat out your pretty cunt.
Sharp inhales being sucked through his drunkenly parted lips when you slide your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and pull. âTh-then you better make it worth all the trouble, Toru.â
Oh, his head tumbles backwards at the sound of that nickname on your lips once more.
Chuckling - chuckling - all humorless and crazed. Bleary eyes locked on you and only you, he doesnât move them a singular inch once all the while dipping his fingerpads into the hem of your panties and pulling. Dragging out the drenched excuse of your panties, theyâre splotching a glistening coating of your sweet, sweet juices down your thighs.Â
And Gojo only turns to look once he brings them eye-level - up to his face and-
âToru, youâre so nastyââ
âYa think?â Gojo huffs out through the slicked-up fabric of your underwear, breathing in your essence like it was his favorite scent. And you swear you catch him sneaking in a few droplets of your syrupy juices that splatter onto his mouth. Groaning, âOh, sweetheart- mâgonna make you realize just how nasty I really am.â
Without any apologies, without any warning, your thoroughly hypnotized self is being shoved down roughly onto the mattress. You bounce a few times against the navy sheets, legs hiking up on autopilot - exactly the way that Gojo wanted them.Â
You really were made for him.Â
Mewling, âWh-what-â
âShhh sh sh-â heâs whispering out in ragged rasps, still pressing a few pretty pecks against the mound of your translucently glossed panties. It was taking everything in him to part- to set them downâŠWell, perhaps not that far. Gojo stuffs your panties mindlessly into the back pocket of his pants, tongue swiping a moisturized coating over his lips when he takes back in the sight of you. âMâtalking to her.â
All splayed out on the bed for him - it was like all his dreams materialized into real life.Â
Literally.Â
âOh, look how wet she isââ His creamy fingertips push up your dress to make such a slurring mess all over your pursed lips. On purpose. Swirling the edge of his manicured thumb over and over in the tiniest of circles over your pulsing clit. And Gojo snickers at how greedy she was for his attentionâŠhow cute. â-whaddaya think sheâs ngh- tellinâ me, pretty?â
Rubbing your fists over your eyes, youâre seeing stars when Gojoâs rude digits give your clit a sudden pinch. âI-I donât knowââ
âAwww- are you sure?â Youâre being showcased the most innocent pout youâve seen him plaster on his entire life, lower lip jutting out and looming so dangerously close to kiss the drizzling trail at your puffy folds. âBecause sheâs so talkative to me- might jusâ be nicer than you.â
You wish you could snap back as you usually would - oh, how you wish.Â
But youâre sure that any and every noise that showers out from your dazed mouth wouldnât even be heard. Because for one infuriating time in your life, Gojo was right.Â
Those sugar-coated squelches from your dripping cunt replayed in your ears over and over. Every teasing pattern of Gojoâs fingertips has you rambling in a saturated song that sticks to your ears like cotton. And Gojo couldnât get enough.
He couldnât stop.
He couldnât falter no matter how much he wanted to keep up this ever-cracking facade of being suave. Heeding to practically every word from your pretty pussy when his heated mouth gruffs closer and kisses you.
Slow. Filthy.
âT-Toruââ youâre whining, your fingers entangling with his snowy locks. And no matter how hard you tug, Gojo doesnât move even an inch. â-make sure you ngh- b-breathe- fuck-â
âDonât need to..donât- donât need itâŠâ Gojoâs slurring out into your saccharine pussy lips, intentionally dragging out his words so that they vibrate all down your spine.Â
Button nose massaging against your ample clit, the decadent room rings! with a sultry squelch. And youâre peeking down at that sinful sight of Gojoâs tongue smearing your puffed-up pussy lips agape. Swiping around and around the circular hole of your entrance before plunging in-
Oh.
Gojo looked like he was so in bliss.Â
Eyes sliding all the way to the back of his head with one taste of your bawling cunt on his tongue- shit. Shit.
Shit shit shit. Heâs out of control when he gasps, two hands curling under and around your thighs to haul you down the bed. Maw hanging ferally open when heâs gashing your poor pussy with the most sodden French kisses - Gojoâs never kissed a person like this before. And he doesnât think he ever will - other than you.Â
Doesnât think heâll ever feel as feverish as he does right now when heâs craning his deft fingers into his mouth. Sucking. Tasting. Each and every one with a messy pop! pop! pop!Â
He really was nasty.
You gape at the way your slick hangs all down his lips and coats a sparkling glaze that drips down his chin and forms a little pool at his neck. His collarbones. Trickling down with pearly beads of sweat that sift between his perky pecs so mouthwateringly.
âF-fuuuuck-â Gojoâs hissing, brows scrunching together like he couldnât even believe what he was seeing. âYou jusâ got ngh- wetter. S-so much wetterâŠâ
Itâs said like a prayer.Â
Like a plea because your cunt was driving Gojo crazy.
âItâs all because of ah- youââ You squirm at the way that these were the words tumbling from your mouth. And you already know that Gojo was about to tease you for this for the next few years - if he even remembered, that is.Â
Because just about the only thing that he can do right now is twirl the edges of his fingers over your winking hole. Once. Twice. Before feeding you inch by long inch of his middle finger - in your lusty haze you think you manage to count about six inches from his staggering size.Â
And it only had you imagining his size down below.Â
âDonât squeeze around m-me- fuck who am I kidding-â Gojoâs sleazy pumps of his hand has your cunt slobbering all down to his working wrist. Adding in one more, two. â-drool all over me- make a mess- hah- fuckinâ ruin me.â Mouth bumbling a mile a minute when his drives build up sloppily, swiveling around your gummy walls to nudge over all your tenderized sweet spots. âYeah- heh- yeah suck me up like that. S-such a slutty girl, arenât ya?â
âS-stop being so-â
So what?
Talkative with your cunt? So greedy when he shovels his face back in between your tottering thighs? So heated when he utters. Like a death sentence. All that he could. âI-I canât stop- do you know how long Iâve ah- imagined this? Dreamt of this?â
Your palm constrict on his silky strands and Gojoâs so pliant when he lets himself be rummaged even deeper against your pussy. So ready to be used. âTh-think I like you better when you ngh- shut upââ
And even through it all, Gojo finds it in himself to roll his eyes - though, you think itâs a way to disguise the way heâs agonizingly swimming in euphoria more than anything. Chuckling out wetly, âTh-think I like it better when youâre ah- actually on mâtongue and n-not jusâ in my fuck- dreams when I have my cock in hand.â
Shit.
Heâs so shameless.Â
Fingers jackhammering in and out in and out in and out-Â
âWhere is it-â heâs spitting out into your squirming pussy, the lower half of your body being pinned to the mattress with one of his strong arms. Youâre feeling the way his biceps bulge against your skin. Getting faster. Faster. â-where is it where is it where-âÂ
âWhat are you even ngh- looking for, Toru?â youâre crying out - it was all so much now. So close.Â
But the only answer you get are your ankles being tugged to wrap around Gojoâs fervent head, pinned with one hand behind his back. âLock it.â Keeping you held there until the ends of your feet knot as vice-like as possible to mash his face into your drooling cunt.Â
Gojo wraps his rose pink lips around your weepy clit and sucks through furrowed brows when his thorough digits surge upwards at a bruising pace into a bulbous magical spot. That spot.Â
âFound it.â
And you find yourself cumming with such a loud yelp of Gojoïżœïżœïżœs name - throat rubbing sore with every peak of your high. Your orgasm crashes into you over and over as he laps up every bead, every splatter, every drop that youâre giving.Â
And heâs still parched.Â
Spitting out a wet slew of saliva into your quavering hole, Gojoâs making such a mess of you. Absolutely ruined when he sucks up every wet smear that waterfalls from your cute cunt - so thirsty.Â
Itâs only when your high has died down to a few tingles, when your limbs twitch with overstimulation, that Gojo finds himself pulling away. His lips stinging rawly, nose slicked and dripping with your sweet, sweet juices - youâre hearing the most pained grunt from between your legs as he pulls away.
It hurt him to.
âOh, w-would ya look at thatââ
You werenât sure if you trusted him enough to look - already knowing that whatever it was would have your mind reeling.
But how could you not when Gojoâs fat fingertips squeeze your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, opening your glazed mouth just wide enough for him to salivate. A thick wad of spit hitting your lolling tastebuds, his thumb swipes over the stray slops thatâd made their home on the corner of your slack jaw.Â
He grins, âI said look, sweetheartâŠâ
Groaning, your eyes blink downwards - and you werenât even sure what you were witnessing at first. Not even sure if you were daydreaming - because Gojo had his black dress pants unbuttoned. Shoved down until his thick, milky thighs just enough for you to witness his massive length.
Yeah, his fingers were definitely an indicator of something.
Because Gojo was so big that you felt nervous. His length swollen and thickened to an incredible girth. All pretty with a red, rotund ruby tip that blushes a cute strawberry pink all the way down, down, down until neatly trimmed tufts of white at his base. Saddling his tight, hefty balls that looked much too heavy.
He made your mouth water.Â
But that wasnât all - no, what really catches your eye and snaps you from your orgasmic haze and into a half-lucid state were the creamy rings upon rings that laminated his shaft. Frosting-like dredges of cum sliding lazily down his angry cock, spurting out a few more from his weepy divot at the very end at your unwavering attention. Did he-
âYes.â Gojo gasps out in a condensed puff, his voice sugary and embarrassed. Shit, did you just say that out loud? âI-I came just fromâŠyouâre just so-âÂ
Damn, he curses his stupidly babbling mouth. So drunk on you that he canât voice all the sinful thoughts sprinting through his melty head right now - all the thoughts that have been already for years now.Â
It was impossible - even for his big fat mouth.
So without another word, Gojo tuts as heâs rolling his shoulders as if on instinct to pop a few joints; in one, fluid motion your body is being sidled into such an easy princess carry.Â
Patting you down right into the cushiony middle of the bed, he looms over you - stalks over to you. And you canât deny that the absolutely feral smile twisting his features makes your cunt twitch.Â
âToo many clothes.â Gojo tugs on your dress - that darkened glint in his eyes not boding well for you or-
RIP!
-for this dress.
At the sight of your jaw dropping in adorable surprise, he chuckles out a rough, âDonât worry- Iâll buy ya that again. Iâll buy ya the ngh- whole fuckinâ store jusââ And oh with a few masterful flicks of his fingers on your bra, youâre left in nothing underneath him. Nothing to hide your perfect body away from the way he was fucking you with his half-lidded eyes. â-just let me f-fuck this cute cunt, please?â
It takes you a few sloppy seconds of Gojo nibbling down your neck for you to realize that heâs waiting for you. For anything.Â
Huffing, your shaky fingers clench around the glaringly open lapels of his button-up. âSâunfair th-that youâre the only one in clothes-â
And, well, who was Gojo Satoru against you?
Youâre demandingly helping him shrug off that branded shirt, buttons hitting the ground, his pants hitting the floor-
âWhoops.â Gojo grins sheepishly when his pants and those tight boxers collapse onto the floor in a tatter of fabric and your panties. âJusâ consider it a uh- birthday gift, prettyââ
No longer having his flaps of fabric to reel him in by, your fingernails dig neat little patterns of crescents on his heated skin as you drag him down to you. Heady breaths mingling with one another, âYou said no gifts, remember? If you ngh- really want those panties- y-youâre gonna hafta earn it, Toru.â
And earn it he will.Â
Because as soon as the bulging spherical shape of his fat head swipes a sopping kiss down your pussy lips, you feel yourself already moan. He was so hot.Â
Already so pussydrunken when he says, âHope ya donât mindââ Teeth sinking into your tender earlobe, â-this is my first time.â
Fuck.
Fuck.
You barely even have the mindpower to register those words before youâre being split apart - gasping at the almost-unnatural feeling of being so thoroughly full. Of having our steamingly hot insides being fucked open with just the simple tip of Gojoâs staggering cock.Â
âCâmon- câmonââ Heâs lunging up in slow, mindless gyrations trying to force his thick length inside. Powerful arms keeping your wrangling legs spanned wide open for him, they barely even let you budge. Biting down on his lip in frustration, âF-fit inside- shit, your pussyâs so tight, sweetheartâ sâit too big for you?â
Stubbornly, âNo-â
And Gojo only has to glissade the curves of his palm down to that inflationary nudge of where he was drilling into your cunt. âNo?âÂ
â...no.â
Pressing down. Hard. âNo?â
âFuck- yes- youâre just too big-â And you meant it as a complaint - you really did. But those words only have every ounce of blood remaining in Gojoâs shivering body galloping down to his gluttonous cock. Pushing at the seams to make him expand even fatter, bigger- âWhy are you getting bigger?â
Shit, you really needed to watch that mouth of yours.Â
Because it has Gojoâs hulking body falling onto two elbows on either side of your head, like a heavenly cage you didnât ever want to get out of.Â
Sweat-simmered forehead bumping into yours, you feel his large fingers interlace dangerously on top of your head. âYou need to-â Heâs crashing his lips against yours in such a filthy open-mouthed kiss. â-s-stop talkinâ outta ya ngh- pussy. Leave that to her.â
Her.Â
And youâre so utterly distracted by all his little ministrations that you didnât even realize the way he was snugly fitting himself into your cunt.Â
The stretch is impeccable when it hits you like a train at full speed, feeling the tiny nooks and crannies of your magical spots being brushed up against the thrumming upright curve of Gojoâs cock. Heâs leaving no millimeter of your elastic walls unturned, unstretched. Untainted.Â
Gushing out a sweltering hot wave of buttery pre that sloshes all the way against your womb. âOh- oh what the fuck-â Gojo hisses, chest heaving. And if you didnât know any better youâd have wondered if he was in pain. â-what the fuck- th-this is what you feel like?â
Right - shit. In all the chaos, youâd forgotten those words heâd confessed just earlier - Gojo Satoru was a virgin. Because of course, he was. Donât make him laugh, who else would he have ever wanted to see him like this other than you?Â
A virgin that was currently pacing his slender hips back and forth to instrument the most syrupy squelches from the very gooey bottom of your cunt. His drooling mouth spreading wider and wider with every sultry half-thrust.Â
You mewl, âH-how does it feel, Satoru?â
âI-I feels so- soââ But the words are failing him - the words are escaping him with every gummy squeeze of your walls like you wanted to swallow down more and more of his solid inches. And hand on your hips swirls your hips around ever-so-slightly to feel his sobbing tip paint tiny circles of gluey precum inside you. Gojo snaps his eyes open - wild. â-is it even l-legal to have ya cunt feel this good, sweetheart? This- oh! Heavenly?â
And he was sounding genuinely concerned. Genuinely worried for his sanity once Gojo manages to feed your needy cunt all of his length.Â
Now in.
Fully.
And it feels too good - too blissful to have almost every single prayer in his life finally answered that Gojo canât help but scrunch his eyes shut and cum.
Loudly. Pathetically.Â
One hand dancing downwards to give your plump clit a punishing little squeeze as if it was your fault. The other curling around your throat to have you meshing your mouth with his panting one, you can feel it in the vibrations how his voice cracks at the very same second your gooey cunt is filled with such copious dumps of his seed.
Thereâs so much.Â
As if heâs cumming and cumming harder than he has in his entire life, every splatter of stifling hot cum managing to paint the bullseye of your g-spot in pure white. Ounces of his seed creaming around his hefty base, it smears and slide around your thighs as Gojo continues to fuck you into the mattress. Pound after pound that make him see overstimulated stars.Â
And it makes Gojo giggle - giggle - head lolling deliriously into the crook of your neck, now covered in a slather of his drool. Every slow ram into your splurging cunt has him grunting out the tiniest ah! ah! ah!Â
âShit- fuckinâ embarrassing-â You hear him groan into your neck, licking a languid column from his tongue before biting. Hard. Hard enough that youâre wondering whether heâd draw blood, âCan ya believe- s-saved my virginity for the ngh- girl of my dreams nâ mâcumming already~?â
He leaves a few final pecks against your lips, âTh-this pussyâs got me too haaaah- addicted, prettyââ As heâs moving to part sloppy ways, youâre gasping at the splatter! of something warm. Wet. And only then do you register the literal tears crinkling at his eyes from overstimulation. Crying.Â
âA-are you okayâ Satoru?â Youâre whining, limp fingers skimming away the strands of white that cling to his prespired forehead.Â
âNo.â Comes the answer, comes the heaving gasp when Gojoâs fatigued limbs force themselves through his trembling muscles to heave back upright. âOne m-more. That was a practice run.â Throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, you feel his flexing deltoids underneath you when Gojo brings one ankle up to his mouth and kisses. Muttering - more to himself than anything. âB-but mâgonna make yâfeel good- oh- fuck- mâgonna make you t-take this big cock.â
His words have you just as stupidly fucked as his fat shaft does.Â
Those lightning bolts of his veins thump down the upperside of your goopy channel, massaging your sweet spots over and over and-
âTh-think it was here-â Gojoâs palms feel everywhere and anywhere down your tummy for the vicious back and forth of him inside you. To feel that bulging opening, the way your snug channel clenches every time his bouncy tip recoils back from your cervix. Wanting more more more- â-or w-was it- here.â
âFuck!â The entire expanse of your spine arches off of those thoroughly and filthily dampened sheets now, meshing up sluttily into Gojoâs body until his prespiry-glossed abs cushion your front, plush pecs so comfortably collapsing on top of you. âThere- there there hngh- more-â
âMore-â Gojo chuckles, hitting that precious spot over and over. His chubby head mashes in slurping soppy collisions until he was out of breath. Dizzy. âMore she says- Greedy girl, wh-when you have me already ngh- dripping out of you. Shit- squeezinâ me so. Oh-â
And his vigorous fingers scoop up such lecherous volumes of his own milky cum, toying with the gushing waves of white your poor pussy leaks with every pound.Â
Heâs bullying them between your lips - cerulean eyes dilating, mouth sagging unsealed when you eagerly suck on his digits. Tasting his candied self, tasting you. Somehow managing to muffle out, âM-mânot greedy.â
Gojo can only grin, âS-say that to me when this oh- cunt of yours isnât sucking the fuckinâ soul outta me.â
And Gojo would love to tease you more for this - to mouth away for hours on end into your ear about how drenched you were getting and muse out loud whether youâd dreamt of this just as much as he has, too.Â
But instead, heâs pecking a flurry of lovely kisses all down your face. Gasping into your lips, âM-move that pretty hand fâme-â So rudely swatting those fingers of yours thatâd snuck their way down to toy with your neglected clit, Gojoâs taking over himself to rub steady, methodical circles. Thumb peeking pressure on the hood of your clit just the way heâd read online. â-Iâve always w-wanted to ah- do this. To fuck you raw. T-to ruin you and ngh- fill you up-â As his words spill, so do a few ropey wads of pre. More. Frequent. â-a-and eat you out all over again. See how you taste like mineâŠâ
âY-youâre gonna-â You canât even bring yourself to say it. âAgain?â
âOf course, sweetheart- why? Scared I- oh.â
Thatâs when he does it - the mistake of peering his barely-open eyes down.
His weightily smacking balls that smooch against your ass with each thrust clench oh-so-painfully at the vision of your puffed-up pussy lips gaping around him. Drooling. Swallowing. Accommodating his ruthless cock for all you can, practically broken in half and still yearning for more.
Shit, the sightâs so hypnotic that Gojo doesnât even realize when heâs letting his thoroughly overwhelmed body lock into yours like a puzzle piece. So hefty and sculpted.Â
His abs practically melting into your body, and his sloppy hips pistoning into you even deeper. Harsher. Every raring grind of Gojoâs lengthy shaft probes into your g-spot so hard. Like he wanted to leave widely battered bruises of his circumference on your sweetened spots, your cervix, anywhere and everywhere he could reach. Like he couldnât stop.Â
Doesnât even know the very word right about now in this filthy, filthy mating press. âCâmon- câmon one more for ah- luck?â Whimpering, âMy sweetheart, I-Iâm gonna-â
Gojo sees white when he cums once more this night - and you do, too.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs because of the violent streaks of electricity that run down your entire body, or because of the treacly spurts of cum that overspill from your poor cunt. But fuck- did it feel so good.Â
Your entire body tingles all the way down from your toes up to your bleary head - and the entire room feels like itâs fucking spinning at this point.Â
Black tinging your vision with ever overfilling thwack! of Gojoâs tight, cum-filled balls as they empty out, out, out into your depths. Itâs coating your insides like a sticky second skin, leaving stringy drizzles of seed seeping from between your slit. Adding to the ever-growing puddle before.Â
Youâre feeling it swashing around you with every drivel of his hips. Overstuffing your elastic walls until you felt like they were about to burst.Â
And all you can do is simply grapple your nails into the bulging muscles on Gojoâs back, whimpering out a broken, âT-Toruââ
âMâhere I-Iâm hereââ Yet his voice sounds airy, hitching like he was on cloud nine. A beefy arm wraps around your body and manhandles you close to him like some sort of ragdoll, âMâhere- shit-â His lips graze against yours in what you assume must be a kiss, too oversensitive to even perk his head up and peck you senseless like you knew he wanted to. âNever lettinâ ya go- haaah- never- ah-â
Whatever promises Gojo always imagined whispering into your ear can be said and done later.Â
Right now, the only thing he can streamline his body into doing for him is to search blindly for his discarded pants by the side of the bed. Searching for that bulge in the back pocket- no, not the panties heâd swiped right in front of you - instead, heâs feeling for the shape of his wallet.Â
Pulling your tired body back into his, Gojoâs carding it lazily open to show you that.Â
Exactly what they were talking about.
Splayed out proudly in the front and center of his wallet was a picture of the two of you. Years and years ago exactly on this date, the aged photograph showed a smiling Gojo Satoru in front of a candlelit birthday cake, tiny cheeks all pinkened. A small, surly you standing by his side - eyeing his Digimon hat more than you were eyeing the camera.Â
But that didnât matter, because Gojo wasnât looking at the camera, either.Â
He was looking at you - exactly the way he was right now.
Glowy eyes half-lidded, a mysterious little smile playing on his lips. Gojo nuzzles his face against yours and breathes out a tiny, âIâŠI might have loved you ever since then, yâknow that?â
Youâre gasping, eyes shining withâŠsomething. And Gojoâs heart stutters as he wants to find out. Wringing your hands to wrap around his broad chest, youâre coiling your legs together until youâre unsure where one ends and the other starts.Â
Whispering three lovely words into his ear - and three more into the honeyed air.Â
âHappy birthday, Satoru.â
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Gojoâs one wish was to wake up next to you - like this. Under soft blankets, with your sleepy breath puffing softly into his collarbone, your body tucked safely into his.Â
And he never wants to let go - could never even dream of anything that could ruin this precious moment-
âMind explaining who ordered wedding decor last night on MY account?â
Ah, that would do it.Â
Bleary blue eyes wrench open, taking Gojo every shred of will in his body to not jolt at the unwelcome greeting of Shoko peering down at himâŠwhile he was all wrapped up with his best friendâs sister in a bedroom that could almost be mistaken for a crime scene.Â
Would it really be too late of a birthday wish to hope that she hadnât noticed your tattered clothes on the floor, the ruined state of the sheets, and the way that the bedframe sagged suspiciously on one side?
Gulping, heâs pressing your body even tighter into his, careful not to let you stir - well, at least it couldnât get worse than this-
Footsteps.Â
Close.
And an unmistakable few voices - and laughter. âIs that my sist- SATORU, YOU BASTARD-â
âEugh.â
âWHAT did you blackmail her with?â
âWoahhh- congratulations on your relationship!â
A/N. Lowkey has the spirit of a crackfic, I fear. This was SAUR fun.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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FIRST CONTACT HAS BEEN MADE WITH OUR NEIGHBOURS !! mission accomplished B-)
#we tried to introduce ourselves a few weeks ago by leaving a note on the door inviting them to a whatsapp group for the flat#which was maybe a little overly familiar i guess most of them are too shy or uncertain abt us for that#but it would've been handy for sorting the state of our bins bc shit was EVERYWHERE theres a seagull problem around here#so we just ended up cleaning everything ourselves but one of them walked past + saw us cleaning + texted us to say thank u later :-)#she'd saved my flatmates number from when we'd put the note out but had been on holiday for a few weeks so hadnt replied yet#but yayyy theres one other real person living here !! my flatmate says theres more bc she can hear them sometimes but i cant (<- deaf)#anyway its just nice to be on friendly terms w neighbours i like having that kinda sense of community#and im ITCHING to meet new ppl. gonna go to one of the queer climbing meetups at the gym tmr so hopefully ill get smth out of that !!#theres also a queer parkour soc i wanna join but one thing at a time.. ill be too achey from climbing to go this week anyway#I want more friends that arent students đ and also preferably ppl who are older than me#its hard to meet likeminded queer ppl when u dont rly go to bars bc u dont drink + u kinda hate virtual interaction like dating apps#altho I'll probs try dating apps again eventually.. but I have other priorities for now lol I dont rly have the time to date anyone#ANYWAY back on the grind (<- applying for jobs) see u guys later if i havent spontaneously combusted by then#.diaries
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141 when a younger recruit has a very obvious crush on you (not dating yet)
Oh, anon. I had fun with this one. Simply because it's a "we aren't dating yet so why are you jealous" scenario just waiting to happen. That's where my mind went with this. The boys have zero claim on you but they are possessive and territorial as fuck. omg. Do you hear that? It's me standing outside screaming because I need to get a fucking grip. Anyway! Enjoy!
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Task Force 141 x Reader (gn!reader except on Simon's)
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): hidden feelings, jealousy, possessive behavior, intimidation, crushes, suggestive themes, swearing
Word Count: 800
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John Price
John is the superior here. He's the one in charge.
Yet he feels completely out of control.
This isn't happening. This isn't fucking happening. He has spent monthsâmonths gently putting himself before you. Jealousy and possession are strange to him. They donât come easy. And yet here they are, eating him from the inside out, chewing away at his resolve.
Anger and irritation are starting to seep in.
A new recruit with an obvious crush shouldn't make him this irate. There isn't any competition, but John can't help himself. All he sees is this wanker making eyes at you, speaking softly and with such tenderness that it's driving John up the fucking wall.
Which is insane. Stupid. You do not belong to him. The two of you are not datingânot anythingâbut somehow that doesn't matter.
His feet are moving before he even realizes it. The recruit turns in John's direction and instantly pales.
Good. Fucking good.
You turn too, brow furrowed.
"Captain?" asks the recruit, straightening his spine.
John shoves himself between, staring the recruit down, all venom. "You're wanted elsewhere."
"Yâyes. Sir."
The recruit salutes and takes off, the primal jealousy purring softly with contentment.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle is going to grind his teeth into dust if he doesnât unclench his jaw.
What the fuck is this bloke doing over on this side of the complex anyway? Heâs a goddamn new recruit. Freshly arrived and still green.
Do you even realize heâs flirting? Kyle can tell just be the way he stands far too close, or the subtle way he touches your arm. His smile is stupidly large. The man is completely struck by you. You appear completely oblivious, having a conversation with him like thereâs nothing amiss.
Nope. Kyle is pissed. Furious. Which is fucking ridiculous. The two of you are not a couple, even though Kyle wishes otherwise.
âYou look right scunnered.â Soap appears at Kyleâs shoulder. âWhatâs wrong?â
âThat,â he growls.
Soap frowns, following Kyleâs line of sight. Soapâs frown turns to a knowing smirk. He turns it on Kyle with a mischievous glint. âWant Ghost to scare the shit out of him?â
The rest of the team knows how Kyle feels about you even if they donât comment on it.
âThat would be great,â says Kyle flatly.
Soap lightly pats Kyleâs shoulder. Turning around, he cups his hands around his mouth. âHey, Lt!â
John "Soap" MacTavish
"I could rig an explosive. Put it under his bunk. Thatâd be fucking brilliant,â murmurs Johnny.
"We're looking to scare him. Not to maim everyone in his immediate radius,â replies Kyle.
"What about a firework? Poppers? Oh! A stink bomb?"
"Thatâs fucking childish, Johnny,â mutters Simon.
Johnny isn't jealous. Really, he's not.
He's just...protective. That's what he tells himself anyway.
Kyle, Johnny, and Simon observe you from across the communal gym. A new recruit from the latest batch is hanging on the ropes of the boxing ring. His stance is casual, skin glistening with sweat as he gives you his best smile while he chats you up.
The lad is putting it on thick, and Johnny is having none of it.
You are not Johnnyâs spouse. You are not dating. You are not hisâŠanything.
But that hardly matters.
Because Johnny has stolen plenty of kisses from you. Heâs put his hands on your body. Heâs been far too close for the comfort of a coworker or friend. In that, there is a claim. Johnny can draw the line somewhere.
He is so close to making you his.
No one is getting in his way. Not even a charming new recruit.
Simon "Ghost" Riley (Female Reader)
"Don't do it, Simon. It's not worth it."
Johnny's words don't satiate the anger. Rage is boiling beneath Simon's skin. It is white hotâfierce. All of this emotion and yet Simon has no claim over you.
It still hurts. Still aches.
The two of you are not togetherânot dating. But it's Simon's name you scream with pleasure, and that counts for fucking something.
His fists clench, muscles coiled with wrought tension. Johnny places his hands on Simon's shoulders and shoves him back down in his seat. If Simon werenât ready to flay his newest target alive, Johnny wouldnât be so bold.
"Remove. Your. Hands," growls Simon, slowly.
Kyle grimaces, his gaze darting between Simon and Johnny. He looks ready to jump in if Johnny needs him.
"I'm doing this for you, Lt,â murmurs Johnny, even as his hands keep the pressure.
"She's mine."
"We know,â reply Johnny and Kyle in unison.
One of the new recruits is putting on his best performance, following you around like a lovesick puppy. Johnny is right. Simon can't go over there and knock the man to the ground, no matter how much he wants to.
"Take a deep breath, Lt."
"I'm trying."
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CAN WE PLS GET OLDER BF TOJI HEADCANNONS PLS PRETTY PLS đ
(LOVE YOUR WORK BTW!!!)
TYSMM! i hope you like it!đ”âđ«
â...toji is in his late 30s (he lives!) and reader is in her early 20s. megumi is a toddler and he keeps him.
you were the one who chased older bf!toji, you manifested this man. ever since you met him in your apartment gym, you've been trying to get close with him. you started to gym when he went to the gym, asking him for help to carry the weight because you were inexperienced. slowly but surely, you started to develop a relationship with toji, talking to him when it was unrelated to exercise.
older bf!toji who was scared to ask you out on a date. you were so young! he on the other hand, was a widow, a single father and 15+ years older than you. he could've been your father! all these thoughts subsided when he saw you waiting in front of the gym for him. "hi toj-" "date?" he blurted out, leaving you blushing and shocked. "sure toji." that night, he couldn't stop gushing over you to his toddler megumi.
older bf!toji who told you upfront that he was a single father, a widow and looking for a serious relationships on your first date. not wanting to cause any other misunderstandings, he's old, he doesn't have time to play games. he doesn't have the time to fool around, he wants a serious relationship, someone he can lean on, importantly someone who megumi can lean on.
older bf!toji who did not understand why such a youthful person would want him. the stress of his job and raising a child alone has manifested on his appearance. while you, were the epitome of youth in his eyes. the days where you could've been partying in clubs, you spent playing with megumi. he could not wrap his head around your actions.
older bf!toji who barely uses social media. not due to his age, but he's too busy with his life. his only socials are his facebook(good 4 u). you had to teach him how to make an instagram account, and to this day he still doesn't understand how it works. his insta only follows you, with one post, which is also a picture of you.
older bf!toji who's always 'reluctantly' accompanying you, reluctantly watching chick flicks with you, reluctantly accompanying you shopping and holding your shopping bags, reluctantly holding your purse. he's always reluctantly doing stuff, but he ends up doing it anyways. why? cause he loves you. there's a certain joy inside him he hasn't felt since his wife's passing. he secretly enjoys doing girly things with you, just to see the happiness on your face.
older bf!toji who never wants you to feel like megumi is your responsibility. though he wants you to be there for megumi, he doesn't want to burden you with his own struggles.
older bf!toji who stumbles over his feet when he first saw you with megumi. for the first time in his life, he saw megumi like someone from the first meeting. megumi was constantly giggling, smiling ear to ear. without toji realising, his expressions had mirrored his son, like father like son.
older bf!toji who's scared of his future. he's always on the brink of death, with the risky nature of his job. he wants to grow old together, but hesitation takes over him when he realised that in the end, it would just be him growing old.
older bf!toji who has the worst taste in clothing. literally horrendous, when you see his wardrobe, it's just multiples of his tight black shirt, his weird poofy pants and some workout clothes. his other clothing was horrible, some shirts having holes as big as your fist. ever since you've seen that, you've decided to go on a shopping spree for him, along with getting him and megumi some matching clothes.
older bf!toji who hasn't had the time to take care of himself properly. taking care of megumi was such a hassle making him forgot about himself. when you pamper him with skincare nights and face masks, he literally gets addicted. every time you offer to do a face mask or to do his skincare, he dashes to lay his head on your lap. he's still too shy to ask for it, but you can tell how much he likes it. his wrinkles slowly going away with every touch of your hand, as if he's finally let his guard down.
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Soft launch vs. hard launch
pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
type: smau
summary: Oscar and Logan are very protective of you, so you and Charles have to get through them before making your relationship public.
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yourusername: I wanted to start the day at the gym, but someone knows the way to my heart â logansargeant â€ïž
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user1: Youâre in Belgium? On an F1 race weekend?
âł user2: Canât wait for the posts about her shenanigans with Logan.Â
oscarpiastri: And whereâs my coffee?
âł logansargeant: Get your own.
âł oscarpiastri: Good to know I can count on my friend.
âł yourusername: Stop flirting under my post! It will be flooded with shippers in seconds.Â
âł logansargeant: Shhhh, donât tell him.
âł oscarpiastri: Tell me what?
âł yourusername: Nothing.Â
âł oscarpiastri: I hate you both.
âł oscarpiastri: And see you at the track.
user3: I love these three. They should do a podcast together during the break.Â
user4: I wonder whoâs dating who.Â
âł user5: Itâs a poly relationship, Iâm calling it now.Â
âł yourusername: Wrong.Â
âł user4: Then whatâs the truth? The suspense is killing us!!!!
âł yourusername: đ€·ââïž
charles_leclerc: Photos I can taste in my mouth...
âł oscarpiastri: What?
âł charles_leclerc: Her coffee.
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yourusername: So you wanna know whatâs my favorite position? Here, now you know (credit to Debbie Ridpath Ohi)
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logansargeant: Look, thereâs Oscar! đŒ
âł oscarpiastri: HahaâŠ
user6: Sometimes I look at her weird posts and I have to remind myself what an amazing fashion model she is beside everything else she does.
user7: You should have taken a photo of yourself doing that. Preferably in a short skirt.Â
âł user8: Dude, gross, fuck off!
âł logansargeant: Yeah, fuck off.
âł user9: I love how Logan always shows up to tell assholes off.Â
charles_leclerc: Guess the interview didnât go as planned.
âł yourusername: Never again. You were right.
âł oscarpiastri: Wait, what interview?
âł logansargeant: Hello? Care to answer your phone?Â
âł yourusername: Chill, boys, itâs ok. Already had my rant session with someone.Â
âł charles_leclerc: Anytime.
user10: When did this happen? Canât remember Charles ever commenting under her posts.Â
âł user11: He has left comments before, but I gotta agree that heâs been suspiciously active lately.
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charles_leclerc: Thank you for having me, verawang, I had a good time. Anyway, what do you think, would this one look good on me?
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user12: Considering how often he interacts with yourusername on social media, I'm not even surprised to see he happened to pick her photo.
logansargeant: You're talking about the clothes, right? Because if you're not talking about the clothes, we will have to talk.
âł charles_leclerc: Am I in trouble?
âł oscarpiastri: After writing, "would this one look good on me?" Yeah, you are. Pervert.
âł charles_leclerc: I'll send you to your room, son.
âł logansargeant: Pulling the adoption card? Tsk, you can't pull that on me. Confess.
yourusername: *pulls out the popcorn*
âł logansargeant: Put that down, I sent you a message.
âł yourusername: No.
âł user13: LOL, I love that she's only here for the chaos.
user14: Charles, what's going on between the two of you? This is suspicious.
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charles_leclerc: Our first kiss captured by the one and only danielricciardo. #tbt
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user15: Soft launch on this average Thursday? Who is she?
user16: HOLY SHIT IS THIS YOURUSERNAME??????
âł user17: This photo is so dark, how could you possibly tell?
âł user16: Trust me, I'd recognize her anywhere. (Don't ask how.)
âł oscarpiastri: I'd like to ask though.
âł logansargeant: It's definitely concerning.
danielricciardo: You're welcome.
âł logansargeant: Why are you randomly taking photos of other people making out?
âł danielricciardo: I have a natural talent to recognize historical moments.
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yourusername: Someone came home from the party with a fake beard and fell asleep with it still on his face. No kiss for you until you get rid of it.
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user18: Are you a "soft launch by Charles" son or a "hard launch by Y/N" daughter?
âł user19: And she hard launched it with this? She's so chaotic, I love her. She could've chosen some sweet photo, but instead she chose this.
user16: I told you all it's her. I knew it!
logansargeant: If you ever want to complain about him, you know where to find me.
âł oscarpiastri: And me. I'm ready to trash talk my father.
âł charles_leclerc: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
user20: Not Max liking this. Dude, just follow Charles!
oscarpiastri: Okay, reacting to Charles's photo now that you made this public: Keep it PG!
âł yourusername: Osc, don't freak out, that's just a kiss.
âł logansargeant: Yeah, but the rules.
âł charles_leclerc: That's a photo, it's not happening in front of you.
âł oscarpiastri: It was on my screen, so now it's burned into my brain.
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đđđđ đđđ đđđđđ.
pairings â fem reader and eddie munson.
summary â you and eddie are childhood best friends, and you've always trusted him. your love for him was innocent â his love for you was the complete opposite.
warning tags â adult language and semi-graphic violence. dark!eddie munson. unhealthy obsessive and possessive behavior. eddie like worships reader, reader lowkey is into it. term ây/nâ is used once (had to be sorry). the smut for the nasties; unprotected activities, f!ngering, oral (reader receiving), choking, degradation, overstim, eddie getting mean with his d!ck. there is aftercare <3
Eddie Munson was your best friend. You and him grew up together, homing in the same trailer park, and guardians being friends.
You were glad to have him in your life. He was always there, willing to tend to any of your needs, and would do anything for you.
You found it sweet.
But Eddie would kill for you. He knew you took all his gestures into an innocent, sweet manner, and he was okay with that â but he was in love with you.
A love that wasn't so gentle and safe. He was obsessed, and was repulsed to the idea of anyone else taking you from him.
No one knew you in all the ways he did.
There wasn't a right match for you, except for him. He patiently waited for you to understand that he was suitable for you, but as time went on, and you got with more guys, it became thinned out.
Eddie would give you a bit more time to accept the truth that he was the man you needed.
"Hey, Eds?" You asked, noticing he was zoned out. The chatter of Hawkins cafeteria couldn't even pull him away from his thoughts. Your sweet voice was the only thing that could.
"What's up?" Eddie asked, picking at the raisins in his lunch pale. "You okay?"
"Do you think there's something wrong with me?" You asked, a mere frowning playing on your lips.
"No, why?" Eddie was confused, his attention falling entirely on you. "Did someone say something to you?"
"Noâ well, I don't know," you mumbled, rubbing your temple. "You know how I have been talking to Brandon Smith for a while now?"
Eddie nodded, tuned in and listened carefully. "Yeah, one of Jason's other lap dogs."
You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Well, I thought things were good between us. We just went on a third date last Friday, and then, I found out he's taking Annie to the Winter Formal."
"What?" Eddie muttered.
"Yeah! It doesn't make sense to me either," you continued, pursing your lips. "I mean, we never clarified we were exclusive, but I thought we were getting somewhere."
Eddie's blood boiled, and fumed. His hands rolled up, tightening into fists, and had skilled at not showing you his visible anger. "There's nothing wrong with you," Eddie reassured, giving you a gentle smile. "Brandon is a cracked up fuck, anyway. No good for you."
"Yeah, maybe you're right," you chuckled lightly, and Eddie hummed, patting your shoulder. "It's just shitty. He seemed really genuine."
"You'll find someone good," he said, handing you his bag of trail mix. "You're a sweet girl, and for Brandon to do that is a douchebag move. You don't need that, okay?"
You flashed a soft smile at Eddie, nodding and began to eat the trail mix.
Eddie's friends came to sit at the table, but were the only ones to notice his dull, blank expression. They had a poor feeling it had to do with you, yet chose not to question, and simply eat their lunches.
You were too distracted in your conversation with Dustin to notice what was going on, and what ran through Eddie's head.
Brandon Smith was the only person in the locker room after his last period at Gym had ended. He was putting on his shirt, his hair damped and messy as he just gotten out of the shower.
A pair of footsteps creeped up the locker room, near him, and he raised a brow. Not particularly scared, but worried, he peeked behind the lockers, and didn't see a single person.
He shook it off, assuming it was a student who forgot their bag.
"Hey, Brandon!" Eddie exclaimed as he popped up on the opposite side of him, smiling. Brandon shrieked, earning a chuckle out of Munson. "Did I scare you?"
"What the fuck, freak?" Brandon snapped, zipping up his Gym bag. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"
"Here to chat," Eddie answered. "That's all."
"Chat?" Brandon nearly barked a laugh, rolling his eyes. "What makes you think I would want to talk?"
"Oh, but you're fine with chatting with me when you're fuckin' fiending!" Eddie said, clear and loud enough for any remaining people in the locker room to hear.
Brandon glared at him. "That's a different scenario."
"Not really," Eddie muttered, stuffing his hands into his own pockets, his hand grasping onto the switchblade that sat within the right one.
Brandon sighed, realizing he wouldn't be able to leave until Eddie got his words across. "Okay, what do you want?" He asked, leaning against the lockers, Eddie only standing a few inches away in front of him. "I got places to be."
"Tell me what happened with Y/N," Eddie said, monotone and blunt in a blink.
"What? Why?" Brandon wondered. "You're wanting to talk about her?"
Eddie hummed. "Answer the question."
"Well, man," Brandon sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "She gave it up too easily, and got too many damn problems. She's a trailer park whore, and I didn't need that."
Eddie's head spun, and the light around him was slowly sinking into nothingness. "Gave it up?"
"Ya'know, her body, her pussy," Brandon clarified, finding it humorous. "She has no self respect, and that's pathetic."
Another word didn't come out of his mouth as Eddie grabbed him, and tossed him to the ground. Eddie's vision was a blur and his mind was clogged, but could understand the punches he was throwing into Brandon's face.
The rings on Eddie's fingers doubled the aggression and assault.
He swore he cracked his cheekbone, and caused a concussion, but didn't care. He didn't care if he killed him in this very locker room, because all that mattered is that he would stay away from you for good. That he would never talk about you in a derogatory way ever again.
Eddie needed to make sure of that â he had to.
"Fuck you!" He screamed as his fist collided into Brandon's left eye, and could hear him gasping, crying, and wanting to fight back, but Eddie's weight held him down. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
Eddie breathed heavily, one of his punches breaking Brandon's nose, an audible snap coming into his ears. He got up, hovering over the sobbing, vulnerable male.
He wanted to laugh â one of Hawkin's best basketball players, who was intimidating yet charming, and broader and stronger than Eddie, was now curled up in a ball, bleeding out of his face.
Eddie struck his ribcage with a hard kick, and Brandon groaned, pleading for mercy. "Fucking pussy," he mocked, tossing another strike of his foot to his side. "You deserve this. You deserve worse than this."
"IâI'm sorry!" Brandon sobbed, gasping heavier, trying to engulf oxygen into his bruising lungs. "Please."
Eddie crotched down, gripping a chunk of his hair, brought his head up and forced eye contact. "You're not sorry. You just make sure to never speak to her, or I will kill you next time." He released Brandon's hair from his grasp, his head thudding on the tile floors.
Eddie's every step had a bounce to it as he walked out of the locker room.
You were laying on your stomach on your bed, flipping through magazines as music faintly played in your bedroom. You carelessly eyed new styles, humming to yourself.
A knock planted softly at your door, and you peeked up, seeing your aunt. She smiled small, a cigarette dangling between her lips. "Chrissy Cunningham is on the phone," she exhaled a blow, "asking for you."
"Did she say why?" You wondered.
"No, but she sounds shaken up," your aunt continued, and you nodded, getting up from your bed, strolling to the kitchen where the landline hanged out at.
You picked up the phone, bringing it up to your ear. "Hey, Chris. What's up?"
"Brandon is in the hospital," Chrissy said, and your heart sank. She was sniffling, overly worried and in panic. "It's so bad."
You paused. "WâWhat happened? Why is he in the hospital?"
"Jason and the guys found him in the locker room," Chrissy's voice began to shutter. "He was beaten, really bad. Nose broken, ribcages fractured, nearly blind in his left eye â it's so gory."
"What? WâWho... What? This doesn't make sense," you said, unease and confused. "Did he say who?"
"No, he won't make a confession," Chrissy answered, sighing heavily. "Either way, he can barely talk, or make any sort of comprehension. He has a severe concussion."
You went quiet for a moment, trying to gather up pieces in your head, making a puzzle in your head.
Brandon did have enemies, but it was mostly outcasts, and the smartest kids in school â the opposite clique of him, and Jason's friends. But, those enemies were not capable of any harm, nor would attempt any. If they did, they'd get it worse.
Nothing had happened to him until today when you toldâ
"Chrissy, I have to go," you muttered, hanging up the line. You ran into your bedroom, grabbing your shoes, and slipping them. Your hands were shaking, your heart thumping and pounding in your eardrums, bile burning your throat.
It was just a thought, a consideration, and you knew Eddie would never hurt anyone.
He was too kind, and gentle.
You stalked out of your trailer, finding your aunt watering the front lawn with a new cigarette in her mouth. "You going to Eds?" She asked, and you hummed. "Okay, be safe."
You continued your stalking to Eddie's uncle's trailer, stomping up onto the porch, and pounded your fist against the door. "Edward Munson!" You shouted, banging persistently on the door. "I know you're in there, I can smell fresh pot!"
After a few more harsher hits, the door opened up, revealing a contented, shirtless Eddie, and had a joint in his mouth. "Well, if it isn't my favorite person," he joked, and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door frame.
Red, bruising spots were visible on his knuckles. He wasn't even trying to make them discreet.
You brushed past him as you welcomed yourself into his trailer, and he closed the door behind the both of you, his eyes falling into yours.
You stood in the middle of his living room, making a safe distance between the two of you. "Are you responsible for Brandon?" You questioned, and Eddie chuckled, flashing a toothy smile. "I don't have time for your shit, Eddie!"
"Oh, excuse me, sweetheart," Eddie snickered, burning his joint out onto the ashtray that sat on the living's room coffee table. "I knew you'd figure it out."
You scoffed. "So, you did?"
"I may have swung a punch or two at him," Eddie said, grabbing a cheap beer from the fridge. "Nothing too bad."
"He is in the hospital, Eds! He has a severe concussion, fractured bones!" You shouted, irritated at Eddie's amusement. "What the fuck did you do?"
"He called you a trailer park whore," he stated, walking to his bedroom as you trailed behind him. "Saying how you spread your legs easily for him, and that you were just bad for his bullshit reputation."
"He said that?" You asked, Eddie sitting on the edge of his bed, and you stood in front of him.
"He laughed at you. He was practically mocking you," he emphasized, scoffing harshly. "I took care of it. I handled it for you."
"But you didn't need to, Eddie!" You panicked, shaking your head in utter disbelief. "If he comes clean, you'll be arrested. You'll go to jail."
"I really don't care," Eddie said, grinning. "You think this is my first time doing this shit for you?"
You fell silent, suddenly lost in what he was saying.
He got up from his bed, only needing to take a few, close inches towards you. He looked down at you as you stared up at him. "Aidan Walter, Michael Dallas, Kyle Thorne, Richard Fields, Brandon Smith â they all had the same thing to say about you. They degraded you proudly, and you think you deserve that?'
Your mouth opened, but your words croaked in your throat. Nothing came out, shock falling over you. "I... I don't know."
"Every time you came crying to me about a guy who did you wrong, I handled it. This isn't my first time, and they know they can't turn me in," Eddie explained, and you raised a brow. "They're drug addicts. They know if I sneak a word to their coach to drug test them, they're fucked."
"But they could turn you in for being a drug dealer," you retorted, and a faux pout dangled on Eddie's lips. "They have privilege, you don't."
He settled his beer down on his cluttered dresser, turning his attention away from you. "If that's the case, why haven't the others said anything?" Eddie questioned. "You haven't asked me why I did it â that's surprising."
"You did it because you want revenge? Because you were trying to be a good friend?"
"Revenge, yes. I'd beat those fuckers with no hesistation," Eddie agreed, shrugging lazily as he went back to sitting on his bed. "But, I did it because you don't deserve to be talked about like that. I did it because I would do absolutely anything for you â I'd fucking rip apart this filthy world for you."
You took a step back, a brutal realization striking you.
"Are you in love with me?" You asked, so simply, but with so much fear behind your words.
He hummed. "There's my smart girl."
You were oblivious â gullible â to Eddie's generosity, and kindness. A more crucial role behind every word, every action, every thought that came out of him. You didn't know how to comprehend anything, your mind fogged, and mute.
You should've been feeling sick to your stomach, nausea and terror was meant to consume and claim you entirely. A person who had received the news that their best friend beat â and nearly murdered â men who have hurt you, would run away, and shut them out forever.
You didn't do that. You were paralyzed in your spot, only hesitate to make eye contact with Eddie, and could feel his eyes boring into you.
What he did was unsettling and wrong, but your heart couldn't help to ache to what he did.
"You hate me now?" Eddie asked, and you inhaled sharply, peeking at him. You shifted over towards him, bringing him into an embrace, his head resting on your stomach as your hands rested on the back of his head.
"No, no," you mumbled, looking down at him. "But you could end up in jail because of this, Eddie. You have to understand that."
Eddie inhaled your perfume, his mind ransacking with complexed thoughts. He was glad you appreciated his devoted duty, but hated that you were worried about his well being.
He only cared that you would be safe.
"I'll be okay, doll," he muttered, practically smashing his face into your stomach.
You fiddled with his hair, not knowing what was to happen next. He was in love, and obsessed with you â that's not easy news to take in.
You let him out of your embrace, crouching down and stared up at him. "I can protect myself, and... I'm sorry you had to hear those things from Brandon."
Eddie took your face into his hands, his thumbs softly caressing your cheeks, and you could feel yourself melting into his touch.
A delicate touch that held so much violence behind it.
He could do immense damage to another human, but never to you. You were the peace in his chaotic world. You were serene, in contrast to his mayhem. You knew there was always a darkness that consumed him, but you granted such light to it, that he'd forget he even held it in him.
Eddie wanted to hold you close, skin absorbing into one another's, and have you forever. He wanted to tear you apart, but then mend you back together.
The silence that fell into the air was tight, and suffocating.
This man had been your best friend for years, and there was never any unbearable tension until now. In this very moment, where his eyes drowned into yours, and his lips quivered for the taste of yours.
"Can I kiss you?" Eddie cut the silence, his face cautiously inching into yours. "Please?"
A simple kiss, that could change the course of everything. But you wanted it â you wanted Eddie to kiss you. You had never craved such a risk until now.
You nodded. "You can kiss me, Eds."
He didn't let another second pass as his lips smothered yours, and his hands shifted to your waist, drawing you onto his lap. You propped yourself comfortably onto him, his hands snaking around your body, needing you close and secured.
You could taste pot on his lips, your cherry gloss mixing into it. His hands slipped under the sides of your shirt, yet went nowhere near your bra. His thumbs and hands grazed your soft, loving skin, and thought he must've been dreaming â he had yearned for this. For years.
Your own hands brushed his toned body, trickling down to the waistband of his sweats. You let your fingers curl around them, but wait there.
Eddie moved his face back, his taste disappearing from yours, and he grinned at your swollen lips. "Look at you," he mocked, admiring the desperation on your face. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you, sweetheart."
Your heartstrings tugged at his words, and the tips of your index and middle finger carefully touched his lips, eyes focused on this movement. "Do you really love me?" You softly asked. "Why do you love me?"
"You're the purity to this corrupted world," Eddie began, and you blinked up at him, and his gaze locked with yours immediately. "Your beauty is uncompared, and unbearable â it makes me a madman. Look what I've done for you; you have me in your power, and you don't even know it."
Eddie Munson is in love with me, you thought to yourself. He is in love with me, and I've been so blind to it.
The only man who'd ever wanted you for you. The only man who you didn't need to give your body to, to feel self-worth and loved. You could see in his eyes he meant what he said â that he swore his life on it. And if he were to ever hurt you, he would want death.
He would rather die, than to live with the knowledge that he dimmed your lightness, and damaged you.
"Please kiss me," you pleaded, wanting his love to soak and burn into your skin. "Kiss me, do what you want to me. But Eddie, do not leave me."
Eddie frowned. "I'd die without you."
You nodded, and your lips fell back onto his, bodies pressing against one another. His hands pulled you over and down onto his bed, your body trapped underneath his. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked hastily in between a kiss. "Do you?"
"Yes, I do," you breathed. "I want this."
Eddie kissed your cheek, leaning back, and shifted himself down in between your legs. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him take off your shoes, and then make his way to the waistband of your sweatpants.
He hooked his fingers under the hem of your bottoms and panties, looking up at you with another look of reassurance.
"I trust you," you said, and he pulled off both pieces of clothing, disposing them to a pile of his clothes on the ground.
Eddie parted your legs, laying himself on his stomach, and you could feel his hot breath blowing against your cunt. You relaxed your body, and Eddie's mouth attached itself to your area, earning a soft moan out of you.
You perked your head up, seeing the sight of him gladly eating you out. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, his strong hold locking them in place, and practically buried himself in between them. He moaned to the sweet taste of you, the vibrations buzzing against your sensitive hood.
His tongue ran up and down your slits, his lips plumped and stuck on your cunt. Your head fell back as your noises and breath grew louder, your mouth falling open the second he pushed two fingers into you, working them at a gentle, yet rapid pace.
Eddie was probably the only guy who knew how to properly eat you out, and you didn't have to fake an orgasm with.
"Fuck, fuck," you breathed. "Just like that, baby. Holy fuck."
His fingers were slamming into you, and his mouth separated from your cunt, his lips plumped and covered with your wetness. "Come here, sweet girl," he said as he hovered back over you. "Taste how good you are."
He placed his lips back onto yours, his fingers still violently pumping into you. Uncontrollable, lewd noises elicited out of you, being able to make out his grin pressing against your lips as he brought himself back from your mouth.
"So good for me, sweetheart," he praised,and adjusted himself back onto his stomach, hoisting your thighs over his shoulders. He hooked his mouth onto your cunt, devouring you once more, and you could feel a sweet scorch in the pit of your stomach.
It was too embarrassing and easy for you to cum this earlier than usual. You tried to ignore the hot sensation, focusing on the rhythm Eddie's tongue and mouth made on your cunt, and fucking good it felt.
Eddie had himself deep into your cunt, grateful to even pleasure you this well. All he wanted was to make you feel good.
The fire in your stomach ran to your thighs, and it became torturous to shut out. "Gonna cum," you warned, your voice shuddering. "Keep going, Eds. You're doing so good."
Eddie abided, never letting himself get a second of air as your thighs trembled on his shoulders. "Oh fuck!" You gasped, riding your orgasm out onto his fingers, and he let them fall out of you shortly after. His tongue lapped up your climax, his mouth sucking gently on your cunt.
Your chest heaved, and a fulfilled Eddie detached his mouth from your area, his mouth glistening with your juices. You peeked at him, chuckling and grinning at the sight of him.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said, his hand gripping your forearm, and you suddenly adjusted back on his lap. You whimpered as he used other hand to hold your jaw, having a firm grasp on it, and forcing you to pay attention to him.
"What now?" You asked.
Eddie placed his coated fingers on your bottom lip. "Suck."
You obliged, taking his fingers into your mouth. Eddie looked at you in pure awe, a cocky grin playing on his lips, and kissed the side of your head. Few seconds later, his fingers slide out of your mouth with a pop, and the knuckles of his hand caress your cheek so lovingly.
There was a flip in Eddie's eyes, and body language. He craved more of you, more of your body and desperation. He wanted your tears, screams, and sweat. He needed to see you plead under him, until you all you could think of was him senselessly fucking you.
For this, it was a danger. You were encouraging his obsession, and you couldn't tell if that was okay. It was flattering he hurt people for you, all because he wanted to defend you at every cost â like it was his soul purpose on Earth.
You weren't exactly opposed to his devotion to you, only in fright of how bad it could get.
It wasn't like you hadn't had your own moments when it came to Eddie and other girls. There were a few who had eyes on him, and always dumbly flirted with him â even in front of your bare eyes. You would always think you were being crazy for being jealous, especially when you got angry when Eddie would jokingly tease back at those girls.
You didn't want to share the attention he gave to you.
This was a bad idea. The worst idea to ever exist. But it didn't matter anymore â you and him were the perfect match. Maybe your need for him was always there, but you were too busy with others to notice it.
Those other guys didn't compare to Eddie Munson â none of them. And they would never commit their life to you.
Eddie had finally freed your jaw from his hand, but withheld staring at one another. "I know that look in your eye," he said, inhaling sharply. "You've finally come to your senses. I've been waiting for you to make that realization."
"How long?" You wondered.
"Forever," he answered, and planted his hands under your shirt, letting them carelessly rest there. "Even if you didn't, I still would've handled every guy who fucked you over. I would do it until it caught up to me."
You sighed. "It just might. Brandon will blab."
"Then promise to bail me?" He asked, and you snickered, rolling your eyes.
"My aunt is going to have a rage if you get arrested," you joked, and his grin turned into a small smile. "Let's not worry about that right now, please. I just want you, I want this."
Eddie titled his head to the side, his smile fading. "Be more clear, sweet girl."
You turned coy, your body tensing as his hands gave your torso a squeeze. You decided not to speak, your lips laying on his, and he let your body rut against him. "You're going to drive me more insane," he mumbled, and you hummed. "Come on, doll. Ride me."
You didn't hesitate for a moment, breaking the kiss, and you drew off your top and bra, letting them drop to Eddie's floor.
"Fuck," Eddie breathed, taking a second to memorize your body, and how he just knew it was made for him. "Fuck, you're perfect, doll."
You smiled, and looked over to Eddie's nightstand, finding condoms to lay there. "I'm not your first fuck?" You asked, a hint of bitter in your tone as you snagged an individual wrapper.
"I deserved to have my own fun, don't you think?" Eddie retorted, dragging off his sweats and boxers, dropping them on the floor. He merely sat closer to the middle of his bed, seizing the condom from your hold, and you glared at him. "Don't be so jealous, doll. You're my only girl, promise."
"Were they a good fuck?" You asked, and Eddie snorted while rolling the condom onto his dick.
"And I thought I was too possessive," he mocked, and braced his hands onto your hips, his nails digging into your skin. You were about to protest until Eddie's cock shoved into you, and you gasped at the sudden contact. "Maybe I'll fuck you out."
Your breath hitched in your throat as you and Eddie worked together, your hips rolling and his cock hastily thrusting into you. "Fffucckk, oh my god," you babbled, squeezing your eyes shut, and overwhelmed at Eddie's size.
"You take me so well," Eddie praised, another faux frown on his lips, and grabbed your face. "Look at me when I'm fucking you."
You obeyed as best as you could, cursing and moaning breathlessly. It felt like he was splitting you open, claiming your body entirely, and making you memorize the scynorichize of his cock pounding into your soaking cunt.
"I'm going to fucking damage you," he assured, his hand squeezing your cheeks, and felt as if his nails were drilling into them. "Tear you right apart."
"Yeah?" You taunted, able to pass a giggle through your shuddering breathing. "You're going to hurt me? You're too soft for me to do that, Eds."
He stopped all movements for a moment, and his hand made a switch, sending a hit across your left cheek. It turned your head and neck entirely, feeling his handprint drowning into your skin.
You only laughed. "Slapping me? Some of the guys did the same thing," you said, looking back at Eddie, and wanted to punish him with your words. "I think it was Brandon who would pull my hair and call me his filthy slut."
Eddie snapped. He took your form back under him, your body flattened into his mattress as he hovered over you, his hand furiously grasping your throat. "And you took it like a slut too. Didn't you, silly girl?"
You smiled. "Maybe," you breathed out, able to feel his nails clawing into the sides of your neck. "Maybe I fucking loved every second of it."
"Oh, I'm sure," Eddie muttered, his cock stuffing your cunt again. "But I'm going to make sure you can only think of me forever."
He kept his hand on your throat, and pushed his cock rough into you as you swore he was nearly reaching into your stomach. Your eyes watered, breath hallowed and weak with your pleads for him coming out hoarse and rough, putting one of your hands on his wrist.
"No, you don't get to touch me," Eddie said, pushing off your hand with his free one. "You don't deserve to touch me, silly girl."
You huffed. "Why not?"
"Cause you let all those idiots touch you," Eddie taunted, mocking despair on his face. "And I should just leave you hot and bothered after what you said, but I didn't â so be grateful."
Your lungs engulfed immense amounts of oxygen when Eddie's pulled his hand back, moaning out his name like it was a prayer. He grinned, staying hovered over you, and let his cock sinking deeper and harder into you, watching you fall apart slowly to it.
Sweaty, hot skin smacked throughout Eddie's bedroom, being sure that the whole neighborhood could hear you whining and crying for more of him.
"You sound so pretty for me, doll," he moaned, grinning. He positioned himself back, in a near-sitting style as he tossed your legs over his shoulders and snaked his arms around your waist, continuing to push himself into you.
"Oh shitâ ffucckk, Eddie, Eddie," you moaned mindlessly. You were locked in his hold, your body squirming and twitching. Your fingers gripped at his bedsheets, your mind being rotten with the focus of his dick, and how good it felt pounding into you, basically stuffing your cunt.
"Don't you dare fucking cum," Eddie forewarned, chuckling breathily. "Just be a good girl, and take my dick, babydoll. Just take me."
You nodded, knowing there was another climax making its build in your stomach, but refused to pay any mind to it. "You fuck me so good, Eds," you whimpered, eyes rolling back. "Need more of you, please."
"You have me, sweetheart," Eddie promised, pressing his hand on your stomach for additional torture. "But don't try to sweet talk me just so you can cum."
"Just once, please," you cried, resting your hand on top of his hand. "Please, I'll be so good for you."
"Are you not being good for me right now, hm?" He wondered, the ball of his palm sinking further into your belly. "What a pathetic girl you are, trying to get whatever you want."
You hissed and groaned. "Please, please. I câcan't."
"Is my poor girl going to cry?" He taunted, holding back a laugh. "If you cum right now, then you'll have to keep doing so until I think you're done."
"Yâyeah, please!" You agreed mindlessly, chewing harshly onto your lower lip.
He hummed, and tapped the side of your thigh as a sign. Your body nearly melted into his mattress, your orgasm pushing out of you, and you could see a flash of stars in your vision. "Oh fucking hell!" You screamed, your body twitching seconds later.
Eddie pushed your legs off of his shoulders, letting himself fall out of you, and was already rotating you around onto your stomach. "We're not done, sweet girl," he said, planting a gentle kiss to your cheek before his arms were looped around your limp form, bringing your ass close to him.
You were barely to collect any thoughts, groaning the moment Eddie was back in you. He worked at a slow, steady peace in you as he used his strength to hold you up and close, stifling a chuckle in his throat.
"You said you were going to be good for me," Eddie reminded, his fingers clawing and curling into your hair, forcing the majority of your body to be picked up and brought against his. "Is this all you can really take, hm? Made me think you were better than this."
You grinned, sweat beading on your forehead and body. Your face was close enough to his as you glanced up at him, trying to correct your breathing. "You made me think you were gonna fuck me better than the others," you said lazily. "But it's about the same."
"Yeah?" Eddie rolled his hips forward, snapping a single sharp and deep thrust into you, and all at once, he began to violently pound into you. He made sure to keep you close to him as yours and his moaned mixed, and echoed throughout his bedroom.
Your eyes fell to the back of your head, grasping onto Eddie's arms and could feel your body growing more frail within every thrust that pushed into you. You were entirely trapped in his hold â not that you were complaining, it felt nice.
"That's my good girl," he praised, passing a kiss to the side of your head. "You take my cock so well."
You hummed, nodding, and could only hear him breathily chuckle to your obedience. He let his right hand creep up between the valley of your breasts, and it wrapped itself around your throat, using it as an extra leverage to hammer himself deeper into you.
"You seem to be liking my cock a lot," Eddie teased as your noises shuddered, and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming exhilaration and pleasure. "Just wanted to be fucked and treated like a whore. All you had to do was ask, sweetness."
"Ffucckk youâ ahh!" You cried the second the head of his cock started to continuously strike at your orgasm. "Oh shit, ffuucckk! Right there!"
Eddie orgasm was rising, keeping you locked and tight on him as he allowed himself to be audible, letting you know how good you were making him feel. "Fuck, sweetheart, I'm gonna cum," he panted, giving you another sweet kiss to your cheek. "Cum with me, yeah? I want my girl to cum with me."
Your next climax had surfaced into the depths of your belly as you could feel Eddie's arms and body begin to tremble. "WâWait!" You breathed, swallowing thickly. "I want you to cum in me."
"What?" Eddie chuckled, stopping himself entirely. "Repeat that for me."
"Oh, you heard me, Munson," you said, and he grinned. "And yes, I'm sure."
Eddie granted you that exact wish, letting himself out of you for a mere second and tossed his condom carelessly on his bedroom floor before taking his cock back into you. He looped his arms back around your form, tugging you back towards him as he perfectly fucked himself into you, and you bounced back onto his cock.
It didn't take long for both highs to come back to the surface, your head falling back and landing on his shoulder, and he smirked, brushing strands of hair out of your face. "Be a good whore, and cum," his breath was ragged and uneven, feeling it skim past your cheek. "Don't wanna disappoint me, hm?"
"Nâno," you rasped, exhaustion slowly falling onto you but gathered enough energy to keep you going.
"Cum with me, honey," Eddie said, a hint of shudder playing in his words. You nodded, your high immediately crashing out of your body as your body jerked and nearly fell out of Eddie's grasp, but he had enough strength to hold you in his embrace.
He wasn't far behind you, his orgasm hitting its final peak, and rushing out of him, into you. He pushed softer and slower thrusts into you as he rode out his orgasm. Eventually, all his motions came to a stop, and his arms unhooked from your body, watching you collapse onto his mattress, and he fell out of you.
You took your time to recover your proper breathing pattern and energy, laying flat on your stomach, and you could feel sweat stick and drip around your body.
Eddie rested next to you, not caring that you were both drenched in sweat desire, and brought you next to him, letting you rest in his arms. Your head was on top of his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he was also trying to catch his breath.
"So that was," you tried to speak, your throat scratchy and hoarse. "Oh fuck."
He stifled a laugh, smiling in pure pride. "We need to clean up, doll."
"I would so gladly get up," you began, sighing warily, "only if you didn't fuck me numb and raw."
"Don't complain," Eddie said, getting himself up, and easily dragged you up off the bed, over his shoulder. "We are getting cleaned up, and then find something to do after."
"Like what?" You wondered, being placed on top of his bathroom sink as he started up a warm bath. "You're not worried Brandon might say something?"
Eddie shrugged. "Not really, no."
"Why not?" You asked. "He has all the privileges and status, you don't."
"Are we really discussing this again?" Eddie asked, moving back over to you while the water ran. "I'm going to be fine. Just let me take care of you, doll."
Your gaze softened as you could see pure admiration and care in his eyes for you. You nodded, chewing onto your lower lip. He pinched your chin, giving your nose a sweet peck, and walked back to the bath to stop the water.
Eddie helped you into the bath, setting you down into it, and the water soaked your body. You moaned to the feeling of it and relaxed into it.
"Feel good?" Eddie smiled, sitting in front of you, and you hummed in response.
You brought your legs up to your chest, hugging them, and rested your cheek on it, looking at Eddie with a small smile playing on your lips.
He noticed. "Yes, sweetheart?"
"Nothin'. Just love you, Eds," you said. You had told each other 'I love you' on many occasions, but this time, it had a different meaning behind it. "Always have, always will."
"I love you too, sweet girl," Eddie responded, bringing himself closer to you, and kissed your forehead before pressing his against yours. "Always have, always will."
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TRAINING SEASON (teaser)
18+ / mdi
summary: unfortunately for vernon, all his friends were gym bros, leading to constant harassment for him to join the lifestyle. after weeks of twelve men constantly bugging at him to accompany them, all it takes is one girl for vernon to finally give in.
content: strangers2friends2lovers!vernon, fitness!reader, vernon's kind of a loser here, reader is friends with the other 12, vernon's not into fitness, downbad!vernon, reader is implied to be into fitness but her body's not really described in any specific way, afab reader, smut, semi-public sex, handjob, kind of sub!vernon, dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.
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wc: 667 (teaser); 9.3k (full fic)
RELEASE DATE: january 7th
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"C'mon, Nonnie. Come with us. Just this once."
"You don't even have to work out, we just want-"
"No, if I have to work out, he has to work out. You guys have been dragging me with you to engage in your masochist tendencies for weeks. He deserves the same treatment."
Vernon simply groaned at all the noise, uncaring of what Seungkwan, Mingyu and Jeonghan were saying, respectively. Instead, he opted to cover his face with a pillow, attempting to muffle all the noise his friends were making so early in the morning.
Then suddenly, the comfort of his blanket left him, followed by his pillow being pulled from his hold and used to deliver a swift smack against his head before being whisked away and landing on the opposite side of the room.
One more, he groaned, but this time louder. His eyes opened to find the culprit standing above him, squinting due to the sudden surge of sunlight into his vision at having opened his eyes.
"Dude, stop being a lazy piece of shit and come with us," nagged Joshua.
God, how many of them were in his apartment? It was supposed to be just him and Seungkwan who lived here, where did the rest come from?
"What time is it?" he finally grumbled out, sitting up. It's not like he had any options anyway.
"It's 9:16 in the morning," informed him Wonwoo from outside his bedroom. God, was he here too?
"Why are all of you in my apartment? Seungkwan, we agreed that-"
"We all have keys, you idiot. Now get up. We're going to the gym," this time it was Chan.
"Do all twelve of you go to the same gym at the same time? God, they must hate you."
Vernon finally sat up against his headboard, head counting a total of five of his friends currently in his room, assuming the rest to be either in his kitchen or living room.
God damn you, Boo Seungkwan.
"We're pretty well liked, actually."
A few of the members nodded along to Mingyu's rebuttal.
Yeah, that made sense. Twelve muscly and more than objectively attractive men were likely magnets for clientele over at the gym.
All the more reason to not join them.
All his friends were fitness addicts (sans Jeonghan, maybe). Simply gym bros who had developed what Vernon liked to call an unhealthy habit to exercise â despite how ironic that statement sounded. Vernon, on the other hand, had never been one to put too much emphasis on fitness. He liked his build as it was; some slightly toned muscle and a slim frame. He never really saw any need to bulk up like most of his friends, so he never gained an interest for it.
Yet his friends had tried to convince him to join them, time and time again.
Jeonghan had been the one other friend they had to convince to join them. Other than Vernon, Jeonghan was the only other member of their large friend group who had a proclivity against the gym. But his love for spending time with his friends had won him over, making him tag along just for the mere purpose of not feeling FOMO.
Now, Vernon did not have that issue. He didn't mind missing out on hang outs. He was a pretty lowkey, chill guy. Staying at home unless it was vital for him to leave, now that was more up his alley.
Except now he had twelve men nagging at him to get up, put on some basketball shorts and a flimsy tank top and join them at their gym. It had been a few weeks of this insistence, leading to this moment â all his friends breaking into his and Seungkwan's apartment in order to drag him out.
And the sad thing was that it worked. Apparently it took twenty-three consecutive days of bugging at Vernon to convince him of doing something he didn't want to do for him to budge. He hoped this didn't become some sort of pattern.
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debuts and podiums how oscar celebrates after your first race, and first win.
mishaps online oscar accidentally posts a nude online the night before your big concert and launch. oops.
red flag you get in an accident on track
the disgraced pop princess oscar is your salvation after things so horribly wrong
-> his disgraced pop princess oscar is there for you through your first real GP weekend and everything else, of course
my girl fans made a youtube compilation of oscar and you being in love since your prema days.
slip-up oscar slips up about your wedding
pointe shoes and racecars you and oscar had grown up together, and grown apart. now you're teaching him ballet for a mclaren video. will you two reconnect?
family fights you and oscar were never meant to be together, lando made that clear. one night changes everything, then another changes it again.
accident prone oscar comes home one night hurt, how do you deal with it?
bad day you had an awful day, but at least you're coming home to him.
Stoic much? oscar might be too good at the whole 'keeping a secret' thing. like, really good.
wallflowers like flowers too you never thought you'd find love, especially not with your best friend at his sister's wedding.
chancer Can he figure out who you are at the masquerade ball before you leave forever?
mark my words mark (webber) 'slips up' about your marriage.
nothing bad! the sprint pisses you off, ted's notebook catches you at a bad time, you say some things, oscar posts some things, and it ends up being one of the most popular ad campaigns in history. oops.
quick tweet, big problem you and oscar are together, but the world doesn't need to know you're engaged. lando decides they do.
knowing me, knowing you you're a broadway star, and oscar has to know everything about a topic for the 'anything but F1' segment. win-win when his girlfriend is in the public eye.
gymming oscar doesn't want you going to the gym
then we can breaking up sucks.
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guilt tripping oscar asks something of you that you know you can't do. you do it anyway and it ends in you two almost breaking up. almost.
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sweating oscar has been acting strange
mixup oscar gets a bit jelly when you and franco get close
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family issues lando (and his mum) are there for you during a difficult time.
catch-up lando after monza
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pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader
warnings: lots of misogyny, lando is an asshole in this, illusions to ed behaviour, reader is not in a good head space, all of mclaren is super sexist, mentions of crashes and injuries.
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Just to Learn That You Never Cared
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Synopsis: always leaving class together to go fight crime leads people to think youâre dating when in reality youâre barely even friends. That is, until you agree to fake a relationship to keep your secret life a secret
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âOh, hey. Your girlfriend left this in class.â One of Peterâs classmates said as he tossed Peter a hoodie.
âOh. Thanks.â Peter said before realizing what the person had said. He turned the hoodie over in his hands and recognized it as yours. His face warmed up in a blush when he realized you had just been mistaken for his girlfriend. He shoved the hoodie into his bag and wondered if he should tell you or not.
Peter saw you later that night on a rooftop you frequented often. You were in your suit, as was he, but had your mask sitting beside you. You were munching on a bag of chips and wordlessly extended them to him when he landed on the rooftop beside you. He smiled graciously and took a few before sitting down next to you. Your knees were touching but neither of you moved away.
âYou left this in physics, dingus.â Peter said and handed you your hoodie.
âOh, thanks. We had to run out of there so fast to save that lady. I mustâve left it behind.â You smiled gratefully and pulled it over your head. Peter felt bad that his high tech suit had built in heaters and your homemade suit was probably leaving you freezing every night. He wanted to suggest sharing his warmth, but he didnât want to overstep.
âI know. Thank God she called the police on those kids for selling lemonade without a permit. Iâm really glad we left a test to go witness that heinous crime.â
âItâs not all bad. We did get to see the cops arrest her for wasting their time by making a fake police report, which is always satisfying. And the kids gave us free lemonade. But I think calling it âhomemadeâ was bullshit. I know Minute Maid when I taste it.â You replied, making Peter chuckle.
âYouâre right. Both those things were enjoyable.â Peter agreed. âBut I donât know how much more of this I can take. I feel like we have to leave class every other day.â
âI know. Why did we have to pick a college in such a Karen ridden neighborhood?â You sighed.
âBecause we wanted to go to the good school with the good science program. We shouldâve known the neighborhood would be full of bored housewives who call the police whenever they have a minor complaint. It was our own hubris.â
âIt was.â You chuckled and said looked over at him. You exchanged soft smiles before you looked over at the city horizon. Peters eyes never left you and he cleared his throat to get your attention.
âSo, uh, my aunt and I were gonna get Chinese food later. At the place that got shut down for being a front for money laundering but that was really just a front for a second Chinese food chain.â
âOh, I love that place.â
âYeah. Itâs great.â He nodded. âAnyways, you should totally come-â
Peter was cut off by the police radio he wired to his phone going off. He rolled his eyes and checked what the alert was.
âDamn it. Robbery at the bakery on 9th.â He told you.
âLowkey, Iâd do the same. Their cream puffs made me cream.â You said as you put your mask back on.
âHaha, yeah.â Peter chuckled. âWait, what?â
âYou should get some sleep. Iâll handle the robbery. But Iâll catch you tomorrow, Parker. Get home safe.â You saluted him before falling backwards off the building.
âI love you too.â Peter sighed.
âDid you say something?â You asked and popped back up.
âNo.â Peter quickly lied.
âOkay. Well, see you tomorrow.â You waved to him and disappeared again. Peter let out another sigh before swinging home.
The next day, you ran after one of your classmates once class was let out.
âHey, Carly. I emailed you my notes from the class you missed.â You told her.
âThank you so much. Youâre a life saver.â She replied. âOh, and could you tell your boyfriend that band practice is in the gym today?â
âYeah, sure. No problem.â You agreed. She was about to walk away when you realized what she had said.
âWait, what am I saying?â You wondered. âWhoâs my boyfriend?â
âYou know. That guy with the prescription shoes.â Carly answered. You tilted your head in confusion until you realized you knew exactly who she was talking about.
âWait, Peter?â You laughed in surprise. You expected her to laugh too and reveal she was just kidding but she looked completely serious.
âOh, right. Peter. Why do I always think his name is Timmy?â Carly wondered.
âBecause he looks like a Timmy. He gets it all the time.â You waved your hand. âAnd his shoes are not prescription. He just bought womenâs platform shoes because he wanted to be taller and didnât think anyone could tell.â
âWe can.â Carly mumbled.
âI know.â You agreed. âBut, Iâm getting off topic. Timmy is not my boyfriend. I mean, Peter is not my boyfriend.â
âWhatever label you guys use, can you tell him that wind ensemble is meeting in the gym instead of the choir room? The sopranos kicked us out again to practice or do drugs or something.â Carly explained. You furrowed your eyebrows at her and tried to figure out if she was joking or not.
âThe label? Iâm so lost. Who told you that Peterâs my boyfriend?â
âNobody told me.â She shrugged. âEveryone just knows that you guys are a couple.â
âWell how would they know something that isnât true?â You asked and folded your arms.
âI mean, itâs not like you guys try to keep it a secret. Between all the whispering and staying close by each other. Plus youâre always sneaking out of class together or showing up late. And if one of you is absent, the other always is too. Itâs been like that since high school. People just put two and two together I guess. Why, did you want to to be secret?â
âI didnât want it to be anything. Weâre not even dating.â You insisted and felt like you were going crazy.
âYou donât have to deny it.â Carly laughed. âI know feelings are weird and gross and stuff and youâve never been the relationship type, but I think this guy is good for you. He brings something out in you. I donât know. But you guys are cute. I love seeing the nice loser and assertive pretty girl troupe in real life.â
âOh. Well, thank you.â You calmed down momentarily and smiled a little. Carly walked away and your smile quickly faded when you remembered what she had said. You looked around the hallway and saw another student holding an instrument.
âHey. Band nerd.â You called out to him.
âMe?â He asked and pointed to himself.
âYes, you. You had to let go of your saxophone case to point to yourself. Have you seen my boyfriend today?â You asked him.
âPeter? I havenât seen him since yesterday in-â
âThat sentence better not end with âwind ensembleâ or Iâm gonna lose it.â
âIt was wind ensemble.â He said quickly.
âIâm leaving.â You shook your head and walked away from him. You pulled out your phone and went straight to your schools âcampus sweetheartsâ page on instagram. Sure enough, there was a picture of you and Peter sitting next to each other right at the top of the page. You had your head thrown back laughing at something he was saying and he was looking at you fondly. You let out a shocked gasp and before walking out into the courtyard to look for Peter. You spotted him on a bench and smiled.
âYes. Thank you, small campusâ. You pumped your fist and went to sit next to him.
âOh, hi. I was just thinking about you-â
âSomeone is spreading a horrible rumor about you.â You cut him off.
âOh no.â Peter frowned. âWhat is it? Is it bad?â
âHorrible.â You shook your head. âPeter, theyâre saying youâre in wind ensemble.â
âOh, I am.â Peter shrugged.
âHuh?â
âI play the clarinet . See. Clarinet.â Peter said and lifted up his little black clarinet case.
âHuh?â You said louder.
âI used to play in high school, pre-bite but post 9/11. I saw a flyer for orchestra on campus so I joined.â
âAnd you didnât tell me?â You practically shouted. Peter knew you werenât happy but felt strangely honored that you were so upset over him not telling you something about her personal life.
âBecause I know how you feel about band nerds.â He replied. âAnd you and I donât really talk about non-work related things. I didnât think youâd care.â
âAre you kidding me? Of course I care.â You insisted. âMy rumored boyfriend has been in wind ensemble this whole time and I didnât even know?â
âWait, rumored boyfriend? Who, me?â Peter asked in surprised.
âSo you didnât know about this either?â
âNo. I mean, someone did refer to you as my girlfriend the other day but I thought it was just an accident. People think you and me are dating?â Peter asked and tried not to look as pleased as he felt.
âApparently. Iâve had multiple people refer to you as my boyfriend today. And look. Weâre on the campus couples Instagram page.â You said and held up your phone.
âEw. We have one of those?â Peter grimaced and took your phone to see the picture better.
âYeah. I honestly think the principle runs it.â You replied. Peter was quiet as he stared at the picture for a while.
âWhat?â You wondered.
âNothing. This just a cute picture of us. And I think the only picture of us.â He said with a shy smile. You frowned and looked at the picture again before realizing he was right.
âCarly said people think weâre dating since weâre always sneaking off together.â You told him. Peter thought out this for a minute and then made another connection.
âOhhhh.â He said and nodded his head.
âWhat?â
âThis explains why the boys congratulated me on the bus back to New York after the Washington monument trip for losing my virginity at a historic landmark.â
âYou lost your virginity on that trip? To who?â You whispered harshly and felt jealousy burning through your veins.
âYou, apparently.â He laughed. âYou and I disappeared to get the glowy alien egg bomb thing back and I guess everyone assumed we were off desecrating a national monument.â
âOh my God. That was like 3 years ago.â You realized. âPeople have thought we were dating this whole time? We need to put a stop to this.â
âYeah. Youâre right. OrâŠâ Peter trailed off and gave you a look.
âOr?â You raised an eyebrow.
âOr, we lean into it.â He suggested. âWe let people think it. We encourage it, even.â
âWhy would we do that?â
âPeople have been suspicious about where we go and what weâre doing since high school. We can only fake so many illnesses and I ran out of grandparents to lie about the death of by junior year. So if people already made up a reason, maybe we should let them think that. We donât have to go out of our way to confirm it but we can keep the assumption going to keep them from finding out what weâre really doing.â
âSo you think we should let people think weâre dating so they stop wondering about what weâre always off doing?â
âThatâs exactly what I just said, yes.â Peter nodded.
âHey. Be nicer to your fake girlfriend.â You said and smacked his arm.
âIâm sorry. I will.â Peter blushed and rubbed his arm. You felt bad for hitting him and wrapped both arms around him to rub them up and down. He smiled softly at you and you sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
âYou play the clarinet?â You asked after a minute.
âSquidward made it look so cool.â Peter shrugged.
âDid he?â You asked, making Peter laugh.
âNo.â He admitted.
The next day, you and Peter walked to school together with the understanding that from then on out, you were going to play the part of a happy couple. You werenât going to go around announcing it to everyone or anything. You just needed to convince the few that didnât already believe the rumor and confirm things for the ones who did believe it.
âYou ready for this?â You asked Peter as you stepped into campus.
âI think so. Maybe we should hold hands or something. You know, since people think weâre dating.â Peter suggested and tried to make it sound like it didnât matter to him.
âI guess so.â You shrugged and held out your hand. Peter eagerly took your hand and took note of the way it fit in his like it was made for him.
âThis is weird.â You whispered to him, popping his bubble.
âWhy? Are my hands sweaty?â He panicked.
âNo. Just really, really hot.â You told him. âItâs just weird that nobody seems to care that weâre holding hands right now.â
âI mean, we are just two random people with almost no social presence.â
âThatâs true. I guess I just thought people would care more.â You admitted as you looked around the campus. No one was phased by you and Peter, but he was too busy enjoying the moment to realize it.
âAre you disappointed?â He asked you.
âYeah. I wore my best bra because I thought Iâd be getting more attention today.â You frowned and adjusted the strap of your bra.
âItâs okay. Iâll take one for the team and stare at your boobs.â Peter assured you.
âAw. Thank you.â You gushed and gave his hand a squeeze.
You got to your physics class and sat together at your usual lab table. Peter looked around the classroom while you carried on as usual.
âMaybe I should put my arm around you. You know, to really convince people.â Peter suggested with a shy blush on his face.
âIs that really something people do?â You genuinely wondered. âI feel like I never see couples with their arms around each other.â
âActually, I donât think I have either. But letâs try it anyway.â He said and wrapped an arm around you. You scooted closer to him so that you could comfortably lean into him. You quickly realized you didnât hate it and let out a content sigh.
âHm.â Peter made a little noise at the back of his throat.
âWhat?â You asked him.
âOur height difference makes this hurt my shoulder.â He leaned over to whisper in your ear.
âThen move your arm.â You whispered back.
âI canât. I just wrapped it around you. Itâll look weird if I immediately take it off.â Peter said as he covered behind him to see who was looking.
âOr, consider this. Nobody in this entire city, and dare I say world, cares where your arm is right now.â You whispered harshly.
âFine. Iâll remove it. But I have to give a reason.â He told you before loudly clearing his throat.
âAh. Sorry, babe. I canât cuddle you right now. My arm is sore from band practice.â Peter said loud enough for everyone in the classroom to hear him. You hung your head in shame and heard people murmuring about his strange comment.
âOh God.â Peter gulped. âPeople are looking. Theyâre gonna know something is up. I have to put it back.â
He went to put his arm back around you but you stopped him before he could draw any more attention to the two of you.
âJust do this.â You whispered to him and pulled his stool closer to you and turned towards him a little. Your knees and were touching and you were now facing each other.
âThatâs it? No one can even see this.â Peter said in disappointment. He thought being your fake boyfriend would bring you guys closer but you were sitting the way you always sat in class.
âItâs not about what people can see. Itâs about proximity.â You explained. âWeâre sitting closer together than anyone else is without being egregious about it. Itâs a simple touch. If weâve been together as long as people think we have, we donât need to be wrapped around each other all the time. A simple touch to let the other know weâre there is all we need.â
Peter was silent as he stared at you following your explanation. He stared for so long that you felt yourself blush under the eye contact.
âWhat?â You asked him.
âI like the way you explain things.â Peter said simply. You quickly looked down so he wouldnât see the effect that comment had on you and took a moment to collect yourself.
âItâs just something I thought of.â You shrugged.
âI know. But I never would have thought of that. Especially not as naturally as it did for you. Youâre so quick.â
âThank you.â You laughed shyly and found yourself unable to look away from him. Peter opened his mouth to say something to keep the momentum rolling but his phone interrupted him.
âShoot. Sus-tivity on the b bridge.â He whispered.
âWhat the hell does that mean?â You asked at full volume.
âIt means thereâs suspicious activity on the Brooklyn bridge.â He rolled his eyes. âWe have to act fast so I didnât have time to say the whole thing.â
âBut you just said the whole thing. And the abridged version. So it took twice as long.â
âShh.â He waved his hand. âWe gotta go.â
You reluctantly collected your things and took Peterâs hand to pull him out of his seat. Peter followed you out the classroom but the teacher cleared her throat when you walked by.
âAnd where are you two going?â She asked. You and Peter exchanged looks as the class snickered and murmured their theories about what exactly you were heading off to do.
âIâm sorry, Dr. Pepper. My girlfriend and I have to leave class unexpectedly. Please excuse us. Itâs urgent.â Peterâs said politely.
âI bet itâs urgent, Parker.â A boy snickered, making serval classmates laugh.
âGross.â You wrinkled your noses and looked at the boys in disdain.
âFine.â The teacher sighed. âThe only reason I donât write you two up for skipping so often is because you somehow have the best grades in the class. Go on. Just get the homework done.â
âWe will.â You assured her before leaving the room with Peter. Peter noticed that you didnât drop his hand even when you were alone in the hallway.
âHey, you know that teachers name is Dr. Zhang and not Dr. Pepper, right?â You asked him.
âOh my God.â Peter gasped. âIs it really? Iâve emailed her so many times and said âDear Dr. Pepperâ. We have to drop out.â
You laughed and held his hand the rest of the way out of the building.
That night, Peter laid in his bed with his phone held close to his face. He had been trying to figure out what to text you to let you know he had been thinking of you.
âI had fun fighting crime with you todayâ He wrote out. He read it over before scrunching his nose.
âNo. Too cringe. She is not gonna fall in love with someone that says âfighting crimeâ. Iâm not Paw Patrol.â He said like it was obvious. He deleted his text and thought of another one.
âI had a good time today, we make a good teamâ He wrote out instead. He read it a few times until he found issue with it.
âOh, you had a good time stopping those break dancers that were obstructing that Sbarro? Thatâll catch her attention.â Peter said sarcastically and deleted the text.
âhave a goodnight :)â He typed out and then shook his head.
âNo. Wayyyy too horny.â He sighed and deleted it again.
ânightâ He wrote out and read it a few times.
âThis is good. I can work with this.â He nodded. He was about to workshop it when a text from you popped up.
âpick a colorâ It said. Peters heart skipped a beat at the vague message and replied with the first color that popped into his head.
âblueâ
âthank uâ You wrote back within seconds. Peters heart stopped pounded and the disappointment that the conversation was over settled in. After all these years of fighting crime together, you two never really managed to make it past the coworkers stage. He was desperate for more but never knew how to get there.
âno homo but I had fun fighting crime with you todayâ You suddenly texted again. A smile tugged at Peterâs lips and he touched his as if it were your face.
âok paw patrolâ He wrote back. Back in your room, you were laughing at his text and trying to think of a witty reply.
âur mad bc you know Iâm the chase đ¶â You texted him.
âif ur the Chase then who am I?â
âplssss ur such a marshallâ You wrote back.
âbut thatâs the third most important dog :(â Peter replied.
âwell yes but heâs cute and wears red so the little paw patrol shoe fitsâ You answered. A blush painted Peters cheeks over you calling him cute but he didnât want to read too much into it.
âIm wearing red right nowđłâ He texted back.
âoh I bet you areâ You answered, making him laugh. He kept the conversation going for about an hour before duty called once again. Peter groaned and put his suit on before swinging to the scene of the crime. He met you there and stopped the crime before stopping on a nearby rooftop to rest.
âThese burglars arenât very considerate of our sleep schedules. Who robs a Jersey Mikes after midnight? Or, like, ever?â Peter huffed as he tugged his mask off.
âI know. Theyâre always at inconvenient times. I was in the middle of painting my nails.â
âCan I see?â He asked in a soft voice. You pulled your gloves off and held out your hand for him to see.
âLook. Blue. But I only got half way through before Mikeâs was targeted.â
âItâs okay. They still look pretty.â Peter complimented you with a soft smile.
âThanks. You picked a good color.â You replied.
âWhat do you mean?â He frowned.
âI told you to pick a color. This is why.â You explained and held out your hand again. His eyes lit up at this new information and he took your hand to see your nails closer.
âYou let me chose your nail color?â He smiled fondly.
âWell I didnât know what to chose so I thought Iâd ask the audience.â You shrugged and felt shy all of the sudden.
âOh. And Iâm the target audience, huh?â Peter smirked and turned towards you.
âI never said target.â You teased him and shoved him shoulder.
âI must be hearing things, then.â He shrugged as you both smiled.
âYeah. Must be.â You said in a soft voice as you stared into his eyes. Peter gulped before making a bold move and taking your hand again under the guise of looking at your nails.
âLook at you. You even got my favorite shade.â He noted.
âYou like âEating For Blueâ?â You pretended to gasp.
âIs that really the name of the color?â He laughed.
âUh huh. It was apart of Essieâs baby fever collection. I almost chose âAll In Blue Timeâ but thatâs one tends to get little air bubbles and they give me agida. And I used to have âA Dream Come Blueâ but it rolled under the sink so it belongs to the dust bunnies now.â You shrugged as you checked out your nails.
âWow. This is all new information to me. So, are all nail polish colors named after puns and wordplay?â He asked as he stared into your eyes. He didnât really care, but he was finally getting somewhere with you and didnât want it to end.
âIn my experience, yes. Not always color related wordplay but always something that makes you go yeah, I guess this shade of beige is what the word âladylikeâ would be as a color.â
âThis is blowing my mind right now.â Peter chuckled.
âYou mean blue-ing your mind.â You corrected and tapped the side of your head.
âI think you inhaled too many of those fumes. Because that was not funny.â Peter said through a laugh.
âWhat?â You pretended to be offended. âYouâre literally laughing right now. Iâm so funny.â
âYou are.â Peter admitted when his laughter died down. You stared into eyes for a minute before smiling.
âIs that what you rumored saw in me?â You asked him.
âProbably.â He chuckled. âI also heard a rumor that I think youâre really pretty. Like, the prettiest girl I was ever rumored to have allegedly seen.â
âNow youâre the one whoâs looney from the fumes because thatâs a straight up lie. I know youâve seen prettier girls because I was standing right next to you when Anne Hathaway left that diner.â You said without making eye contact with him. Things were moving a little too fast and you needed it hit the brakes for a second.
âOh, yeah. Youâre right.â Peter forced a laugh and awkwardly looked over at the cityscape when he realized you were politely telling him to pull back.
âBut I appreciate it.â You said after a beat of silence.
âOf course. Sorry. I donât know what I was thinking saying that.â He laughed nervously. âI was just getting caught up in the fake dating. Weâve been doing it for so long that it felt real.â
âWe only started this morning.â You reminded him.
âRight. Well, itâs late. Iâm gonna go home.â He said quickly and stood up. He had just blown that and needed to leave as quickly as possible.
âOkay. Goodnight. See you at school.â You called after him. Peter swung home with tears in his eyes and went straight to bed, missing your text about having fun fighting another crime.
The next day at school, Peter decided to start over and push last night from his mind. He played the part of your boyfriend to the best of his abilities and opened every door, pulled out every seat, and carried ever book for you all day long. Then he did it the next day, and the day after that. He kept his mouth shut about his feelings day in and day out no matter how painful it was getting. You and Peter had finally moved past the coworker stage and become real friends so he didnât want to sabotage it all by telling you that he spent his days wishing for more.
âWhat are your plans tonight?â You asked him one day as you walked out of class together.
âMy aunt is going out with her friends so I was probably gonna watch a movie on my couch. But on my laptop with my earbuds in. Likely in my boxers. Likely with an entire package of Twizzlers. Why?â
âWell I was gonna suggest that we hang out but you sound booked.â
âReally? You want to hang out?â Peter asked with much more enthusiasm than he intended.
âIf you want. Iâm not doing anything as exciting as boxers and Twizzlers.â
âI would love to. Iâll put on pants for you. I promise.â
âSounds good.â You laughed. âText me your address, okay?â
âSure. Or you could walk with me now. Unless youâre tired of me and need a break before we hang out.â Peter suggested as you left campus together.
âItâs funny you say that. I was just telling my mom the other day that I never get tired of you.â You said casually.
âYou..you donât?â Peterâs face heated up as he followed you down the sidewalk.
âI donât. I usually need a break from other people if weâve been together awhile but itâs different with you. It doesnât feel like Iâm using my social battery if that makes sense.â
âIt makes sense.â He smiled shyly as your hands bumped against each others. He was about to make a bold move and take your hand despite no one being around but you suddenly moved it to hit the crosswalk button.
Back at Peterâs apartment, he awkwardly gave you a tour and wished he had picked up his clothes before leaving the house that morning. You didnât seem to mind the socks and boxers strewn across his room because you were too focused on all the little things he kept on his shelves. You picked up a picture frame of your freshman year high school class that had you and Peter seated right next to each other. Your friendship had only just begun so you often forgot how long you knew him for.
âSo this is your room.â You smiled and put the picture back.
âYup. This is where the magic happens.â Peter said and immediately cringed at himself.
âOh really?â You raised an eyebrow.
âYeah. This is where I practice magic. Wanna see?â He asked and picked up a deck of cards. You laughed and went over to take one.
âIs your card the ace of spades?â He asked.
âQueen of hearts.â You snorted and turned the card around.
âYouâre the queen of my heart.â He whispered.
âDid you say something?â You asked as you looked at all his Legos.
âI asked what you wanted to do tonight.â He lied.
âI donât know. We have the place to ourselves. We could do something rated R.â You said with a coy smile.
âLike what?â Peter gulped.
âWatch an R rated movie, you perv. Your aunt isnât here to stop you.â
âYou remember me telling you that Iâm not allowed to watch R rated movies in the living room anymore?â Peter blushed at you remembering something he had randomly told you long ago.
âAre you referring to the time you watched Tusk at full volume while she had her friends from work over for the first time? How could I forget?â
âIn my defense, I didnât know what the movie was about. And I didnât think her friends were gonna come into the living room and see that guy getting turned into a walrus.â
âYeah, the title and cover art gave no indication that the movie would end that way. But thatâs not a bad idea actually. Letâs watch something scary.â
âOkay.â Peter agreed and followed you out into the living room. He turned off the lights and got some snacks while you picked a movie. He hated scary movies but he was not about to tell you that. Instead, he sat on the couch beside you as a respectful distance and handed you a bag of chips. As the movie went on, you got closer and closer to each other. Peter had never really seen you scared before but you were practically in his lap just 40 minutes into the movie. You reached into the bag of chips at the same time as Peter and your fingers touched. You both froze and looked at each other as your faces heated up.
âShit. Iâm not wearing a condom.â Peter sighed, making you yank your hand out and laugh.
âYouâre stupid.â You laughed and turned back to the movie just as a jump-scare happened. You screamed and jumped closer to Peter.
âThis is so scary. Why did I pick this movie?â You asked as you drew your knees up and leaned into his side.
âYeah, same.â He replied, not even listening. He couldnât hear anything over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. You were cuddled into his side with your head on his shoulder and knees in his lap with a blanket drawn up to your nose. He knew you were only cuddling him because you were scared but it didnât even matter at that point. The movie went quiet for a minute and then made a loud sound, sending you to burry your face into Peterâs neck.
âTell me when itâs safe to come out.â You whispered into his ear. Peter gulped and wrapped an arm around you to fully protect you from the movie.
âI will.â He said in a soft voice. You peaked your head out a few minutes later but stayed nestled into Peterâs side. You realized his arm was around you and smiled a little.
âOh, this isnât so bad.â You shrugged as the main character got eaten alive.
âI donât understand you.â Peter chuckled and looked down at you. You laughed as well as you looked into his eyes. He was about to say something when another sharp sound from the movie caused you to jump.
âHold my hand.â You blurted and grabbed his hand. Peter happily accepted and clasped your hand before holding it under his chin. You stayed in that position for a long time and watched the movie. You were both so focused on the screen that you didnât hear May opening the front door and coming in.
âHey. Iâm home.â She said, making you both scream.
âOh, hi May.â Peter greeted while he realized it was just her.
âItâs nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker. Iâm-â
âI know.â She smirked. âIâll just be in my room. But, Peter?â
âYeah?â
âNo going in your room with the door closed, okay? Iâm home. And we have thin walls. Just keep that in mind.â She said, making Peter turn bright red.
âGot it, May.â He mumbled. She winked at you and disappeared into her bedroom.
âYou told your aunt we were dating?â You whispered to Peter in confusion.
âNo.â Peter answered honestly. âI guess she just assumed we were.â
âWow. Sheâs just like the kids at school.â You shook your head. âI donât get it. Why does everyone think weâre dating?â
âI meanâŠâ Peter trailed off and looked down at your clasped hands. You hadnât realized you were still cuddling and quickly jumped off of him. Peters heart sank and the longer he sat in the absence of your body heat, the more upset he felt.
âYou just jumped off of me like I was sharp.â He said without looking at you.
âI didnât want your aunt to see us cuddling and think-â
âAnd think what?â He snapped, cutting you off. You gutted your head back in surprise and let out a nervous laugh.
âWoah. Whatâs going on with you? She already knows about your secret life. We donât have any reason to pretend weâre dating in front of her.â
Peter stared at you for a long time as the word âpretendâ cut into him like a knife. Every time he thought you were going somewhere, he was reminded that it didnât actually mean anything to you.
âYeah. Youâre right.â He mumbled and looked at the movie again. You kept your eyes on him and felt guilty. You had so much to say to him but you felt unable to speak.
âPeter-â
âI donât think we should pretend to date anymore.â He blurted, cutting you off once again. Your eyebrows went up in surprise and you got a sick feeling in your tummy that you had just ruined something really important.
âWhat? Why not?â
âItâs stupid. No one even cares anymore.â He shrugged. âWe donât have to fake a breakup or anything but I donât want to hold hands or play along anymore. Iâm done.â
âWhat changed?â You asked in a soft voice. He was still looking at the movie while you were fully turned to face him.
âNothing changed. Thatâs the problem.â He said and angrily got off the couch. You quickly caught his hand and he stopped. He looked down at the ground and let out a sigh. He knew it wasnât fair to be mad at you if he hadnât told you what was wrong. He slowly turned around and looked at you.
âFive years ago, you showed up to the same robbery at an all night CVS that I was at and I realized we knew each other from AP Spanish class because I had asked you earlier that day how to conjugate âponerâ and you said âpusisteâ and I laughed because I thought you were joking but you werenât and then that night you heard me tell the burglar that he betterâpusisteâ the money back into the register.â Peter began.
âOkay. Wow. That was a really long sentence.â You laughed softly. âBut I remember that. I laughed and told you that you better remember that for the test.â
âYou did. Thatâs how I knew it was you.â He smiled at the memory. âI failed that test, by the way. I still canât conjugate âponer.â And I still think it means âbonerâ even though I know itâs a verb. But anyway, that night, I couldnât sleep because I was so excited to have met you. Even though we technically already knew each other, that night put us in each others radars. I could not believe that I had met my match. Youâre into science like me and sarcastic like me and you understand this side of my life because you have the same side. But despite running into each other on patrol almost nightly and seeing each other around school, I barely got you to notice me. I donât think you even knew my name until we ended up going the same college. You called me âTimmyâ all throughout high school.â
âYou seriously look like one. Itâs uncanny. I donât know what it is.â
âI thought things would change when I found out we were going to the same college. The campus is so small I figured thereâs no way we wouldnât become friends. But even then, we hardly ever talked and when we did it was always about work. I didnât even know where you lived until last semester.â
âI remember that too. The first night we really bonded was when you fell off that roof because you were trying to show me how to do a backflip.â
âYeah, Iâve never been able to do a backflip.â He admitted. âI only said I could because you said you always wanted to learn how to do one and I assumed given my abilities Iâd be able to do one if I just followed my body. But I busted my ass and you were kind enough to sneak me through your window and patch me up with some Scooby Doo bandaids.â
âIt was all I had.â You shrugged.
âAnd you gave it to me anyway. Because youâre kind and compassionate and Iâm justâŠIâm crazy about you.â Peter finally admitted. âI was so excited when we started hanging out more this semester but it always ended up crushing me when I remembered that we just doing it to keep people from finding out the truth. I really, really love our friendship and if Iâm ruining it all by saying all this then at least I can die with it off my chest.â
âWait, now Iâm confused. Are you dying?â
âMaybe.â He shrugged. âIt feels like I am every time you and I start to get close and then I remember this is all pretend for you.â
âSo itâs not pretend for you?â You asked quietly. Peter stared into your heads for a minute and then shook his head.
âNo. I was never pretending. I like you.â He told you. Your facial expression didnât change as you stared back at him. Peter was really starting to panic until a smile tugged at your lips.
âSit back down.â You told him.
âIâm sat.â He said and rushed it sit down. You nestled back into his side and laid your head down on his shoulder. Peter smiled and rested his head on top of yours, finally pleased with the way a conversation with you went. You both turned your attention back to the movie just in time for it to end.
âHm.â You huffed. âThat was supposed to be us symbolically finishing the movie as a real couple but it appears weâve already arrived at the credits. Now what?â
âWe could watch Tusk.â Peter suggested at the same time you said âWe could make out.â
âI never actually saw Tusk but I always wanted to.â You gasped and hit his arm with excitement.
âOr we could do your thing.â Peter forced a laugh and tried not to sound as desperate as he felt.
âLet me see if I can find it.â You said as you scrolled through the streaming services on his TV.
âOr we could do your thing.â
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Summary: Your brother Jay invited his friend Sunghoon over to spend the night at the house. The three of you had mostly grown up together, so you knew him pretty well. Something's off with him... he keeps looking at you.
Warnings: Male Reader, Muscle Kink, Rough Sex, Brother's Best friend, Breeding, Spit play, Pet names (Baby), Soft Dom Sunghoon, Sunghoon has a big dick, Aftercare, Jaywon (briefly)
Wordcount: 3.5k
You woke up from a midday nap to the smell of food being cooked downstairs. The Sun was still shining into your window, but you could tell it was the afternoon by its dark orange color.
Climbing out of bed, you remembered your parents said they'd be out of town for the week. Probably because it was spring break for you, and they didn't want to be around when both their kids would be home again. They were way too happy to send you and your brother off to college...
You put on some sort of t-shirt before leaving your room to investigate the kitchen. There were two voices; one was Jay, your brother. The other was Sunghoon, his best friend since you were five years old. Sunghoon and Jay went everywhere together. To the movies, the gym, cafes, and even the same college too. It really felt like they were dating each other with how much Sunghoon was around, even if your parents treated him like another kid.
Stepping into the kitchen, you saw Sunghoon in a sleeveless red shirt with gray sweatpants. Jay was wearing something similar in green and black. They probably just came back from the gym. Jay had shouted something about it before you'd fallen asleep.
"It smells good. What's on the menu today, chef?" You smiled at your brother the way you did when you needed something from him.
"If you do the dishes after dinner, then it's a tomato bruschetta with salmon," Jay replied without looking up at you.
"What!? Why do I have to do the dishes?"
"You want to eat the food I'm working hard to make, then you have to contribute."
You rolled your eyes. "You hate the way I wash the dishes, you always say it's not done right and end up doing them anywayâand what about Sunghoon? He's eating too, so he has to do the dishes!"
Sunghoon was about to protest but Jay beat him to it. "Fine. Both of you start washing these dishes. If it's not clean by the time I'm done, then the dog is eating really well tonight."
Sunghoon didn't bother arguing. "I wash, you dry?" He asked while handing you a clean rag.
Your stomach was too empty to think of a good argument about why Sunghoon was the person who should do everything. "Fine," You snatched the rag from him and lifted yourself onto the counter to sit. For the next ten minutes, you dried the dishes as he handed them to you. Your mind wandered, thinking about how hungry you were. You looked over at Sunghoon washing the dishes, his huge biceps flexing as he worked over every dish. He'd been going to the gym as much as Jay, but he always had a better shape than him. His arms were incredible, his shoulders also pretty broad, and his side profile wasn't half bad either... He definitely wasn't the kid you'd grown up with anymore.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by Sunghoon's eyes looking over at you, catching you staring at him.
"Y/n, you alright?"
"YâYeah, just still a little drowsy..."
Jay finished making the food and started planting the table. "Did you really sleep all day, y/n?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Those are the same pajamas you've been wearing for the past two days..." He dryly replied.
"WellâWhat did you do today, Jay?"
"I cleaned the house, got groceries, picked up Sunghoon, and then we went to the gym. Then we came back here and I cooked for the entire house."
"Three people, but okay... that's supposed to be a break and you're working like a house husband!"
Jay picked up the plate sitting at your place at the table. "So, that's a no to the food?"
"OkayâLet's not get out of hand. You started it."
"That's what I thought," Jay set your plate down and returned to his seat. He waited for you and Sunghoon to finish the dishes and join him. Dinner was pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, with a bowl of fruit. Jay knew you loved breakfast for dinner, and it was all prepared and set to perfection.
You all eat together, not talking very much as you focus on the food. Sunghoon was wolfing the food down like usual, making a mess.
"Hey, you're going to get food on the floor!" You pushed him slightly, "I'm not cleaning the floor if you make a mess."
He replied with a mouth full of food, "Relax, Mom!" Sunghoon has egg on his face and crumbs on his shirt.
You pinched the egg off his face and tossed it to the dog to eat. But when you looked back at Sunghoon, he was staring at you.
"What? Were you gonna eat that?" You asked.
He shook his head, "No, it's nothing."
The air hung heavy between you. Sunghoon has been acting like that sometimes around you, creating some sort of tension between you. But you couldn't think of what you could've done to make him bothered by you. He was fine earlier...
Jay cut through the silence. "Well. Sunghoon, are you still staying the night?"
Sunghoon nodded. More invested in the food now, even though his plate was almost empty.
Jay turned to you, "Y/n, you doing anything tonight? We can all hang out if you want."
You shrugged. "I don't think I've got anything for me. So I'll be around."
The three of you continued dinner without much extra conversation. You went back to your room, Jay started washing the dishes from dinner, and Sunghoon stayed in the kitchen to talk to Jay.
You watched some TikToks in your room until you got a text from Sunghoon.
SH: Hey...
You sat up in bed so you could give it more attention. Why would he put the ... in there?
YN: What's up?
SH: I hope I didn't make you upset earlier. About the dishes. You were kinda giving me daggers, so I just wanted to make sure we're cool.
YN: Of course! I didn't mean to look upset, I was just thinking.
SH: What, about?
YN: Random stuff, I can't even really remember it now...
You knew you couldn't just say, "Oh I was thinking about how good you've been looking these days. Great gains, bro!" You needed to play it cool.
SH: Oh, okay. Can I get your thoughts on something?
Your heart raced, just for a moment.
YN: What is it?
SH: What do you think about this, hot or not? Jay says not.
You stared at the picture of Sunghoon in the gym's locker room. You tried not to laugh at his expression.
YN: I think you could work on your expression. Try smiling or something. Most guys just focus on showing their body rather than their face at the gym anyway.
There was a pause in the messages. Sunghoon didn't reply for a full five minutes...
SH: What about these?
YN: Sunghoon, why do you need me to tell you if you look good? You've always been the most handsome out of you, me, and Jay.
SH: Well, Jay won't even look at them. But it's good to know you think I'm good-looking.
You blushed and scoffed at your phone... You couldn't tell if he knew what he was doing to you. Your body was going crazy.
YN: Well, whatever. I think the photos are all fine.
SH: Last one.
You braced yourself for another sleeveless selfie, but what you got was way better.
You almost dropped your phone when you saw him shirtless. He was absolutely doing it on purpose. Making sure not to actually show you anything, just some collarbone.
SH: Thoughts?
YN: Yep, still looks good.
SH: Well, you can send me photos too. Let me rate you.
You caught a look of yourself in the reflection of your phone. You looked more than a little rough.
YN: Um, I don't really have photos...
SH: Then should we fix that? I can take some photos for you.
YN: Why do I need pictures?
SH: ...I dunno. It just felt fair, since I forced you to look at me. I should look at you too.
You thought about sending Sunghoon photos of yourself. What kind of photos would he even want?
YN: What kinda photos are we talking about?
SH: Anything, I'm just here to help. Just like you did for me.
You spent almost twenty minutes trying to find a photo that seemed decent enough to send. Changing your outfit, messing with your hair, cleaning your room a little bit. You settled on a candid photo of you reading a book in some loose-fitting clothes. Your shirt was almost falling off your shoulders, and your shorts barely peeked out to show you were wearing any. You sent it to Sunghoon and waited anxiously for his response.
SH: Looks good.
You frowned at his response. You really look all the time just to get that kind of response from him... You tossed your phone away from you and went to the living room to find Jay and Sunghoon. Both were sitting on the couch, using their phones. But as soon as you walked in, Sunghoon tucked his phone.
"I'm gonna hit the bathroom really quick." He said as he brushed past you.
Jay didn't acknowledge it, but you sure did. Sunghoon was acting weird again.
"Jay, have you noticed anything about Sunghoon lately?"
He shook his head. "Nope. Same old Sunghoon."
You scoffed at your brother. "Since when have you been so uncaring?"
"And since when did you care so much?" Jay raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his phone.
"Never!" You turned and stormed off from Jay. Clearly, he wasn't going to be helpful, so you needed to get to the bottom of things yourself. As soon as you got into the hallway of the bathroom, you could see the light was on, but the door was barely open. The bathroom door got messed up when Jay closed the door too hard, making it difficult to keep the door shut. A small push could open it. But Sunghoon didn't know that. You moved forward to pull it closed, but then heard Sunghoon breathing heavily.
You leaned closer to the door to listen.
"...Jeez. You're so beautiful. Y/n, holy fuck." Sunghoon softly moaned.
You moved to peek through the crack. Sunghoon was jerking himself to something on his phone, moaning your name. You didn't realize you were holding your breath watching him. His hand stroked quickly, his hair bounced lightly, and his mouth hung open with his eyes squeezed shut. His thick arms pulsed, and his veins popped. His legs shook and shifted in pleasure. You inched closer to get a better look at Sunghoon's phone, but accidentally touched the door which creaked slightly and scared Sunghoon.
"YâY/N! Iâ" Sunghoon scrambled to cover himself but he dropped his phone while doing it. His phone landed face up, showing what he was masturbating to; the photo of yourself you'd sent earlier...
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk here..." You said as you turned around and shut the door.
There was shuffling, and then the door opened. Sunghoon's face was wracked with guilt. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I..." His voice trailed off, not knowing what to say.
You turned to him. "Be honest."
He gulped before opening his mouth to answer. "IâI'm really into you, y/n. I've been like this for a while... And, I get it if you're not interested in me."
You stepped forward and kissed his cheek, leaving him dumbfounded. "Come to my room tonight. Wait till Jay's asleep." You walked off toward your room without waiting for his response. You couldn't look him in the face after what you'd seen. All you could think about was his dick and the expression he was making, replaying again and again in your mind. You stayed in your room for the rest of the night, and when Jay knocked on your door to check on you, you told Jay that you didn't want to hang out anymore.
Around midnight, the house had fallen asleep except for you. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you heard a soft knock at the door.
"Y/n? It's me." Sunghoon whispered through the door.
You opened the door and let Sung Hoon in. You sat down on your bed, and he sat down on the far end of it, awkwardly looking at you in the low light of the moon that dripped in from your window.
"I've already seen it, so you can't be awkward with me now." You stated, trying to start the conversation.
"I know... I just didn't want you to find out like that. It's embarrassing." He scratched his head. "You just looked so good in that picture. The moment I saw it, it was hard. And then I saw you in person. I needed to deal with it."
You shifted a little closer to him. "Well, you were sending those pictures first. I was just following your lead."
"I wasn't trying to be sexy in the pictures..."
"Well, you're bad at not being sexy. And, why would you send that shirtless one if you weren't making a pass at me."
Sunghoon's ears went pink. "WellâMaybe I was fishing a little. But I didn't think you'd send anything back to me."
"So it's my fault?"
He turned to you. "No! I didn't mean it like that. I meantâ" Sunghoon couldn't finish his sentence as he watched you unbutton your shirt.
"What? Aren't you going to get undressed?"
Sunghoon looked away from you. "Wait, what's actually happening right now?"
You shyly started putting your shirt back on. "I thought you came so we could... have sex. Or something. That was dumb, I'm sorryâ"
Sunghoon knelt down in front of you and stopped your hands. "No, it's not dumb. I liked it. I was just thrown for a second. We can do that if you want. But I want to take it off you if you'll let me."
You let your hands rest, Sunghoon slowly stripped off your shirt, touching you gently, caressing your skin, and breathing in your scent deeply as he did. Once your shirt was off, he tossed his aside roughly, revealing his muscular torso to you. You automatically looked away, but he sweetly pulled your chin to face him.
"You can touch me, y/n." He spoke with softness in his voice and looked up at you with warm eyes.
You placed a hand on his shoulder. It was stiff and strong. You traced his muscles down his arm until your hands met his and locked into his fingers.
"We'll go however far you want, y/n. Whatever you want, I'm all yours." He kissed your hand.
"Can you call me baby?"
He chuckled. "Baby."
Your heart fluttered at his deep voice calling out to you.
"Baby, can I touch you?"
You nod.
Sunghoon uses his other hand to wrap around your waist and lift you off the bed, moving you so he'd sit on the bed and you on his lap. "Is this okay?" He slightly leaned in for a kiss, pausing for your consent.
You nod again. Leaning in to meet him.
Sunghoon's hands traced your chest before landing on your hips. Your hands traveled up his waist and stopped at his neck as the two of you made out. Every time you moaned Sunghoon would pull you closer to him, squeezing you slightly. You could feel him slowly grinding into you, his hips lurching upward for just a moment of sensation. You arch your back, laying your ass down to meet him, earning a groan from him.
"Keep doing that, baby." He moaned into the kiss.
You pulled away from the kiss. "We can keep moving forward."
Sunghoon lets you climb off of him. The both of you face away from one another as you toss aside your pants and underwear, leaving you both naked.
You felt a little too exposed. "Actually, can I have my shirt back?
Sunghoon handed it to you, and you took it without looking back at him. You slipped it on but left it unbuttoned and open. Slowly, you turned around to let him see you.
"You look amazing with it on. Good call." He complimented.
You blushed at his compliment and lay on the bed. "Are you coming?"
Sunghoon crawled onto the bed, positioning himself over you. "Are you prepared, or do you need me to do it?"
You covered your face. "Don't ask embarrassing questions. Just check if it's enough for you."
Sunghoon smiled. "Will you lick my fingers?"
You moved your hands just enough to show your mouth and let it open. He delicately placed his fingers on your tongue and let you work them over, tossing and turning them. You got them so wet that they were dripping as he took them out.
"Jesus, that's hot." Sunghoon put them in his mouth.
"Hoonâ" He then slipped two fingers into you, making you cover your mouth so you didn't slip out any loud noises.
Sunghoon pushed and pulled softly, searching around and bending his fingers. When he found your spot, he felt you suddenly squeeze his fingers. "There it is. Now, I know where to aim."
You were starting to drool with all the foreplay. Or maybe it was an overexcited thing. Either way, Sunghoon noticed and licked your cheek, drinking your spit.
"We're going to start now. Anything you need to do?" He asked one more time for your consent.
"I've been waiting for you to get to it..." You muttered.
"Oh, baby, are you getting impatient?" He teased me.
You didn't answer and Sunghoon lined himself with your hole before slowly sliding his length inside you. You held the sheets of the bed, trying to control your noises as he filled you. He was so big, and every vein and twitch felt like an explosion inside of you. You struggled to stay still while you got used to him.
"You can do it, baby."
You moaned. "Seven inches is more than I've had before..."
"Did you count my inches with your hole? How lewd." Sunghoon chuckled. "And, we're not done yet."
Your mouth twitched a smile. "Just put it all in then."
Sunghoon put his hands on either side of your hips and pulled up into him, putting the last two inches into you.
"Nine!?" You almost screamed.
"Maybe it's 9.5, but who's counting? Now, stay quiet, or Jay will wake up." He leaned down to you, sliding his hand under your head. "Bite me if you need to."
You thought you didn't need to until you felt his hips move, and then your mouth instantly fixed itself to Sunghoon's collar. He groaned as he started moving slowly but picked up the pace when you moaned. Your thighs were raised, and your legs were around his waist, shaking as Sunghoon pulled you into him to meet his thrusts. You could feel Sunghoon's muscles moving and tensing as he controlled your body. He leaned back to see his work on you and caught you staring at his chest. His pecs were so big and bounced with every thrust.
"Oh? Does Baby like my chest? Wanna touch it?"
You nodded breathlessly.
Sunghoon leaned back down for you to touch them comfortably.
You squeeze them, pinching on his nipples. You were mesmerized by them.
"Since you like them so much, I'll keep them nice and big for you, okay?" Sunghood cool to you.
"OâOkay." You moaned as you held his pecs in your hands, kneading them roughly. The sensations were so intense you didn't even notice you'd already finished once, cum painting your stomach.
Sunghoon's thrusts got sloppier, losing their rhythm as his moans got shakier.
"I'm almost there, baby, hold on a little longer." He growled, hitting a few more times before his cum spilled into you. Which makes you cum again, painting yourself with more ropes of white. Sunghoon rode out his high, thrusting a few more times before pulling out. Cum spilling out of you, onto the bed.
Your body shook and convulsed every few seconds from the rush. You were a sticky mess, and Sunghoon took care of everything. He went into the bathroom and got you hot towels to clean you. And then he carried you to your bathroom so you could do your business. While you took care of yourself on the toilet, Sunghoon changed the sheets and waited for you to come out of the bathroom with new pajamas ready.
Sunghoon tucked you under the covers. "Goodnight, baby, I'll see you in the morning." He got under the covers with you to cuddle you.
You grabbed his arm. "You're not leaving? What about Jay?"
Sunghoon laughed. "He knows. I talked to him. He should be at Jungwon's house right now doing the same as us."
"Why would you tell himâJungwon!? They're a thing!?"
"Since forever. And Jay's known for ages that I've liked you. After I talked to him about what happened, he chewed me out for being a pervert and jerking off in the house, but he gave me his blessing. So we don't need to worry about him~"
The two of you cuddled together for the night. You drifted to sleep to the sound of Sunghoon's heartbeat, plotting about your next morning...
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Your series is on toppp, i was always waiting for your new post especially that gojo series lmao. Anyways, can we get a gojo x innocent!reader?? Make them likee childhood friend and gojo takes her virginity lolll.
Thank you sm love, I hope you enjoy it <3 You know I've never given Gojo a virgin in anything, it's his first time for me lmaooo! đ©·đ©·đ©·
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x virgin reader
Contents/warnings: cute fluff, friends to lovers, first time/loss of virginity, oral sex (M and F receiving), explicit sex, pet names, not much plot lol, just smut fr
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đ©· First Time đ©·
You are sitting next to Satoru on his couch as you all watch one of his silly movies. He has laid out a million snacks and treats for the night, including bowls full of Halloween candy from yesterday. Yes, Satoru was twenty two and yes, he still went trick or treating, youâd been dragged along with him all night last night, running from house to house.
Your feet still hurt, youâre wincing and rubbing them, and Satoru looks over at you with his stupidly pretty eyes, eyes you should be used to after being friends for ten years, but sometimes they⊠well they did things. Satoru seems to be clueless at his effects on you, how when he tickles you, you gasp, how when he pulls you against him, you sigh and inhale his scent.
Youâre pretty bad at hiding it.
Suguru and Shoko make fun of you endlessly, but you are just too afraid to ruin your friendship. But then, youâve also non stop turned down men, left and right, pining away for him. It certainly was not the best way to go about things, but youâre holding out for him to be your first. Even though itâs foolish to think it will happen, you canât help but wait for him.
Satoru was not dating anyone, he really had not dated much since high school, he would have a fling here and there, but mostly he spent time working and then with his friends. With you.
âFeet hurting? Bring âem to Daddy.â He teases with a smirk, and you giggle, rolling your eyes.
âOh gosh, Satoru. You really gonna rub âem?â
âSure am, itâs my fault they hurt. Câmere.â You lean back on the couch and prop your feet up on his lap, as his long fingers press into the soles of your feet, you moan a bit, and he pauses, looking at you.
âSorry.â You say, flustered and overheated, and Satoru looks back at the movie, his tall, lithe body leaning back against the cushions.
âNo need to say sorry, it feels good hmm?â He teases, as you try to focus on the movie, but heâs pressing his fingers deeper, and massaging your feet so good your eyes flutter shut.
âVery good, oof thank you.â You say softly, going to pull them back a bit, but Satoru now has raised his massage to your ankles. You gasp. âThat tickles!â
âDoes it? Youâre so ticklish.â Heâs running little circles on your ankles then, and your thighs shift as his hands slip even higher, to your calves.
âThat feels⊠really good, mmm.â You whisper, wishing it meant less to you, wishing you did not treasure and drink in every bit of your best friend. His shiny white hair, his perfect straight nose, model cheekbones and pouty lips. Satoru Gojo was the prettiest man youâve ever seen, but itâs more than that.
His little smirk and how his snowy lashes lower over his eyes, his laugh when heâs being silly, how his body looks in that black skin tight gym shirt, his biceps curling as heâs gently brushing your legs. You bite your lower lip then, as heâs still watching the movie, his touches lighter, little caresses down your legs.
âYou have nice legs.â You sputter then, mouth wide, and he peeks at you, a little blush on his cheeks. âWhat you do.â
âUm⊠what? I do?â He looks down at your thighs now, and when his huge hands cover them, you canât stop the little whimper, drawing his attention to you.
âYou doing alright over there?â He asks then, raising a brow, and you cover your face now.
âI have to say something.â You shift your legs down, and Satoru pouts.
âI was having fun playing with them, meanie.â
âSatoruâŠâ You lean forward on the couch, touching his shoulders gently. âI really have to tell you something.â
âGo on then, silly girl.â He taps your nose with a little smile. You take a deep breath, looking into his swirling blue eyes then.
âI want you to be my first.â
âWhat!?â Heâs sputtering now, and jumps up, and then you jump up, turning away and covering your face.
âIâm so stupid, of course you wouldnât. Youâre Satoru Gojo, you can have anyone. And youâre experienced. And-â
âHey, hey.â Satoruâs hands are on your shoulders behind you now, and you tense a bit at the touch, heart racing. âYouâre prettier than anyone Iâve been with, itâs not anything like that.â
âShit, really? You think Iâm pretty?â You whisper, looking back at him, and he exhales, hands squeezing a bit, nodding.
âOf course you are, silly. I tell you that you look cute all the time, do I not?â
âCute. Not pretty.â
âWell, youâre cute and pretty. And⊠youâre a virgin?â He turns you to him then, and you nod shyly, tucking your hair behind your ears. âWhy me the first time, why not a boyfriend?â
You sigh then, fiddling with your hands in front of yourself. âYouâre who I want it with. We can stay friends, it doesnât have to like ruin it, you donât have to date me.â
He blinks his white lashes then, tilting his head. âWhy wouldnât I wanna date you?â
âBecause weâre friends!â
âAnd I like you, a lot. I always have. I thought⊠Well, I thought you didnât like me like that.â
âWhat!?â Itâs your turn now, and he smirks a bit.
âWell, Iâm half naked in front of you constantly, and I barely see you check me out.â
âI do! But I look away when you look at me. You donât check me out!â
âOh, I do.â His eyes dart down your body now, and itâs as if heâs touching you, as he looms over you, so tall, so sexy. âI look away when you look at me. Now, you really want a first time, you have to be my girlfriend, Iâm no hussy.â He states, putting his hand to his chest, and you laugh then.
âI can absolutely do that. How do we seal this boyfriend/girlfriend status then? A selfie? A pinky swear?â You step closer, trailing a hand up his chest now.
âMmm, all of the above. But first, this.â Satoru leans down now, kissing you for the first time, his soft, plump lips pressing on yours, and you gasp at it, before kissing him back, putting pressure on his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, on your tip toes. Satoru moans softly, pulling back, his hands on your waist, then his eyes lock onto yours.
âToru⊠thatâs perfect.â You murmur softly, as you still feel the tingles of your lips, then you realize you have a tear sliding down your cheek. Satoru swipes it away gently, tilting up your chin and bending down, lips against your ear.
âI wanna have you cumming so hard you scream my name, pretty tears falling out of those pretty eyes.â Your body reacts viscerally, your nipples pressed against the little tank top youâre wearing, as he nips your ear then, sending shivers down your spine at the sensation.
âPlease.â Satoruâs kissing down your neck now, hands on your hips, feeling your every curve, your hands enwrap in his silky hair, gasping when he picks you up in his arms like itâs nothing.
âAnything you want, pretty girl.â You melt at his words, as he carries you to his bedroom, laying you down and sliding up your tank then, revealing your breasts, he exhales as he sees them, nostrils flaring. âHoly⊠theyâre so fucking pretty.â
âYou like them?â You ask shyly, and he nods eagerly.
âTake it off, please, be a good girl for me.â Youâre dripping wet already, as you lean up and pull the top over your head, your tits bouncing gently. Heâs gripping them in his big hands then, squishing them and running his thumbs over your nipples, your back arches. âTell me what you like, donât hold back, I want to learn all of you.â
âThat feels good, it feels so good.â You say softly, and he then kisses down to each peak, sucking them into his hot mouth. âSâgood, mmm!â
He hums a bit, his big hand sliding down your tummy, making it tremble, as he finds your shorts, pulling them down. âSo, do you masturbate Miss Virgin?â
âJerk, ugh. Of course I do, ah!â Heâs kissing and nipping on your rib cage now, looking at you with his eyes dilated, pupils so big thereâs just a ring of that brilliant blue now.
âShow me what you do, then Iâll know where you like to be touched most.â Heâs taking your hand now, grinning with those white teeth. âAw, ya blushing?â
âWell, y-yes. Um⊠I donât finger myself, I just rub my clit.â
âOf course, those small little fingers, they canât hit good.â He holds his fingers out, double your length, so long you clench around nothing imagining them, getting wetter when he presses your finger to your clit. âThatâs it, pretty, show me.â
You rub your clit in circles, aching for him, as he stands up, taking off his shirt then, and you drink in his body hungrily, as he drinks in yours. âFuck youâre gorgeous Satoru.â
âAnd youâre gorgeous, best friend. Girlfriend. Shnookums.â
âShnookums!â
âTossing cute names around.â Heâs sliding his jeans off now, just in his dark blue boxers, then you see that outline, making you heat up even more with such strong desire. âGo ahead, keep going, youâre doing good.â
âWant you to touch me.â You whisper, as he sits back on the bed, the springs creaking under his weight, watching as your finger is playing between your lips, taking your hand gently and sucking on your finger then. âOh!â
âYummy. Need to taste you.â He says then, his voice husky, you are crying out when he rubs his fingers along your folds, down your slit, where wetness is pooling down to your entrance.
âToru!â Your hips buck up when he runs circles on your clit, eyeing you carefully now.
âHave you had anything inside this pretty pussy at all?â He asks, sliding down to lay between your thighs now, his hands pressing into the plush of them as he spreads them wide. âSo perfect.â
âNo, I havenât.â You admit, then gasp out when he slides one of his thick, long fingers inside you. âAh⊠ah!â
âFuck youâre so tight.â He pecks little kisses on your thighs, nipping as he studies you, pressing on a spot now that makes you see stars. âThere it is.â
Youâre falling apart as he pumps that long finger in, before stretching it to two, which is so hard to take, you can barely get to his first knuckles. âToru, itâs too much⊠too muchâŠâ
âAww you can take it, canât you? Gotta stretch this tight little pussy for me, Iâm a lot bigger than those fingers.â You can hear the squishing of your wetness as he kisses closer and closer, and youâre entangling your fingers in his hair, pressing against his scalp. âYouâre so needy for me, arenât you?â
You canât speak then, when he kisses the hood of your clit, pulling the fingers out to part your folds gently. Your legs shake on either side of his head as he studies your pussy even more, moaning as he does. âToru, um what are you doing?â
âGonna eat you out, pretty girl. I canât just have a treat like this and not eat it, donât you know I have a sweet tooth?â
âAre you sure, I didnât expect-â
âOh this is my favorite. Youâll love it.â Satoru swipes his tongue up your slit then, and youâre moaning so loud itâs embarrassing, and he exhales, tickling you so good, his cool breath blowing on your overheated cunt. âYummy.â
âToru, fuckâŠâ
âWhat a bad mouth, young lady.â He glares, and you laugh, breathless. âAnd youâre laughing, ah-ah.â He smacks your pussy, shocking you, but you like it, as youâre gushing more arousal out of your little hole. âFreaky little virgin.â
âToru!â
âStop talking back missy.â He smacks it again, and grins at your reaction. âLet me enjoy my treat, hmm?â You just nod, and he dives down now, sliding his tongue in and out of you in the most delicious tongue fuck. Youâre already pulsing around him as he drinks you up, exploring you with his tongue, lips, teeth.
Your back arches, as heâs fucking you with it over and over, his teeth hitting your clit when he swipes up, finally swirling your clit in circles with the tip of his stupidly talented tongue. You canât stand how good it feels, the pressure in your tummy, then you realize youâre going to cum, and cum so hard, you feel everything on fire, every nerve ending lit up.
âGonna cum, gonna cum!â You pant out the words, and Satoruâs moaning against you, leaning up, half his face covered with you.
âCum all over my face, let me drink you pretty.â Heâs not goofy, silly Satoru, heâs some damn sex demon now, as he flicks his tongue once more, and youâre shattering for him, pulling him against you as you cum.
Satoru rides it out with you, continuing to flick his tongue so fast, sipping up the wetness out of your soppy cunt. You feel so good youâre blinded, eyes blinking rapidly to try to focus, to try to cling to this earth. Heâs more serious now as he exhales, fingering you again, sliding two in with ease at how wet you are, hovering over you.
âSuch a good girl, came that much for me? Wanna taste it?â He asks, and you nod nervously, then heâs kissing you, letting you taste your sweet arousal. Your hands slide down his hard abdomen, over the ripples of muscles and sinew, until you find his boxers, tugging. âOh fuck, wanna touch me?â
âYes, please.â
âI wasnât sure your first time.â His care melts you, melts any worries you have away, but when he takes off his boxers and you see him, you panic.
âOh that will never fit!â You watch him chuckle then, his soft hair falling over a brow as you touch it, your tiny hand not covering hardly any of it.
âIt will fit, I promise.â
âWill it hurt?â You ask, brows together, stroking him, watching his eyes flutter shut, biting his lip.
âI havenât been with a virgin. Um, I hear it hurts a bit, but youâre so wet and warmed up, I hope it wonât for long. Iâll go easy on you, the first time.â
âThe first time!?â
âThen weâll get freaky.â You giggle again, stroking him up and down.
âCan I suck you too?â
âYou want to?â You nod and he exhales, getting on his knees then, gently positioning you on all fours. âFuck itâs like my four pm nap.â
âHuh?â
âI nap after work, and you are always in some position. Some new one. Legs spread, ass in the air.â He wraps your hair up, pulling it gently into a ponytail, his pretty cock so thick and intimidating, twitching as you flick your tongue on the pink tip. âOh fuck, that feels good.â
âWhat do you like?â You lap at the pearly liquid weeping from his tip, tonguing it and tasting it, sweet and a little salty, before sucking a couple inches in your mouth, earning his little whimper, so sexy it makes you impossibly wetter.
âAnything you wanna do, fuck. At your mercy here, the tip is the most sensitive. Can you take more?â Satoruâs voice is soft as he presses in further, and youâre moaning around him, nodding. âGood girl.â
âMmm.â Youâre sucking more of him then, as you look up, seeing his perfect form, that happy trail of white hair under that flat belly button, his hard body tensing as you stroke him where your mouth canât reach.
âOkay, too much, I want to last for you. Mmm.â He pulls you off gently now, pushing you back to lay down, settling between your thighs, fingering you with his two fingers again. âAre you sure about this? We can wait.â
âI want this, I really do. I have for so- ah- long. Toru! Close!â Heâs sliding his fingers out then, leaving you whining, as he now presses his thick tip in your entrance, and your eyes lock as you gasp.
âWant to feel you cumming around me, love.â Love that little pet name is destroying you. âRelax, please, donât tense, just trust me. I got you.â
âI trust you, Satoru.â He exhales then, head resting on yours, then presses in, and you whine out at the pain of the first stretch, and he pauses, groaning.
âOh fuck youâre so tight. Are you okay, pretty?â You nod a bit, as he eases back, and youâre gripping his back so tightly your nails are leaving crescent marks. âOh fuckâŠâ
Satoru moans as he presses further in, and youâre full, too full, itâs like nothing youâve known. He sinks in so deep you feel him in your stomach, feel him everywhere, burning the skin as it stretches to accommodate. Satoru studies you carefully, his brow scrunched up, cupping your face with one hand.
âBaby, you all right? Gotta tell me.â
âIâm so full. Itâs just⊠a lot.â He nods, kissing you again, rocking his hips, and then his tip drags on that spot heâd just fingered, and it feels so good, youâre clinging to him. âThere, there!â
âHere?â He does it again, and your eyes roll back, feeling him roll those hips, youâre wetter and wetter with every shallow thrust, and heâs whimpering again, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips parted. âCum on me, please?â
You need no further urging, youâre soaking Satoruâs cock as you cum, and his lips drink your moans, his hands now holding your thighs, sliding them up further, starting to fuck into you now. Youâre falling apart under him, moans ridiculously loud, pleasure is coursing through your body while he fucks you into another orgasm.
âToru, Toru! Mmm!â Satoruâs pretty eyes look into your own.
âCan I go harder, love?â
âYes, please.â
He laughs just a bit. âYou can take it, huh?â
âI can, fuck I can.â He fucks you harder then, pressing your thighs up, and youâre struggling to take more and more of him, as heâs so deep heâs hitting your cervix.
âFeel me here?â He takes your hand, pressing it on your tummy, and he has a wicked grin as he slides in slow, and you feel him there, making you squeak. âYouâre so cute.â
âCute, still, while mmm⊠fucking?â
âCute anytime. Cutie.â He smacks little kisses on your cheeks, somehow heâs dirty and sexy one moment, then sweet and adorable the next. âMwah!â
âSatoru!â You giggle when he leaves a loud kiss on your lips, but then he presses in so deep and grinds, and you lose all sense. Everything is fading, floating.
âCall me Toru when you cum.â
âToru!â You cum all over his cock, arousal dripping down his length, down his balls that are smacking your ass, and he sucks in a breath when he feels your walls fluttering around him.
âTrying to milk me, sheâs greedy already.â You have no clue what he means, all you know is it feels even better, as heâs thickening inside you. âQuestion.â He huffs out then, panting over you, his chiseled body dripping in sweat.
âG-go ahead.â
âOn birth control or I gotta get plan B?â You nervously bury your face into his throat, and heâs laughing softly, stroking your hair as his strokes slow. âBaby gotta let me know, Iâm not gonna pull out, wanna fill you up.â
âIâm on the pill. And t-take it on time.â He sighs, tilting your chin up then, smirking deviously, eyes bright fucking blue and insane.
âIâd cum in you anyway, youâd be cute pregnant.â
âWhat now!?â Heâs slammed his lips on yours again, pressing your thighs up, and then heâs fucking harder, sounds of your skin smacking mixing with your wetness, as he fucks you so hard your tits are bouncing, the headboard is smacking. âTaking it easy, huh!?â
âThis is easy, love. Oh fuck⊠gonna cumâŠâ He moans then, his hands cupping your face, and you feel him throbbing inside you, thickening, you are filled with hot ropes of cum, coating your walls, and you cum just from that, earning his groan. âOh youâre such a good girl.â
Heâs gently pumping, gasping as he pumps even more cum, and your muscles are already pushing it out. He sighs then, smacking kisses on you over and over, every inch of your face, making you so blissful, as heâs fucked any thoughts out of your head, you feel like youâre floating, clinging to him, nails digging in.
âThis better not be just once.â He says with a glare, and you grin, shaking your head and brushing his hair back.
âAbsolutely not just once. Oh! Ouch.â You hiss a bit as he eases out, and you go to look down, but he tilts your chin up, shaking his head.
âDonât look, youâre always scared of blood. Gonna faint.â
âItâs that much!?â
âNo, but youâre sensitive about that. Iâll be right back.â Satoru hops up and you look at the ceiling, you hear a shower running, see the steam rolling into his room, and then heâs back and cleaning you up, before picking you up in his arms. âLet me take care of you, yeah?â
âYeah, I would love that, Toru. Sounds so good.â He has you under the scalding hot water then, sudsing you up with bubbles everywhere, forming little puffy clouds on your breasts then rinsing them, laughing like heâs having a blast. You shake your head as you watch him.
âI used to jerk off when youâd take showers here.â
âYou what now!?â
He just grins, pushing the shower head even lower. âPicturing you, did you ever⊠you knowâŠâ
âSatoru!â
âDid you!?â You look at his shower head nervously, then him, and heâs grinning even wider now. âOh, youâre a bad girl.â
âOh stop it, silly. Maybe once or twice. You have great water pressure. Ah, Toru!â Satoru is now on his knees in the shower, looking up at you and rushing that hot shower water against your clit. You gasp at it, as he wraps an arm around your hip to steady you.
âIâm gonna have so much fun with you.â
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No Man's Land |1|
Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader
Summary: Sam canât help but be drawn to the cute stranger from her gym, even if everything about them makes them the perfect suspect, just when Ghostface has returned.
Warnings: Talks of Killings and Murder
Word Count: 3.5k+
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Sam sighed as she put her key in the door, slowly unlocking each of the locks. She wanted to go to the gym after her shift, but she forgot her gym bag at the apartment. She really needed to look into renting one of the lockers the gym had. Her gym wasnât too far away but coming home meant having to deal with Tara and her friends.
âHey,â Sam greeted.
Tara was stretched out on the couch, Chad had his knees pulled close to him as he sat on the floor, watching whatever movie they had thrown on, Ethan was curled up on one of the chairs, and then Anika sat in the recliner with Mindy draped over her. Sam opened her mouth to ask about Quinn when she heard the usual noise coming from Quinnâs room.
âTheyâve been at it since we got home,â Tara mumbled, rolling her eyes.
Sam chuckled with a shake of her head. The only downside to Quinn as a roommate was how loud she was with her various partners. Sam made her way across the living room and towards her room. She quickly threw on a tank top and some sweats before grabbing her gym bag. She did a quick check to make sure she had a change of clothes, just in case, before grabbing her water bottle and making her way into the kitchen. As she filled her water bottle the sound of Mindy and Tara got louder, arguing about whatever they were watching.
âIâll be back in an hour or two,â Sam said.
âWait,â Chad said, making Sam stop just as her hand rested on the doorknob. âYouâre going to the gym?â Sam nodded. âCool if I join?â
âI thought you preferred the one on campus.â
âI do, but I missed my usual workout time and now itâs crowded,â Chad wrinkled his nose. âI donât want deal with all that.â
It wasnât that Sam didnât want Chad to come with her, she liked working out with Chad. Mindy and Tara never wanted to step foot in the gym, Chad was literally the only person who would ever workout with her anyway. Chad was also a football player and had a solid routine, he taught Sam plenty when she first started working out.
âFine,â she said.
Chad instantly jumped up from his spot on the floor. He rifled through his backpack until he finally pulled out a little gym bag. Chad was pretty much always ready to go to the gym, but he had a habit of doing a pretty intense workout and would always need a change of clothes.
The two of them waved goodbye to the others and began the trek to the gym. It was only about a fifteen-minute walk before the little, locally owned, gym came into view. It was the only thing in an otherwise abandoned parking lot, it was small, it was dated, but it had its own community. Sam knew she was all over the news, her history was out there for everyone to see, but not a single person in the gym ever questioned her or gave her a dirty look. Everyone who went to the gym was there to work out, they were also friendly and willing to help each other out if needed, and the owner was the same way, the kindest old man Sam had ever met. It was also a 24-hour gym, meaning Sam could get there in the middle of the night after a late shift and not be disturbed or she could go earlier, like now, and have the regulars around.
When they finally got there Sam swiped her badge, unlocking the door. As soon as they stepped into the gym Sam took in the slightly crowded room. Chad rested his hands on his hips and took a big whiff of the air. Sam glanced at him out of the side of her eye, furrowing her brow slightly.
âWhat?â Chad asked. âThis is why I love coming here,â he gestured with his hands. âYou can smell the sweat, smell the workouts being done!â Sam shook her head; Chad didnât come to the gym with her often but whenever he did, he was like an overly excited child. âThe one at school has great equipment but it all smells new,â Chad wrinkled his nose. âNo matter whatâŠâ he began rubbing his chin as if he was contemplating the deep question as to how the gym could always smell that good.
Sam lightly slapped him on the shoulder and pushed him towards the weights. She had never worked out in Chadâs gym, she wasnât allowed to since she wasnât a student, but she had seen it a few times and knew Chad was right, the school seemed to have all the new equipment. Her gym didnât have much, just a couple of each of the standard pieces of machinery. The gym had enough to give whoever came in a full workout, but everything was clearly worn-down from years of use. Sam thought the used equipment just added to the gymâs character.
As Sam followed behind Chad towards the weights she caught sight of you over in the back corner of the gym, where you always were. She shook her head, she was there to workout, the sooner she finished her workout, the sooner she could get back home, and the sooner she could go to sleep. They each put in their respective earbuds then each grabbed a set of dumbbells and began their warmup before they could get started on the true workout.
After a quick warmup Sam and Chad both made their way to the chest press machine. Sam did everything in her power not to look at you and only focus on her workout. You were in her peripheral and it was taking all her focus not to turn her head just a little more to get a better visual. She tried to focus on just getting her reps in and that be that. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to listen to her music as she finished up her last few reps.
âHey,â Chad said, tapping her on the arm. She looked up to see he had already finished his workout and was now on his feet and stretching. âSpot me?â he nodded at a bench press that was open.
Sam nodded, she didnât use the bench press often because she usually didnât have a spotter and as nice as everyone was in the gym she didnât want to inconvenience any of them by asking. As much as she wanted to continue her workout, she didnât mind the break if it meant helping Chad.
Sam stood behind the bench as Chad got the weights into place then laid down. She got her hands ready, holding them under the bar as Chad got ready to start lifting. Sam stayed behind Chad, watching as he started doing his reps, ready to grab the bar if he needed. At least thatâs what she was supposed to be doing. The bench press was on the opposite side of the gym still, but it gave Sam the perfect view of you.
Her gaze was intense as she stared straight ahead, stared straight at you. You were across the way, hitting the punching bag, like you usually were. You were one of the regulars at the gym and you ran on almost the same schedule as Sam. Sam had never spoken to you, she couldnât deny that you were quite attractive though. Though being on such a similar schedule as her made her suspicious.
There were times, like now, when you were there, training with a few of the others around in the gym. Then there were times where it was late at night, and no one was in the gym save for you and Sam. Sam had almost left the first time she got to the gym thinking she was alone, only to see you there. The only reason she didnât leave then or any time after that was because you never did anything. You would sometimes acknowledge Sam with a simple nod, like a lot of the regulars, and that was it, otherwise you focused on your workout. You didnât really talk to anyone, though neither did Sam, the only time you truly engaged with someone else was when one of your buddies was with you.
Whenever you were there Samâs eyes couldnât help but gravitate towards you, even across the room. Maybe in another life, one where she wasnât so paranoid, one where she was normal, she might have approached you, just over a year ago she would have even flirted with you, she might have even asked you out, but her life wasnât normal. You were cute but you were mysterious, and a mysterious stranger was exactly what Samâs life didnât need.
âWhat are you looking at?â Chad asked, snapping her out of her daydream.
Sam looked down to see Chad had put the bar back up, even without her assistance. His hands still rested on the bar, but he was looking up at Sam curiously.
âNothing,â Sam said, trying to brush him off.
This was exactly why she liked going to the gym alone. She liked to go to the gym and just get her workout done without any distractions, she also didnât want the others to know about you. You were her little secret, her little crush, the first crush she had had since Richie. If any of the others had learned that she was even remotely attracted to you sheâd never hear the end of it, especially not from Mindy or Tara. Despite hating the gym, if her sister and Mindy knew about you, theyâd be begging her to come with her every day.
âWho is that?â Chad asked. He was now sitting up on the bench and looked back at Sam with a smirk.
Sam closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, she was just hoping she wasnât blushing. Based on the way Chadâs eyes darted from her to you she knew Chad had figured out exactly what she was looking at. âNobody,â she mumbled.
âThat,â Chad pointed at you with a light chuckle. âIs not nobody.â
âTheyâre just a regular at the gym,â she tried waving it off again.
Sam walked off, making her way to the treadmill. She was silently begging for Chad to drop it, she hoped that if she didnât acknowledge it then heâd forget about it, he wouldnât say anything to Mindy or Tara. She hopped on the treadmill and began at a slow and steady speed, she liked to work her way up to a light jog.
She stared straight ahead, ignoring Chad as he leaned against the side of the machine. âSo, you wouldnât mind if I go say hi to them then,â he said. Sam stumbled, nearly tripping over her own feet as she snapped her head towards Chad.
âDonât,â Sam warned.
âIâm just going to ask if they want to spar,â he held his hands up but was already walking away from Sam and in your direction. Sam didnât miss the slight smirk on Chadâs face as he made his way towards you.
Sam let out a huff and started smacking her feet harder as she quickened her pace. If she finished her workout early then she had every intention of leaving Chad there, she might even lock the door and refuse to let him in the apartment for the rest of the night. She couldnât help but glance out of the side of her eye every few seconds, catching sight of Chad as he approached you and tried striking up a conversation. It didnât seem to be going as he intended based on the way you were shaking your head as he gestured from himself to you and then to the boxing ring in the middle of the room.
Most of the time Sam saw you alone at the punching bag. You would have your earbuds in and just focus on hitting the bag, as if the entire world disappeared and it was just you and the bag. At other times, like now, when the gym was busiest, Sam noticed that sometimes youâd get in the ring with one of the guys and spar a bit. You always used the same guys though, you didnât randomly grab someone, and it seemed like you tended to deny anyone who just came up you, like she was sure Chad was about to find out.
After a few minutes of trying to convince you, Chad finally walked back over to Sam with his head hung low. Chad jumped onto the treadmill with a dramatic sigh and began a light walk. Sam rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Chadâs ridiculousness and focused on finishing her workout.
âWhat happened?â Sam finally asked, taking pity on Chad.
âThey said no,â he mumbled, kicking his feet at the treadmill as he continued to pout.
âThey donât usually spar with random people.â Behind Chad Sam could see you getting in the ring with one of your buddies. Neither of you had on any sort of gear besides the tape on your hands. âAnd I think youâre about to see why.â
Chad scrunched his eyebrow then turned back to where you were in the boxing ring, you and your buddy already circling each other. You waited for your friend to throw the first punch, like you always did. You blocked your friendsâ first few shots then you started throwing your own punches. The two of you went back and forth, dealing blow after blow, each of you landed a few hits, but both of you blocked most of them.
âDamn,â Chad whispered.
Sam smirked as she went back to focusing on her workout. Despite never looking back at you she could tell you and your buddy were still at it based on the way Chad never changed the speed of his treadmill, his entire focus seeming to be on you. She wouldnât deny it, watching you spar was something else, you clearly knew what you were doing, it was obvious you had some sort of training. Sam never understood why you didnât spar with others who were willing, until she saw you for the first time, everyone else here was an amateur compared to you.
Sam turned off the treadmill and slowed her pace until she came to a gradual stop. âYou good?â Sam asked. She took a swig of her water while she waited for Chad to acknowledge her presence again.
âWhat?â Chad looked back at her before quickly looking back at you. You brought your knee up, nailing your buddy in the ribs, then didnât hesitate to punch him in the face. Chad visibly winced at the hit before hopping off the treadmill. âLetâs go!â he waved at her as if he was the one waiting on her.
Sam rolled her eyes and followed Chad. Before she walked out the door, she met your gaze as you turned in the ring, the two of you probably only held eye contact for half a second but it was enough to make Sam hold her breath. The last thing she saw before the door closed was you and your buddy resetting your positions and getting ready for another spar session.
Sam had to listen to Chad ramble about you the entire walk home. She usually wouldnât mind her thoughts being consumed by you but since it was Chad rambling, she knew Mindy and Tara would surely hear about it. She was just hoping she could get into the apartment and into her room before Chad started telling them all the details.
Sam put the key in the door, unlocking all the locks once again. âTheyâre just so badass!â Chad said, his eyes wide as he gestured crazily with his hands. âI canât believe you tried to keep them from me!â Sam sighed, pushing the door open.
âWho are you talking about?â Tara asked with a chuckle as soon as the two of them stepped into the living room.
âAnother one of your lovers?â Mindy snarked, laughing at her brotherâs expense.
âNot mine,â Chad quickly denied. âSamâs,â he pointed back at Sam, who instantly froze as she dropped her keys into the little bowl beside the door. She didnât need to look to know Mindy and Taraâs full attention was now on hers.
âYouâre seeing someone?â Tara said. She was already on her feet and in front of Sam by the time she turned around.
âIâm not seeing anyone,â Sam sighed.
âWho is this mysterious stranger?â Mindy asked, coming up right behind Tara, leaving Anika to sit alone without a second thought.
âY/N,â Chad happily supplied. All three girls whipped their heads around to see Chad placed at the dining table, popping open a yogurt. Sam tried to hide her smile, she hadnât known your name, it was a nice name.
âTell us everything!â Tara said, dragging Sam by the hand to the dining table.
âThereâs nothing to tell,â Sam shrugged. âI donât even-â
âTheyâre badass,â Chad interrupted, never looking up from his yogurt. âI asked them to spar, and they said no but then I learned why.â Chad looked up at the ceiling in a daydream like state, tapping his spoon against the yogurt cup. âI want to spar with them even more now.â Sam furrowed her brow, tilting her head at the comment.
âYouâve been holding out on us Sammy,â Mindy said, bumping her shoulder as she plopped down into the seat next to her. Sam flicked a glare at her, but Mindyâs attention was fully on Chad. âSpill,â she ordered, leaning half her body across the table.
Sam crossed her arms and slumped back in her chair. She had to sit there and just listen as Chad rambled on and on about you. She wasnât sure how he could possibly have so much to say, he talked to you for not even ten minutes. He gave the girls a complete recap of their entire gym experience, Sam was definitely regretting allowing him to come with her. He gestured wildly with his hands, trying to mimic the same punches you had been doing.
âWow,â Tara and Mindy said at the same time, both leaning back in their chairs once Chad was done.
âAre you sure youâre not in love with them?â Mindy asked, tilting her head at her brother.
âNo!â Chad said quickly, a little too quickly. âI just think theyâre amazing and I admire their workout routine, and I just want to get to know them and become their best friendâŠâ Mindy nodded but gave her brother an unconvinced look.
âCan we go to the gym with you tomorrow?â Tara asked.
âThey might not be there,â Sam mumbled without thinking.
âOh!â Mindy screeched right in Samâs ear. âYou know their schedule.â She wiggled her eyebrows as she looked past Sam and at Tara who was giving her a knowing nod.
âWe have a very similar schedule,â Sam defended.
âSounds like a match made in heaven,â Mindy sighed, leaning into Samâs side.
âIâm not looking for a relationship!â
âCome on Sam,â Tara sighed, much more calm than before. âYou deserve to be happy. Whatâs the worst that could happen?â
âMy last boyfriend tried to kill all of us,â Sam deadpanned, looking her sister in the eye.
Tara opened and closed her mouth a few times as she nodded. âBut what are the odds of that happening again?â
âGuys!â Anika called, interrupting whatever excuse Sam was going to come up with next. âYou have to see this.â
Everyone got up from the kitchen table and moved to the living room just as Anika turned up the volume. Everyone remained silent as the news played, talking about the murder of two college students. Sam didnât even react to Quinn coming out of her room and joining them.
âItâs got everyone asking, is this the work of Ghostface?â the news reported said, ending the broadcast before showing the picture of the two boys murdered.
âHoly shit,â Mindy said. âThose are the dudes from our film class,â she pointed at the screen.
âWe have to leave, now.â
âWhat? No!â Tara said, instantly trying to fight Sam. âWe donât even know what this is!â she pointed to the TV. âIt could be nothing; they were clearly freaks!â
âAre you really willing to take that risk?â Sam snapped.
âQuinn! Call your dad,â Tara whipped around to look at their roommate. âLetâs at least figure out whatâs going on before you uproot my life.â
Sam held Taraâs glare but didnât argue as Quinn called her dad. She understood where Tara was coming from, she knew Tara wanted things to go back to normal and just wanted a normal college experience. Sam wanted to just cut and run though, even if there was no proof that Ghostface was actually back, she didnât want to take the risk. Sam couldnât help the feeling that it was starting all over again.
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ring camera chronicles - Nico Hischier
Word Count - 1700
Requested - Yes
Author's Note - Even if someone requests it I think this will be my last ring camera type fic. I am someone who hates reusing ideas for different players, and it was really hard to come up with 7 original ideas for Nico. But anyway enjoy and thank you for reading.
Warnings - none
Summary - Seven times that Nico's and your ring camera caught cute 'mundane' moments between you both.
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Being Nicoâs girlfriend naturally meant that you sort of organized lunches with the other wags and tried to keep up to date with them. At first you hated it because you werenât an influencer, you had a normal job and being a planner wasnât part of the job. But after a while you did become close friends with a few of the girls including Jackâs girlfriend. Who was now sitting across from you as she updated all of you on her latest mess with having a ring camera. All about how she didnât want Jack to catch her having all these packages so you went to sneak them in, and got Nico and Luke to help her. Only to find out in the moment that she actually used Jackâs card and he really didnât seem to care. The entire table was crying in laughter, especially when you mentioned that Nico was still a little salty about it 2 weeks later. Lukeâs girlfriend went on to say how much she loves having her ring and how it catches so many cute mundane moments that people tend to forget about, plus it was fun to mess with her boyfriend. Deciding in that moment that you also wanted a ring doorbell to be able to mess with Nico, all you had to do was convince Nico.Â
Once you got home you shyly mentioned to Nico, â hey Neeks I was thinking why donât we get a ring camera?â He doesnât even look up from playing with your puppy and says âokay.âÂ
âWait really?â The shock is clear in your voice.Â
Still playing tug-a-war with the rope toy and currently losing, he answers â yeah if you want plus it makes sense I mean I have one at home for our other flat it makes sense to have one for here. Especially since we are out of the country for 3 months a year.âÂ
âWait, there is a camera for your place in Swittsland?â Generally shocked that you somehow didnât know this information.Â
âYes. Did you think I didnât have cameras if I only lived there 3 months a year? Anyway Iâll order some tomorrow.â As he gets up, and kisses you on the head before he goes to the bedroom to get ready for the gym, leaving a hyper puppy who wants to play and a shocked girlfriend behind.Â
1.)Â One last thing
Itâs something neither you nor Nico even realized that you did. But when it came to those roadies that he would leave the apartment for, rather than you drive him to the airport. Somehow whether it was 5 in the morning or 5 in the afternoon, you always would run out the apartment and almost tackle him for one last hug before he would leave. Snuggling your head into his chest. He would snuggle into the crown of your neck and you would whisper something about having safe travels and good luck. It didnât matter if the roadie was for a weekend or two weeks you always ran out of the apartment calling after Nico saying âone last thingâ before you tackled him for your hug. Once you got a ring camera you noticed and you asked your videographer friend to edit all the clips together so you and Nico could keep it and watch it back.
2.) Iâll always got you
âBaby, are you sure you wanna wear those shoes?â Nico asks as you both get ready to leave to meet the rest of the team and their significant others done the street at the local bar.Â
âYeah, why arenât they cute?â as you check your outfit one last time doing a twirl in the mirror thatâs in your little makeshift foyer of your apartment.Â
âIâm not saying your new shoes arenât cute, they just arenât broken in and I donât want your feet to hurt later.â He admits coming and wrapping his arms around you.Â
âBut their sneakers.â you whine.Â
âYes sneakers meant for fashionâ he argues.Â
âSays the man who wears Jordans when he goes hiking.â To which he gives you a knowing look and you donât want to get into the fact heâs âbuilt differently as a European.â Even if itâs 100 percent true because that evaluation ainât meant for the weak even in the cities.Â
âIâll be fine.â you whisper as you both exit the apartment. He jokingly looks at the ring camera and says âyou got that right she will be fine.âÂ
Now a few hours later, the ring camera picks up you guys coming home and you were in fact being carried by Nico at this point. A very sweaty and out of breath Nico. In your tipsy state all you could do is laugh as you attempted to unlock the door, at Nico literally hands on knees trying to catch his breath.Â
âArenât you supposed to be a professional athletic Neeks.âÂ
âProfessional athlete does not mean I should carry a very tipsy girl who wouldnât stop shifting her weight almost a whole kilometer home and not be out of breath.â he counters and all you can do is chuckle finally getting the door unlocked. Nico looks directly at the camera and says âI just wanna state for the people, that she was in fact NOT FINE with those shoes.âÂ
âNeeks what people only we have access to the footage.â you giggle.
He rolls his eyes and although youâre not sure what he said you know he cursed at you in Swiss German under his breath as you both stumbled into your apartment.
3.) Baby itâs here!
Nico came up from the mailroom with a giant package in his hands. He's so excited he rings the doorbell even though he knows your at work because the care package finally arrived.Â
âBABY ITâS HERE!â not caring how loud he sounded to his neighbors. âOoo I am so excited I know she set some of my favorite Swiss chocolate and other candy too.â Nico had the biggest smile on his face, you swear when you watched it back on your break he looked more excited then a toddler waking up on Christmas morning to see what Santa left him.Â
Deciding to text him to tell him not to eat too much before dinner even though you know there is really no point because, when it came to candy from home and Nico he will always eat as much as his sister is willing to send in one sitting
4.) Are you alright?
Nico gets a notification while he is away on a roadie for âmovement in front of camera.â Since he was already dressed and ready for practice he decided to check the notification. He noticed it was you coming home at an earlier time than normal and you didnât look good. Immediately heâs Facetiming you in the locker room, making sure you have everything you need and even doing a Doordash CVS order to your apartment with a bunch of different flavors of gatorade and Mucinex. Nico has his full pout because he is very worried about his girlfriend who is getting sick and the fact that he is 2000 miles away.Â
5.) You didnât see that
 After being exhausted after a long day of work and running a bunch of errands. The last thing you wanted to do was make multiple trips down the elevator to the parking garage to get all the groceries, your work bag, your lunch box and purse. Of course as soon as you pass the mailroom you see that you received a few Amazon packages. Again deciding one trip was better than multiple you somehow balance the boxes and make your way to the elevator. But of course as soon as you get to the front door as you're trying to reach for your keys to unlock the door everything tumbles. Without even thinking you deadpan to the camera  â you didnât see that.â But then you wince because of course you hear Nicoâs loud laugh through the ring microphone. Of course in that exact moment he decided to check to make sure you got home okay since he knows you have anxiety driving at night when the roads are icy.Â
6.) Shhhh will you some people are sleeping!
After coming home around 2 AM due to a delayed plane because of bad weather he finally comes home from his weekend roadie. Of course the ring camera starts to record as soon as it detects motion, recording how slow Nico is being trying to sneak into the apartment. But of course he somehow forgot about your 10 month Bernese Mountain puppy who starts barking at the top of his lungs. Running to attack Nico because he was so happy that âdad was home.â Of course the camera caught everything including Nico cursing in German for his failed attempts. But then heâs picking up your very big puppy trying to get him to quiet down because âhey donât you know its 2 AM, your mama trying to sleep bubs.â . The next morning when you see a new notification on your phone from ring and you see Nico trying his hardest to be quiet you canât help but chuckle and your chest swell a little at how sweet Nico was trying to be and how adorable he always is with your guys puppy.Â
7.) Give me my puppy update
Everyday when heâs away on a roadie he demands to see an update on how much your little 20 lb Bernese Mountain puppy has grown on his way back in from his morning walk. He loves it when heâs actually able to catch the update in real time and talking through the camera catching how confused and excited the little puppy is because he hears dadâs voice but doesnât see him. After a while attempting to pick up the very big puppy becomes such a struggle. It becomes Nicoâs favorite part of his day watching you try to pick up the little rascal because he really only likes it when Nico picks him up. He loves hearing you complain to the dog that you are picking him up to show him to Nico. But every single time all the puppy does is schrick in refusal and you huff finally giving up. After 3 days in a row when your dog was around 10 months of that same pattern you told Nico that heâs going to have to settle on videos because fighting this dog to participate everyday in your daily vlogs was taking longer than it actually was to stand in front of the doorbell.
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