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Pussy so good he broke the couch
Ę ft. Perv Roomate Geto
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You and your roommate Geto had quite the routine down by now. The two of you would turn off all the lights in the house except for the small side table lamp next to the couch before you gathered the essentials, blankets, pillows, and snacks. Only the snacks often were forgotten about. Without fail about twenty minutes into the movie, Geto would spread his arm out on the back of the couch, scooting closer to you as he did so. That's how it always started.
Of course, when he made such an obvious move like that, you couldn't just ignore him, right? So you scooted closer to him as well, closing the gap between you as you lay your head down on his shoulder, his body heat seeping into your skin. Suguru would soon abandon grabbing the back of the couch and scoot his arm forward, placing his arm around your shoulders.
The entire time the two of you stayed silent, no one uttering so much as a work to the other as the tension in the room grew. Not even when Suguru removed his arm from the back of you and brought it around to grab onto your thigh, his large, warm hand massaging the skin. This is usually where you start to really feel it. Your mouth runs dry, your palms get sweaty, and you have to press your thighs together to relieve the ache.
"You okay?" Geto always asked, noticing how hot you were getting, and you always answered with a smile and a nod, both of you pretending you had no idea what was going on despite the way you looked at each other like you wanted to devour the other. Suguru would slide his hand higher and higher, teasing his pinky on the inside of your thigh, making your breathing pick up.
Now Geto was fully hard and aching in his pants, thank god for the blanket draped across the two of you. Not like you seeing how hard he was matters when he would be buried balls deep inside you in a couple of minutes. Even when Geto started rubbing his thick fingers against your clothed pussy, making your heart rate spike, your breath obviously louder and more stuttered now, he kept his eyes on the TV, pretending to watch the movie as if he wasn't touching your cunt.
Only when you grabbed his wrist and finally moaned out his name so sweetly, breaking the silence, did the two of you give up the innocent act and give in to your desire. This night was no different, and Suguru was currently caging you in with his strong arms, his cock threatening to poke your cervix, as he pounded you into the couch.
"That's all you f-fucking got? G-give it to me Suguru." You moaned, your words coming out broken and stuttered despite your challenging words and cocky smile to match. Suguru shook his head as he wet his lips with his tongue, his hips never letting up inside you. "You want it harder? Huh?" He groaned against your lips, breathing in your moans, making him dizzy.
You wrapped your arms harder around his neck, pulling him closer against you. Each time he thrust his hips inside you, his hard pelvis was rubbing perfectly against your swollen clit, making your toes curl. "Yeah, give it to me harder." You moaned, your words a teasing barely-there whisper against his lips, making him groan in response, his face already flushed from feeling how tight and wet you felt around him.
"You sure? You look like you can barely keep up with this pace." Geto teased, laughing as he raked his eyes across your face, keeping his hips moving. Suguru pulled his lip between his teeth when you squeezed hard around him, his cock throbbing at the feeling. "You s-sure you're the one who can't handle it?" You teased back, squeezing your legs around his hips, pressing his cock deeper inside you when he thrust in.
You opened your mouth a hairs length away from his lips, feigning a kiss which he tried to reciprocate; his own lips parted expectantly; before you whispered, "You seem like you're about to cum already, need to take a break?" Suguru felt the vein in his forehead pop out at your words. The smile on your face was quickly wiped off as your brows knit together when Suguru's hand constricted around your throat, shutting down any more teasing words from you.
"You're so fucking smart today huh? Let's see who cums first." Geto groaned, emphasizing his words by squeezing his hand harder around your throat. The action made stars arise in your vision, it felt so fucking good when he choke you, the feeling always went straight to your cock. He closed the distance between your lips at the same time he picked up his pace. If his hips weren't bullying you before, they sure as hell were now.
You tried to keep up with the pace of Geto's tongue and he forced it against yours, overpowering you with it just like he was doing with his body against yours. Geto was fucking you so hard, his cock filling you up entirely, leaving no part of your walls untouched as he buried himself balls deep over and over. Your moans were being forced out of your mouth and into Geto's by his ruthless hips, no matter how hard you tried to hold them back.
You moved your tongue weakly against his, your head starting to go dumb from the reduced air intake your lungs were getting thanks to his iron grip on your lungs. You were granted a little reprieve when he pulled away from your lips and sat back on his heels, your legs forced apart as they rested on his thighs. Geto pulled the fat of your upper thigh against him to make sure he was as close as possible before he started fucking into you again, somehow harder.
This new position was making him feel so much deeper. Your eyes repeatedly rolled back in your head as nothing but incoherent moans and whines left your lips, echoing throughout the room, the movie playing quietly in the backround still. You gripped Geto's wrist for support with both of your hands, the action only making him squeeze your throat tighter.
He shook his head watching your body squirm around against the cushions, he couldn't decide if you were trying to escape his cock or get more of it, it was cute. Suguru's face and chest were now the same color, beat red, as your pussy made him go dumb, his brain on autopilot telling him "harder, harder, harder, don't stop, make her cum."Â
"Such a filthy girl." Suguru groaned, a pussydrunk smile on his face as he took in your tits jiggling in every direction from the force of his thrusts. "F-uck S-suguruuu-" You tried to cry, pressing your thighs together tightly around his waist. "'S that feel good? 'M I fucking you nice n deep how you like it?" He asked, his balls slapping against your ass making a loud, lewd sound emanate into the room.
You nodded your head furiously in his hold while you repeated, "Yesyesyes 's fucking deep-" Over and over. Geto couldn't believe how someone so fucked out could still manage to look so beautiful. Tears and sweat were sliding down your cheeks and mixing into one, your flyaways were sticking to your forehead and your body was shaking and trembling with every thrust.
Geto released his hand from around your throat before quickly stuffing two fingers into your open mouth. You were too fucked out to close your lips around them, just letting your tongue swirl around his fingers, drool dripping down your chin. "You're so fucking hot, takin' my cock so good pretty girl." He praised, shaking his head at how shameless you were.
The couch made a loud creaking sound with every thrust, challenging the volume of your own moans. It did that every time though, both of you learning over time to tune it out as the sound soon became backround noise just like the TV. Geto's cock leaked pre-cum into your cunt every time you squeezed around him, becoming nothing more than added wetness as he continued thrusting inside you.
He tipped his head back and let his eyes fall shut as he relished in how warm and tight you were, making his balls throb with the need for release but he could tell you were getting close. Suguru hooked his fingers on the inside of your cheek, stretching your mouth open before he leaned over you and gripped your jaw with the other. You were jolted back to reality when Geto spat right on your tongue, your mouth closing instinctively, his fingers still inside, as you swallowed what he gave you.
Suguru sat back up and grinned, his cock throbbing at how eagerly you swallowed for him. He pulled his fingers out from your wet mouth before he pulled his hand back and left a small smack on your face, the noise echoing through the room. You smiled at the feeling, your cheek stinging a bit from where he just hit you, but it was quickly replaced by a kiss as he was now on top of you again, his body caging you in.
"What are you smiling for, huhh? You like gettin' hit?" Suguru teased, squishing your cheeks together. You nodded dumbly at his words, trying to rock your hips back up into him as you kept your cloudy eyes on his. Suguru smiled while shaking his head at you, "so. fucking. dirty." He groaned, emphasizing his words with his hips.
You moaned against his lips when he crashed his face against yours, his hand moving from your jaw to down between your bodies as he found your clit with ease, rubbing against it using small, quick circles. Your moans increased in pitch as you whined against him, his mouth swallowing up your sounds. Your legs shook with oversensitivity. His cock was steadily beating against the most sensitive parts inside you, and now he was rubbing your clit just right? Fuck, it was making you go crazy.
With your arms now snugly around his shoulders, you tried tapping repeatedly against them, a small smacking sound being created from how needily you were hitting him. "Too much? Gonna cum?" Geto teased as he pulled away from your lips. Your back arched off the cushions, your head tipping back with it as you felt your orgasm build up steadily inside you. "F-fuck, fuck don't stop- d-don't fucking stop-" You begged, your eyebrows pinching together with pleasure.Â
Suguru's insatiable lips found your neck when you tipped it back. His lips and tongue working together against your skin to suck hickeys and lick fat, hot stripes against you followed by kisses. Just when you were about to be pushed over the edge by Geto's fat cock that was fucking you so well, you heard a loud cracking sound followed by a crash.Â
Geto's cock slipped out of you as the couch split in two, your body falling into the crevice, Geto's arms pinning around you. "Wha-" You mouthed, feeling a slight ache in your lower back from where you had hit the broken wood. Your orgasm had fizzled away the instant the couch broke, but you still felt that tight ball of need deep in your tummy.
While you were trying to put together what just happened using your fuzzy, fucked out brain, Geto's large hand manhandling you took you out of it as you were placed on the floor next to the now broken couch on all fours. "W-wait the-" Your words were cut off as Geto slid his cock back inside you all at once, a groan leaving your lips simultaneously.
Geto seemed to be in a trance as he picked up right where he left off, fucking into you hard and quick, his hand dipping under your body to rub against your clit. "S-suguruu-" You whined, reaching for his hand. You must've forgotten you needed your arms to hold yourself up because as you gripped his wrist between your legs from under you, the front half of your body fell forward against the floor. Thank god for the plush carpet under your face.
"Cum for me, I can feel how close you are, cmon give it to me, n-need to feel it." Geto groaned, his words rushed and voice deep as he spoke. All of his actions were full of lust, he was more fucked out than you now. His other hand grabbed the fat of your ass and used that grip to pull you back against him harder, making his cock ruthlessly pound against your g-spot.
Geto's pace was getting sloppier, and you could feel how often he was twitching inside you, he was about to cum. Your knees pressed together and your feet kicked up between Geto's legs, fluttering as you were worked up to your orgasm again. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as he kept rubbing your clit, sloppy, messy circles doing the job just right. "Ohhhmygod-" You moaned through your teeth, your eyes rolling back in your head as you felt your orgasm crash over you.
Geto's body fell on top of yours, his hand caging you in by your head as he finished with you, releasing rope after rope of hot cum deep in your walls as your cunt pulsed around him, milking the cum from his balls. The two of your moans mixed together so sweetly, his hot breath tickling by your ear as his body went limp, save for his hips that kept shallowly, weakly thrusting his cock inside you, making sure he filled you up nice and deep.
"Sugu..." You whined, turning your head toward him. Geto let you grab his cheek and pull him down towards you, his lips meeting your own in a sweeter kiss, still a little fast, but more controlled. You pulled away from his lips after a moment to catch your breath, your lips parting with mutual pants as you rested your head between your arms on the ground in front of you.Â
Geto sat up and slowly pulled his hips back, both of you groaning at the oversensitivity. You could feel the strange and slightly uncomfortable feeling of Geto's cum chasing his cock as it dripped from your hole, sliding down your thigh. "mmmmmmm...." You groaned in disgust, your thighs pressing together to stop any more from coming out, to no avail of course.
You felt Geto's fingers pull your pussy lips apart as he oggled his masterpiece before you heard the camera click of your roommate taking a picture, your body getting illuminated by the light. Geto retracted his thumb from your cunt as he whistled, staring at his phone. You pushed yourself up on shaky arms and sat on your sore bottom, now facing him. "Did you just take a picture of my cunt?" You asked, looking at him incredulously.
You didn't care about him taking pictures. He'd done it before and you knew he was too weirdly possessive over you to show anyone else. "Yeah." He smiled, turning his phone around to face you. You were met with the apps on his home screen, only they were sitting on a unique backround, your dripping cunt. "Suguru you are NOT using my pussy as your homescreen you freak." You chastized, trying to snatch his phone out of his hand.
He retracted it out of your reach and placed it on the side table behind him before he faced you again. "It's hot, no one goes into my phone anyways." He shrugged, smiling at you, his face still red. You sighed and shook your head, not wanting to argue right now. You reached out and brushed his hair out of his face before you raked your hand down his scalp, practically making the dark-haired man purr. "Feels good." He said, closing his eyes as he leaned into your touch.
"I bet it does." You responded, scratching the back of his head. "You know what's not gonna feel good though?" You asked, keeping a sweet and innocent smile on your face for him to see when he opened his eyes, looking at you quizzically. "Your bank account when you get done buying me a new couch."Â
Suguru's face immediately fell into a frown, a bit of a dramatic one as he glanced over at the very broken couch before back to you. "It was an accident." He said pouting. "I knowww~" You cooed, smiling at him through the irritation, "A six thousand dollar accident!!" You finished, dropping your hand and patting him on the thigh. "Good luck!! I want a grey couch this time by the way." You smiled, rubbing his thigh.
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Babysitter - Part 1
Pairing: dad!Toji x babysitter!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.7k
cw: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is in his 30s), language, cheating, smut â PIV sex (doggy style), breeding kink, daddy kink
Summary: You're hired to babysit little Megumi for the summer, but you end up taking care of his father, Toji, as well.
Authorâs Notes: This is repost from my old blog! I initially got this as a request and it became my first Toji fic ever, and certainly not my last lol. I'm posting this again because I actually wrote a Part 2, check it out! Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.
You stand in front of a quaint house, checking your watch for the time. Itâs been almost ten minutes now since you knocked, no answer. You gave the number from the listing a call, still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you take a seat on the steps leading to the door, waiting.
Itâs the summer before you head back to university for your senior year. In an attempt to make some extra cash, you took a job as a babysitter through local ads in the paper. The first two clients were completely normal; this one is already leaving a bad taste in your mouth.Â
Fifteen minutes have passed. You try once more, pounding on the door with your fist as loud as you can. Heel turned, ready to leave, it suddenly swings open, revealing a muscular man with black hair, glaring at you. âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
You step back, startled by his intimidating presence. Stuttering, you answer, âIâm the babysitter.â
He continues to stare at you, eyes following your body up and down, studying it. âBabysitter?â
Before you can explain any further, you hear a car rolling into the driveway. A woman in professional attire steps out quickly. âIâm so sorry Iâm late!â She rushes towards you, holding her hand out to shake yours. âWe spoke on the phone. I got stuck in traffic, Iâm so sorry.â
You smile at her. âItâs okay.â
She faces the man, expression switching from cheery to dreary in an instant. âToji, where is Megumi?â
He scratches his head. âHuh?â
âMegumi. Our child.â
He sighs. âRight. Uh, Iâll go get him.âÂ
While heâs gone, the woman pulls you aside, speaking in a hushed voice. âThatâs Toji, my husband and Megumiâs father. Unfortunately, heâs a complete deadbeat. Thatâs why I want to hire you. I started my new job and I need someone to take care of Megumi while Iâm gone during the day.â
She swallows hard, blinking to fight off oncoming tears. âI have no one. Iâve been shunned by my family, my husband doesnât give a shit about ours, and Iâm all alone trying to give Megumi a good life. I know this is a lot to ask, but Iâm desperate. This is just until I can save enough money to hire a full-time nanny.â
She grips onto your wrist with both her hands, begging for help. Truthfully, itâs a lot to unravel, more drama than you anticipated. But the anguish in her eyes tugs at your heartstrings. Plus, knowing itâs temporary doesnât make it seem so difficult. How bad can it be? âOkay. Iâll do it.â
Relief washes over her. âOh thank god. Thank you. Thank you. Letâs go inside and I can give you a tour.â She leads you through the entrance, removing her shoes as you follow her. âOh, and one more thing.â
âSure.â
âToji is home most of the day, but heâs always couped up in his room, doing god knows what. Just leave a meal or two outside his door twice a day. That should be enough.â
âHuh?!âÂ
She glances at you with a nervous smile on her face. âYeah. I told you, heâs good for nothing.â
You donât respond while you maneuver through the house, barely paying attention while she shows you around. It almost sounds like youâll be babysitting two childrenâŚ
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The first two weeks of your new job go by smoothly. Megumi is an adorable baby; heâs almost two-years-old with hair as black as his fatherâs. While he never really smiles, he doesnât cry either, expression usually stern, unless he needs a diaper change. Heâs self-sufficient, always immersed by his own toys until itâs time to eat. Overall, heâs easy.Â
Toji, on the other hand, is another story.Â
You follow his wifeâs instructions, leaving two meals outside his door, breakfast and lunch. And this asshole has the audacity to critique it! The bread wasnât toasted enough. The eggs were too runny. There wasnât enough seasoning on the meat. All this criticism while each plate is licked clean, not a crumb to spot. Heâs never even uttered a simple thank you.Â
But what he lacks in social skills or personality, he makes up for in his physique. In between meals, he works out in the living room lifting weights, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups at the frame of the door. It lasts for over an hour, and by the end of it, heâs shirtless, dripping with sweat. Youâve done everything in your power to avoid staring but it doesnât prevent your mind from conjuring all types of lewd thoughts about him. Youâre ashamed to admit that he is physically attractive, only because everything else about him is utter trash. Still, it doesnât hurt to look, right?
On the third week, thereâs a shift in energy between you two. When he isnât working out or going out to meet with his sketchy friends, heâs usually couped up in his bedroom, ignoring you and Megumi. This morning, he actually joins you in the kitchen. You stare blankly at him, stunned by his sudden appearance. Megumi is unfazed by his father as he tries to pull your wrist towards him to get a spoonful of mushed up peas.Â
When he catches you, Toji glares. âWhat?â
âUm, nothing. Just surprised to see you here.â You clear your throat, focusing back on the baby.Â
He rolls his eyes. âThis is my house. I can do whatever I want.â
âYes, of course. Sir.â
For some reason, this triggers him. He stands up abruptly, stepping to you, leaning his face towards yours. The scar on the corner of his lip twitches when he gives you a wicked grin. âThatâs right. Iâm in charge here.â
You flinch from him, scared, maybe even slightly aroused. Heâs intense, thatâs for sure. But part of you finds it exhilarating to be in his presence.Â
Megumi whines for more food, to which Toji grabs the utensil from your hands to start feeding him. âDamn kid, heâs hungry all the fucking time.â
You sit up in your seat, regaining your composure. âYou shouldnât curse in front of children.â
He faces you, chuckling. âCurse? Seriously? What are you, five?â
You cross your arms, answering, âIâm twenty-one.â
âInteresting.â Thereâs that naughty smirk again, as if heâs thinking something obscene in that twisted head of his. And while you should be turned off, youâre not. You squeeze your legs together, pussy throbbing between your thighs. And of course, he notices this. He must, because he leans forward, lips grazing your ear, whispering, âCome by my room whenever Megumi is taking his nap. Thatâs an order.â
~~~
This is bad. Very, very bad.Â
You're supposed to be better than this. Clearly, you arenât, because youâre currently getting railed by your employerâs husband while his child sleeps peacefully in the next room.
âFuck, this pussy is tight,â he groans, pumping his thick cock in and out of you. Youâre bent over the edge of the bed, his hips smacking against your ass as he thrusts into you. Heâs got a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your flesh, pounding away at your greedy pussy, absolutely drenched with arousal and lube. Your face is sticky with perspiration, pillow soaked with sweat and drool. Itâs a fucking mess, but it doesnât matter, because all you can think about is Toji fucking you until youâre seeing stars. Until your head is empty and nothing but his fat cock is occupying your thoughts.
âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking hard, princess. You gonna come again?â
You nod erratically, reaching your fingers to your clit. He smacks it away, doing it himself, his thumb flicking against your swollen bud. âFucking come on my cock then. Make it nice and creamy for me, got it?â
His cock is buried deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you unravel, gushing around him once more. Youâve lost count on how many orgasms youâve had in this short amount of time.Â
After your climax, he doesnât pull out, fucking you even rougher. Your body is pliant around him, yielding to his every touch like putty. Youâve lost control of yourself, completely enraptured in the intense pleasure he surrounds you with.Â
He leans forward, chest pressed to your back, lips brushed to your ear. âIâm gonna knock you up. Give Megumi a little brother or sister. Would you like that?â Heâs crazy. Completely unhinged. Absolutely fucking psycho.Â
âFuck yes, I want that,â you moan. âGive it to me, daddy. Breed me.âÂ
And apparently, so are you.Â
âOh fuck yeah, take my fucking cum then,â he growls. The bed creaks violently below you, his backshots brutal and frantic now, cock desperate for release. âIâm gonna get you fucking pregnant. Make you mine.â
He shoots his hot load inside you, stuffing you full of his cum. He doesnât stop until heâs fucked it deeper into your pussy, watching with that sexy look on his face as his creamy cum leaks out of your slit.
Lifting you up to lay comfortably on the bed, he rolls beside you, kissing you sloppily until Megumiâs whimpers blare through the baby monitor, indicating that heâs awake. Toji laughs, smacking your ass as you crawl over him to return to your real job.Â
~~~
You spend the remainder of your summer employed at the Fushiguro household until you have to go back to school. You and Toji continue to fuck each other silly every day that youâre working.Â
The day before you leave for college, you say your goodbyes to the family. Megumiâs mom, who remains blissfully unaware of your sins, hugs you tightly. âThank you so much for all your help. Iâve finally saved enough money to afford a full-time nanny, so weâll be fine.âÂ
âIt was my pleasure. I had a lot of fun. With Megumi,â you clarify, avoiding Tojiâs gaze as he watches from the kitchen.Â
âSeriously. Youâre a good person. I hope you know that.â She smiles, truly grateful. âAnd thank you for taking care of my good for nothing husband too.â
As the guilt of this dirty, filthy secret eats away at you, Toji stares at you from across the room, smirking.Â
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Devout Worshiper
Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader
Rating: E (EXPLICIT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)
Warnings: Explicit sex! This is literally pure smut.
Word count: About 3.3k
Synopsis: The Prince Regent expresses his carnal desire and devotion to you atop the Iron Throne.
Authorâs note: We were robbed! I can't believe they never showed us Aemond sitting on the Iron Throne or wearing a crown! So anyway I tried to fix it with this fic- please accept my humble offering.
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It was long after the moon rose and the knocking on your chamber door was loud and insistent. It made you nervous, and as you opened the door your confusion only grew.Â
A kingsguard stood in your doorway.Â
âMy lady, the Prince Regent requests your presence in the throne room.â He said sternly, making it clear it was more of a demand than a request.Â
Prince Regent?Â
Trepidation filled you, but you only nodded demurely and followed his lead.Â
You flinched as thunder cracked loud enough to hurt your ears. Flashes of lightning lit your way through the halls of the Red Keep as rain poured.Â
The kingsguard opened the door to the throne room and gestured for you to enter. He did not follow you, only closed the door behind you, sealing you in.Â
Lightning flashed again and you saw the Prince Regent where he lounged on the iron throne. His long silver hair practically shimmered in the low light, his legs were spread, and his gaze was heart stoppingly intimidating.Â
Your heart skipped a beat, but for a completely different reason.Â
âAemond,â you breathed out, walking forward again so eagerly you nearly tripped over your own feet.Â
You heard that he and Vhagar had returned to Kingâs Landing after the battle, but hadn't seen him yet. He looked good, completely himself, not a scratch on him and not a hair out of place. You were so relieved.Â
He murmured your name too, strong unidentifiedÂ
emotion behind the syllables.Â
As you beheld your childhood best friend, he looked the same, but something about him was completely changed. Perhaps it had something to do with the conquerorâs crown that rested upon his brow.Â
You stopped walking as you reached the bottom of the stairs of the throne.Â
âWhat-â
âAegon was grievously harmed in the battle, I have been named Prince Regent while he heals,â he explained.Â
You nodded, you had heard the King was hurt.Â
âAnd you, are you alright?âÂ
He smiled crookedly and nodded.Â
You stared up at him, for the first time in your life uncertain about what to say to your childhood companion. The circumstances of this conversation were far different than any other time you spoke to him.Â
He beckoned you forward, and feeling jittery youÂ
tentatively made your way up the steps of the iron throne.Â
As you reached him, relief overcame you and you laid your hand on his cheek.Â
âIâm so glad youâve returned unharmed. I was so worried for you. I donât know what I would do if-âÂ
He shushed you gently as he placed a large hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leading you to stand between his spread legs.Â
You knew that none of this was proper.Â
âI am here,â he murmured and nuzzled his face into your hand.Â
Your heart thumped harder as you tried to pull your hand away, but he intertwined his fingers with yours and prevented you, instead running his nose gently across your skin, invoking goosebumps.Â
He took a deep breath as his nose reached your wrist and let out a soft groan.Â
Your knees threatened to buckle.Â
You should pull away. Walk away. This was wrong, wrong, wrong. You were betrothed to another man. He was betrothed to a woman who was not you.Â
âI thought of nothing but your scent throughout the battle, of returning home to you and smelling you once more,â he said, his voice low and deep, before he pressed his lips to your wrist.Â
âAemond,â you protested weakly.Â
âClaiming you as mine,â he continued, trailing his lips further up your arm, pushing away the fabric in search of your skin.Â
âIt is a sin,â you protested.Â
About a year ago Queen Alicent caught you and Aemond in a passionate kiss, it was not the first kiss between the two of you, and reprimanded you both sharply. Reminded you both that your maidenhood must remain intact and that developing feelings for one another was folly as it was highly likely you would both be betrothed to others.Â
Her words were sharp and you took them to heart. You did your best to squash your feelings for Aemond and treat him only as a friend.Â
But feelings that strong donât merely disappear⌠and it seemed Aemondâs desire for you remained as fiery as ever.Â
âNothing between you and I could ever be a sin. We were made for each other,â he said urgently, his lips now reaching the skin revealed by your collar as he pulled you even closer.Â
Your breath hitched in your throat.Â
âWe are betrothed to marry others,â you said even as you whined at the feel of his lips against your throat.Â
âFuck that,â he said as he bit down on the most sensitive part of your neck.Â
Your grip on his shoulder tightened even as you plunged your other hand in his hair at the back of his head and held him closer, tighter, never wanting to be apart from him again.Â
He chuckled darkly and licked up your throat to your jaw.Â
âAemond,â you panted and he pulled back enough to look you in the eye, one hand slipping to caress the side of your face.Â
âYou are mine,â he growled.Â
You whimpered.Â
âSay it,â he ordered.Â
âIâm yours,â you breathed out.Â
You stared into his violet gaze, overwhelmed by the emotion you beheld.Â
âAnd I am yours,â he said.Â
âAnd you are mine,â you repeated.Â
You werenât sure who moved first, but his lips crashed into yours, and it was like coming up for air. You couldnât breathe without him, hadnât been able to breathe properly in a year, and now in his arms with his lips covering yours, your breaths came properly.
He pulled back all too soon, and said, âWe will say our vows again on the morrow in the sept. I am Prince Regent now, I sit upon the Iron Throne, no one can deny us. You will be mine for the rest of our lives.âÂ
The crack in your heart that has festered over the last year healed over instantly and you scrambled upon his lap as you kissed him once more.Â
As your tongue tangled with his and you both gripped one another tighter, as he held you closer than youâd ever been held.Â
âFinally, finally, finallyâ your heart and soul sang. He let out a cocky chuckle and you realized youâd said the words out loud.Â
He pulled your legs apart, spreading them as you settled more comfortably on his lap, your dress no longer a barrier between the two of you as his tongue flicked against yours.Â
Heat ran up your spine as the taste of him filled your mouth, as your blood pounded through your veins, as he somehow managed to pull you even closer- practically crushing you against him.Â
His hand ran up from your waist, his palm enveloping and gently squeezing your breast, and an erotic moan escaped from your lips, spilling into his mouth.Â
He pulled your mouth closer, tangling his tongue with yours as he moaned back. His fingers began to tug at the laces of your bodice, and you pulled back with a small gasp.Â
âAemond,â you whispered in concern, looking back to make sure you were well and truly alone.Â
âI ordered them to leave us be and guard the doors. No one will interrupt us,â he reassured as he tugged again at the tie covering your heaving bosom.Â
Your breasts spilled from your dress as you stared into his eye. You reached around his head and unbuckled the eyepatch, letting it fall to the side, rendering him bare too as the sapphire eye glittered- a reflection of the flashing lightning.Â
His gaze dropped to your chest, and with hands on your waist he led you to move your hips, grinding down on his hardened length. Â
Your whimper turned into a gasp as his lips left hot opened mouthed kisses that trailed from the hollow of your throat to your breasts.Â
As his mouth enveloped your nipple, his tongue swirled on the sensitive bud and you let out a breathy, âOh!â. You continued to grind down on him, your breaths quickening as heat filled your core.Â
His thumb flicked your other nipple as he suckled and moaned. The crown on his head slid down on his forehead for the third time, getting in his way and irritating him. He yanked it off his brow and placed it on your head before returning his attention to your breasts.Â
Your head fell back and you moaned wantonly at the eroticism of the action. His hands yanked at your skirts, rucking them up enough that his long warm fingers met the sensitive skin of your upper thighs.Â
You shivered at his touch even as a bead of sweat dripped down your spine in the cold throne room.Â
Never, youâd never been touched in such a way, never been worshiped in such a way, never had the love of your life fully expressed his devotion to you. And when his fingers slipped into your slick and lust swollen cunt, you knew youâd be his until the day you died.
Those fingers teased and rubbed, finding their way to the pinpoint of your pleasure and you gasped so loud it echoed throughout the room.Â
He hummed in approval, his lips quirking into a smirk as he looked up at you and you yanked on his hair pulling him into another heated kiss.Â
His finger, that damned finger, swirled around your clit and you bit his lip.Â
He hissed your name and sunk a finger inside your desperate cunt. This, this was heaven. Fuck the gods and religion, you were his and he was yours and nothing else mattered.Â
He slipped another finger inside you, pumping them in and out gently and you moaned as you clenched around those perfect fingers.Â
âYouâre perfect like this,â he groaned and you whined once more at the praise and with the flick of his thumb against your clit you gasped his name.Â
His breaths came heavier as he watched you near your peak, the pupil in his eye lust blown, and the type of adoration in his gaze youâd always yearned for from him.Â
Heat coiled in your core, your heartbeat pounded throughout your whole body, and with a moan of his name you came harder than your own fingers had ever brought you.Â
His lips were on yours, consuming and devouring you hungrily, swallowing the sounds of pleasure from your lips that only he could elicit.Â
Your desire for him did not diminish, no you needed him somehow even more now. You wiggled your hand between the two of you and ran your hand across his hardened cock.Â
He moaned into your mouth, and feeling emboldened, you began to attempt to free it from his tight pants. He chuckled, placed a kiss on your jaw and took mercy on you, and assisted you.Â
You wrapped your hand around his hardened length, trepidation filling you at the size of him, and you looked back up at his face with a shaky breath, suddenly feeling bashful at your lack of experience. Â
Doubt flickered in your mind, what if you couldnât please him? What if-Â
His lips were on yours once again, he kissed you with a steadfastness that reminded you that this was in no way meaningless, this was Aemond - your best friend- expressing his love for you.Â
âIâve got you,â he murmured in your ear as he trailed his lips across your throat. His large hand wrapped around your much smaller one and guided you to wrap your hand around his cock.Â
You whimpered in desire as he continued to guide you to stroke his throbbing length. He led you to twist your wrist, showed you where to grip tighter, guided you to pump his cock up and down until he was groaning.Â
He let go of your hand, and you continued to pleasure him, feeling more powerful than ever before as you held the cock of the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, as he again dipped his head and encapsulated your nipple in his warm wet mouth.Â
You both whimpered in pleasure, and as you ran your other hand through his silver tresses, pulling his head closer into your chest, you felt that there was nothing better in this life than this.Â
Until he lifted his head once more, his eye wide and filled with love, and you crushed your lips into his.Â
His hand met yours once more, brushing yours away, and he guided his cock to the entrance of your sopping cunt as you settled your hips over his once more.Â
Your breaths came heavier as he said, âYou are mine.âÂ
âIâm yours,â you responded, nodding and following his guidance as you began to sink your hips down on his throbbing cock.Â
You winced slightly at the stretch, but he ran a hand up and down your back, pulled you closer to him- your chest crushing against his, and dripped honeyed reassurances in your ear.
âYou can fit me, my love. You were made for me,â he said.Â
Your heart burned for him, and with his grip on your hip you managed to take him completely inside your soaked cunt. Â
The frantic feeling in both of you eased as you sat on his lap, stuffed full of him, and felt complete in a way you never had before.Â
Your hands ran across his chest, up his shoulders and down to his biceps, gripping the corded muscle you found everywhere. In tandem, he ran his hands up and down your curves, gripping the flesh he found, until his hands enveloped your ass.Â
He gripped your ass and led you to shift your hips, grinding down on him in a circular motion. You let out a breathy, âoh!â The feel of him inside of you as you shifted, moving in an erotic way youâd never moved before, threatened to overcome you.Â
âYou are perfect,â he reassured and you clenched down on him, causing you both to moan.Â
When you were ready, he then guided you to lift your hips up until his cock was almost completely out of your cunt, then you sunk back all the way down, sucking him inside your desperate hole, becoming his in a way that was irreversible.Â
âAemond,â you gasped as you repeated the action, continuing to let him guide you. You finally learned how good it felt to be full, to be so full of him you realized how empty and aching for him youâd felt for years.Â
His grip tight on you, stuffed full of his cock, as his teeth bit down on your neck, youâd never felt so alive- so free.Â
And so you found a rhythm, bounding up and down on his cock, bringing you both pleasure unlike any other.Â
With his hands on your hips, your pace quickened, and one of your hands slipped from his shoulder, looking for more leverage and you cut yourself on a blade of the throne.Â
You yanked your hand back with a gasp, ceasing your motions atop him, and he looked at you wide eyed.Â
âWhat is it?â He asked and you placed your hand in his. He surveyed the small cut on your finger, you both realized it was small, barely more than a papercut really, you were lucky, and then he brought your hand to his lips.Â
You blinked in surprise as he enveloped your finger in his mouth, lips parting and tongue licking the blood off it.Â
You stared at him in shock for one moment, two, then threeâŚ. long enough that his expression became bashful, before you crushed your lips into his, pillaging his mouth with your tongue, desperate to taste yourself inside his mouth.Â
He moaned as his hand on the back of your neck pulled you closer, and then you were both moving again.Â
You felt blissful, stretched out in such a wonderful way, and desperate for anything he threw at you.Â
âMade for me,â he breathed out once again against your lips.Â
âYouâre mine,â you replied as you ground down on him.Â
He huffed out something between a chuckle and a moan, and with a tight grip of your hips, he said, âI am yours until the day I die.âÂ
He punctuated every word with a sharp thrust inside you, and with that he took control from you. You gave it to him gladly, and held onto his shoulders, tangled your fingers in his hair as he thrust up inside you at a pace that kept you from breathing properly.Â
There was a spot inside you, that youâd explored before with your fingers, but never once had you felt like this as his cock hit that spot repeatedly. Your toes curled and you whined his name in a high pitched voice you didnât even recognize as your own.Â
âFor so long I dreamed of what noises I could pull from your lips. Mmmm⌠the real thing is so much better than anything I could have imagined,â he purred in your ear.Â
Your only possible response was a gasp and clenching on his thick length as your mind had separated from your body, there was only him and the pleasure his body provided yours.Â
His muttered words in high valyrian, sweet promises of devotion as he continued to fill you. He filled your body, your heart, your soul, and the only expression of devotion you could return was to come on his cock.Â
With a moan and a squelch you gushed around him and he gasped, holding you tighter, somehow increasing his pace- the intensity of his thrusts as he followed you over the edge.Â
With one final push inside your cunt, he climaxed inside you, filling you with his come, and it was all you could do to kiss him, sloppily and desperate, as he marked you as his.Â
You rested your head in his shoulder, breathing him in as you both came down and attempted to slow your heart rates.Â
He tattooed his name against your being as he pressed his lips to any bare skin he could reach.Â
âI love you,â you whispered, completely baring yourself to him, feeling more vulnerable than ever before, despite your state of undress, despite the fact that he was still inside you.Â
âI have loved you for as long as I have known what love is, and I will continue to do so until I am ashes in the wind,â he swore, pulling back to meet your gaze.Â
You could only wrap your arms tighter around him and hold him.Â
Eventually, he disentangled the two of you, but swatted your hands away as you attempted to retie your bodice.Â
âI never said I was done with you,â he growled.Â
A shiver ran down your sweat slicked spine.Â
You merely let him lead you to stand, watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, then he led you to sit on the iron throne.Â
âAemond,â you protested, but he merely shook his head at you, took a step back, and stared at you.Â
There was desire, possessiveness, and feral satisfaction in his eye as he looked you up and down in your disheveled state that he caused.Â
You could only imagine how you looked, sprawled on a throne you had no right to sit on, your breasts spilling from your dress, your hair disheveled, and a Targaryen crown crooked utop your head.Â
But the Prince Regent only kneeled before you.Â
Any doubts of his allegiance, any doubts in him flew away like feathers in the wind as Aemond Targaryen knelt before you, bowed his silver head, then lifted your skirts and spread your legs.Â
His groan was drowned out by your loud gasp as he began to feast on you.Â
Aemond ruined you and made you anew in the throne room that night, and at dawn the next morning he brought you to the sept and made good on his promise to marry you.Â
Damn the consequences and opinions of others, before all the gods Aemond Targaryen declared his devotion to you above all.Â
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Your future spouse late night thoughts about you 18+ - Pick a pile
Pile 1/ Pile 2/ Pile 3
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Hello everyone ! This is my another pick a pile or pac reading so please be kind and leave comment or reblog, and let me know if it resonated with you!
Note : This is a general reading or collective reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. And it's totally okay if our energies aren't aligned!
How to pick : Take a deep breath and choose a pile which you feel most connected to! You can choose more than one pile, it just means both pile have messages for you!
Note : This reading is based on my intuition and channeled messages from tarot cards.
I worked really hard on this pile please show some love by leaving comments, likes and reblogs!
Pile 1:
(The cards I got for you guys - The magician, 6 of cups, wheel of fortune and 4 of swords)
Their thoughts about you is quite solemn or like emotional, they are quite a softie when it comes to you honestly, i wanted to give something 18+ for you guys but the energy here is so pure honestly or atleast that's how they wanna start with, i feel they don't want to scare you away just yet, like not much r rated haha, but i will channel everything i can, okay so i feel they are quite in awe or in love, like they want to meet you a hopeless romantic energy, looking at moon asking universe or upper power if they will meet you soon, they want to hurry honestly, I heard "you're mine baby" "no matter whatever you are doing right now, whoever is with you", "i am the one for you hope you know that", they want to kiss you a lot, like every part of you, want you to feel loved and you belong with them, like your body, soul has a name of their engraved on it, that's how much they want you to feel at home, at first they were being quite secretive not opening everything or feelings they have for you but I feel they are trying now, I also feel or heard that they want to push you on bed, tie you up, watch you while they fuck every part of you, they are sweet as hell and as well as horny for you, they want you to watch while you suck them, they want to fuck you deeper so you forget everything but them, They definitely want to put you on pedestal in every way they can, they wanna give you after care, touch every part of you they crave your soul and body, they feel they have knownn you for lifetimes, a literal past life connection here, yet they don't have you, they miss you, your time with them , i heard it's honestly funny "how someone can never meet and yet crave for each other", they wanna lay in your arms relax with you, watch silly rom coms, horror anything you desire, but they want you very badly, "when we meet i will tie you up till you get bored of me" in a very teasing tone, he is quite balanced individual in both his sexual desires and emotional desires.
WoW pile they are quite a romantic, huh? you guys deserve it! they are waiting for you too I feel you will meet them very soon.
Pile 2:
(The cards I got for you guys - 5 of swords, 8 of wands, 4 of wands and 6 of swords)
Okay so first thing i feel is very passionate, like they just want to fuck the soul out of you, holy shit, starting with big words and love for you, they are definitely not feel like themselves when they are with you, like they are different person "i cant control my feelings, my desires i have for you" how my body reacts when it sees you, it needs you as much as i do, I also heard i am quite jealous that you are not with me right now, is it because it's a payback for me to meet you late?, i hear them sighing a lot, they want to compete with everyone who has ever been with you even your fictional crushes like they can't make you feel like i do, they are definitely very competitive, their thoughts about you at night is quite filled with lust and desire, i see a scene where they are letting off their steam jerking off with the desire and spark they feel within themselves how they just want you, and only you I also feel they want to be very rough with you like just show you who you belong to, for some of you, you both are into hardcore sex, and they wanna make you cum with their mouth, they want you to sit on them, show that little pretty thing which is wet just for them, they want to tease you a lot too, like not letting you come at first, i feel they want to hear you say "please let me come", i see them smirk a lot, satisfied how much you react to them, "keep running away from me, but you can't go far because our souls are intertwined, my darling" gosh pile 2 they are quite very hungry for you, they want to fuck you all day or night touch you in a way no one ever has, they want you to fuck in the mirror they might want to record these moments for you both so you have special memory of it, more than their pleasure , they want YOU to feel pleasure in a way that no one ever had, they want to use dildo on you such foreign objects, i also feel they want you to wear vibrator while you go out with them, and when they feel jealous they will turn it on, i heard "my dirty little slut".
Wow pile 2 they are quite fiery aren't they, they just had so much to say to you their thought about you is so deep and filled with love and lust. Love it for you guys!
Pile 3:
(The cards I got for you guys - 10 of pentacles, 7 of wands, 6 of wands, 5 of cups, ace of swords and 8 of wands)
Okay so first thing I feel is they are missing you like a lot, when i started doing your reading and cards my heart felt sad for some reason they could be yearning you and they definitely want me to tell you "how much your absence in their life is impacting them", they are quite turned on by thought of you, your body is their temple, they want to worship you, they want to feel comfortable with them sexually or non sexually, they just want you to feel at home with them, they are feeling quite lonely without you, i heard "i love her laugh", their thoughts about you is quite desperate, but okay let me channel something 18+ for you, they are quite needy for your body, they want you to touch yourself or you to touch them or their intimate parts, they want to gently fuck you, I feel they are quite sensible or have gentleman thoughts for you. They are quite respectful, i also feel they wanna put efforts while they fuck you, politely touch you like you will break in their arms, they are quite caring, and soft for you and with you. i also feel they would want to or love to suck on you breasts to make you feel very good. They want to hear you scream their name, They think of you as their biggest achievement their prize, that they got for good or past deeds, they also want to be sneaky with you like I see a place where you are both only and emotions are so overflowing that you end up having sex their, a beach at night, or some abandoned or deserted place, their energy is quite calming they even calmed me down, they want everyone to see you belong to them, As I said they could be very sad for you like they miss you, "needing you by their side energy", they want you to know that sex isn't only two people having orgasm its more than that, its filled with love spark, connection, when they think of you all they want is to rest by your side, just be their while you do your own thing, they want you to know they have much more to show you when you guys actually meet! You guys can check out pile 1 too!
Good luck pile 3 xD! Their thoughts weren't much 18+ but more sweet. And I feel it's because they take sex much more seriously or not much openly, so that could be why this pile ended up being sweet lol.
Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3
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Wonderful World â JJK One-Shot Series
SUMMARY: The world had gone to shit just like many had theorized. The living was not only fighting the dead, but they were also fighting against themselves and each other. Jeon Jungkook has been in the field by himself for months, living off of scraps, his own rules of survival, and barely enough water. Along the way, he finds a ditzy girl spoiled girl ironically Princess and her crusty white dog. He understood they'd be a handful, but he was Jeon Jungkook, and he could handle anything.
RATING: 18+ (im not the momma you are in control of what you consume.)
PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x Bimbo!reader
CONTENT WARNING: apocalypse!au, gore, blood, ditzy!reader, angst, slow burn, eventual established relationship, jungkook is sighing every three seconds, eventual smut, crusty white dog (yes that's a warning), minor character death, named reader, corrupt dystopian society, meanie jungkook, princess is just a girl, more to be added AUTHORS NOTE: i am back in my zombie apocolyse era!!!! this is heavily inspired by zombie land because i love it sososo much. the post for this story will be in shorts pushing 1k- 3k? words and my ask box is always open to request and thoughts for this series. If you are new to my blog welcome hottie! be sure to check out my other works, you"ll love it over here xxx
Jungkook had strict rules.
Four sips of water a day, only eat when his stomach is cramped to the point of when he couldn't walk, never sleep over an hour, don't let anyone in. He didn't need extra weight slowing him down from his destination. Was he being hard on himself? Maybe. Since losing his group in an unexpected ambush all those months ago he couldn't bring himself to be softer on his habits even if he had more than enough resources to keep him alive and breathing for the year. He was guilty, and angry. Angry at himself and angry at the world for what it had come too. Despite his personal angst Jungkook refused to die holding onto the hope he would finally reunite with his six soulmates.
Another unspoken rule of his was to never walk upon the main roads. Stay away from those maniacs dressed in military clothes and those who drove military trucks. So he stuck to the shadows, camouflage into the trees with stealthy movements. Quick and quiet, never stay in one place longer than two days. He's been in here for at least a day spending that time securing the area and everything around it before he could properly set up his base in the abandoned thrift store he found. Hopefully he could get as much rest as a person could during the end of the world. As he tracked back to his base swiftly moving through the tree-line with the new finds he managed to scavenge. He stopped when he heard a squeal that didn't sound like the parasites that took over the world. Peeking through the green he saw a woman. A frown taking over his handsome features as his eyes rake her clothing.
A tiny pink cropped tank top, tight denim shorts that had jeweled pockets, ripped black fishnets and wedged heels that threw him off more than the unethical outfit. On her back was a clear backpack and inside was a tiny sleeping dog who was unaware of the life or death circumstances their owner happened to be in. Surrounding her were geeks groaning and growling, taking swipes at her. Their only objective is to eat,eat, eat.
Jungkook didnât deal with other people, for obvious reasons but he was still the selfless Jeon Jungkook who couldnât turn his back on anyone, especially a woman clearly in need of his help. So he quickly jumped from the trees, holding onto his crow bar tightly and as he approached the woman and the group of zombies.
Until she screeched, "You broke my nail" pulling out a knife from her thigh garter taking down all four of the dead. Breathing heavily she blew a curl from her face as she turned, jumping at the sight of Jungkook's large frame looming over her with his crowbar up as if he was ready to attack her. She squeaks gathering herself into a tiny fighting position as she points her knife at him and he notices the handle was decorated with a dark skinned hello kitty print.
âYouâre literally so sexy. Iâd let you kill me as long as Iâm in a chokehold.â Her big brown eyes trailed to his beefy tattooed and tanned arms causing his eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. Clearing his throat he put his weapon down turning on his thick soled heels back into the ditch disappearing into the greenery. She wasnât in any danger anymore so he wasnât needed.
âYou know itâs not very nice to leave a lady unattended in the middle of a road especially during an apco-" he was quick to grab her, shoving her down against the tree trunk. He smacked against her mouth, as a group of military men began to drive along the side of the road closest to them. His eyes met her wide ones as she blinked her wispy lashes at him. His gaze trails over the freckles that danced over her button nose, and cheeks, slight blood splatter caked there along with her forehead. She giggles quickly as he removes his hand from her mouth revealing a bright and pearly smile.
"Kinky." his lip curls in annoyance as he turns his back on her again.
âYou canât just leave us! Me and Minnie are great company.â He stopped walking when he heard the name of her dog minnie. Who's been surprisingly quiet through the whole ordeal. Looking over his shoulder at her, he then shaking his head, he continued on taking longer steps.
âOkay I get it silent and boarding, dark and mysterious, tall, tanned, and handsome.She rambled on scurrying behind him.
âWhew you know what hulk- ACK!â a thud echoed through the trees making him turn seeing her fallen to her knees in mud. She sniffles as she tries to stand on her feet, failing miserably only getting her hands dirty in the process.
"They leave me all alone, take my stuff, then I break a freaking nail because of those nasty freaks, now I'm covered in mud following around an avenger who doesn't even. . ."
She's fully sobbing now, fat tears falling down her chubby cheeks as she gives up moving. "Just strike me downnnn"
Again his selfless heart was aching as he winced. He grumbles as he stomps towards her reaching his own hand out for her to take, after all this he couldn't find it in himself to just leave her not now. She sniffles as she looks up at him, then stares at his hand. With another pretty smile she takes it, letting him pull her upright, allowing her to rub her muddy hands on his black tank top with a defeated sigh.
âThanks Thor.â
Huffing he began walking again this time slower so she wouldn't lose him. As he gets to the brick wall that seperates the forest from the store. She stares up at it and swallows hard. âHow are we gonna get up there?â
Rolling his eyes Jungkook pulls his backpack off of his back, throwing it over the wall. He reaches towards her and she gasp, âYou are not throwing my precious Minnie over that wall!â Stepping back from him a pout set on her lips. He shrugs and begins to climb up, leaving her there to watch as he disappears over the wall. Pouting and huffing, she removes her backpack from her back, strapping it in the front just in case she falls on her ass. âI'm way too pretty for thisâ
Scaling the wall she walked along it ignoring Hulks loud huffs and tapping of his boots. That's when she found a hole there big enough for her to fit through happily making her way through.
Jungkook might just leave her there on the other side of the wall. Hopefully she'll use whatever's there in her brain to find her way over the wall with her crusty white dog who he wished he could sleep like. He jumps at the tap on his shoulder turning to her standing behind him hands behind her back as she gave him a closed lip smile puffing the apples of her cheeks rocking back and forth on her wedges. âGuess what hulky.â
He raises a pierced eyebrow as she points in the direction she came from. âFound a hole in the wall!! You didn't even have to climb over silly.â
The happiness in her face fell as Jungkooks face hardened. Storming over to the said hold, cursing. He could have sworn he sweep the whole perimeter. How could this have gotten under his nose? He turns back to you standing pouty and confused. Since the first time meeting him Jungkook opens his mouth to speak.
âGood job princessâ his voice deep and hoarse from not using it for months.
"OMG how'd you know my name" She smiles practically bouncing on her feet from the praise and his attention, twirling on a piece of her hair like a school girl with a crush. Shaking his head he turned back to fix the wall.
Inside of the thrift store, Jungkook listened quietly to her ramble about her love for thrifting and how she would rather thrift than online shop. Then he watched her get teary eyed again over not being able to online shop anymore. âIt's just not fair!!! Like I was living the most barbie dream girl life, ya know?â
Accepting the tissue he handed to her staring at the sleeping dog in her lap. âThen bam the Internet shuts off, then boom my freaking neighbor tries to eat me.â
âLike I'm just a girl! I'm not fit for this at all.â Blowing her nose into the tissues finishing her tantrum while Jungkook debated on what to say. âI watched you knife four geeks by yourself, I think you're doing pretty good.â
â Really?â
âReally?â
She giggles sniffing, as she held out her hand. âIâm Princess Marie sorry for the late introduction âs very rude.
Clasping his hand into hers, âJeon Jungkook. Don't worry about it too much.â
His gaze drifted to her bloody broken nail.
âLet's clean this up, kay?â
Eagerly she nodded dark curls bouncing.
âMmkay kookieâ
Jungkook wouldn't admit it out loud but being in the presence of another human being that wasn't trying to kill him was nice. He knew that princess and her crusty dog would be a handful but he was willing to deal with it. Plus he missed being called by his favorite nickname.
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Statistically Speaking...
part of the svt TA collab
kim mingyu x reader
est. word count: 10-15k [fat chance]
est. release date: 10th September
warnings: TA! mingyu, fluff, smut [MINORS DNI], angst, statistics, more to be added in final post
synopsis: In all your years of academic endurance, youâve never failed. A 100% success rate, despite you cutting it close at times. However, the line graph that is your life starts tanking somewhere around the time you began taking this hellsent Statistics in Psychological Research class. With a professor that wouldnât know his ass from his head, and an overworked, overenthusiastic, and overcaptivating TA, it couldn't possibly get any worse than this. However, statistically speaking,âŚit could.
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âRight. How can I help you?â
Pulling out your printed assignment, you bring the sheets of stapled paper to the centre of the table, writing facing him.Â
One look at the sparse format of the cover page, Mingyu blows a full mouth of air at the sight of recognition. Without you having to say a thing, he flicks to the very last page, finding the rubric printed on a separate page.Â
âItâs a 37,â you inform him like he couldnât see the bold 37/100 in the bottom Total cell.Â
âDo you think you deserved a better grade?â he asks. It would have sounded direct, an accusation even. But he asks with an intonation of genuinity, like he genuinely wanted to know.Â
It stumps you regardless.
âWellâŚI know I can do better, at least,â you decide to answer.Â
âYouâre here, which means youâre at least willing to try. Thatâs a start,â he murmurs. His eyes are laser focused on the sheet beneath him, holding it open as his eyes move faster across the page than you can keep up with. Somehow talking to you while taking in the words on the paper.
âI remember marking this,â he says, looking up to address you. âYour concepts are nearly there, but your structure and wording were the problem.â
âYou marked them?â
He raises his brow, âI hope that wasnât an accusation. I need to stick to the rubric.â
âI thought the professor marked the lab reports.â
âHeâsâŚsupposed to.â Thereâs a forced reservedness in his voice. âI mark them and he puts in his comments if he has any. But Iâm not sure youâd fare any better than this if it was him behind that pen either.â
Every question that floated in memorisation, from the form and structure, to the nitty gritties of the data presentation, all evaporate as you realise youâre at a loss for words.Â
Even more embarrassingly, you feel tears prick the back of your eyes as the next words leave you in a low voice, âI donât know what to do anymore.â
âThatâs alright,â he says as reassurance, though it sounds awfully rehearsed. Like he says it everyday. âWeâll work through it.â
He lets out a big sigh, adjusting in his chair and running a hand through his hair. The motion has you noticing the dishevelled nature of the mop on his head, un-uniformed and sticking out at certain places, yet still somehow cohesive with his look. His shoulders are straight and taut, fingers working as they fiddle and flick the pen in his hand.Â
Despite it all, his shirt is ruffled and creased, unbuttoned at the first couple steps. The buttons are misaligned, one side of his collar higher on his neck than the other. It takes an effort to not reach over and fix it for him.
âLab reports can be quite tricky if you arenât sure what youâre doing. Did you refer to the tutorial?â
You mean the one that did nothing to help? âYes.â
âYou got those bits right, format and whatnot. Butââ
âIt was a lump of writing about subheadings and word counts,â you say plainly.
Mingyu lips are in a tight line. âWell, yes, but it helpsââ
âI know the results are supposed to go in the results section. I donât need a PDF to tell me that,â you cut him off. Your voice is reserved, and you hope it comes off as a point across and not a complaint. Although it was a complaint. âI want to know why the entire section was ruled off as incorrect when we were never properly taught how to write it in the first place.â
âDr. Choââ
âIs no help.â
âI understandââ
âHe canât even mark his own papers. Iâm quite sure thatâs not in your job description. Itâs supposed to be him here. Not you.â
Itâs silent. There was nothing in your voice that suggested you wished to pick a fight, on the contrary, quite calm and matter of fact. Mingyuâs fingernails are going white as his grip on his pen and paper grow stronger.Â
âAnd yet, we continue to show up. Because we do what we must.â He raises his head in control, a small smile on his face, eyebrows unnaturally raised. âAnd, better that Iâm here rather than no one at all. I can help you too.â
Help, he did.Â
Mingyu had made it quite clear his time with you was limited, but by the end of the near 25 minute session, nearly every inch of your printed assignment was covered different colours of notes and corrections, additional papers and post-it notes pasted on the back as you remain careful to not lose them as you slip the stack in your bag.Â
Itâs only then that you spot the segregated stack of papers in your bag that you remember.Â
âI almost forgot,â you say, grabbing the pile and placing it in front of him.Â
âWhere did you find this?â he asks sharply.Â
âYou left them at the desk of the lecture hall last week,â you say, before quickly adding, âThere was a class right after you left. I took them off the professorâs hands before they got lost. Thought it might be important.â
âIâve been looking all over for these,â he says as he goes through the pages and files. Random sticky tabs and highlighted regions across the pages. The leather strap watch with the broken clock face remains on top, and he picks it up. He looks up to you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile that feels genuine. âThank you.â
You flush for some reason, âOâof course, couldnât just leave them there.â
It isnât till youâre pushing yourself out of your chair that he says something. âYou can come in at 3:30 tomorrow.â
âPardon?â
Heâs stood up as well. âI have a free thirty minutes before office hours formally start. I can help you out a little more without the crowd.âÂ
Feet planted on the ground, thereâs not much you can do but stare. âUm, sure. I can come in a little early.â
He nods casually, âThanks again for the papers. And the watch.â
You smile, âNo problem.â
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The Wolf's Flame
- Summary: When you take your son flying, Cregan keeps fires warm for your return.
- Paring: velaryon!reader/Cregan Stark
- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, is only daughter of Rhaenyra, has silver hair and violet eyes and is bonded to a dragon. These events happen after Fires That Never Freeze. To read all parts in chronological order, visit my blog. The list is pinned to the top.
- Rating: Mature 16+
- Word count: 4 000+
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @daeryna @21-princess
Your fingers gently trace the downy softness of Alysane's silver hair, a mirror of your own. Her tiny eyelids flutter as she breathes steadily against your chest, her warmth a comfort in the quiet of the nursery. The light filtering through the windows casts a soft glow, making the strands of her hair shimmer like moonlight on water. She stirs slightly, letting out a small, contented sigh, and you can't help but smile, though it is tinged with sorrow.
You can still vividly recall the first time Jace held your son, Killian. He had been so careful, so reverent, as if the boy was made of the finest glass.Â
"He's got your spirit," Jacaerys had said, cradling Killian in his arms with a grin that could have brightened the darkest day. "And a bit of Cregan's stubbornness too, I reckon. He's going to be a strong one."
You remember how his brown eyes had softened, his usual warrior's stoicism giving way to a tenderness that was rare to see in him. You had laughed then, a light, joyful sound that echoed in the stone halls, lifting the spirits of those around you.Â
But now, that memory is a dagger to your heart. Jace is gone, another brother taken by the cruel hands of war and treachery. The Battle of the Gullet claimed him, like it claimed so many others, leaving behind only a hollow ache where once there had been warmth and love.
Your grip on Alysane tightens ever so slightly, as if you can protect her from the world that has already taken so much from you. She shifts in her sleep, her tiny fists clenching, and you wonder what kind of life she will have in this world that seems so determined to tear your family apart.
The door creaks open softly, and you glance up to see Cregan standing in the doorway, his gaze heavy with unspoken thoughts. His presence is a comfort, a solid anchor in the storm of your emotions. He steps into the room, his boots barely making a sound on the cold stone floor.
"She's beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion as he comes to stand beside you. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a warm, steadying presence. "Just like her mother."
You smile faintly at his words, but it's a fragile thing, easily broken. "She reminds me of Jace," you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "The way he looked at Killian⌠it was as if he could see all the good in the world reflected in him."
Cregan's jaw tightens, and he nods, his eyes darkening with shared grief. "Jacaerys was a good man," he says after a moment, his voice low and filled with respect. "He would have been proud to see how you're raising our children, Y/N. Proud of the mother you've become."
His words are a balm, easing the sting of your loss, even if only slightly. You lean into him, resting your head against his chest, drawing strength from his steady heartbeat. "I just wish he were here to see them grow," you admit, your voice thick with unshed tears. "To see the family weâre buildingâŚ"
Cregan wraps his arms around you, careful not to disturb Alysane, who remains peacefully asleep in your arms. "We'll make sure they know who he was," he promises, his voice strong and resolute. "We'll tell them stories of their uncle Jace, of his courage, his kindness. He won't be forgotten."
You nod, a tear finally slipping free, tracing a path down your cheek. "I just miss him so much," you confess, the words breaking like waves against the shore.
"I know," Cregan whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.Â
For a long moment, the two of you stand there in the quiet of the nursery, holding each other close, sharing the weight of your grief. Alysane stirs again, and you look down at her, at the peaceful innocence on her tiny face. She is a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest times, life continues, new stories begin.
As you gaze at your daughter, you feel a small spark of determination flicker within you. You will protect her, protect Killian, and ensure they grow up knowing the love and legacy of those who came before them.
"I'll make sure they know," you whisper, more to yourself than to anyone else. "I'll make sure they remember him."
Cregan nods, his grip on you tightening just slightly, a silent promise that he will stand by you, no matter what. Together, you will keep Jace's memory alive, woven into the very fabric of your children's lives, a legacy of love and courage that even death cannot erase.
The chill of the northern wind bites at your cheeks as you stand in the courtyard of Winterfell, the ancient stones of the castle walls towering around you. The sky above is a pale, wintry blue, the kind that stretches on endlessly, promising the first snows of the season. Thraxata, your beloved dragon, is a dark silhouette against the sky, her massive form casting a shadow over the courtyard as she awaits you with the patient stillness of a creature who knows her place in the world.
Cregan stands nearby, holding Killian in his arms. Your son's violet eyes are wide with excitement, his small hands clutching at the fur-lined collar of his father's cloak. His breath comes in quick, excited puffs, visible in the cold air, as he watches you secure the last of the straps on Thraxata's saddle.Â
"Is Mama ready?" Killian asks, his voice high with anticipation, his gaze flicking between you and the towering dragon.Â
"Almost, little wolf," Cregan replies, his deep voice softened with affection. He adjusts his hold on Killian, allowing the boy to lean forward slightly, getting a better view of the magnificent creature before him.
You finish tightening the final strap and turn to face them, your heart swelling with love at the sight of your sonâs eager face. "She's ready," you confirm, walking over to them with a smile that feels more natural now, more present. The cold air feels invigorating, as does the promise of the flight ahead.
Killian wiggles in Creganâs arms, his excitement barely contained. "Can we fly now, Mama? Please?"
You chuckle at his enthusiasm and reach out to take him from Cregan, who hands him over with a tender smile. "Of course, we can, little one," you say, holding Killian close for a moment before lifting him up to press a quick kiss to his forehead. "But you must hold on tight, alright? Just like we practiced."
Killian nods eagerly, his little hands gripping your cloak as you turn to face Cregan. Your husbandâs grey eyes are filled with warmth, the kind that always makes you feel grounded, no matter how high you fly. He steps closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he bends down to press a kiss to your lips, a slow, lingering gesture that speaks of love and longing.Â
"Fly safe," he murmurs against your lips, his breath warm in the cold air. "And bring him back to me in one piece."
You smile against his mouth, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. "Always," you promise, your voice soft but filled with the certainty that comes from years of shared battles and shared love. "We'll be back before the sun sets."
With a final kiss, you turn back to Thraxata, your heart thudding with a mix of excitement and the familiar rush of anticipation that always accompanies a flight. You cradle Killian with one arm as you approach the great beast, who lowers her massive head in greeting, her violet eyes shimmering with intelligence and recognition.Â
âHello girl,â you whisper, your free hand brushing against her polished obsidian scales, which glimmer faintly with hues of violet and blue in the sunlight. Thraxata rumbles in response, a sound that vibrates through the ground beneath your feet, as if sheâs sharing in the excitement of the day.
With practiced ease, you swing yourself up onto the saddle, positioning Killian in front of you. His small hands reach out instinctively to grasp the pommel, and you secure him with a careful, reassuring grip. He giggles with delight as he feels the warmth of Thraxataâs body beneath him, the thrill of the impending flight already bubbling over.
âReady?â you ask, your voice a blend of both motherly concern and the thrill of the adventure ahead.
âReady!â Killian exclaims, his voice filled with a joy so pure it sends a spark of warmth through you, despite the cold.
With one last glance at Cregan, who watches you with that same steady look, you give Thraxata the command to take flight. The dragon responds immediately, her powerful wings unfurling with a sound like thunder. She launches into the air, her great body rising smoothly from the ground as the wind rushes past you, carrying the scent of pine and snow.
The world below falls away quickly as Thraxata soars upward, the chill of the wind tugging at your hair and cloak, but the cold is nothing compared to the exhilaration of the sky opening up before you. Killianâs laughter rings out, a bright, joyous sound that echoes across the open sky. He turns his head back to you, eyes wide with pure wonder. âMama, weâre flying! Look, weâre really flying!â
You tighten your grip on him, feeling the steady thrum of Thraxataâs heart beneath you, the power of her wings carrying you higher, above the walls of Winterfell and the endless expanse of the North. âYes, we are,â you say, your voice filled with the same awe you see reflected in your sonâs eyes. âJust like I did with my mother when I was your age.â
The dragonâs flight is smooth, a testament to the bond youâve shared since her hatching in your cradle. Sheâs been with you through every trial, every loss, and every victory. Now, she carries your son just as faithfully, as if she understands that he is a part of you, a continuation of your legacy.
As Winterfell grows smaller beneath you, you feel a sense of peace settle over you. Up here, with the sky stretching out infinitely above and the world below far removed, itâs easy to forget the weight of your grief, the loss of Jace, the uncertainty of the future. Up here, there is only the sound of the wind, the warmth of your son in your arms, and the steady, powerful beat of Thraxataâs wings.
You glance down at Killian, whose eyes are now glued to the horizon, a look of pure wonder on his face. âWhat do you see, little one?â you ask, curious to hear his thoughts.
âEverything, Mama,â he breathes, his voice filled with awe. âI can see everything.â
You smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. âThen letâs see where the wind takes us, my brave little dragon rider.â
As Thraxata glides effortlessly through the sky, you let yourself enjoy the moment, the rare freedom it offers, the bond between mother and child, between rider and dragon. And for a time, as the cold wind whips past and the world falls away beneath you, you are simply Y/N Velaryon, a daughter of House Targaryen, a mother, a wife, and a rider of dragons. The rest of the world can wait until your feet are back on solid ground.
Cregan Stark watches as Thraxataâs obsidian-black form rises higher into the sky, the great dragonâs wings beating with a rhythm that reverberates in his chest. He stands in the courtyard of Winterfell, eyes locked on the shrinking figures of his wife and son as they ascend into the endless blue, until they become little more than a speck against the pale sky. The wind whips through the courtyard, carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant promise of snow, but Cregan remains still, his gaze unwavering as long as they are visible.
Thereâs a sense of awe and pride that fills him every time he watches Y/N with her dragon. Even after years of seeing her soar above the battlements, it never fails to stir something deep within him. She is a true daughter of the Targaryen line, a force of nature bound to the skies, and it amazes him that she is hisâhis wife, the mother of his children.
As Thraxata and his family disappear from sight, he finally lets out a breath he didnât realize heâd been holding. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, a mix of contentment and longing. He knows sheâll be back before long, but thereâs always that small pang of separation, as if part of him takes flight with her every time she ascends into the heavens.
With a final glance at the now empty sky, Cregan turns and heads back toward the Great Keep. The stone walls of Winterfell rise imposingly around him, offering a stark contrast to the boundless sky from which he has just watched his wife and son disappear. The weight of his responsibilities returns to him with each step, grounding him in the reality of the world below.
As he enters the Great Hall, the warmth of the hearth fires greets him, a welcome change from the crisp air outside. The hall is quiet this time of day, the usual bustle of Winterfell subdued, with most of the household attending to their duties. He makes his way down the familiar corridors, his boots echoing softly on the stone floors, until he reaches the chamber where his daughter, Alysane, is being tended to.
The door is slightly ajar, and as he steps inside, he is greeted by the sight of a nursemaid cradling the infant in her arms. Alysane is awake, her bright violet eyesâso much like her motherâsâtracking the nursemaidâs movements with the curious intensity only a baby can muster. The soft, cooing lullaby being sung to her halts as the nursemaid notices Creganâs entrance.
âLord Stark,â she says with a respectful dip of her head, adjusting her hold on the child. âThe little lady has been a delight today, though I daresay she misses her mother already.â
Cregan crosses the room in a few long strides, his gaze softening as he looks down at his daughter. âSheâll have her back soon enough,â he replies, his voice a low rumble of reassurance. âLet me hold her.â
The nursemaid carefully transfers Alysane into his arms, and Cregan feels the familiar, grounding weight of his daughter settle against his chest. Sheâs so small, so delicate, and yet she has a strength in her grip that makes him smile every time she reaches out to grasp his fingers. Alysaneâs eyes, so much like Y/Nâs, meet his, and he canât help the rush of love that fills him.
âHave you been good for the nursemaid, little one?â he asks, his tone lighter, more playful as he gently rocks her. Alysane coos in response, her tiny fists waving in the air as if to say, Yes, Papa, Iâve been very good.
âSheâs taken to her feeding well, my lord,â the nursemaid informs him, a smile tugging at her lips as she watches the interaction. âAnd she seems to enjoy the warmth of the fire. Perhaps she takes after her mother in that regard.â
Cregan chuckles softly, nodding. âShe has the blood of the dragon in her, no doubt. But sheâs a Stark, too. Sheâll grow to love these cold winds, just as we do.â
He spends a few more moments with his daughter, savoring the simple joy of holding her, of feeling her small heartbeat against his chest. Itâs a different kind of peace than what he feels when heâs with Y/N, but no less profound. Alysane is a part of them both, a perfect blend of fire and ice, and he treasures these quiet moments with her.
After a while, he gently hands Alysane back to the nursemaid, who resumes her gentle rocking and humming. âThank you,â he says, his voice warm with gratitude. âKeep her close to the fire. The day will grow colder before it ends.â
The nursemaid nods. âAs you wish, my lord.â
Cregan leaves the chamber, his thoughts now turning to the evening ahead. The wind outside has picked up, and he knows Y/N and Killian will appreciate a warm welcome when they return. He heads toward the Great Hall once more, this time with purpose in his stride. The fires need to be tended, more wood brought in, and the hearths stoked to a roaring blaze. Winterfell might be a cold, unforgiving place at times, but it was also a homeâa sanctuary for his familyâand he would see to it that they returned to warmth and comfort.
As he reaches the Great Hall, he calls out to a nearby servant, a young man quick on his feet. âWeâll need more wood for the hearths,â Cregan instructs, his tone commanding but not unkind. âBring in what you can carry and see to it that the fires are stoked high.â
The servant nods eagerly, hurrying off to fulfill the request. Cregan moves to the main hearth himself, where the fire is already burning but not nearly to the level he desires. He takes up a heavy iron poker and stirs the embers, watching as the flames leap higher, their glow reflecting off the stone walls.Â
As the fire roars to life, filling the hall with a warm, golden light, he steps back, satisfied with his work. The crackling of the flames, the scent of burning wood, and the comforting heat are all reminders of why he fights, why he endures. Itâs for these momentsâfor the quiet, peaceful evenings after the storms have passed, when his family is safe and together under one roof.
He can almost hear Killianâs excited laughter already, the way his little boyâs voice fills the hall with joy whenever they return from a flight. He imagines Y/Nâs smile, the way it lights up her entire face, and how her silver hair catches the firelight as she steps inside, Killian in tow, both of them flushed from the cold and the exhilaration of the sky.
The servant returns with an armful of wood, and Cregan helps him stack it near the hearth. The warmth is already spreading through the hall, driving away the chill that had begun to settle as the day waned. He can feel the sense of home building around him, the very thing heâs fought to protect, to preserve for those he loves most.
With the fires now blazing, he takes a moment to himself, standing in the center of the hall and letting the warmth seep into his bones. Itâs a simple pleasure, but one he doesnât take for granted. The flickering light of the flames plays across his face, casting shadows that dance along the stone walls.Â
He glances toward the door, knowing it will soon swing open, admitting his wife and son back into the safety and warmth of Winterfell. Heâs ready to greet them, to hear about their flight, to listen to Killianâs breathless recounting of the view from above and to feel the reassurance of Y/Nâs presence beside him.
As he waits, the fire crackling at his back, Cregan Stark feels a deep sense of contentment. Thereâs a storm coming, as there always is in the North, but for now, his world is warm, his heart full, and his family is safe. And that is all he could ever ask for.
The warmth of the fire mingles with the lingering heat of your bodies, still flush from the passion that had just consumed you both. You lie nestled in the soft, thick furs of your bed, the heavy pelts providing a cocoon of warmth against the biting cold that lurks just beyond the walls of Winterfell.
Cregan's strong arm is draped around you, his hand tracing lazy, soothing patterns on your bare back. Your head rests on his broad chest, rising and falling with each steady breath he takes. The intimacy of the moment is profound, the kind of peace that only comes after such intensity, when every barrier has been stripped away, leaving only raw, unfiltered affection in its wake.
His fingers slide through your silver hair, untangling the strands that had become tousled during your lovemaking, and you feel a contented sigh escape your lips. The connection between you is tangible, a bond forged not only in love but in shared trials, in the promises whispered in the dark and the strength you find in one another.
"Sometimes," you begin softly, your voice barely more than a murmur in the quiet of the room, "sometimes I wish I could be down there, in the thick of it, fighting alongside my mother. Facing the Greens with fire and blood, like we were meant to."
Creganâs hand stills on your back for a moment before he resumes his gentle caresses. He knows how deeply the conflict weighs on you, how much you struggle with the separation from your mother and the battles you were born to fight. "Youâre a warrior at heart, Y/N," he says, his voice low and full of understanding. "Itâs in your blood, in your very soul. But youâre here now, and thereâs strength in that tooâin being the heart of this family, in raising our children with the knowledge of who they are and where they come from."
You nod against his chest, taking comfort in his words. Itâs not easy to be away from the fight, to know that your family is out there, risking their lives while you remain here, safe in the North. But Cregan is rightâthere is strength in what youâre doing here, in the life youâve built together, in the legacy youâre creating.
"I know," you whisper, tilting your head to press a soft kiss to his chest, right above his heart. "I know. But Iâm grateful, Cregan. For this, for you, for everything weâve found here in Winterfell. Itâs more than I ever imagined for myself."
He shifts slightly, turning so that he can look down at you, his grey eyes dark and intense as they meet yours. Thereâs a tenderness there, a love so deep it nearly takes your breath away. "Youâve brought light to this place, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with conviction. "Youâve made it a home, not just for me, but for everyone within these walls. You are the heart of Winterfell now, just as much as you were born both of Dragonstone and Driftmark. And I will always be grateful for that, for you."
You smile up at him, a warmth blooming in your chest that has nothing to do with the fire. "And I, for you, my love," you reply softly, lifting your hand to trace the strong line of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his beard beneath your fingers. "I never thought I could find such peace, such happiness, in a place so far from the warmth of the South. But here with you, it feels like Iâve found something even better. Something that feels like home."
He leans down to capture your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, one that speaks of love and promises, of the future youâll face together. When he pulls back, his gaze is serious, his expression thoughtful. "Winter will come soon," he says, his voice taking on a more somber tone. "The snow will fall heavier, and the North will sleep beneath its blanket of white. But when the spring sun melts the snow, when the rivers flow again and the ice recedes, the North will rise. And we will march south, to deliver the justice that has long been owed. Just as I promised you, Y/N. The time will come."
You see the resolve in his eyes, the fire of his conviction, and it stirs something within youâa spark of hope, of purpose. Youâve always known that the North was a place of endurance, of long winters and even longer memories. But with Cregan by your side, you also know it is a place of honor, of loyalty, and of promises kept.
"And I will be ready," you say, your voice firm with determination. "We will be ready. For whatever comes."
He nods, the tension in his expression easing as he presses another kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if to seal the promise between you. "But for now," he murmurs against your skin, "we have this. These moments, this peace. And we will hold on to it for as long as we can."
You close your eyes, letting his warmth and the steady beat of his heart lull you into a state of calm. The world outside can wait for nowâthe battles, the struggles, the uncertainties of the future. Here, wrapped in Creganâs arms, you find solace, a reprieve from the weight of the world, and the strength to face whatever comes next.
As you drift off to sleep, cocooned in the warmth of the furs and the security of Creganâs embrace, you feel a deep sense of contentment settle over you. The future may hold its challenges, but in this moment, all is well. You are together, and that is all that matters.
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Suppressed Desires
Synopsis: Jeonghan is your first everythingâyour first kiss, your first date, your first boyfriendâand now, you want him to be your first in every way. But every time you try to take things further, he seems to pull away. Doubts creep in, making you wonder if he doesnât find you attractive. But heâs quick to show you thatâs not the case.
Pairing: Jeonghan x virgin!afab!reader
Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship
Rating: mature
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, protected sex (we cheered!), corruption kink, body worship, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, mentions of insecurities, aftercare, lemme know if I missed anything!
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The sound of the TV is muffled, forgotten in the background. The feeling of Jeonghan's lips against yours is the only thing you can focus on at the moment. They feel so soft, so warm, and so perfect. You get lost in the way they moulded against yours. You're draped across his lap, his hands keeping you steady. You thread your fingers through his short brown hair, giving it a gentle tug that draws a groan from his lips.
You want more. You crave more. You want to feel him all over you, inside you. You hear his breath hitch as you slowly start to grind your hips against his. He suddenly pulls away, his hands stopping you from moving. You look down at him, confused.
âWe should get back to the movie; we wouldnât want to miss the climax,â he says softly, a gentle smile on his lips.
You furrow your brows, pouting. Jeonghan always does thisâevery time things start to get more intimate, he somehow stops it. Something suddenly comes up, he brushes off the moment, or he simply leaves the room. You have no idea why he does this, but you donât have the heart to ask. Suppressing a sigh, you nod and slide off his lap, reluctantly settling back to watch a movie you donât really care about.
Opening your front door, you practically jump into Jeonghan's arms; it's been almost two weeks since you last saw him due to his busy schedule. He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, snuggling his nose into your hair and inhaling your scent.
"I missed you so much bubs," he sighs.
"Missed you more," you mumble into his chest.
He gives you a gentle squeeze before cupping your face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. His lips find yours, and you melt into the kiss. Youâve missed him so much, his presence, his scent, his warmth, and the feeling of his lips on yours.
You wanted to feel more of him, you needed more of him. You press up against him and tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He groans, and his hands roam down to your ass, squeezing them and eliciting a moan from you.
"H-Hannie," you whimper.
He suddenly pauses, pulling his lips away from yours. You look up at him, confused, wondering if you did something wrong.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, brow furrowed.
âSorry, bubs. Iâm just tired. How about we take a nap together?â he murmurs, gently caressing your face.
Biting your lip, you reluctantly nod. He kisses the top of your head and leads you to the bedroom.
Lying in his arms, you pout as thoughts race through your mind. Did you do something wrong? Did you make him uncomfortable? You shift carefully, not wanting to wake Jeonghan, whoâs softly snoring beside you.
Jeonghan is your very first boyfriend. Youâd never really pictured yourself in a relationship, content with being single and even imagining youâd stay that way. But then Jeonghan came into your life, and everything changed.
He just feels so⌠perfect. Like youâre meant to be. He treats you with such tenderness, caring for you like a delicate flower. Heâs your first in so many waysâfirst boyfriend, first date, first kiss. You want him to be your first time, too. But every time you try to take things further, he suddenly pulls away.
Does he not feel that way about you? Does he not see you as sexy and desirable? Maybe heâs only with you out of pity. Maybe he doesnât truly love you and feels obligated to stay. As these thoughts swirl, a few tears slip down your cheeks.
Friday nightâone of your favourite nights, marking the end of the workweek and the start of the weekend. Even better, Jeonghanâs schedule ended early, so he decided to spend the evening with you.
Youâre cooking dinner for both of you while Jeonghan clings to you from behind, occasionally planting kisses on your neck, making you giggle.
âJeonghan, I wonât be able to finish dinner if you keep distracting me like this,â you laugh as he starts to sway with you.
âBut youâre so cute and cuddly,â he whines.
âYou can cuddle me all you want after I finish dinner.â
You canât see him, but you can definitely feel him pout as he stops swaying and loosens his grip. You chuckle, shaking your head, heart swelling at his playful antics.
Dinner was filled with the usual, compliments, catching up, laughter, and, of course, a bit of teasing. After cleaning up, you both decide to settle in for a movie night. Cuddled up on the couch, you put on one of your favourite movies, Iron Man (definitely not because you have a crush on Tony Stark). The lights are off, and the only thing illuminating the room is the soft glow from the TV.
The TVâs light highlights Jeonghanâs features, making him look even more handsome, and you canât help but admire him. Jeonghan notices you watching him and turns with a smile.
âAm I really that handsome that I managed to distract you from the Tony Stark?â he chuckles.
âShut up,â you roll your eyes, snuggling into the crook of his neck, which makes him laugh softly.
âYouâre so cute,â he murmurs, rubbing your back gently.
You playfully bite his neck, making him let out a small yelp as he pulls back, wide-eyed. You burst into laughter at his shocked expression.
âOh, you littleââ he growls, grabbing you and starting to tickle you, making you squeal and try to push him away.
But he doesnât relent, pinning you down on the couch and using his body to hold you in place. His hands tickle your sides, and you laugh uncontrollably, struggling to catch your breath.
"I yield! I yield!" You yell out, writhing under him.
He lets out a laugh, grabs your hands, and pins them to the couch above your head. The both of you catch your breath as you stare at each other. He looks ethereal, his hair is messy but it frames his face perfectly, his cheeks are flushed from laughing, and his eyes have a sparkle to them which you can get lost in.
A beat passes and Jeonghan blinks.
"S-Sorry," he mumbles and gets off you, you can't help but frown.
You sit up and bite your bottom lip.
âJeonghanâŚdo youâŚnot find me attractive?â You whisper, tears pricking your eyes.
âWhat?â His head snaps toward you, his expression bewildered.
âEvery time I try to initiate something more, you justâŚpush me away,â you sniffle, frowning. âDo you not find me attractive? Are you only with me out of obligation? You donât have to stay if you donât want to. IâŚIâd understand if you did.â
You feel the air grow still as Jeonghan blinks at you, his expression bewildered. After a few beats, his gaze shiftsâhis eyes darken, and a slow smirk spreads across his face.
"I donât find you attractive?" he mutters with a low chuckle, shaking his head.
His eyes lock onto yours with an intense, dark look that sends a shiver up your spine.
"I donât find you attractive?" he repeats, louder this time, his tone laced with offence.
With a growl, he grabs your face and kisses you roughly, his lips devouring yours. You let out a small squeak, not expecting this behaviour from your usually sweet and caring boyfriend.
Noticing your hesitance, he pulls back. His thumb gently caresses your cheek, as he looks at you with longing and lust.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me Y/N?" he whispers against your lips. "Do you have any idea how much you drive me insane? Hm?"
He leans back and takes your hand, guiding it to rest over his bulge; you gasp, he's rock solid.
"Jeonghan�" You whisper, your heart lurching in your chest.
âDo you want me to show you? Show you just how much Iâve been holding back?â He asks, breath ragged.
You lick your lips as you look at his bulge straining against his pants. Your eyes slowly travel over his breathless figure before meeting his gaze, and you nod.
His lips immediately latch onto yours, his movements rough and aggressive. You submit to him, letting him take complete control. His hand rests at the back of your head, gently guiding you. He tilts his head and prods his tongue against your lips. You open your mouth, giving him full access.
He starts sucking on your tongue, making you moan against him. The kiss is messy and intense, his tongue clashing against yours hungrily. You can't help but whimper, relishing the feeling taking over your body.
Needing air, you both pull apart, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You look at Jeonghanâhis pupils are blown wide with lust, lips swollen and shiny from kissing, cheeks flushed as he pants. You can imagine youâre in a similar state.
"You taste like sweet innocence," he murmurs, caressing your cheek. "And I've imagined countless times tainting your innocence with my sin."
Your breath hitches at his words.
"Please taint me with your sin Jeonghan," you mewl.
"Whatever you wish, my sweet," he growls with a smirk.
With a final peck on your lips, he leads you to the bedroom. Your heart races in your chest, a mix of nerves and excitement about whatâs to come.
Once youâre sitting on the bed, a wave of anxiety hits you. Youâve imagined this moment countless times, but now that itâs actually happening, you suddenly feel nervous. What if once you're undressed, he doesnât find you attractive? What if you mess up? What if heâs not satisfied?
Noticing your distracted thoughts, Jeonghan cups your cheek and looks at you with concern.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â He asks gently, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. You don't have to force yourself bubs."
"No, no! I want this!" You protest, shaking your head.
"It's justâŚwhat if once I'm naked, you don't find me attractive anymore?" You whisper, unable to meet his gaze as tears well up in your eyes.
His expression hardens at your words. Gently, he guides you onto your back as he crawls on top of you.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've seen in my entire life," he murmurs, placing kisses along your jaw.
He starts to slowly undress you, placing kisses on every exposed inch. He whispers sweet nothings into your skin, making you shiver under him. Any thoughts of insecurity fade away as Jeonghan continues to worship your body.
After you're fully undressed, he stares at you, mesmerised by your beauty. He bites his lip, his eyes tracing your figure as if heâs trying to memorise every inch of you.
"Not even the beauty of the goddess of love can compare to you," he exhales in a daze, and your cheeks flush at his words.
"I can't believe you thought I wasn't attracted to you," he scoffs with a playful grin.
He leans down and captures your lips into a deep kiss, one you return with equal fervour. Your hands weave into his hair, drawing him closer to you.
"I need to taste you, will you let me taste you, bubs?" He breathlessly mumbles against your lips.
You blush at his words, your heart skipping a beat, but you nod shyly.
He slowly starts trailing kisses down to your dripping core and your body shivers due to the cold and anticipation.
"So beautiful," he whispers before licking a long stripe up your cunt.
You gasp and whimper at the new sensation, legs reflexively closing.
"Ah, ah, keep them open for me bubs," he teases as he pulls apart your legs.
Heat rushes to your cheeks as your glistening core is fully displayed for him. He dives in, tongue prodding against your entrance. You moan and whimper at the sensation, hands flying to thread in his hair.
"Fuck, you taste better than I ever imagined," he groans against you, sending vibrations of pleasure through you.
You shut your eyes as the euphoric feeling of his tongue inside you takes over you. You've never felt such sensations before, and now that you have, you never want it to stop. You unintentionally buck your hips against him, he grunts and holds your hips down, preventing you from moving.
Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure as his tongue continues to push against the deepest part of you, lapping up all your juices. You couldn't help but moan his name out loud, which only egged him on further. He was eating you out like a starved man.
He shifts to suck on your clit, and you scream in pleasure. The euphoria becomes overwhelming, sending a tingly sensation through your whole body. A knot forms in your lower abdomen, and your breath catches, unsure of the sensation.
"H-Hannie! I think I-I'm," your voice is shaky and you're barely able to get the words out.
"Cum for me bubs, cum all over my tongue," He murmurs before returning to suck on the sensitive spot.
At his words, the knot snaps, and you feel an overwhelming wave of pleasure wash over you. Your vision goes white, and it feels like your head is underwater. Jeonghan continues to lap up your juices, working you through your orgasm. He stops once he hears you whine.
He sits up and your breath catches at the sight of him. His hair is messy, his chin is coated in your arousal, his eyes are blown out with lust, and a smirk is plastered on his face.
"How did that feel bubs?" He asks, his hands running up and down your hips.
"Feel so good Hannie," you whisper, still panting from your high.
"Wanna taste yourself? Wanna see how sweet you taste?" He grins.
You bite your lip and nod, he leans down and kisses you messily letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your face scrunches up in disgust at the taste, and you hear Jeonghan chuckle into the kiss.
"What's wrong bub? Don't like the taste?" He teases.
"I donât understand how you like it," you say, scrunching your nose in distaste.
"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, I can't get enough of you," he purrs, making you blush.
Jeonghan leans back and groans at the sight of youâyou look so perfect beneath him. Your hair is splayed out over the pillow, eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing, and your chest rising and falling with each breath. He wants to capture this moment in his memory forever.
Grinding your hips against him, you whine and pout, drawing a chuckle out of Jeonghan.
"Want me to fuck you, bubs? Fill you up with my cock?" He purrs with a smirk.
Your face warms at his words, and you cover it with your hands, nodding shyly. Jeonghan chuckles at your cuteness.
"I want to hear you say it, or else I'm not giving it to you," he says in a cheeky tone.
You let out a whine and huff, and Jeonghan laughs at your frustration.
"You're not getting my cock until you ask for it, bubs," he gives you that familiar grin, the one he always has when heâs teasing you. His thumb starts drawing circles on your hips and you squirm in place.
"I-I want your cock, Hannie," you mumble through your hands, your voice barely over a whisper.
"Hm? What was that, bubs? I couldn't hear you," he teases, his hands slowly trailing lower.
You thrash in place, letting out a whine, and he chuckles at your antics. His hand shifts to your inner thighs, drawing circles near your sensitive bud.
"Hannie, please! I need your cock so bad!" You yell out in frustration.
"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for that," he groans.
He shifts off the bed and takes a condom out of his wallet before discarding his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You look at him in confusion as he pulls out the foil packet.
"Why do you have a condom in your wallet?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"You never know when an opportunity like this might come alongâI always have to be prepared, bubs," he winks.
He slowly removed his boxers, and you choke back a gasp at the sight of his cock. He was so thick and long; you had an idea of how big he might be when you touched him earlier, but seeing it in person leaves your mouth feeling dry. How was that supposed to fit inside you?
"Don't worry bubs, I'll go slow. You can tell me to stop anytime and I will," he reassures you, sensing your worry.
You lick your lips and nod; he gives you a gentle smile, then wraps the condom over his cock. He shifts to move over you, lining his cock with your entrance. You gaze into his eyes, momentarily lost in their depths. He looks at you as if youâre the only thing in the entire universe. The tips of your noses touch, and his hand gently caresses your cheek.
"I'm going to taint you and claim you as mine," he growls as he slowly enters you.
Your breath hitches, and your body tenses as he slowly enters you, he slots his lips against yours as a way to distract you from the uncomfortable feeling.
"Relax for me bubs," he groans against your lips before connecting them again.
You try your best to relax your body, eyebrows furrowing and slightly wincing at the intrusion. You're grateful that Jeonghan is distracting you from the burn. He lets out a moan once he's fully inside you.
"Let me know when I can move," he strains next to your ear.
You can see he's struggling to restrain himself by the way his body tenses and his muscles twitch. You take a few deep breaths and then nod; he slowly begins to thrust his hips, letting out soft groans.
"F-Fuck, you're perfect," he moans, eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to control himself; you feel so good wrapped around him.
The uncomfortable feeling soon morphs into pleasure, you grab onto his shoulders and moan out his name. Soon, euphoria floods through you, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the intense sensation sweeps over you.
"Look at me bubs, look at me as I'm ruining you," he grunts as his hips rhythmically continue to thrust into you.
You force your eyes open and look at him, and Jeonghan almost cums right then and there. You look like an angel, with that fucked out expressionâan angel he plans to keep for himself for the rest of his life. This is a million times better than what he has imagined those countless times he would jerk off to you.
"S-Shit, I can't hold back anymore," he rasps, and he starts drilling into you, his pace inhuman.
You yell out his name and dig your fingernails into his shoulders, eliciting a hiss from him.
"Need to make you cum bubs, can you do that? Can you cum for me again?" he hums.
Whimpering, you nod, already feeling a knot forming. His hand sneaks down your body and rubs your clit with expert precision, you moan feeling your body quake with pleasure.
"Cum for me bubs, cream all over my cock," he growls, and at his words, the knot snaps, and you cum hard, waves of pleasure washing over you.
He cums soon after, filling up the condom with his seed. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, each exhale coming out in ragged gasps. You take a moment to admire how angelic Jeonghan looksâhis face flushed, hair sticking to his forehead from perspiration, his eyes dazed, and the post-orgasm making him glow. You wish this moment could last forever.
He leans down and kisses you tenderly, lovingly, as if youâre a delicate flower that might breakâdespite his earlier actions being the complete opposite.
"I love you so much, more than you could ever know. The stars in the night sky are just a fraction of how deeply I feel for you. Youâre perfect, bubs. Donât you ever think otherwise," he whispers as he caresses your cheek, his eyes dripping with love.
"Or else I might have to punish you," he smirks, giving you a cheeky wink. You gasp, hitting his shoulder and whining for him not to joke about things like that.
"Who says I'm joking?" he grins before placing a peck on your lips on your pouty lips.
He slowly removes himself, and you wince and whine at the emptiness. He hushes you gently and reassures you that heâs just going to grab a washcloth to clean you up. After disposing of the condom and grabbing a washcloth, he quickly returns and very gently cleans you up, making sure to be extra gentle near your delicate parts.
After cleaning you up and discarding the washcloth, he lies back down beside you and pulls you into his arms. He starts peppering kisses across your face, causing you to giggle.
"I love you, my sweet baby dumpling," he sighs, snuggling his face into your cheek; you roll your eyes and chuckle at the nickname.
"And I love you, my pesky angel," you giggle.
The night unfolds as you drift into each otherâs arms, like two puzzle pieces perfectly aligned. To Jeonghan, you mean the world and more, and he never fails to show you just how deeply he feels.
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FREE USE HEADCANONS W/ YUNHO
pairing: dom!yunho x female!reader
rating: 18+
content/warnings: female reader, pet names (princess, cumdump, sex toy), free use kink (nothing cnc or anything like that, but it's there), unprotected sex, fingering, breeding kink, cock warming (throat), oral sex (m recieving)
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yunho has a strict dress code around the apartment. skirts or loose shorts always. shirts must allow for easy access. whether it be small tank tops that can be easily pulled to the side or button ups that can be ripped open at a moment's notice. bras are never allowed. and panties are only permissible if he lays them out for you. all outfits are handpicked by him unless he tells you that he wants a little surprise.
he absolutely loves that you work from home because it means that he has free reign with you. "yunho i'm busy," is a constant whine from you. and he just tells you, "so am i," while he fingers you. pulling your desk chair out and kneeling on the floor so he can eat you out. loves how you can't focus. not on your work at least. the only thoughts in your head are how good his fingers feel inside you. and you're about to cum when he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. keeping a stone-cold face when you whine. but he just stands up and pats your cheek with his wet fingers, "get back to work, pretty."
if you're ever laying on the bed or couch on your stomach, you better be prepared for a large pair of hands to appear on your ass out of nowhere. and for them to squeeze your ass so hard that you can still feel the imprint of his hands whenever they're gone. "perfect fucking sex toy," he'll mutter before slipping his cock under your panties and just running the tip along your soaked little pussy. and he loves how you bury your face in the cushions while he just teases you. never letting you cum because as long as he gets his fix, that's what matters.
he will fuck your pussy so full of his cum before you go to bed so that he can fuck it right back into you the next morning. you'll always wake up after a long night to him pounding your hole so hard that you're cumming before you've even fully woken up. and he'll cum inside you again while he smiles down at your fucked face before chuckling and tell you, "oh i'm so proud of you princess. my pretty little cumdump does her job so well. i wonder if i can finally fuck a baby into this pretty tummy."
probably yunho's strictest rule is that when he's gaming, you are under the desk. for as long as he's in that chair, your throat is his. and he expects you to warm his cock in that warm mouth of yours so that he can glance down at you and see just how pretty you are with your lips stretched around his cock. and if he cums? well you better hold it in your mouth until he says you can swallow it. "because you know what happens when you know what happens when you break my rules baby"
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MORE VIRGIN SPENCERRRRR
from the start | spencer reid x reader
Spencer's a nervous mess in your bed, but you like it.
wc: 1.7k, rating: explicit/18+
tags/warnings: puppy bf!spencer, virgin!spencer, early seasons!spencer, hookup, friends with benefits(?), dominant fem!reader, gratuitous use of petnames (baby, darling, etc. but it wouldn't be a minnie special without petnames), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex
a/n: a weird dream of mine turned into a spencer self-insert (jk) so I wrote 1.7k words just to fuel my delusion. this is also a little birthday gift from me to all of you! i've hit 1000 followers (!!!!) on this little spencer blog of mine and i am so so grateful so the only thing i can do is write spencer smut to celebrate! also this lovely anon asked for virgin spencer and I literally cannot refuse (also crossposted to ao3)
You arenât complaining, ending up in bed with Spencer Reid again.Â
Youâd met at a bar, the usually shy genius (according to his friends) coming out of his shell to talk to you, and it had ended in a couple of drinks and you making out with him against the wall in the back of the bar.Â
Youâd brought him home, fully expecting to fuck him. Youâd gotten him into your bed when heâd confessed heâd never done anything like this before, but you didnât have the heart to tell him you could tell. Instead, youâd given him a blowjob before he fell asleep in your bed after a long week on a case. The next morning heâd bashfully woken up to breakfast, and a promise that youâd like to see him again.
âItâll be less intimidating like this,â you pet his cheek softly, before you turn over onto your hands and knees. You notice that Spencer doesnât move, so you turn your head to look at him.Â
Spencer frowns. âI thoughtâ I wanted to see your face.â
âYouâre sweet, darling,â you chuckle. âCome on. I promise this will be easier on you for your first time. You know what to do?âÂ
Spencer hums, his eyes shyly looking to your rear now. Youâre on display for him, thick thighs framing the wetness of your pussy. You know he canât take his eyes off you, his inexperience obvious and extremely arousing.
Spencer had been a bumbling mess as youâd kissed him, as youâd undressed each other, his hands trembling through it. âYou know you can touch me, right?â You tease, and Spencer whines rather petulantly. âTake all the time you need, baby.â
Spencerâs large hands are on you, gentle on your skin. His hands pet you rather sweetly, over your hips and thighs, before he feels the softness of your ass under his palms. You hear his shallow breathing, and feel his thumbs spread you open. His breath hitches.Â
You donât say anything, patient as you let him explore your body. He touches you with an avid curiosity, like he wants to find out about everything that makes you tick, like he wants to commit the lines and curves of your body to memory.Â
His movements slow like syrup, his touch moves to your cunt, sticky with your slick. His fingers slide over your pussy; along your folds, over your leaking hole. âIâm going toâŚâ Spencer trails off, as he presses his index finger gently to your entrance.Â
You moan as your head drops between your shoulders, with Spencer sliding a curious finger inside of you. He feels around, and it feels more like a medical exam than foreplay, but Spencerâs lack of experience still turns you on extremely. Spencerâs voice is strained. âYou feel so warm. Youâre so tight.â
âYeah, baby, Iâm not sure if youâre goinââg to be able to fit,â you tease playfully, smiling as you look back at him. âYouâre going to have to make it fit, wonât you?â
Spencerâs eyes are wide, and he swallows nervously. âYesâ Yes, maâam.â
âUgh, youâre so cuteâ Oh!â You gasp as Spencerâs finger presses into you insistently, nudging against your spongy walls, against the spot that makes you lose your mind. âMm, right there, fuckââ
Being eager to please, Spencer does exactly that â he keeps fingering you, slow and steady, and waits for your approval. Youâre basically melting as he fucks you on his fingers, and you only remember you have a bigger plan until he whimpers. âHmm, baby?â
âI want to- I wanna taste you,â Spencer says, and you moan as his thumb nudges at your clit.
âYou- You sure you can last long enough for foreplay?â You jab, but you shudder in a moan as Spencer rubs at your swollen clit with more intention, pleased with the way he takes you apart. Â
Spencer scoffs. âI think I should ask you the same.â
âEat me out, Spencer,â you demand. Spencer just gets his head between your thighs.Â
You feel his mouth on your cunt, kissing you sweetly, moaning as he tastes you. His lips are soft and plush on your skin, his lower lip massaging at your clit as he eats you out. His tongue slides over your folds, wet noises coming from his mouth as he takes his time tasting you.Â
âYouâre stupidly good at this,â you moan, your face buried in his pillows as youâre barely able to keep yourself propped up. The pleasure Spencer gives you courses through your veins, electric from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You think you hear Spencer mumble a thank you, and the vibrations only make you moan even louder.Â
You want to come right now, but you know itâll be so much sweeter to orgasm when Spencerâs buried inside of you. You donât know if heâll be able to handle it, the hypersensitive, easily overwhelmed genius in your bed simply might lose his mind fucking you.
âSpencer, baby,â you coo. âWanna- Need you to fuck me now, darling.â
A high whine leaves Spencerâs throat, and heâs quick to pull away from you, as fast as heâd put his mouth on you earlier. âPlease! Please, I need toââ
You giggle, beckoning him to come closer to you. He leans over your frame until his face is close to yours, and you kiss him sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips, but Spencer is giddy as he kisses you back. He tries to trail after you as you pull away, and the sight is both adorable and extremely arousing.Â
âYou gonna fuck me good, baby?â You smile, feeling the hardness of his length pressed against your ass.Â
âYesâ Yes, maâam,â Spencer stammers, swallowing his anxieties. âCan- Can I?âÂ
âPlease, baby,â you groan, your hand reaching behind you to grab Spencerâs cock. He whimpers as you tug as it roughly, your movements haphazard due to the angle, but youâre lining him up with your hole. âYou know what to do.â
It doesnât take much effort for Spencer to press his cock into you. Thereâs uncertainty in his movements, but it feels like heaven as your cunt practically swallows him in. He fills you up so perfectly, his thickness rubbing against your walls in just the right way until heâs buried to the hilt, his bony hips pressed against the fat of your ass. âOh! That feels good, baby.â
You clench around him, relishing the feeling, and then you hear a pathetic little whine from Spencer. âHurts,â he says, in a weak, wet voice, and you want to both coo at him and fuck his brains out.Â
âIâm sorry, baby,â you soothe. âIâll make it feel better, yeah?âÂ
âPlease,â Spencer whimpers. âNeed you.â
You lift yourself off of Spencer for a moment, pulling yourself off his cock before sinking back down on him. Spencer is big, not even knowing what heâs been gifted with when you had seen him for the first time. He fits so well inside of you, feeling so perfect as you fuck yourself on him.Â
You would ask how heâs doing, but whimpers and moans liberally fall from his lips, and heâs holding onto your hips with a death grip, like heâll lose all sense of himself if he isnât holding onto you. His nails dig into your flesh, a delicious bite of pain through the pleasure of it all.Â
âPretty boy,â you groan. âYou fill me up so good, holy fuck, oh my Godââ
Spencer moans so loud your ears ring. âFeels good, so good, pleaseââÂ
âFuck me, baby,â you gasp, your hips slowing on him. He chases after you like he canât control himself, as he starts to thrust into you. âYeah, just like that, baby. Fuck.â
Spencer whines again, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks into you. His hips slap against your ass hurriedly, eagerly, like youâll disappear if he doesnât. âFuck, oh, Godââ
âYouâre so deep inside of me, baby,â you groan, barely able to keep your voice steady. You reach for his hand, guiding it to splay out against your lower stomach, where his cock bulges with every thrust. He practically sobs. âYou feel so good, darling.â
âThinkâ Iâm gonnaâ Hhrghhâ Iâm not gonna last long,â Spencer finally gets the thought out, his genius clearly and understandably slashed when heâs buried in warm, wet pussy. You feel kind of proud of that.Â
âCum, baby,â you groan, not unaffected by Spencerâs eager, frantic fucking. âInside of me.â
He lets out a pathetic little sob, one that turns you to no end, and then you feel Spencer coming inside, his load hot and messy as it paints your walls, filling you up. You clench around him at the feeling, so heady and overwhelming, and Spencerâs little whine at the pressure has you orgasming too. Itâs a new kind of high, a perfect storm of pleasure filling every bone in your body.Â
Spencer is warm and heavy as he half-falls on top of you, a sweetness to his movements as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you but begins to soften. Your arms and legs feel like jelly, but you manage to coax him to lay down. His arms sling around your waist to hold you, and the position is surprisingly intimate.Â
âThank you,â he says breathlessly. You turn around in his grasp, letting Spencerâs cock slip out of you. He whines a little, but smiles when you look up at him. Spencer repeats, sounding more earnest. âThank you.âÂ
âOf course, baby,â you say, smiling, and lean forward to kiss him. Itâs sweet, no heat behind it as you press your lips to his. Spencer seems to appreciate the affection, his thumb tracing little circles into your hip. âYou were really good. Was that good for you too?â
âCouldnât you tell from how fast and how hard I came?â Spencer laughs, seeming a bit shy.Â
You coo, your hand cupping his cheek. âEven if you did, it was extremely endearing.â
âI think you just like corrupting me or something,â Spencer smiles, quirking his eyebrow.
You shrug, a teasing grin on your lips. âMaybe I do.â
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airing: fem!Reader x stalker!joshua
Genre:Â thriller, smut, stalking au
Word count:Â 10k
tags: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONâT FOLLOW IN THE READERS FOOTSTEPS AND STAY SAFE. rated R for life RUINING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND READ WARNINGS TO AVOID ANY TRIGGERING SUBJECTS, stalking, wrong just very morally black!joshua, dark imagery including but not limited to: implied and mentions of murder/threat, mentions of manipulation, mentions of blood, window sex and implied fear of falling out, possessive!joshua, pet names (angel, darling, ect), hair pulling, spanking, blowjobs/cunnilingus with consumption, face fucking, degradation, praise kink
Summary: Diary entries of a man in love. Joshua knew he loved you the moment he laid his eyes on you and had to have you, even if it meant enduring the echoes of every intimate detail of every sexual encounter youâd had before him. But he knew you were worth the wait. He was worth the wait.
author note: thank you @diamonddaze01 @wongyuseokie @tomodachiii @miabebe for betareading! mental health is great thank you for asking, im really excited to have been working on this and everyone involved in betaing have been so incredibly helpful. i hope yall enjoy and thank you again for your patience. <3
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Entry #3 - November 30th: White suits you.
You look so perfect the way you do. Perfect in white. Perfect in lace. Perfect. Perfect. Forgive me, darling, for being redundant. But thatâs all you look to me. Perfect.Â
What wasnât perfect was who you had in your room.
How perfectly imperfect.
But what was perfect was those sounds. So lewd. So perfect. Decadent. Enchanting you are, my dear. I wish I had been the reason for those sounds, but for now, I can only live vicariously through November 30th. He will only be known as November 30th. He doesn't deserve a name.
But, in a way, I should thank him. Heâs satiating you now. Heâs getting you ready for me as Iâm getting ready for you.
Be patient, my sweet.
Entry #15 - December 15th: You like how it hurts.
 I donât like this one. Heâs rude. Doesnât even open the door for you. Doesnât say thank you or please when he asks for something. Just dumps you into bed like youâre a ragdoll.
For some reason, you like that. You like that it hurts. You like it so much you scream his name. Iâm forced to learn it.Â
Seokmin.Â
Seokmin. Seokmin. Seokmin.Â
Awful name. Awful on the tongue. Iâd be better on the tongue.
But instead, heâs striking you. And I see red. In more ways than one. And you should be in agony, and Iâd rescue you. But youâre laughing. Youâre begging for more. Youâre not fighting him to stop. You enjoy it too much.Â
So Iâm watching again. But Iâm not gonna like it. I don't like him.
But you like it. Thatâs what matters. I despise December 15thâwhat he does to you, how much you like it, and how much I could do so much better.
Entry #32 - January 1st: You like to teach.
Happy New Year, darling. You started off with someone young. Someone talkative. An amateur. Youâre drunk, however, so I'm sure youâll regret it in the morning.
But for now, youâre enjoying yourself yet again, and by god is it messy. Heâs very messy. He touches you like heâs never had experience before, and you let him. I should resent you, but in no way can. Youâre precious. My experimental little darling. Iâm addicted to you. I must have you, and neither this Chan, Seokmin, nor Jeonghan can stop me.
But for now, I'm grateful the boy cut it short. Like the late bloomer is. How incompetent. But you made it a teaching opportunity. Youâre quite good at it. And you made the boy work to your advantage. Thatâs so sexy. So you. Not only are you beautiful, but youâre also clever. Just like I knew youâd be. January 1st is a good kid. But he should stay in his lane before I push him into one.
Entry #45 January 13th: Dirty talk is a must.
This one is rather peculiar. Overly confident. And ratherâŚannoying. Like a puppy without a leash. Drunk on ego and hard liquor with names I donât even bother to pronounce. Heâs pretentious and itâs clear in the way he undresses himself for you.
He treats you like heâs the only man in the world, and youâre simply beneath him, but I know youâre so much more. Yet, you encourage it. You encourage his⌠delusion that heâs this outstanding work of art.
You love how he narrates, how he talks to you as if youâre incompetentâdegrading evenâand you egg him on. âGood girlâ this, âbad slutâ that. Itâs contradictory, but you enjoy it nonetheless. You get off on such obscenity. Youâre euphoric from it. Although I hate to do such a thing and call you rancid names, Iâll have to ponder more creative versions.
Nonetheless, you like a bit of chatter, donât you? Well, January 13th will have nothing on me, my little Angel.
Entry #78 - February 15th: You can keep going until youâre in ruin.
Youâve had a lonely month, and I do apologize, my darling, especially since itâs partially my fault. It is not my time just yet to have you. I must discipline myself first. Condition myself to cater to your every whim. And you have a lot of them.
Youâre greedy. This one was utterly restless, I almost felt bad. His stamina had nothing on yours, darling, and I see that you can bite more than you can chew. Youâre insatiable. I lost track of the hours that night. My knees, scraped raw and red against the rough concrete floor, as I stayed hidden in the shadows, waiting for you to finish, which you did. Again. Again. Again. Again.Â
I was starting to abhor this February 15th. What country did he save in his past life that earned him such devoted attention? Was he just that amazing? Did he make you 1000% satisfied? Would I have to kill him for that kind of love? Skin him and string him up like Christmas lights? It would be nice to prepare for the holidays early, wouldnât it?
Iâll refrain for now. For your sake. But to keep up with you, my condition needs to multiply tenfold. I need to be able to be ready. Do what I need to to make indubitably and utterly mine.
M I N E.
Entry # 124 - April 1st: Toys are for adults too.
The joke was on me thinking youâve changed your ways. Making love, or should I say primal sex, seemed to be something in the back of your head, but that wasnât the case.
Instead, you fucked someone. A comedian nonetheless, and after he had finished his stand-up. You sat your pretty ass on the stool beside him, twirling your pretty strands of hair, batting your pretty lashes on that pretty face of yours. Just because it was April Fool's day doesn't mean you had to be the fool, my love. That was reckless.Â
But I suppose I learned something about you. Something you like in bed that you havenât exhibited in others is that although you love a good laugh, it wasnât fit for the bedroom. Sometimes, toys arenât just a trickster's accessory but a vixenâs too. They are just simply different. Distinctly different.
Though a comedianâs job is to speak, you had himâwellâgagged. Ball-gagged, no less. That was... intriguing. Enticing, to say the least, and you turned the whole performance into something far more captivating. Thereâs always something new Iâm learning about you, love. And I canât wait to show you what Iâm capable of when I finally get my hands on youâand your toys.
Entry # 200 - June 14th: You could do it anywhere.
Keeping up with your summer antics wasnât easy. Considering every precaution Iâve taken and every obstacle Iâve faced, I did everything from double-checking flight numbers to calculating the perfect distance to stay hidden. If only you could appreciate my efforts, love. I had to make sure my hiding place remained undetectedâalways just far enough to stay out of sight, but close enough to ensure your safety.
And while I thought a vacation with your family was the last place youâd do looking, you wound up somehow in your brotherâs best friendâs bed. Seungcheol, was it? You really have no fear, do you? All while your family was all downstairs, you were getting your desserts while everyone was preparing for dinner, wondering where you were.
Or when it was time to go down by the beach and you had a little adventure in the dressing room of âMarthaâs Swimsuit Boutique.â The employees blamed the sounds on the old building fixtures or whatever was happening next door, but I knew what was happening in there. Hell, every person with working ears knew what was happening in there.Â
Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to forget you, to stop loving you, to forget you and how much youâve hurt me. But I can't. No matter how much I want to or how many times I try, you're in my blood now. You're in my head, under my skin, and I can't rip you out. I donât even want to.
Youâre a part of me I canât remove, like a vital organ. I just want you. I need you. I breathe you. If you want to do so much, I would take you right there on the dining table and wouldnât care who watched, just to please you. Feel, taste, pound every part of you, from the red in your veins to cum that would flood in between my gums.
IÂ D O N TÂ K N O WÂ H O WÂ M U C HÂ L O N G E RÂ IÂ C A NÂ W A I T.
Entry # 237 - July 20th: At the end of the day, you want love too.
Thereâs no need to cry. He was never meant to have you is all. I must commend your brother. He beat that boy harder than I expected him to, but then again I would do a lot worse.
He didnât deserve to have your heart. He was an idiot. I would never be like him. And youâll realize that soon enough.
I would show you so much more. I can be so much more. I am so much more. My darling, I would travel to the next galaxy to have you, give you all that you desire, and make it so that the only tears you shed are the ones in bed when I prove to you how much youâre mine as much as I am yours.
Entry # 242 - July 25th: Today is the day.
Preemptively, I decided to go with a scent youâre familiar with. You've held out for weeks, even months, since your miraculous escape on July 20th. Youâre stronger now, more confident, self-assured. very mindful, very demure. Iâm sorry, I couldnât resist saying itâjust like youâve repeated since locking yourself away. Itâs cute, really. This whole ârecoveryâ thing, it suits you.
Itâs like you were made to pique my interest and appetite. Even right now, as youâre outside the window of this restaurant, unsure if you want to enter because this was the one youâd frequent so often with him. Your favorite place to be since you were a little one.Â
I still canât believe you decided to move back home. As if he hadnât hurt you enough, you breathe the air he does? Watching him engage with the pretty blonde on his arm will not heal you, my sweet Angel. It is wrecking you. You shouldâve left when you had planned to then.
I picked up my life and ran after you because I worried so much. I worried what would happen if I werenât around to be with you. To make sure youâre okay. But I wonât have to anymore.
Today, I pretended to pick up a book you dropped to make eye contact with you, slipping a secret message I left on a Post-it inside. I hope you read it. I hope you reciprocate. And if you donât, it had been all for nothing.
Iâd be nothing.
Entry # 243 - July 26th: I love you.
You answered back, just like I thought you would.
âHi :)â you said, with that cute emoji thing you do. How adorable.Â
For a moment I was worried, you wouldnât but only a moment I promise. I would never doubt you. I have entire faith in you, youâd realize what this is. The fire I have burning for you.Â
Iâm glad youâre giving us the chance to realize what weâre meant to be. I canât wait for our first date. Iâm so excited, I donât even know what to write for today. I just want to live in the bliss of knowing that you finally see me. See me.
Entry # 244 - July 27th: You couldn't wait, and I almost gave in.
You tried kissing me. Put your hand on my thigh. Brushing against myâ
I canât be impatient. This journey canât be rushed. No matter how much I want to push your head into the mattress and split you in half as youâre calling out my name.
The sooner I give in, the easier it is to make me a rebound. And I am no rebound.
I am meant to be your eternal. Your other half. Your perfect opposite.
Sleeping with you as soon as tonight wouldâve tainted our beginning. You mean so much more to me than that.Â
Just know I want you so bad. I want to get to know you. I want to see you. For our future to start, we need to start this off right. Youâve signed up for a slow burn, my darling.
We are worth the wait.
Entry # 255 - August 7th: I love you more than I realize.
We are so good together. Even if the bag boy decides to flirt with you in front of me, and even if you entertain it a little, thinking I wouldnât see.
Youâre trying to punish me for being disciplined. Itâs funny. The things I could do to punish you for testing my patience. Donât pretend to be all innocent when you bend your ass towards me, leaning up against the conveyer belt to show off both yourâŚassets. Give a show to me and that loud vest-wearing scum.
You think youâre so clever. So sneaky. And maybe you are. Youâve made quite the effort to conceal the truth about your previous relations. I like to think youâre doing it for me. For my sake. Because youâre so considerate. But I know the truth my darling. I know all I need to know about you. But I appreciate your efforts.
You really do love me. And somehow, I love you even more.
Entry # 297 - September 18th: You miss him.
You saw him today, and although you hid it, I could see it in your eyes. You miss him still. Like he was a scar etched into you, or a blood stain that was impossible to get out.Â
Did I have to kill him to rid you of thoughts of him? End your suffering by ending his life. It would be easy. So so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so easy.
I just canât stand the way you look at him. A mere boy when a man like me is beside you.
Making you wait feels almost impossible now. Who the hell am I kidding? Iâm the one who's waiting.
I just had to do one last thing before. Just one more thing. By then it would be final. And it would just be us. Forever.
-
You had been seeing Joshua for just a few months, but he was different from the guys youâve met before. A genuinely good guy. Gentlemanly, even. You found it cute and maybe hotâabsolutely hot. Nothing more attractive than knowing a man can keep his hands to himself.
But now, you found yourself wondering if he had not initiated because of something else. Since youâve met, heâs always been the perfect gentleman, polite and thoughtful in a refreshing and frustrating way. Itâs rare to meet a man who doesnât leap at the chance to get you into bed, and while you found his restraint enticing and irresistible, it also left you questioning whether heâs just being courteousâor if heâs doing it on purpose to ward you off.
Youâve given Joshua every hint imaginable. The thong peeking out from your jeans when you bent over, the casual unbuttoning of your top whenever his eyes drifted your wayâeach move deliberate, strategic. You even threw in your signature look, those smoldering eyes that always did the trick, scanning his body as if you could ravage him whole, and you would. It had a flawless track record. Until Joshua, that is.
It made you want him more. Like he was making you wait, beg for his attention. Made you forget for a moment you were crying over Seungcheol some time ago. As if your heart didnât shatter into a million pieces shortly before meeting Joshua.
Even when you saw Seungcheol brieflyâso brieflyâa part of you still missed your ex, but you craved being in Joshuaâs arms more. Like medicine. Joshua was your medicine.
God, you needed him so fucking viscerally.
Thatâs when you decided. No more beating around the bush this time. Itâs been four months too long. You had to have this man.
You decided to make a surprise appearance at his placeâthe address you just happened to "discover" on his driverâs license when he wasnât paying attention. And, of course, you showed up wearing something kind of insane.
You know those movie scenes where the sexy love interest throws on an oversized trench coat with barely anything underneath, or sometimes nothing at all? Yeah, well... you decided to try that. And now youâre waiting outside of his apartment building in the autumn weatherâfreezing your literal ass offâwaiting for him to get home to give him the surprise of his life.
It had been over an hour, and with each exhale, your breath hung in the air, a visible reminder of the cold. You hugged your coat tighter around your body, clutching it like it was the only barrier between you and freezing to death. And honestly, it might as well have been. Standing outside his building in practically nothing had your heart racing for all the wrong reasons.
Here you were trying to be all cutesy, sexy, and fun, and this damn man wasnât even home. Were you out of your mind?
The anxiety was creeping in. The biting autumn air had found every exposed inch of your skin, and your confidence was sinking fast. Just when you were ready to leave this cringe-fest waiting to happen, and retreat to the warmth of your own home, you heard footsteps approaching from down the street. Your pulse quickened as you glanced up, and there he was, walking towards you in a long dark coat and sweater.
Joshuaâs eyes met yours, his expression shifting from confusion to slow realization as registered you from his distance, watching you stand there bundled in your trench coat with something obviously beneath it. His lips parted slightly, his brow furrowed, but there was no judgmentâjust surprise, and more so curiosity.
You instinctively tightened your grip on the coat, pulling it closer around your nearly bare body as you leaned against the wooden front door that had been stubbornly keeping you outside. âHey,â you managed to whisper, your voice trembling slightly in the cold, watching your breath materialize in the air as a delicate cloud of frost.
âHi?â His tone was cautious but amused as if he was trying to piece together exactly what was waiting at his doorstep. He shoved his leather-gloved hands into the pockets of his own coat, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âThis is...unexpected. What are you doing here?â
You let out a shaky laugh, nerves bubbling up as you shifted on your feet, your bare thighs scraping against one another as they clenched. âYeah, so... thereâs a really good explanation for all of this, but, um...â You glanced down at yourself, then back up at him, feeling more exposed than ever. âCan I come in first?â
His place was disturbingly neatâpsychopathically neat. It was the kind of spotless where everything seemed too perfect, like someone with more than a few screws loose needed complete control over their space. Every surface gleamed, not a speck of dust or a misplaced item in sight.
âWant something warm? Tea, maybe?â He politely offered with a warm smile.
You found yourself mirroring his smile, a giddy excitement bubbling inside you like a teenager with a crush. With a light skip, you made your way back toward him, the trench coat swaying around you like an oversized brown paper bagâso tempting to just shed it. âThat sounds really nice. Anything would be good.â
âOkay. Iâll put on some Earl Grey for you.â His lingering smilewas the last thing you see before he disappeared in the kitchen, giving you the opportunity to learn more about the owner of the home.
Nothing was out of place. The walls were a sterile beige, devoid of any warmth or personality, while the furniture radiated with an unsettling shine that suggested it had never truly been used. Not a single wrapper marred the coffee table, nor was there a crumb in sightâeverything was meticulously arranged as if he harbored an unyielding aversion to disorder. It felt more like a stage set than a home, the kind of place that made you wonder if anyone actually lived here, especially given the spontaneity of your intrusion.
Your blood ran cold. The longer you scanned the room, the more strange it felt to be standing there. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as unease settled in. You suddenly found yourself questioning why he was taking so long with the tea.
Your toes curled in discomfort as you glanced over to where Joshua had disappeared, and just then, he emerged from the kitchen, two mugs of steaming hot tea in either hand. He set them down on the coffee table with a practiced ease and settled onto the pristine couch behind him. âHave a seat. We can wait while the tea steeps.â
You nodded, a tight look on your face, and lowered yourself onto the couch beside him, accepting a cup and sipping on its deeply rich content. âThank you.â
âNow, what brought you over here? Iâm surprised you managed to find out where I lived...considering I never told you,â he said, his expression blank as he nursed his cup in his hands.
âWell,â you began, swallowing hard as the heat from the tea scalded your tongue and burned its way down your throat. âIâm not quite sure how to explain this, butâŚI found your driverâs license when it fell out of your wallet on one of our dates, and I kind of memorized your address? I thought Iâd surprise you.â You paused, a nervous laugh escaping. âThatâs weird, isnât it?â
He set his tea at the corner of the coffee table, and clasped his hands together, a teasing glint in his eyes hearing your confession. âWell... I commend you for not only your bravery in the doing and admitting fault, but itâs not that weird, actually. Itâs kind of flattering.â
âReally? But I invaded your privacy. Thatâs invasiveâalmost illegal, isnât it?âÂ
For a fleeting moment, you swore you saw his fists clench, but then one of his hands slid over yours, his thumb gently brushing against your knuckle, quickening your heart rate. âBut if I say itâs okay, then itâs okay. Right?â
Also, setting your tea aside, your other hand instinctively fell on top of his, the earlier discomfort and worry fading into the background. âI guess so.â
He shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours. âYou look cold. Would you like a hug to warm you up?â
âS-sure,â you managed to stutter, your voice barely above a whisper as you accepted his invitation.
As his arms enveloped you, you felt the raw strength he kept hidden beneath the layers of clothing. The warmth radiated from his body, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he tightened his embrace around you, holding you protectivelyâpossessively even. You breathed in his scent, registering his cologne you were all too familiar with and something else you couldnât put your finger on. For a moment, every trace of anxiety disappeared. Joshua had a way of making you feel secure again, of restoring that sense of safety you hadn't realized was what you were in search of.
You leaned into it, your breath fanning over the skin of his neck as your hand roamed up his back, eager to peel off his physical and mental layers keeping you from devouring him with reckless abandon. You wanted to pull him closer, to feel the reassuring weight of his body against yours, like your own personal shield. The conflicting urge to consume him entirely, to the point of exhaustion, while simultaneously cherishing every part of him was a dilemma you never anticipated facingâespecially so soon after a breakup. Joshua stirred something deep within you, something you couldnât even begin to explain, no matter how hard you tried.
When he let you go, the absence of his warmth was immediate, but the kind smile on his face remained as if reassuring you that everything was fine. âBetter?â
âYeah. That was nice,â you whispered, still holding his hands, both large and perfect.
âGood. Now. What was this surprise that couldnât wait for a text or phone call?â
Now, a wave of nerves washed over you once more.
Your hands fiddled with the straps keeping your attire in place, and you hesitated before standing before him, mustering up the final bit of courage you had left in place of your dignity. âWell, I wasnât quite sure if you were just being the polite gentleman who could âdo no wrongâ or if youâd been completely oblivious to the hints Iâve been throwing your way since our first date. But Iâm here making it as clear as possible for you, Joshua Hong.â
With a determined tug, you loosened the tie that held your closure in place, letting it slip from its knot and revealing the reason you felt goosebumps up your legs. Your breasts bulged out of the lacy fabric, leaving almost nothing to the imagination and hugging parts of your body the man before you had only seen in passing through a window. The pillowy flesh spilling from your decorated underwear left him with a sensation that wrapped around Joshuaâs throat and clenched.
He couldnât feel himself breathing, drinking in your exposed skin, admiring the bright white of the lingerie complimenting your skin as it clung on to you seamlessly, while the trench coat finally found itself where it belonged on the ground. He sank the couch behind him as you came closer, wordlessly tracing every curve, dotting every mole, noting every mark or scar as you loomed over him in feigned innocence. The only air he could draw was his ragged breath, his hands aching to touch you.
âI would love nothing more than to have your hands all over me,â You said with a sultry edge, dripping with obvious intent.
Your knee dug into the couch's cushion, the other following and taking residence in Joshuaâs lap as he simply watched. His eyes softly blinked back up at you as you settled into him, having him melt under every word you spoke.
âIs that so?â He asked calmly, physically refraining himself, and ignoring the dark thoughts clouding his logic.
You threw your arms around his neck, gazing down at him as you shifted in his lap. âI do. Itâs all I can ever think about anymore. Ever since these last four months.â
âHmm,â he hummed thoughtfully, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, like steam escaping from a kettle.
âIs that all you have to say?âÂ
â...Am I supposed to say something more?â
âHow aboutâI donât know. âIâve been waiting for you to say that the whole time,â or âI feel the exact same way, tongue wrestle me until we pass out.â Give me something,â You begged.
He shrugged, playing up his ignorance. âDoesnât sound like me? Does it?â
âIs this really all you can talk about? A girl in her best lacy underwearâin white mind youâsitting in your lap like sheâs accepting ones in a night club, and youâre fixated on your characterization?â
He shrugged again as if taunting you, the smile on his face growing sinister at your agitation. âI have poor depth perception.â
You groaned, your body feeling heavy as you slumped against him, ready to slide off his lap in defeat. âI give up.â
But just as you were about to peel away from him, you felt a firm pair of hands steady you, anchoring you in place. Joshuaâs eyes sharpened as his grip tightened, fitting your body in the curves of his palms. âWhere do you think youâre going?â
You blinked back at him, confused yet oddly at home in his touch, despite the rapid beat of your heart suggesting otherwise. âI thoughtâI kinda thought you wanted nothing to do with me,â you reluctantly answered.
His cool palm slid against your flushed skin, trailing up your body and igniting a path of fire that battled the waves of chills following up your spine. Instinctively, you fell forward, involuntarily pressing your lace-clad chest against the cashmere of his sweater and finding purchase back around his broad shoulders, which looked bigger than usual. A soft squeak passed your lips as he tugged you towards, fitting your bodies together like pieces of a puzzle.
âYou couldnât be more wrong.â His hands grasped the sides of your thighs as he tucked them around his torso, not once breaking eye contact.Â
You felt a cold sweat trickle down your skin, your body stiffening as you focused solely on the soothing tenor of Joshuaâs voice. âI always see how you look at me, Angel.â His fingers carded through your hair, pushing it to one side and delicately grazing over the fullness of your breast. âAnd I love how you look at me.â
âJosh,â Your voice emerged softer than you expected, almost tinged with a plea as you drew closer.
âAnd believe me when I say this, darling, Iâll always want something to do with you. I want everything to do with youâŚif you let me.â
You felt his hand somewhere youâve only ever imagined: at the hook of your bra before he slowly started to unlatch it, the straps falling off your shoulders as your support came undone. You were grateful to be pressed so close to him. Otherwise, your entire upper body would be entirely nude. Entirely exposed. You tucked your arm over your chest, gaze dropping at the perceived proximity until Joshua gently moved you by the chin to meet his eyes.
âDonât.â He quietly demanded, purposefully moving away, and the undergarment fell from your body, your nipples christened by the chill air conditioning. âSo perfect.â
His hand hovered over their shape, only ghosting over them but not nearly touching, yet either bud tensed at their mere presence. You exhaled shakily, your breath uneven and impatient, as your eyes suddenly drifted away, overwhelmed by an unexpected rush from his uncharacteristic attention.
âYou donât want to know how much I imagined putting you in my mouth.â His pursed lips landed on your collarbone in an open mouth kiss, gently pulling you between his lips.
You softly moaned, unfurling your digits before they slid up his neck. You couldnât think, you couldnât speak, you couldnât do anything butâyou felt his mouth latch onto you, teeth burying into your flesh. You parted your lip in another moan, instinctively reacting to the familiar concoction of pain and pleasure exhibited by previous partners, but this was Joshua. Gentlemanly Joshua.
He bared his hand flat against your back, dipping your body towards the coffee table and pressing urgent kisses to the hollow of your neck, lingering against the pulse of your throat and digging his hips into your pelvis. Your hand roamed over his body, cradling his head and pressing him closer against you as your knee hooked around his waist.Â
Joshua swung his hand behind you, knocking over the mugs with a loud crash, sending tea spilling everywhere on the ground as the flat surface of the coffee table urgently met your exposed back. It stung how cold it initially was until the weight of his body stunned you, leaving you impervious to everything else. He grabbed your side, wrestling with the skin of your clavicle as his hand ran harshly over your erect buds, grinding them under his palm.
In between your legs, you felt warmthâthe kind that makes a show when you could only think of being rammed at 100 miles an hourâand you felt it soak in the fabric of the lace, flossed between your folds when you were desperate for friction. âJoshua, pleaseâŚâ you cried.
He shoved away the useless bra now just hanging off your body before his lips curled around the curve of your breasts, kissing their underside as his thumbs fiddled with their sensitivity. Your knees bent towards you, your hips pulsating against his thigh as his tongue taunted you, flicking over the texture of your nipples and nipping at the tips as he pulled with his teeth. You whimpered, body falling limp on the table as he nursed you between his lips, his eyes piercing back at you lewdly as an occasional moan would leave his lips.
âTell me how you like it. Teach me.â He spoke with a quiet, commanding authority.
âY-you seem to be doing a good job so far.â
He smiled, running his hand through your hair before it gripped between his knuckles, sending a rush of ache from your scalp. Your eyes shot up to meet his, a blend of fear and arousal flashing through them, but you were quickly soothed by the gaze he held, sultry and unshakable. âShould I be mean then?â He offered.
You let out a brief yelp after his hand swatted over your plush thigh, your flesh spilling between his fingers as he squeezed. The bridge of your nose touched your speechless expression, lips tracing over your face with a deep exhale. âGive you the kind of things you want? What I learned about you?â
âWhat have y-you learned?â you hesitated to ask.
His eyes glazed over you, seeing you melt at a simple glance before tenderly pressing his lips to yours, only sampling. You mewled in the depths of your throat, lips falling open as you kissed him for the first time, succumbing to the pillowy texture of his lips. His eyes partially open, he fixed his eyes on your features, how they contorted with his touch, reacting involuntarily to the rocking of his body against you. He was obsessed with the mere image of you.
âWhat Iâve learned, hmm,â he quietly pondered.Â
Giving him time to think, your hand cupped over his attached to your thigh, guiding it under you and around your ass, letting his digits outline the curve of your body. He chuckled and brought the other hand parallel, following his carnal urge to clutch you tightly in his grip. A smile melted on your face briefly, enjoying the sensation of his hands before he roughly pulled down your underwear before you could even gasp, leaving you truly naked.Â
âIâve learned that when you want something, you take it.â His hands come down to the bottom of his sweater and pull it along with whatâs underneath off of him.Â
His glistening tan reflected back at you, beads of perspiration coating his skinâlikely a result of months of tension finally unfolding. As you took him in for the first time, the way the light and shadows sculpted his form accentuated his physique, leaving you stunned and curious about what else he mightâve been hiding from you.
âSo take what you want from me, Angel.âÂ
God, you really could swallow him whole in a single gulp.
You repositioned yourself, planted your knees on the table, and tugged him by his belt. Your once pleading eyes became determined as you fixated on tearing off his pants, starting by unbuckling his belt at the waist. Your eyes fluttered, seeing the bulge through his briefs, twitching in your presence while you fit a finger at the top hem. A sigh escaped you; glance briefly up at Joshuaâs expressionâfull of patient anticipationâbefore wrapping your hands around his aroused girth.
â...Youâve been waiting for me,â you began to realize, seeing the cock firm up in your grasp.
He let out an amused hum, stroking the side of your head. âI wanted to make sure you wanted me.â
âOf course, I wanted you.â Your hand ran along his shaft, veins pulsing on the ball of your palm, and you pressed the head to your lips. âI just wanted you to show me you wanted me.â
Joshuaâs groans barely escaped as your lips curved around the tip and more than gently kissed. His hand clasped around your head, moving it so your eyes could face his, seeing him come apart in front of you. From just your teasing. âDarling, if I did thatâŚIâd never know when to stop.â
âJoshua. Iâd never ask you to stop.â
His hand cupped your face, and you melted into his palmâabsolutely reveling in the blind infatuation on your face before he made you face his arousal, cock grazing your chin before he pressed it past your lips. Your lips stretched around him like a rubber band, expanding to conquer his size but not with ease. Your hand covered his base and enveloping his length as much as you could.
âAngel,â he grunted.
He claimed the back of your head, leading your pace as you took him. Your hands clasped around his hips, fastening yourself to him. You could already feel your drool drip alongside your chin, becoming sloppy as you were fixated on his complexion: blissed with parted lips, looking at you like heâd been touched for the first time.
Your moans vibrated around him as he thrusted into you, momentarily breaching the air of his pelvis before he pulled you back, flicking his hips into your mouth and overcome with ecstasy. âMy good little Angel,â he groans, breath hitching in his throat. âTaking my cock like you were made for me.â
He tugged your hair tighter as you felt the hilt hit the back of your throat, and you thought to yourself how much It wouldâve hurt if you werenât otherwise drunk with bliss. You buried him deep inside you, holding him with both hands, sobbing on him with such anguish that people would assume you hadnât been fed for days.Â
Joshuaâs pretty lips got caught in his pretty teeth, and the darkness in his eyes deepened to a richer, more intense black as a sense of reckless abandon enveloped him. âGodâŚlook at youâŚgood little slut like you likes taking cock like mine, doesnât she?â
The sensation of your mouth massaged him heavenly, having you taste the heady tang of his skin on your tongue while your nose tickled against his groin. He clutched your head, your whimpers and cries pulsating around his girth, fucking your mouth until you hit the base. You looked up, pliant and willing, as tears swelled in your eyes, cheeks hot to the touch, and a thick sheen of slobber over your lips.Â
Youâre precious. And his. All his.
He pried either of your hands off him and restrained them above your head, carrying the weight of his control in his hips, crushing your mouth against his lap. While one hand had stabilized your wrists, the other back fell back in your hair, fucking your pretty mouth until he couldnât anymore.
Joshua felt his name muffled around his cock, staring back at you as you repeated his name, desperation echoing from your throat, but not to stopâoh no, he recognized this stare. He held you towards him, cutting your airways with hardly a second to breathe. Your eyes fluttered. Pupils began to roll to the back of your head as his cock slid down your throat, bottoming out inside you for the first time.
âYou want my cum, donât you? Youâre so damn obvious you do,â he taunted in an unfamiliar tone, foreign to you but nonetheless welcome.
You hummed confirmation around the girth, practically whining with full cheeks.
âAngel, you know what it means when I do, right?â he loomed over you, as your mouth was still pressed against him in an abrupt halt, still tasting all of him. âDo you understand what youâre getting into? The second I cum inside youâmouth or cuntâyouâre mine. Are you ready for that responsibility?â
You nodded, impatience singeing your tongue.
âReally?â The fingers threaded through your hair pulled you off, giving you the sharpest intake of oxygen before you fell right back where you belonged with a slam. The pain in your throat caused it to go hoarse, and the tears once swelling in your eyes streamed down your face. âYou better mean it, darling. Words arenât just a promise to me; theyâre a vow.â
His final thrusts were steady but harsh, pressing his size inside of you until you gagged, and finally, when he was merciful, you felt his hot stream coat your throat. His hips found their falter, plunging in and out of youâthe cum dribbling down your chin until he finally let you go, prying you off him and giving you a moment of rest sprawled on the coffee table.
But only a moment.
His hands wordlessly caressed you, body drained from release, but mind hungry for your essence. Every word heâs ever said in this exchange, heâs meant with every fiber of his being, down to his very core.
âTired, darling? Weâre only getting started.â
You softly chuckled, a tired smile reappearing for the first time in a while. âIâm in for a lot with you, arenât I?â you asked, strain evident in your voice.
âYouâre asking that question far too little too late, Angel.â
His lips puckered to met yours in a gentle kiss, then another, then another. You held him against you, not minding how disheveled you looked with your pulled hair and mascara streaks staining your cheeks, it was your turn.Â
Joshua found your body easily in your liplock, gliding his hands up and down your body in rushed motions as if memorizing you by touch. Your dips, your curves, your angles. There wasnât one part of you he dared to miss. And you smiled, you chuckled, so lust blind to see the symptoms forming before your very eyes as if they werenât already there. He swallowed your laughter, tasting victory on your tongue, and nuzzled in the crook of your lips. âCan I do the things I'm willing to do for youâwhat Iâm willing to do to you?â
You cupped his face, an impish grin on your face. âStop asking and fuck me like you love me, Joshua.â
Gladly.Â
He held either of your legs at his side, fingers aligning your folds and splitting in half. If they didnât already look big, they most certainly felt big. A single digit only traced along your slit, and your hips buckled, fluttering at the sliver of taste.Â
âIâve barely grazed you, and youâre like a flood down there,â he quietly teased, pushing in his index halfway.Â
You clenched around him, then around nothing, and he repeated, effortlessly stealing your breath with every move. You anchored yourself to the edge of the table. âYou know exactly why, Josh.â You whimpered.
He then pushes in the full digitâreaching deeper than you expectedâand you convulse around him. Your head snapped back, the phantom strings of Joshuaâs nasty habitsâalready acquainted with your bodyâpulling you in without warning. âOh my god.â
âYouâre so easy to please. As if I know everything about your body without you telling me.â He thrusted his finger, cultivating a rhythm he knew would be perfect for his little darling.
âItâs as ifâŚweâve known each other forever.â You stated in your countless, staggered breaths.
âForeverâŚâ he plunged another finger, feeling you flutter around him delightfully, âwith you?â
His smile, that unsettling perfect smile, pressed a tender kiss against your lips. âI rather like that. Me and you. Forever.â
You quietly laughed before tugging him into a deeper liplock, gently slotting your finger through his hair, not worried about ruining its pristine as you pulled him closer. âIâll take you and me forever.â
âNow, angelââ you took the hand he had inside you to guide him faster, deeper, your language becoming gasps and moans in a matter of seconds.
He didnât bother finishing his thought, too enraptured by your demanding hunger, that he pressed on further, feeding you his digits as you swallowed each one by one. His thumb caressed your pulsating bud for extra good measure, taking pleasure at how often you shake when he does, and rammed his fingers deeper in you, finally hearing what his name sounds like in a state of bliss.
Heâs overcome with prideânayâovercome with triumph. The way you look at him with such an utterly lewd expression, your delicious scent a thick film on your body that he couldnât help but want to lick and devour and engorge. He didnât need to have another orgasm for another second if it meant seeing you come apart the way you were right now.Â
âJoshua!â you cried, body shaking as if you were glitching, having an out-of-body experience, and you undid yourself the way he did: utterly and perfectly euphoric.
You creamed his digits with nectar, milky and fair, and he didnât wait a second for them to enter his mouth, knuckles deep. His eyes fell shut from elation, moaning around his hands, and he caught even the slightest drop down his wrists.Â
You were fuckingâ
âMagnificent.â He swallowed your lips once more, hungrily, arousal rushing down to his body again. âPerfect, my sweet little angel.â
â...forever. Me and you.â You repeated, not getting pass the conversation that was interrupted what felt like a millennia ago. âIâll take you for forever. And thatâs a vow for me, too.â
Joshua never expected this, such a scene of ease and pristine, seeing his future lie limp and happy and fucked. You had never looked so beautiful. After all the men youâve met, all the bodies youâve collided with, all the dicks youâve sucked, you always had a glow. Itâs why he tolerated such things, but to see that glow after him. It was the most radiating version of you. And to know youâll have him. He was the happiest man alive.
âOh, my darling.â He pulled you up from the table to sit you back in his lap, parting away your hair to clearly see your face smiling back at him even with the fatigue. âYou are the most perfect thing.â he shook his head in disbelief, unsure how he got so lucky.
âLet me take you to bed, hmm?â
You quietly nodded, admiring him back all the same.
You wrapped your legs around him tightly, before lifting you both up from the ground and walked into his bedroomâjust as unnervingly neat as his living room. Or should you say how neat it was. The bedroom presented its same beige aura, hardly a spec of dust in place, but the one extraordinary thing about it was the light casting from the window, beckoning over the entire city.Â
The second Joshua tossed your naked body on his bed, you immediately got back up, pressing your palms to the window to gaze down upon everyone through it. âYou can actually see everything from up here! Wow.â
You heard Joshua chuckle behind you with his footsteps towards you to follow. âYou like it, Angel?â
âItâs beautiful.â The glint in your eyes sparkled brighter than any star above you. âIâve lived here almost my whole life and Iâve never seen it like this. I can even see my house from here! That's crazy.â
Joshua let out an indistinguishable scoff, immediately covering his mouth before coming behind you, his hand settling on your hips. âI got lucky with the lease. Best Iâve ever seen. I never thought to appreciate this view, but now I have a reason to.âÂ
His kiss bloomed a familiar warmth across your face, and you leaned into his embrace, taking his arms around you as you shared the impeccable view. The city lights illuminated the streets, their people, their livelihood, and you never wouldâve imagined seeing it if you hadnât found Joshuaâs address.Â
You belonged here somehow, as if it was meant for you. It truly did feel special. Joshua made it special.
You brushed your backside to his groin, feeling something already prod your side and you swore you felt yourself purr. Bodies still connected, you leaned into the glass, knee digging into the cushions of the window nook. Joshua followed after you knowingly, hand pawing your thigh as his lips drew to your ear, nipping at the tips.Â
Your moan, deliciously loud, was all the signal Joshua needed to keep going. He mouthed against your neck, one hand crawling over your chest and another reclaiming your sensitive heat. You doubled over slightly, palming and smearing your fingerprints into the flawlessly clear glass, its chill not disrupting the heat festering your body in the slightest.Â
Joshua had your body thrum in reaction to his fingers, hips wriggling to his touch, and he heightened the strokes on your already throbbing heat. âJosh, please.â
He groaned into the crook of your neck, the outline of his erect cock distinctly recognizable against your lower back. âI want to show whoeverâs watching what youâve done to me, Angel.â he slammed his fingers upright inside you before returning to his regulated pace. âShow what pretty little slut you become when youâre within reach of me.â
âAnything, Josh, anything. Anything for you to fuck me.â
He snickered, an empty darkness echoing inside the tone. âYou asked for it.â
His body slammed up against you, hungrily biting along your skin as he nestled his cock between your slit as he entered. You sooner realized how fingers did his size no justice as they filled your cunt with strain. Your ass perked up behind him, not a moment longer before you were forced to adjust to his size with full thrust, holding you by your neck as his other arm cuffed you by your elbows.
âHoly shit,â you gasped, falling and bouncing back against him as his raw cock took you demandingly.
âThis pussy,â he growled, his hand striking the full shape of your ass cheek where it still stung, âIâve dreamt of this pussy.â
He buried himself in you, hitting the hilt deep with your core to the point your vision flickered back to your skull. Your legs parted wide, backing yourself against him until you were accepting every inch. âFuck that feels so fucking good, donât fucking stop.â
âYeah? My slutty angel likes my cock pounding into her pretty pussy?â
âYes, please, Josh, please give it to me. I love how you give it to me so good.â
âYou beg like that,â he gritted his teeth. âIâll have to properly deliver.â
You looked back at him and smiled, hair falling over your face and his thrusts made you a vision of lust, somehow gracefully breathtaking with his cock buried deep inside you. âYou and me forever, right? Donât stop now.â
Joshua was throbbing, practically beaming at your answer, and before you knew it, your chest was greeted with the frost-bitten window, now flattening against your breasts. Groaning upon impact, the tempered glass tensed your nipples, bringing them both to a hard point, now freezing and pebbling you from your arms to your legs.Â
Joshuaâs body pinned you in place, and you felt his unnerving arousal slide up and down between your cheeks and pushing back up inside you. âIâll show just how much youâre mine to the world.â His voice was still gentle yet demanding. âOnly because you asked for it.â
His flat palm struck you again, pushing up your body and letting the echoes of your collision play in surround sound. Your body, already sore from earlier, knew no rest as you took him deeper, the cold intensifying the pleasure rushing through your body. Your hips swiveled, playing with his cock like a personal toy, and you braced the window in front of you willingly, blasting on an indefinite high.
âThinking about how someone can see you up here?â He whispered. âTaking my cock like the precious little angel you are? Or letting me fuck you like the nasty fucking slut you are?â
You gingerly nodded, hugging the glass desperately to feel him deeper inside you.âYesâfuckâI want someone to see us. The thought gets me so wet.â
âSo vocal, angel,â he tugged the back of your head, devouring your lips. âMy dirty little angel.â
He held your arms behind you, pressing your whole torso against the window, and every snap of his waist had you bending more and more to his will. Every inch of his body had you flushed against him, feeling him present you to the world below like a goddamn masterpiece.
His body slammed again, shaking the glass and flickering fear into your eyes briefly before he reassured you by catching your waist in his hands. âScared?â
âA little,â you stammered.
âIâve got you, angel. Just enjoy it.â
And you did, endlessly as his pace picked up again, and by the number of times heâs pushed you, flipped you, rammed you against the window, you were no longer scared of falling through. The fragility of the glass was no longer of concern. You had Joshua to distract you from the life-threatening circumstances with every inch of his being. You had Joshua to protect you from the infinite possibilities of something were to go wrong with the window in front of you shattering. You had Joshua to feel safe no matter how scared and unsure you were. You had Joshua.
Joshua. Joshua. Joshua.
âJoshua, youâre gonna make me cum,â you mewled in his lap. Your ass took its turn to be displayed as your flesh pressed against the thick glass, bouncing on his cock that stiffened up to no bounds inside you.
âAre you? Your pretty pussy is gonna come all over my cock?â His voice now rushed, heightened, signaling how ready he was to burst like fucking dam.
Your nod carried urgency, your hands clasping against his face in desperate pleas, admiring that face youâve grown fond of, how you could see both light and darkness in them, filling you to the brim with an inexplicable euphoria that you craved with everybody youâve ever encountered. âI want it. I want to come all over your cock and feel you come inside me tooâŚMake me feel so good so full.â
âYeah,â he moaned, hand threading through your hair tightly, you hummed in confirmation, bouncing harder as you dared take him by his full length. âThis the best cock you ever had? The best one to put my hot cum inside you.â
âYes,â you gasped. âNo one elseâŚno one else can fuck me like you like this. I want you to fill me with all your hot cum.â
âS-shit,â he cried, tugging your back by the wrists, and fucking up into you, the window behind you christened with your sweat and slick arousal.
He ached to cover all his bases, pounding you to malleable dough, he filled your walls with his oozing determination, and his screams of release followed when he shot his promise inside you. His hips faltered in deep, thorough pumps, claiming your body in his hands with intense anguish as he inhaled your skin in his tight, unwavering embrace.
You felt the warmth inside and out of you, like a rapid stream of waterâonly more viscous and rewarding as your hips bucked, twitching in Joshuaâs locking hold, hardly breathing with the way he held you. You wrapped around him just as tight, letting go of him the last thing on your mind and savoring the trembling descent of your peaks.
There are then only sounds of your exchanged breathing, slowly coming down to Earth.Â
He lowered his forearms, bracing you from your lower back, and carefully lifted you from the nook to carefully lay you against his bed that felt like heaven enveloping your body. He crawled on top of you still, descending lingering kisses all along your body before his lips reached your tired heat, not even thinking of pleasuring you but doing it anyway as he lapped up the final remnants of tonightâs events.
His hums were pleasant vibration, wordlessly tasting every ounce of cumâyours or his, it didnât matterâand swallowing it like a full meal, gently caressing your swollen clit. He couldnât have enough of you, letting the brain fog control him until you started screaming in pleasure again.
You had to pull him by threads of his hair to stop, overstimulated by his unwavering hunger, and for a second that darkness was back in his eyes the deepest you had ever seen until they softened in concern, his grip loosening. âYou okay?â he wafted in with concern.
âYeah, it felt good, I justâŚyouâre gonna kill me,â you lightly joked.
He softly laughed, leveraging him up and facing chest to chest with you, devouring your lips with that lingering tang of dominance still on his tongue. âNeverâŚâ he whispered with a smile, before he inhaled you for a moment longer, swallowing your moans, caressing your body.
He finally found his self-restraint and let you rest, offering to run a warm bath in the hallway bathroom. You turned to him, taking his hand in gratitude. âThat would be really nice.â
âIâll start one up for you.âÂ
As he leaves, you sink into the bed, reveling in the sheets worn from your presence, and hear the water run in another room, smelling of the clean seat of soap, and nothing has ever felt so right.
âIâll carry you,â he stated before picking you up from your neck and back to your knees into the bathroom that was another vision of perfection, lit candles marking your path.Â
You gushed in disbelief, your body finally dipping to the perfect temperature as you were surrounded with rose petals and bubbles. Almost as if he planned this. Like he knew what to do and how to exactly do it.
âHow is it?â He asked, hospitality being of second nature. âWarm enough? Water deep enough?â
You gripped the edge of the tub to gaze back at him, bent down to meet your level with a soft, adoring smile as the water splashed against you soothed your aching body. âWho are you, Joshua Hong?â
He snickered, kissing the top of your head without answer. âIâm gonna let you be on your own for a moment, to really give your rest and after I clean up outside, maybe Iâll join you. JustâŚdonât go anywhere.â
You nodded, initiating a chaste kiss on his lips. âI won't.â
âGood girl.â His smile had never gotten so big, kissing you back with double the force before he got up to leave.
âLeave the door open,â you requested, âjust in case you wantedâŚa nice image welcoming you back.â
âAlright,â he said, eyes lingering on your state before finally taking his leave.
Joshua had his fun in the sun, clinging to every second of this perfect night, but he needed to clean up one more thing before it could truly end perfectly. The kitchen, if you could see it, was clean and pristine as the rest of the house goddamn near was until you helped him wreck it, except one thing just of place.
He glanced at the hunting knife in the sink, carelessly rinsed after he didnât think he had time to properly clean in your company. âFuck,â he muttered under his breath, realizing how long the metal had soaked in the water. He reached into the cabinet for cleaning supplies, his mind racing.
Dousing a rag with isopropyl, he carefully wiped every surface, hoping no streaks were left on the metal, almost failing to notice the blood ironically staining the stainless steel of his sink, to which he scrubbed and scrubbed with conviction. He couldnât help but be grateful for your lack of awareness, the thought of entering your kitchen not crossing your mind a moment this entire visit. Itâs why he loved you. You didnât ask unnecessary questions. You kept to yourself for the most part despite your rendevous. And you werenât trouble. he couldnât wait to return to you. His perfectly oblivious angel.
Meanwhile, you soaked in the water, smelling its essential oil and lathering up the bubbles on your body. In the corner of your eye, a door catches your attention, having not noticed it since entering the apartment. The only door with a keypadlock that seemed to require a code, protecting whateverâs inside or keeping whoever unwanted out. Your thoughts lingered for a moment, wondering what he wanted to keep hidden from plain sight. Hobbies? Priceless items? Murder weapons? Your mind spiraled through every possibility, leaving an itch you couldnât quite reach to scratch.
But before another second passes, youâre reunited with the man whoâs been consuming your thoughts, a smile of relief returning to your face.
âHi, everything good down there?â You gazed back up at him.
âYeah, sorry I took so long,â he sighed, the weight on his shoulders palpable until the tension eased away as he slid into the tub beside you.
You moved closer, collapsing into his chest and nuzzling against him, the warmth of his embrace far better than any hot bath. âIâm just glad youâre here.â
His hand gently stroked the back of your head, smoothing the damp tendrils on your shoulders as he glanced down at you, then at the mirror reflecting your intertwined bodies. The image before him was a vision of what the rest of his life would look like. As he correctly foretold. As he meticulously planned. Everything falling into place.
âMe too.â
Your eyes still flickered toward the door with the keypad, curiosity gnawing at you, but you pushed it aside. Whatever was hidden behind that door no longer mattered. Joshua was all that mattered now. You were irrevocably his, as he was irrevocably yours.Â
Whatever secrets he had, he could keep them.
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18+. smut. voyeurism ig? eddie, steve and reader are all freaky little fucks;) steddie x reader.
this is just something short and sweet to ease myself back into posting lol. idk if anyone read my post, but i will be going ahead with my plans for a spooky week on my blog!! i'm super excited about it!!!! i need to organise everything but when everything is finalised, i'll update you all :)â
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eddie had known he and steve were never going to be the best of friends, that was clear from the moment heâd moved in.Â
donning a basketball and a polo shirt rather than a bass guitar and an amp.Â
when his girlfriend had started coming around, he didnât think she liked him much either.Â
there wasnât a day where you werenât arguing or bickering over something stupid. Â
eddie just kept his head down, sliding his headphones over his ears instead of listening to the yelling.Â
he did that a lot while you were around, keeping his head low so as to not make it completely obvious that he had a serious boner for you.Â
he doesnât think that steve was the type to take lightly to something like that, more likely to beat his ass than to fist bump over your appearance.Â
well.Â
maybe youâd caught him looking a few times. gormless in staring at your tight jeans or the tiny skirts you went out in. but that was all.Â
youâd usually smile a little, maybe even twirl to give him a better view and then flounce out of the door on steveâs arm.Â
but now, his eyes stay clamped shut.Â
heâs not stupid.Â
the blanket rustles in a certain way when youâre doing something youâre not supposed to be.Â
contrary to popular belief, eddie had had sex before. he knew about the little sighs and muffled grunts, thatâs why he could tell instantly what was happening five feet away from his bed.Â
you whisper something to steve, too mumbled for eddie to really make it out.Â
ânah.. heâs asleep,â steve reassures, louder than you had been.Â
he wasnât. but he doesnât want to look now, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and attempting to control his rapid breathing.Â
the mattress creaks as steve pulls your body closer, his chest pressed against your back as his hand fusses with your tiny pajama shorts.Â
you exhale softly, signaling that this was no longer just a raunchy make out session and instead a manifestation of both his biggest dream and worst nightmare.Â
thereâs not much you can do on a university of chicago single bed. but you were sure giving it a try.Â
âshit,â your voice shudders, now accompanied by the unmistakable sound of skin against skin.
eddie doesnât mean to, honest.Â
but his eyes flicker, forcing themselves open to witness the x-rated scene in front of him. he canât help it, his mind going positively crazy trying to picture what was happening.Â
he just needed a reference image, something to help him fall asleep.Â
youâre already looking back, eyelids flitting shut with every stroke of steveâs cock, your mouth hung open with wetted lips.Â
he canât pull his eyes away. not with your gaze solidly meeting his, not when you were already looking at him.Â
your lips quirk into a smile, throwing your head back against steveâs shoulder but your eyes steady on him.Â
the blanket bobs up and down, consistent with the rhythm of the old squeaking mattress and steveâs low grunts. his face buried into the back of your neck, acting as a muzzle.Â
his hand snakes around your body, fist wrapping around your exposed neck.Â
eddie almost chokes on his breath, his fingers curling around his blanket. his cock was throbbing at this point, aching in his tight boxers.Â
fuuuck.Â
how is he even in this situation? he should be out partying or pulling an all-nighter in the library or maybe even meeting his very own girlfriend.Â
no.Â
heâs laid up watching his roommate fuck his girlfriend instead.Â
your eyes glitter in the low light, just before you pull out the big guns.Â
âoh fuuck steve,â breathlessly whining into the room, zero regard to the volume of your mewls.Â
steve hums, the hand that enveloped your neck now sliding down slowly to your tits, grabbing hungrily at the flesh.Â
eddieâs own hand palms at his skin, pawing pathetically at his thigh in a bid to divert some of the blood rushing to his dick, elsewhere.Â
steveâs pace fastens, his own moans getting louder, deeper even. his mouth sucking at the taut skin of your neck.Â
you werenât trying to hide it anymore, blinking slowly as steve pounds into you. the headboard now joining in on the chorus of sounds, repetitive and loud in the otherwise quiet room.Â
eddieâs cock twitches, forcing a strangled huff from his throat. he needed to touch you, badly. fingernails leaving half-moon markings in his thigh, counteracting the gnawing ache settling in his cock.Â
what steve does next very nearly sends eddie to fucking mars.Â
his hand leaves your chest, sliding back up your neck, his middle and fore finger circle your glossy lips before sliding slowly into your mouth.Â
holy fucking shit.Â
âjust like that, honey,â steve coos, his lips cock to the side.
heâs known this entire time.
eyes peering out from over your neck, watching eddie watch you and your performance.Â
eddieâs eyes flicker between the two of you, unsure of where to settle.Â
this all felt so strangely intimate, like he should get up and go join the two of you. he would, of course, if that were even an option.Â
to steve, this was probably some weird power play. a real, dirty kink, maybe. heâd hold this over eddie for the rest of the year, goading and taunting him about the time he watched him fuck his girlfriend.Â
but you, he canât figure out.Â
you were looking at him first.Â
that had to mean something.Â
you draw him out of his thoughts with a thick, raspy moan, stifled by steveâs fingers still between your lips.Â
âcâmon baby,â steve groans, averting his eyes back to you, âyou gonna cum? give it to me princess,â his thrusts becoming more sporadic as he obviously nears his own orgasm.Â
your eyes close fully now, leaving eddie to watch on his own. squeaking out intoxicating mewls with every stroke, every slap of skin.Â
your body goes limp in steveâs hold, âohh shit- donât stop, please.. please donât stop,â desperate pleas turning to whimpers as steve comes to his own climax.Â
throaty gasps for air mix with your whining words, frazzling eddieâs poor, hopeless brain for the rest of his inadequate life. Â
his dick hurts, straining in his hole-y boxers, begging to be touched. heâll have to tiptoe out to the bathroom once heâs sure youâre asleep. not that it even matters now.Â
eddie canât help but let his mind wander, had he cum in you? was it dripping out of your pussy?
heâs disgusted with himself for even going there.Â
steve sighs, placing a lazy kiss to the back of your neck, glancing at eddie one last time before embracing sleep and letting his eyes flutter shut.Â
it takes longer for you to come back down to earth, still reeling from your orgasm when your hazy gaze meets his again.Â
thereâs something different about your eyes, something that was missing from steveâs. the warmness, the friendly crinkle that sat on the corner. heâs not sure but it makes his heart thud even faster.Â
you blink a couple times before turning over and nestling into steveâs chest.Â
eddieâs left reeling.Â
a churning in his stomach that heâs not sure heâll ever be rid of. Â
he waits until your breathing slows completely and steve starts snoring before padding out of the room, an obvious tent in his boxers and a dying urge to make it disappear.Â
life wouldnât ever be the same again.Â
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summary | it was never a favor, allowing him to take up space in your apartment. but, time after time, he finds his way back and somehow, it brings an unexpected normalcy to your life.
author's note | in my heart, it's still flores. but canonically its de leon. i had the opportunity to watch the movie and hot take, it was...alright. but pedro's character made me just as feral as i expected. so here's this absolute monster for no reason other than, well, me ovulating.
content warning | 18+ mdni, the uninvited spoilers, set post-movie, roommates to lovers, enemies to lovers, reader works in the film industry, financial hardship, shitty living situations, lucien is a schmooze and a drunk, but also a sweetheart, angst, feelings, reader has shit luck with dating, there's also smut in here somewhere i swear (oral, couch sex, unprotected piv, all the good stuff)
word count â 11k (sorry lmfao)
âLucien?â You grumble around the chewy granola bar youâve snatched from the craft table, âLucien De Leon?â
The agent, Lucienâs agentâJames, also working for a few of the on-set cast, looked hopeless.
He nods, squeezing tight at the phone in his hand, one more inconvenience text from snapping it in half.
âNo,â You refuse, chewing at the sweet and sticky granola, âwhyâwhy me? My tiny apartment?â
âHeâs exhausted any other chance,â The agent explains vaguelyâyeah, real convincing, this guy, âlistenâI like you, youâve helped me in plenty of binds. Itâll be two weeks before heâs leaving for work, I just need somewhere to keep him for a while.â
âYouâre making it seem like Iâd be dog sitting or something,â You retort, watching as the agent glanced down at his phone, notifications spilling in, âthis is Lucienâcontroversy magnet, and heâs rudeââ
âYouâve gotta get to know himââ
âThe one set Iâve worked on with him he spilled my coffee on me and acted like I made him do it. Fuck him, tell him to sleep on a bench.â
âIâll pay you,â He scrambles, âJustâplease?â
You pause, narrowing your gaze. Being a production assistant hadnât been the life of luxury, minimal pay in an overpriced city in a shitty apartment with barely decent and affordable rent was nothing short of miserable.
âHow much?â
âA thousand,â He offersâa shrug of uncertainty follows.
Silence stretches.
âTwo thousand? Come onâthatâs a thousand for each week.â
âMake it three and youâve got a deal.â
The agent is quiet for a few seconds before he caves, sighing heavily, âFuck, fine. Three. Can I drop him off tonight?â
âTonight?â You balk, âYou know, youâre actually the worst.â
His hands grip your shoulders, shaking you with far too much force than needed, âYouâre a lifesaver, thank you.â
Heâs long gone and buried in a phone call before you grumble a disgruntled, âYouâre welcome.â
-
You consider later that evening that disclosing the recentâŚactivities around your apartment complex would have been a good idea, especially with someone as high profile as Lucien taking up space in your one bedroom apartment.
Three break-ins in the past two weeks, noisy and unruly neighbors both above and sandwiching youâit wasnât exactly peaceful or safe, but it was something.Â
You wait with a creeping anxiety as you tap your chopsticks against the homemade ramen youâve made for yourself, one true moment of happiness in the day as youâre finally sitting down to relax, feet aching terribly.
It was coffee runs and constant back and forths over forgotten supplies or paperworkâit was the perfect job to keep you active and on your toes, never sure when someone might blow up on you for whatever reason it may beâyou were nothing special, helpful, but when it came down to it, you were more or less in the way, so you often made yourself small out of habit.Â
The knock that startles you is hurried, like a panic. It sends your heart rate skyrocketing but your name echoes on the other side of the door, scrambling to open the door, youâre faced with two men.
The agent, James, a decent man despite his unorganized and erratic personalityâand Lucien, a piss poor disguise covering his face.
You snort, addressing the ball cap and sunglasses with an amused expression, it was doing nothing to cover the instantly recognizable wispy brown hair of his and aquiline noseâthe upcoming king of stage and screen. It was a wonder he even made it here in one piece.
âA natural chameleon,â You joke, widening your door to let them insideâthe apartment was clean, thankfully. Youâd scramble to get home after work and pick up, given you didnât have much time to actually prepare, âseriouslyâget inside before someone clocks you.â
The agent stays though, like his feet were planted.
âHeâs all yours,â He tells you, âyouâve got my numberâdonât let him leave. Iâll check in when I can. Keep an eye out for paps.â
âHey, noââ You interject, watching as the agent turned on his heels and departed, âwe didnât agree toââ, turning the corner with a shout of a long, helpless, âthat!â
You sigh with a deep frown, turning over your shoulder to find Lucien with a chopstick in hand, noodle dangling from the utensil with a curious face, sniffing it cautiously.Â
âHey!â You chastise, plucking the chopstick from his fingers, âStop that.â
He looks at you curiously, obviously taken aback by your tone of voice and lack of intimidation by him, like a startled cat.
Jesus, okay.
You force a calming breath through your nose and look up at him, âWould you like some?â
âIs it gluten free?â Lucien inquires, peering over your shoulder at the still steaming hot bowl of soup.
âActually, yeah,â Your brow furrows, âitâit is.â
âSure,â He shrugs, beginning to remove his cap and glasses, along with his jacket, resting them haphazardly on the kitchen island as he takes a seat on the only other unoccupied barstool in your kitchen.
âOh no,â You swiftly rectify his actions, âweâre not doing thisâthereâs a coat rack for a reason and a shelf by the door for things like,â You walk toward the front door, hand circling the object like a cherished belonging, âkeysâsunglasses, hats,â You stress the final two words and point at the items before jutting your thumb frustratingly at the door, ââif you donât mind, while I make your dinner.â
It was clear heâs spent most of the past several years with people ready and waiting on him, never questioning or ordering around, but it was basic human decency, you werenât going to allow him to be amiss to it.
He obliges quietly, a surprise to you. You hide the satisfied smirk as you pour the broth into the bowl along with the noodles before placing the bowl on his side of the island, placing another dish near him, scattered with different toppings.
Lucien looks silently intrigued, the ends of his mouth curling down in interest as he sprinkles various toppings over his food, beginning to eat silently as you return to your own meal.
After a long enough silence and Lucienâs occasional slurping you decide to set a hard boundary, given the various personalities youâve dealt with in the industry, it was you being proactive out of habit.
âLet me be clear, Iâm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart,â You inform him, locking eyes with his intense stare, something you hadnât forgotten, not since the on-set incident, âThis is still my home. Donât be an asshole about it.â
âJames said you were a firecracker,â Lucien smirks slightly, resting his chopsticks along the top of the bowl, âand a little bit of a bitch, butââ
âGood, he hasnât lost his mind then.â
âDonât worry, Iâm a professional at this shit now. You wonât even know Iâm here.â
Highly unlikely, you think.
He even makes a point by grabbing his bowl and emptying it before placing it in the sink before extending his hand out to your own bowl. You watch him wash the dishes, something that looks unnatural, but you arenât going to complain.
âYou always cook like that?â Lucien asks curiously over the running water, head turning over his shoulder briefly.
âNo, only Friday. I never have time otherwise, work isâŚbusy,â A generous way to describe it, but Lucien doesnât seem to care or question, drying off the last dish before extending his hands out by his side in a grand gesture.
Maybe he was expecting a roaring applause, but you donât give him the satisfaction. You offer him a genuine thank you but it doesnât extend beyond that before youâre trailing a few feet over toward the living room, a clean pillow and blanket draped over the couch, along with a fitted sheet if he felt like using it. It was all unmade, allowing him to set it up himself.
âAlso,â You clasp your hands together at your front, âJames didnât mention this because I didnât tell him but weâve had a string of break-ins for a while now, soâalways keep the deadbolt locked. Please.â
His eyes widen, looking around the apartment for the quickest escape. You were on the seventh floor, the only other escape option was a less than reliable balcony that you barely used.
âI have a bat,â You tell him, before pointing toward the door beside the entrance, âin the shoe closet, but I think weâre okay.â
âThink?â
You shrug, âIt hasnât happened yet, but the police have shit response time around here.â
Lucien looks overwhelmed, but nods.
âOh, and the neighbors like to have really loud sexâwalls are thin. Have fun.â
âNo puedo creer esta mierdaââ He mumbles under his breath as you turn your back, a sharp flap of a sheet, and a short laugh from you follows.
âBlame your agent, Lucien.â
He didnât think youâd understand him, but your astute hearing proved otherwise.Â
Lucien was putting on an act with his gesture, clearly.Â
He doesnât respond, pouting his way through the process of setting up his new bed for the next couple weeks in silence, ignoring the soft click to your door as you turn in for the night, the creeping and soft city noises filtering in through the thin apartment walls.
It wouldnât be an easy night but he's never really liked big, empty houses anyways.
â
The weekend is uneventful; you fear it might be a dream, too good to be true, a complete fluke.
Maybe he had a change of heart overnight, but Lucien is overly polite.
He deconstructs his bed both mornings, packing it away in a corner of the living room, listening to the television at a reasonable volume with fresh coffee in the coffee pot, he cleans up his dishes and leaves a marginal mess.Â
The real kickerâhe has the ability to keep the toilet seat down with your now shared bathroom attached to your bedroom, a realâŚgentleman.Â
You eyed him suspiciously most of the day, when heâs unaware and preoccupied, wondering when the facade would drop. Does he even remember the coffee incident?Â
He had to, right?
He approaches with a silent gesture of his emptied cup as you fill your own.
Fineâyou pull the cup from his grip and fill it to the brim, sliding it back over carefully.
He sips gingerly as he raises it to his lip before speaking, âSâgood coffee.â
âThanks,â You answer nonchalantly, pouring a generous amount of sugar and cream into your coffee and stirring, watching as the dark black lightened into a soft brown, âare you a coffee guy?â
âIâm an anything guy,â Lucien responds, âbutâgood, itâs good. Iâm impressed.â
âWhy?â You ask with a little more bark than needed, a flippant tone rounding out your morning irritation as you readied for work. âAre youâyou really donât remember, do you?â
Lucien raised his eyebrows in question, expectant.
âYour last job, up in Hollywood Hills. You spilled coffee all over me, blamed me, then got me suspended for a week, because of your outburst. I barely managed rent that monthâ
His eyes narrow, recollecting the thought like heâd been stricken with temporary amnesia.
âYouâre all so much of the same, yâknow?â You continue, sipping generously from your cup as his face relaxes, following your movements with a casual glance. âCocky, egotistical, little dicked men. Without me you wouldnât have that ridiculous fifteen dollar hyper whateverthefuck water you insisted you needed in your trailer, or your dry cleaning? God forbid. Seriously, fuck you.â
âWaitââ Lucien staunches, hold his hand up in pause, âhold onââ
You wait for approximately half a second before you roll your eyes, pushing beyond him to gather your bag and keys, âYou know, I donât need a disingenuous apology. Iâm not doing this as a favor. Iâm being paid.â
James had lied to him, that much he was figuring out as he processed the situation. You werenât someone offering up free charity, a helping hand for a starving actor in needâexcept that wasnât the case for him. Despite his team's careful guidance; he was a repeat offender of bad choices and money management, a part-time alcoholic, and a serial flirt. He knew how to play his hand and he was good at it, but with youâit was clear that you were a challenge.
But, it was only a couple weeks. He could survive that. He was a people person first and foremost and heâd charm the hell out of you if given the opportunity.Â
âJames said heâd be by in an hour to pick you up for your meetings todayâlock the door when you leave. Please.â
Still speechless, he watches you leave with a stiff, crisp shut of the door.
He couldnât remember, racking his brain for one incident after another. His own fair share made him cringe in hindsight, but heâŚcouldnât remember. Heâd almost hoped you were a fresh face, leaving him free of judgment, but it was clear that this situation was about pure survival.
-
âYou did do that,â James confirmed to him as they left the first brand meeting that morning, âIt was the morning of the big awards showâyou remember?â He doesnât wait for Lucienâs response, continuing, âPoor kid got her ass chewed out and had to take a trip to the clinic for the burns. It wasâŚa mess. Never cried, though. Iâll give her that.â
And, like a strike of a match, it floods back. Youâre shocked expression, mouth slightly agape as the sting of pain settled in, bracing for the impact of Lucienâs wrath because you knew. A man allergic to accountability, oozing power, it was almost too easy.
âShit.â
âYeah. Apologies seem pointless now, but it could help. ButâŚbe genuine.â
âIâm genuine.â
James gives him a certain look, one that argues otherwise.
âI am.â
Only time would tell, really.
By the end of your work day, it was with great relief as you stepped through the door of your apartment until you remembered one fine detail you had told Lucien more than once.
Lock the door.
The eeriness hits you as the door clicks shut behind you, the place falling into a dead silence for a brief moment, your bag hitting the counter as you maneuvered your keys between your fingers, ready to take on what you could with what little strength you had to offer.
Just maul their face off, that seemed like the best option.
You count the seconds in your head, breath held tight and constricted in your chest. You quickly check the available pathwaysâliving room, kitchen, before slipping down the hall, left with the only room to flee if not away from your apartment.
Bedroom light off, not a thing out of place, pristine evenâbut your eyes track toward the bathroom light seeping underneath the gap in the door. With careful, measured movements you approach the door although you havenât thought through the actual process of what you wanted to do.
But, before you can react the door is swinging open as the bathroom is plunged into darkness, revealing a sopping wet Lucien, towel tied tight around his waist as he slings a smaller one over his shoulders, completely relaxed until he spots you.
Both of you screamâyou out of anger and fear, Lucien at the incoming hand that he snatches by the wrist, your eyes landing on each other, your nostrils flaring in frustration.
âYouâre insane!â Lucien shouts, shoving your hand away, âYou nearly tore my face off.â
âI thought you were an intruder,â You seethe, ââwhat kind of maniac showers with the front door unlocked while home alone?â
âYou said you had a bat,â Lucien excuses, âI could have defended myself.â
You sigh, plucking the keys from your grip before you toss them on your bed, stepping away from Lucien and away from the radiating heat of his body as it glistened, obnoxiously.
âGet out,â You snap, âget outâgoââ
âI was just gonnaâŚgrab my clothes and come change in,â He weakly gestures toward the bathroom, earning a sharp look of distaste in his direction, âalrightâalright, Jesus.â
He pauses for a moment, though. Before the lightbulb clicks on and heâs scrambling into the living room and back in record time, shoving a small white envelope into your hands.
âWhat is this?â You ask tensely, blindly ripping at the seal as you stare at him.
âItâs uhâwhat I owe you, for the coffee thing. IâŚI remember now. Figured I could pay you for the work I made you missâŚis that about right?â
You peer at the wad of cash. It was indeed, enough.
âYouâre unbelievable,â You reply, shaking your head.
It gives him false hope, wondering if it was all going to be brushed under the rug and that he could continue the rest of his stay in a somewhat semblance of peace, but then your expression flips and ohâŚthatâs notâŚ
âAre you physically incapable of saying the words âIâm sorryââwould it kill you? Allergic to accountability? God, you know what, Iâm gonna call James and tell him I just canât doââ
âNo,â Lucien panics, hand around your bicep as you attempt to push past him, immediately recognizing the fierceness of his grip he loosens it, calms himself, ânoâplease, listenâŚIâŚI didnât think youâd care enough to hear it. I do remember now and I was a dick, I was trying to offer a gesture of good faith. Peace, even?â
âIs this even your money?â You ask curiously, brow furrowed as you help up the envelope.
âYeah, yeahâI pulled it out of my savings. Why? Do youâŚnot want it?â
You quickly snatch the envelope away, âNo, Iâll take it. But, words mean a lot. Like calling me an ignorant little bitch.â
âOkay, okay. I am sorry. I had a lot going on and I know that isnât an excuse either, but I am.â
You tilt your head in examination, peering through the raw emotion on his face, whether he was putting on a masterclass in acting or not, it was believable enough. You could remain bitter, even if it meant suffering in silence, but you liked the peace just as much as he, so you compromise.
âYou still have to get out,â You inform him, walking your fingers tauntingly toward the door, âand I swear, Lucien, if you used all the hot waterââ
-
Lucien was insistent about rehearsing at least five hours a day, even on weekends. Luckily, most of those days you were spared, but when youâre barricaded away in your bedroom, sound travels. And Lucien doesn't care much to stifle his performance, maybe it was a weapon to backfire at your inconsiderate neighbors, but it was driving you insane.
Heâs stuck on one scene, clearly a building tension that explodes and apparently he canât nail, having heard the lines a hundred times over through the muffled wallsâyour first instinct was to complain, tell him take it elsewhere, but you remember your deal with James. Lucien just needed a place to stay for a while and this was his job.
Eventually, you poke your head through your bedroom door with a cautious expression, watching Lucien examine his face in the mirror, filing through various emotions before he finally gives up, tossing the script against the counter.
He spots you as he turns, already gearing up to apologize or maybe even excuseâbut instead, you speak.
âIs it for an audition?â
âHowâd you know?â
âThe yelling, the emotionâI guess? I help on set with self tapes from time to time. Iâve learned to spot the difference between just memorizing lines and trying to feel the script.â
Lucien pushes his lips out in thought, tongue rolling over his teeth as his hands settle against his hips, pushing the sweatpants lower on his hips as he stands, deliberating.
âJust ask,â You tell him.
âYou any good?â
It was a genuine question, not meant to attack your own ego. Besides, it makes you laugh.
âIâll get your good side,â You promise him, surfacing from your room as you beckon for his phone with your hand, getting straight to work.
It only takes a few minutes to find a solid place to set up, against one of your cream colored walls, pictureless and plain, but with ample lighting from inside and out, it highlighted the wispy grays in Lucienâs untamed curls hanging over his forehead, the wrinkles creasing there as he looked down at the script and examined the text.
âDo you have them memorized?âÂ
Lucien nods absently, his finger trailing down the side of the paper until it was suddenly gone, snatched from his hands with a smile on your face as you pointed for him to slide into frame. You take a step back, watching the screen with a careful eye before motioning with a finger for him to move a few centimeters to the left, âThere. Perfect.â
You flatten out the creased paper as you speak, âFrom the top?â
Lucien smiles halfheartedlyâthe stress washing from his face for a momentâand nods.
â
You could keep up, that much was obvious.
Lucien is used to the monotone voice on the other side of the camera during auditions, forced tones and half-cocked emotion, it was hard to act against and with, but heâs learned to push through for the sake of a role.Â
It was an emotional scene, almost a requirement to have that intensity to act against and Lucien caught your eye line at one point, face buried in the script as you uttered the lines with teary eyes, letting your own emotion fill you to the brim and flow out, giving him a real and authentic reaction to act against.
He watched it back with a grin, mostly out of his own cocky admiration for himself but the secret youâve been hoarding, a welcome surprise.
âHave you never considered acting?â Lucien asks curiously, emailing the video off to his agent.
âCameras are daunting,â You shrug, folding and filing away some freshly washed towels as Lucien reclined on your couch, âI prefer being behind them.â
âYouâre a natural,â He offers honestly, âthatâs really rare.â
You shake your head in amusement as you riffled through the unfolded laundry, separating in different piles until you come across a no longer white blouse, stained a soft pinkâand of course, Lucien. It was Lucien who offered to take laundry down the night prior, needing a moment away from being cooped up in the apartment, swearing he had it under control.
âI told you not to put this in the wash load with the colors! Look at thisââ You held up the obviously stained blouse, crumpling up the fabric and tossing it to the couch with a frustrated huff.
âTo be fair, itâs been years since I did my own laundry,â Lucien responds casually, ââdonât worry, Iâll have James buy you another.â
Your face twitches, actually twitches.
âNo, noâitâŚitâs fine. Itâs only a shirt,â You tuck a loose hair behind your ear as you heave the towels into your arm, âjustâwhites and colors, always separate them.â
And while living with Lucien had mellowed out some, it was still tumultuous at times.
Fighting over the bathroom was a regular occurrence, both of you guilty. But, that could be worked through, it wasnât the end of the world. Occasionally it was the lights, a bad habit of Lucienâs to leave them lingering in his wait, lamps and fixtures, nothing was safe. Opened cabinets, items forgotten and out of place. It was all tedious and frustrating, picking and choosing your battles as they came, brushing far too much under the rub for the sake of peace.
You knew it was almost over, enjoying a quiet night to yourself while Lucien was apparently out at dinnerâyou werenât sure, you didnât really care, but you enjoyed the glimpse of what was to return to you, tucked away on the couch while half-dressed, hand stuffed into a freshly popped bowl of popcorn.
It was Friday and your neighbors never failed to come home from a rowdy night of partying with everything but sleeping on their mind, getting straight to business and your grab for the remote was immediate, turning up the volume to drown out the obnoxious moans and groans of drunk sex happening on the other side of the wall.
Lucien arrives back somewhere near the middle of the movie, the soft laughs from you pulling his attention to the couch as he clocked the nineties rom-com on the television, your cheek resting against your balled up fist, placing his wallet against the counter to signal his entrance.
âLoud enough for you?â Lucien jokes, approaching the singular piece of furniture in your living room, fingertips pressing against the arm of the couch as he takes in your appearance, shirt barely reaching beyond mid-thigh, thick socks keeping you warm as you curled in on yourself, careless that Lucien was definitely looking you make a noise in question, the words processing in a delayed manner.
You reach for the remote, pausing the movie briefly to reveal the reason; the insistent thump of wood against cheap sheetrock and moans, squealy and high-pitched, forcing a raised eyebrow from Lucien that needed no words.
âNevermind,â He concedes,hands thrown up in defeat with a chuckle hidden behind his teeth, walking closer to examine the screen, filing through his internal rolodex of films and drawing a blank.
âAre you going to keep standing there like a total weirdo or are you going to watch the movie?â You ask with a joking tone, tucking your feet underneath you as you made room, glancing down at your phone as a notification brought the screen to life.
Lucien catches the faint tug of a smile on your face as you type away, clicking the phone into sleep mode a few moments later before continuing the movie without a word.
Youâre not sure which one of you succumbs to sleep first, but it didnât matter, finding that you both aligned together easily as you slept, covered with a blanket that Lucien must have snatched somewhere near without disturbing youâand when you wake in the middle of the night, complex quiet throughout, you canât even find it in you to move.
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Lucienâs length of stay was diminishing quickly and you were relieved, only a few more days and things would be back to normal, youâd be three thousand dollars richer, and you wouldnât have to confront the fact that Lucien wasnât entirely as bad as he seemed, temper aside.
Youâre both on your way out the door on a weekday morning when you spot him, navy blue hoodie draping his body, one you favored because of its size and comfortability.
âThatâs mine,â You utter as youâre fisting your keys into your hand and tucking a makeup applicator away in your bag, âthatâsâŚmineâwhy is it on your body?â
Lucien looks down, perplexed. He couldâve sworeâŚ
âItâs mine, I swear,â Youâre peering over his shoulder and pulling at the collar, examining the tag by his neck, or lack thereofâyou always cut them out, hated the feeling against your skin.
âItâs mine,â You say with finality, âBut, itâs fine. Iâve been meaning to replace it anyways. And now that youâve worn it, definitely.â
âOuch,â Lucien chuckles, shaking his head at your bluntness, âI guess I deserve that. I did think it was mine, though. Swear. Mustâve gotten mixed up somehow.â
 âOh, well, just burn it nowâoh, shit, before I forget,â You point your finger at his chest, stopping him in his tracks, âIâve got a date tonight. Iâll more than likely be gone when you get back here. Iâm leaving a key under the mat, you know the deal. Respect itâŚprotect it like you give a shit if anything happens, itâs all I have.â
âDate?â Lucien teases, âSoundsââ
âWeâre not doing this,â You cut him short, finger raising higher in reprimand, âdonât do that.â
Again, Lucien values his well-being, so he admits defeat.Â
It was difficult for him, his eagerness to please and charm, to command the conversation and impressâbut with you, it was impossible. Truly, it was mesmerizing to him.
It was several hours later when Lucien arrived at the apartment, pointedly locking the door behind him as you had reminded him several timesâhe wasnât completely aloof.
His orders takeout on a whim, disguised under a fake name and the careful directions to leave at the door, having practiced the art of subtly when it came to laying low, enjoying a couple beers from a pack James had bought him as a small celebration for a week of good, decent meetings.Â
Things had been looking up recently and it made Lucien unsettled in a way, but thankful nonetheless, sipping at the beer generously and relaxing well into the night, dusk turning to black skies and few twinkling star lights, drowned out by the thick smog of city pollution. It started raining eventually, a soft pattern picking up gradually and he, for natural reasoning, is slightly concerned. So, he stays up despite some lingering exhaustion, barely hitting a quarter beyond eight oâclock when the door handle rattles, soft curses on the other side of the door that send him to his feet, peering through the peephole to spot a sufficiently blurry outline of you.
And what he opens the door to is not what heâs expecting, although, he wasnât even sure what he was expecting in the first place, but thisâŚit wasnât it.
You were wet, clothes dripping and rain water pooling at your feet, everything sticking to you like an uncomfortable glue, cold and shivering, your bottom lip trembling.
Without thinking, Lucien shifts into action.Â
He doesnât ask a single question, not at first. Silently pulling the items off of you as you allow him; keys and purse first, clanging against the counter before heâs pulling your coat of, blouse, even kneeling down to remove your shoes before heâs carrying the clothes to the bathroom with you in tow, turning on the shower until it was steaming up the mirrors, heat radiating through the room as you pulled at the button of your jeans weakly, fumbling with cold and feeble hands.
He holds his hands up, careful not to approach in a way that would startle you or force you into attack mode, which seemed unlikely with the disheartened look on your face and he asks quietly, âDo you need help?â
Youâre quiet for a long, tense moment before you nod, trying to quell the full body shivers as he assists you in stripping down to your underwear, also soaked. He pulls the curtain back and helps you over the side of the tub with the solid weight of his hand and speaks again despite your silence, âIâll wait in your roomâdo you need anything?â
It doesnât take a genius to piece things together as Lucien settles against the edge of the bed and it angers him for some forlorn reason, a feeling he hasnât experienced in a long time. When the shower cuts off, he straightens, hesitatesâshould he leave?Â
Youâd want privacy, right? Yeah. No, definitely.
He rises to his feet without another thought, his awful timing sending you straight into his chest as you swung the door open, towel snug around your body and smelling sharply of fresh, citrus body wash.
âS-sorry,â You stammer out, âyou donâtâyou donât have to wait around, Lucien. Or give a shit, either. I donât expect you to and I donât careââ
It was unusually cold. Heâs become familiar with your snark, that sharp and cunning personality, but this was different. This was a push, a defense of hard and impenetrable walls building up before his eyes and he speaks without thinking, hoping that it slips through the cracks.
âRegardless, Iâll listen,â Lucien providesâit wasnât an overwhelming expression of fake, forced care or, god forbid, love. But, it was a raw enough response that it grabs your attention, ââif you want me to.â
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He cranked up the heat while you dressed, flipped open his leftover takeout, and listened. You werenât used to this and for a while, you were half-expecting him to find a way to turn the situation on himself, a sob story for a sob story. But, he doesnât.
âThis sushiâŚâ You savor the taste, eyes falling closed.
âGood, isnât it?â Lucien smirks, popping another into his mouth with careful precision, chopsticks in hand.
You could cry, it was such a strong and startling feeling that it caught you off-guard, âYeah, really good.â
You clear your throat, tears shoved aside, âHave you ever ditched a date before?â
Lucien shakes his head with a subtle frown.
âRight, Lucien De Leon,â You respond jokingly, that magical emphasis around his name, âany woman would be dying for all ofâŚ.this,â You gesture to him lazily with a faux disgust that couldnât even be forced, both of you divulging into a laugh.
âHey, you said it,â Lucien shrugs with a pointed wink that you shouldnât find so attractive, but the natural charm he emits makes it impossible, ââbut, no. Canât say I have.â
âEven the ones who wouldnât put out?â
âAt the risk of sounding like an assholeââ Lucien begins, but you follow the rhythm of the conversation and it isnât long before the lightbulb strikes on and youâre nodding.
âRight, you probably donât have an issue in that department. Stupid question, sorry.â
You pluck the last piece of sushi off the styrofoam and chew, speaking behind your hand, âI shouldâve known that dude was a prick, only stared at my tits the entire date.â
Out of reflex, his eyes drag to your chest and you click the movement in an instant, âNot helping,â You warn him lightly, âI guess I was too blunt, he keptâŚtouching me. I told him I didnât feel comfortable going back to his place, he made some excuse to go to the bathroom and I waited for a half hour. Until the server came by with the billâso, not only did he ditch me, I paid a hundred dollar tab and I didnât even eat my food.â
Even in Lucienâs wild days, he couldnât imagine doing that. Not when he was drinking more heavily, partying, hooking up on a daily basisâbefore his first failed marriage, it was foreign to him.Â
âYou couldâve called me, or James, shitâan uber.â
âPhone died,â You shrug lamely, âit doesnât matter, anyways. And donât get me wrong, casual sexâitâs fine, but I got too hopeful, I guess. All men are the same.â
âCome on,â Lucien jests, âthatâs not fair.â
âFine, enlighten me, then.â
âYou canât expect fairytale shitâI mean, Iâm one failed marriage and plenty of missteps in my life. Do you think Iâm a bad guy?â
âDo you want me to answer that honestly?âÂ
Lucien sighs in defeat, scratching at his mused hair as he tosses the empty food container aside.
âIâm fucking with you,â You offer in a quieter toneâeven if you werenât friends with him, he didnât have to put in the effort to help or listen, but he was, âIâmâjust, thank you.â
âIâm in good graces now?â Lucien asks curiously, that playful mischief gracing his face with a smile.
You make a motion with your hand from your head as you grab, like pulling a thought and throwing it away, âCoffee incident? Forgottenâunless you pull some heinous shit.â
âYou know, I might actually miss this,â His finger does a swirling motion, encompassing your living room, âyouâeh,â a shaky hand motion that earns a jab to his thigh from your foot, âshit, ouchâthat was a joke.â
âI know,â You concede with a smirk, ââI wonât, though. I want my couch back. And my bathroom.â
âIf it makes you feel better, I think youâre a catch,â He tells you, âalthough, I do like the ones that bite, soââ
You reach forward this time, swatting playful at his chest with the back of your hand, but his fast reflexes beat you, your fingers smacking into solid rings.
He snickers softly and examines the grimace on your face as you pull back, âPobrecita,â He coos mockingly, reaching for your hand and pressing a gentle kiss against the skin, âsee what I mean?â
You ignore the heat that strikes through your body like a freshly lit match, pulling your hand away with a distinct eye roll.Â
Heâd be gone soon and this would all be a ridiculous memory to think back on.Â
There was no room for newly evolving feelings, or worse, infatuation.Â
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The three months you spend falling back into your normal routine is monotonous, safe, but the kind of security that has you itching for change. You find yourself checking on Lucien more often than you should, regular social media checks, the occasional subtle question to James when you happened to catch him on set. It wasnât healthy, but you couldnât help yourself.Â
He did seem more erratic, often coming across other quick clips and social media stories of him at the club during waking hours, pure reckless abandon, he was having the time of his lifeâyou couldnât blame him, but it wasâŚslightly alarming.
It was a Saturday night when all hell broke loose, police sirens raining down the street as you raced to your open window, peering down at the obscured face of a man in cuffs as he was roughly shoved into a police car before thereâs a pounding knock at the door, your heart nearly bursting out of your chest at the sound.
Turning on your heels and swinging the door open, you canât help but find yourself speechless at the sight.
âThink they caught your burglar,â Lucien notes under his baseball cap, eyes catching the cascading red and blue lights outside your window, duffel bag at his feet and a regretful look on Jamesâ face.
You tilt your head at the discovery, your brain working overtime before your eyes widen.
âJust hear him out,â He pleads with prayer like hands, phone sandwiched between two begging palms, âLucienâgo,â
Lucien seems to stutter-step in his mind, not expecting to be the one leading this proposition as he side-eyes James, âIâŚneed a place to stayâŚagain,â Lucien squints his eyes and stares up at the ceiling, looking almost embarrassed, âfor the next six months.â
âNo,â You nearly shout out incredulously, âthe first time wasnât a trial run.â
Thereâs a long moment of tense eye contact and uncertainty.
An underlying worry in your gut at the sight of Lucien, a little worse for wear but still mostly himself, gripping tightly at his carry-on bag in his hand, thumb rubbing nervously at the leather strap.
Goddammit.
â
Heâs paying the entire six months of rent he planned on staying there while he filmed for a movie they were shooting a short ten minute drive from your complex, a quaint little studio gracious enough to let the crew film free of chargeâheâd given you the whole spiel, in one ear and out the other still wondering how youâve tangled yourself in this web again.
âCan I just ask you one thing?â You inquire, helping him file away some of his clothes in a drawer you had emptied out for him like this was normal. He makes a soft noise of acknowledgment with his lips pursed together, tired sunken eyes staring back at you, âWhy not get your own apartment? A house? I mean, youâve got the money?â
Lucien clears his throat, scratching at his neck where it jostles his chains, fingers slipping under the silk fabric of his shirt, âI, uhâfeel weirdâŚlivingalone,â He rushes out, quickly turning to grab more clothes as you stand, hand placed against the top of your dresser as your brow furrows, feeling like youâd just fallen deaf.
âCome again?â
A small huff as Lucien passes a stack of expensive shirts, material that had to be ethically sourced orâŚsome bullshit like that, heâs told you the story before in passing.
âI donât like living alone, âs why I float,â He offers lamely, tossing the empty duffel into the corner of your roomâyouâd pick it up later, it didnât matter, âI left all my old stuff to my ex-wife, it was easier that way.â
Often you had to remind yourself that Lucien was older, nearing his late forties while you were still managing through your late twenties, a big thirty on the horizon.
It dawns on you then that you donât know much about Lucien at all outside of tabloids and gossip sites, the rumor mills running through Hollywoodâyou often find yourself reminding you of the fact he was still a person, with troubles, clearer now more than ever.
âIt wasnât always like this,â He assures you, âIâm a fuckinâ mess, I already know.â
âI think weâre beyond judgment, Lucien,â You assure him, âYou saw me sobbing and nearly nakedâjust keep this place clean, like you give a shit about it, alright?â
Lucien nods dutifully, âYes, maâam.â
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You learn quickly that his long term stay meant that little quirks were beginning to surfaceâalways organizing your things out on the sink opposite of his own, a small gesture that didnât go unnoticed when you were rushing out the door on days he wasnât given a call time. Or how he always made sure there was food waiting when he arrived before youâtakeout or not. He wasnât a great cook, but he could manage.
In turn, you tried to cook more often. And he loved to hover, but not with a homey, warm feeling that made you feel safe, rather like a curious dog nipping at your ankles. And more so, he would finish his own plate before looking cautiously at your own before you nod, allowing him to pick from your plate with a greediness that made you giggle under your breath.
âMy ex-wife never cooked,â He had told you once, âI mean, she triedâbut she was terrible. And this,â His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek as he steps at the homemade ravioli, âis there anything you canât do?â
âSay no, apparently,â You gave him a solid once-over, a look from head to toeâheâs never offended anymore, taking the playful jest in stride, it had already been a month and it was beginning to feel like normal, again, having him there.
Your conflicting schedules meant a lot of time away from each other, which wasnât bad. It almost helped more than you expected and while your apartment wasnât well-fit for a roommate, Lucien made the place feel less empty.
You couldnât say it out loud, but you were starting to understand the charm. You could see beyond the facade and the personaâa troubled man with ambition, purpose, but a mountain of struggles. The drinking wasnât a surprise, nor his uptick in smoking. He always smoked out the window so the smell wouldnât permeate, but the drinking started to becomeâŚan issue.Â
It wasnât that Lucien couldnât handle himself when he drank, but he often did it to fill the dead timeâso he saidâwhen you were still at work, fighting with his own demons in his mind. He always ended up on your bed those nights, curled up in a fetal position at the wrong end and you couldnât find it in yourself to move him, draping a blanket over him before you decided to spend the night on the couch. It was a weekly occurrence after a while, slowly growing in frequency.
He always apologizes, tells you he wonât do it again, but eventually you find yourself melding around him, sleeping in a way that keeps you comfortable and doesnât disturb him. You donât judge him, donât think any lower of himâbut there was concern and Lucien could see it growing with every passing conversation as the weeks dragged along.Â
By the third month, the dam breaks.
You donât sugarcoat anything for him either.
âDo you need rehab?â You ask bluntly, watching him peel the gold-flaked under eye patches from his face, shoulder leaned against the doorframe, âOr, like, therapy?â
âIâm not an alcoholic,â He defends, washing his hands under the warm water, âI can get sober if I wanna, but it helps with the stress, you know?â
âNo,â You respond honestly, but softly, âI donât. Unless this is just some big excuse for you to sleep in my bed, which if it isââ
Lucien chuckles, toweling his hands dry, âYou caught me.â
âYou would tell me if it was getting bad, wouldnât you?â
It seemed like the least he could do, considering how greatly you were carrying the burden for him by allowing him to stay in the comfort of your own home, treating him like a human. You ignored the tabloids anymore, always negative and nefarious toward him, like he wasnât allowed to make a few mistakes along the way. He had to be perfect, given his troubling start in the industry. DUIs, cheating, eventually settling down to marry but that didnât work out great for him eitherâyouâd done some research lately, out of pure curiosity to understand what he wasnât always willing to share, but you preferred to hear it from him.
Lucien squeezes at your chin in a comforting manner that makes you grimace in feigned disgust, forcing a gentle laugh through your nose as he answers, âYes, I would.â
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When he should, he doesnât.Â
Award season was approaching and work was hectic, Lucien had wrapped on his next project and his previous one was gearing for a big release and line of promos, which meant Lucien had to be on his game.
The lamp in your living was broken, a shattered glass bottle on the floor beside it, a trail of clothes following to your room and a heat in the apartment that was sweltering in a way that had you stripping down immediately to the thinnest layer you could manage without getting to your underwear, jeans and a thin strapped top as you walked barefoot toward your room.
You werenât sure what you were expecting or hoping for, but it isnât this.
Heâs naked, completely bare, save for the blanket draping his groin to save his modesty, out cold but skin obviously clammy, reeking of alcohol and sweat and you canât help scrambling to the floor, unable to form any type of tangible sound. You check for a pulse, fearing that you might have just found yourself in an inescapable scandal, but it was there. That soft thump, thump, thump under your fingertips before you press the back of your hand to his skin and despite the sweat, heâs cold. He must have sweat out most of the alcohol in his system, your eyes dragging to the forgotten bottle on the ground.
You sigh, eyes falling closed as you gather your thoughts. You devise a plan, slow and methodicalâfirst was to clean, grabbing the clothes and broken glass from the ground, leaving no trace of his mayhew before youâre returning to your room and straight for the bathroom, immediately turning on the cold water, the stream forceful as it pushed through the showerhead.
âFuck,â You curse to yourself as you glance at Lucien who is mostly dead-weight, struggling to understand how you can get him from one point to anotherâwith another quiet huff you approach him, shifting until you can get your arms under his armpits and heave him up, blanket falling from his waist as you yelp, eyes shooting toward the ceiling as you continue to drag his slumped body toward the tub, âokayâgod, Lucien, you fucking owe me.â
It takes some maneuvering and the unbelievability that you are so incredibly close to his bare ass and dick in a way that most would fall over backwards for, regardless of the situationâit felt wrong, seeing him in such a manner and so completely helpless, but you shove the thought aside as you finally get him in the tub, the cold water waking him almost immediately.
It starts with a gasp, a sharp tug of the curtain and coarse, âShit,â that assures you he was alive and well, coherent, even. A small smile tugs at your lips as you hear him let out a string of curses before he finally settles.
âThereâs a bottle of water and some Advil on the counterâtake it,â You instruct behind the curtain, âIâm going to grab dinnerâtry not to hurt yourself, please.â
He doesnât acknowledge you, not that you expected it. And it doesnât take long to grab the food either, calling it in and driving there and back in about twenty minutes, finding Lucien freshly showered and sitting on the stool near the counter, eyes telling a story of exhaustion but his insistently bouncing leg telling another.
âChicken or steak?â You ask nonchalantly, holding the styrofoam containers in both hands.
He takes a moment to answer, unsettled by your calmness, â...steak.â
You hand it over without a question, grabbing a couple drinks before youâre digging in, standing opposite of him rather than sitting, eating in a silence that grows, thickens.
âItâs quiet,â You note the obvious before you scroll through your phone, searching for a soft tune to play through your speakers, something to fill the air, âbetterâhowâs the food?â
âI like it,â Lucien responds with a full mouth, somehow endearing as he swallows and sips at the second water you offered him, attempting to help keep him hydrated, even if it was still annoyingly hot in your apartment, ââIâŚI think I broke your AC.â
âYou did. Iâll put in a work order for it to get fixed,â You answer, a solution to the problem, âare you okay?â
If Lucien was being honest with himself, he canât remember the last time anyone has asked him thatânot genuinely, anyways. He falls silently, biting at his bottom lip in deep thought as his eyes squint, poking quietly at his food.
Talking was hard, you understood that. But, you hoped there was some trust built between you in the past few months, that you hadnât laid your vulnerabilities out bare the night you came home rain soaked without the ability for him to share too. Plus, heâd broken your favorite lamp.
âItâs complicated,â Lucien diverts, but that doesnât stop you, eyes lying in wait as you laid your utensil down to listen, ââIâve got two kids. One, heâs eighteenâŚawesome, awesome kid. His name is Raynor. I didnât meet him until a few years back, Iâve been tryinâ take make up for that. We even went on a roadtrip a couple summers back.â
Lucien fiddles with the cap on the water bottle idly, speaking further, âI, the other, my daughter, sheâs a couple years oldâit was a crazy night with a co-star,â You clock the information immediately, knowing who he was talking about without the confession, and he knew tooâit wasnât exactly a well kept secret in Hollywood as Delia was now married, to another co-star, raising that child, âa long story for another time, but weâre going through this nasty court battle.â
It would explain his financial situation a little, his willingness to take roles as he could, but the growing stress on his face as weeks passed, the tendency to hide or ignore the situation rather than face itâyou understood, to a degree.Â
âSo, all the drinking? The transiency?â
âIt just helps,â He shrugsâhelps him forget, temporarily, before it all comes barreling back at him, âshe wants to revoke shared custodyâsheâs got her more anyways, with my work and everything, but she wants to deem me unfit, make itââ Lucienâs throat tightens, exactly why he wanted to avoid this conversation entirely, âshe wants to erase me and the moment the press gets windââ
All hell would break loose.Â
âLucien, I donât think it works that way,â You assure him, even if your knowledge was slim, âthereâsâŚthat's your right, sheâs your child.â
âGiven my history, the judge could consider it,â Lucien replies lackluster, ashamed, âlookâIâm sorry to dump this shit on you, I fucked up your apartment, I can find another place to stay and Iâll pay out the rest of the rent like I promised.â
You look at him with a gentle expression, tilting your head until his eyes finally rise, âI asked,â You remind him, âand I hated that lamp anyways, so you did me a favor,â It was a lie, but given his emotional state it was acceptable, watching as he forced a weak laugh, âIâm not kicking you out either, if the media publishes anything about it, you hunker down here. I can deal with a few paps, you know? We do work in the same industry, after all. I may not understand the full scope but I do understand, Lucien.â
He returns a look with sad, red-rimmed eyes as you reach to clean up your shared dinner, before approaching him with a careful few steps, a hand gliding over his bicep and your fingers rubbing at the small dip in the back of neck, your first real initiation of genuine touch. He was a touchy person himself and seemed at ease by the feeling, your lips coming to press a soft kiss against his cheek. Kind, friendly, you pat at his back.
Something changes between that touch and the look he gives you as he turns, eyes flicking toward your lips out of desire, silently he pushes logic aside and leans forward, pulling your chin into his hand like he has before, a familiar touch followed by a foreign one, plush lips against your own that has you swimming in a mix of emotions, eyes falling shut briefly before you realize what was happening, lips parting slightly as the tip of his tongue touches your own before youâre ripping away, eyes wide.
âOh my god,â You utter out, wishing the words had stayed inside of your head, âI, uhâIâmââ
You stutter relentlessly before youâre scrambling toward your room, door falling shut with a soft click as you sink into your sheets, heart racing uncontrollably and your hands covering your face, unable to face what you had just escaped from as a knock comes a few minutes later on your bedroom door.
You couldnât face him. You couldnât.
Eventually, he leaves. Slow footsteps that eventually lead toward another door that closes too, unsure of where he was wandering off to, but you couldnât think about that, not with the conflicting, battling emotions in your head and chest, a startling yearning coming from just a simple touch.
He was everything you despisedâsomehow finding level ground, adoring him, caring about him, it was never supposed to go this far. He started as an inconvenience, a disruption to your lifeâŚand now, you werenât sure you could imagine it without him there, in some form.
It takes a couple hours, already deep into your slumber, but the dip of weight in your bed startles you for a moment before the movements stop, the strong press of a back against yours, and an unspoken security that pulls you both under quickly.
Heâd gone out drinking again, but at this point, you couldnât blame him.
â
He awakes to a sweet smell, distinct and fresh. And air, cool air. It canât be dawn, the sun is too far in the sky to be early morning. Lucien rises with a heavy grogginess, rubbing at his eyes as he finds his footing and walks toward the living room of your apartment, finding your back turned to him as you fiddled with the buttons on your AC as you bid someone goodbye, a man carrying a toolbox descending toward the hallway.
He gears up for an apology, the words balancing on the tip of his tongue.
Suddenly, youâre in front of him, two filled mugs in hand, coffee just the way he liked.
 And Lucien doesnât know when or why the feeling overtakes him, but he kisses you again. It isnât a simple peck. It was full, all-consuming, feet lifting off the ground type of kiss.
No, literallyâyou rise to your tiptoes as the cups jostle in your grip as two large, warm hands curl around your back and his lips melt against your own, earning a starling gasp that slips through slightly parted lips, followed by his name after a moment too long.
âCoffee, coffee,â You mumbled quickly, âhotâburning, my toes,â Lucien pulled away quickly at the words, watching as the tan liquid pooled at your feet before he rushed to clean up the mess.
You watch with an amused expression before you finally hand the cup of coffee over, âGood morning to you too, I guess,â You smirk, biting down on your cheek to stifle the laugh that was fighting itâs way out, âplease donât tell me youâre still drunk.â
âI need to apologize,â Lucien tells you, â...againâIâmâIâm sorry for kissing youâagain, like that, assuming that was something you wanted. I got pulled into the momentââ
Youâve had all night and morning to think it over, mulling over the emotions and feelings, still not quite sure, but you couldnât help the swirling feeling of nervousness that had grown more frequent in Lucienâs presence, his looks, his flirtatious nature and touches. You were under his spell completely.
And if you didnât want to kiss him, you would have stopped him.
Besides, you didnât want to be the bearer of more bad news after his terrible night, having been let go from your job position that morning, no noticeâyou were still reeling, but didnât want to burden Lucien with the news.
You needed something else to occupy your mind.
âDrink,â You instruct, taking a seat on the couch as you sip at your coffee in silence, watching as Lucien mirrored your actions and sat at the opposite end, legs out-stretched and his chest on display, tanned skin with neatly trimmed chest hair, soft tummy leading into the charcoaled, stretchy lounge pants leaving little to imagination as he fidgeted in his seat.
âWhereâd you go last night?â
Lucienâs face immediately flushes with guilt, âTheâa bar. I didnât drink. I swear, Iââ
He makes a small noise of frustration and closes his eyes, âI did something stupid, I needed a distraction, alright? I shouldnât have kissed you, thatâs not what you wanted, I know that.â
With a silent reservation, you press the coffee cup into the table in front of you before slowly make your way toward him on your knees before you pluck the half-empty mug from his grip and return it to a similar spot, feeling a surge of bravery as you climb onto his lapâthereâs some underlying stupidity there, you think. But, fuck it.
âYou donât know what I want,â You assure him, fingers dragging along the top of his head before youâre tugging at the stands to tilt his head back, kissing him soundly, sweet dark roast on your shared breaths as you lick into his mouth, the opposite hand pressed flat against his bare chest. It takes a while, but eventually his brain catches up, along with his movements, and his hands curl around your bare thighs, fingertips grazing the silk shorts you wore to bed the night prior, like butter against your soft skin as his fingers climb and dig, pressing into your skin as you continue to discover every inch of him he had to offerâmouth, tongue, neck, chest.
It was a dormant hunger that had awoken after careful thought and pure primal need, tired of waiting things out for perfection when you had something tangible in front of you.
Heâs mumbling your name softly as you lean into him, the bottom of your lip dragging against the tip of his nose as he pulls you away, strong hands encompassing your face as he looks at you, searching your glazed over eyes, âWhat are you doing?â He asks, apparent concern.
âDistracting you,â You tell him, immediately diving back in to kiss him, nipping at his chin playfully, a shaking sigh falling from his lips, âare you distracted?â
He chuckles weakly, âWhat happened to me being a cocky, egotistical, little dicked man?â
âI can go back to hating you if you want,â You respond, nipping at his ear before you pull back to look at him, so close you can feel his breath against your lips, âIf youâre into that sorta thing.â
He could see in your eyes that you needed this too, a way to shut your brain off for a while, months of failed dates youâve told him all about, in detail, he canât help but chuckle at your eagerness, stifling a groan as you core grinds against him, cock stiffening with the movement.
âMaybe,â Heâs undecided, âweâll see how this goes.â
You smile wide, feeling a surge of pride as he returns the kiss more fully, a hand twisting around the back of your neck as he kisses you fully, all wet and uncoordinated but it makes your heart flutter in excitement.
âLet me taste you,â He begs, clawing at your top in an attempt to get his hands on your skin, pushing up the fabric as you follow his movements, top off, stripping your shorts down along with your underwear, an eager Lucien gripping at your hips to maneuver you down into the cushion as he hastily shoves the table away with his feet to make room for him on the floor, no reprieve as he hooks your legs over his shoulder and splits his tongue through your folds, licking up the center.
A man of his word, he tastes. Noisily he licks and prods, tongue dipping inside of along with wandering fingers, sucking gently at your clit until youâre yanking at his hair, hand curling over the back of his scalp, fingernails digging into the top of his back, moans spilling from your lips like a flowing river, the rapids rushing through, walls clenching around nothing but cool air as Lucien parts from you, admires.Â
Heâs got two hands on your thighs to keep you open, âWider,â He coaxes, your breath quickening as he squeezes at your thighs, âright there, donât move.â
He shoves his pants down his hips, the heel of his palm rubbing down his shaft as he wraps his fingers around his cock, jerking himself off at the sight of you, glistening and eager, your fingers digging into the cushion fabricâyouâve seen him before, naked, in starkly different context.Â
But, he had nothing to be ashamed of, your eyes counting the faint splattering of freckles on his chest as his hand glides over his cock, tugs, thumb sliding over the tip to spread the precum down his shaft and you donât hear him calling your name until his hand touches your skin, gliding over your knee as he taps, coming to with a weak, âHuh?â
Lucien laughs under his breath before heâs beckoning you closer, pushing up with your palms as he cups his hand under your chin and asksâno, demands, âSpit,â He tells you, following his order without missing a beat, the saliva dripping into his hands as you push it past your lips and he moves closer, knees settled on the plush rug in your living room, guiding you until your ass was nearly hanging off the couch and using your saliva to aid the tug of his cock.
âNo condom,â You quickly interject, slightly out of breath. His mouth opens like he wants to respond but you quickly shush him, âwe can avoid the spiel, Iâm on the pill.â
Lucien shrugs with a cocked smile, âJust checking. You alright?â
You nod eagerly, dying for a reason to shut your mind off.
It was the perfect angle, his hips just level enough with your hips that he slid in with ease, adding his own string of spit into the mix as rubbed it down your cunt and pushed his cock insideâdeeper, deeper, the head of his cock sliding against your folds teasingly as he rocks his hips until heâs fully flush inside of you.
Your anxious hands are taken hold by him, curling around his wrists instinctively before theyâre being shoved over your head and against the back of the couch, his towering frame leaning over you as his hips piston you at a bruising pace, deep enough that it aches. Itâs been long, so long and you feel pathetic for already wanting it so bad, core pulsating with an insatiable need.
His breath is hot, wet against your skin as his teeth graze against your breast, sucking the skin between his teeth as you gasp, âLouder,â Lucien coaxes, âlet âem hear you. Think they deserve it after all theyâve put us through.â
You laugh at that, full-body and airy, eyes falling shut as Lucien plants a foot against the floor, changing up the angle to an intense degree, his cock slipping out briefly as he adjusts, catching glimpse of the string of shiny slick that connects you both before the thick head of his cock pushes back in, a soft squelch of admittance, a tell-tale sign of your obvious enjoyment.
If he knew this would shut you up, he wouldâve tried seducing you months agoâthough, he had a feeling the attempts would be futile, he was floating on his own cloud of disbelief that after all his wrong-doings, his missteps, it hadnât pushed you away.
âShow meâhuh, show me what you like,â Lucien pleads through baited breath, hair sticking to his forehead from the sheen of sweat, his own hands leaving yours with the silent promise that you wouldnât move them, finding purchase underneath your thighs and pushing them up toward your chest, your fingers gripping around the back of the couch in desperation, âtouchâtouch yourself, show me.â
The drag of your hand is slow, but eventually your fingers hover over your cunt, pressing against your sensitive clit as you circle, slow and intentional movement that rips a loud moan from your chest matched with his pointed thrusts, feeling his stamina weaning as he watches, hips stuttering.
âYouâre a fucking dream,â Lucien admires, âmakinâ a damn mess, too. You hear that?â
He slows down on purpose, partially for his own benefit but heâs proving his point, that sticky squelch of arousal, his faint grunts mixed with your quickly rising moans.
âDoes it make you nervous when I stare?â He asks curiously, eyes locked on your pussy, watching his cock split you open, gripping him and pulling him back in eagerly with every thrust, âLook at meâanswer me, baby.â
Thereâs something so distinct in the way he says it, laced with an addictive drug.
Your eyes peel open, bleary behind near tears and you shake your head.
âDo you wish it did?â You counter, earning a subtle head shake from Lucien as he pulls out.
A moan of disappointment leaves your mouth before heâs quickly jostling your around, chest against the couch, his hand spreading wide over your back as he bends you over, fisting his cock as he feeds it back into your greedy cunt, the swollen head making you gasp as it pushes through your over-sensitive folds.
He uses the leverage as his hand climbs, gripping at your shoulder to pull you up, bracketing your body into the couch with a knee at your side, pressing you tight into his chest, his hand sliding around to your chin and turning your face to his, lips parting as he fucks you with a newfound ferocity, eyes rolling back so deep you arenât expecting the fingers that find your clit, circling the senstive nerves until youâre tipping over the edge, soft encouraging words pulling you through your orgasm like a gentle wave, his fingers slowing down as you resurface.
He comes soon after, his hips stuttering out of pace again as you lean forward, feeling him pull out at the last possible moment before heâs painting thick strips of come against your lower back, the fingers of his left hand digging into your skin as he grabs you tight, the tip of his cock sliding against your ass.
You collapse with a content laugh, oblivious to Lucien searching frantically for something to clean you up before settling on one of the kitchen towels, your body slumped lazily against the couch and sighing when you feel his warm touch, the words slipping out on their own accord, âI got fired.â
âWhat?â
He tosses the dirty towel aside and passes over your clothes, pulling his own lounge pants back up his hips, sans underwearâand it makes you curious how often he does that normally, comfortable as he takes a seat, legs spread wide as he settles into the cushion.
âThey called this morning,â You explain easily, pulling your top over your head and maneuvering your panties and shorts back on, âwouldnât give me a reason, but it doesnât matter.â
Lucienâs brow furrows in thought, rubbing his thumb against his fingertips out of habit.
âIs this one of those situations where youâre gonna ask if Iâll sign an NDA?â You half-joke.
He shakes his head almost immediately. He doesnât seem to find it amusing, almost slightly concernedâor wounded?
âCome work for me,â He insists, âIâve been needing an assistant.â
âIsnât that a conflict of interest?â You ask him, staring at his flush chest and mused hair, evidence of rigorous sex all over his face, it was almost enough to have you confessing some unspoken feelings, but you werenât that easily broken down.
âIt doesnât have to be.â
âAre you just trying to find a reason to stick around longer?â You tease him, a smile peeking out behind your tired expression, âBecause it wonât work.â
âNoâIâm serious about getting my shit together,â Lucien promises, âI might need a little helpâŚbut I want to.â
âCan I think about it?âÂ
Lucien nods, hands dropping to his lap as he fiddles with a ring on his finger, eventually trailing toward the chains around his neck before his head is popping up, a quizzical look on his face.
âWaitâwas that because you were having a bad morning?â
The sex, he means.
A smile breaks out on your face, âNothing an orgasm wonât fix.â
He can sense it isnât the full truth, but he doesnât pry.
âDamn straight,â He chuckles, both of you falling into a comfortable silence.
â
Your answer doesnât come for a solid week, thinking over the pros and cons. It was complicated, indeed bound to be messy if you allowed it, but Lucien was promising to double your pay, no undermining, no hoveringâit seemed too good to be true.
But, you were taking the risk.
Lucien was still awaiting the imminent release of the court documents, the storm of press, but when you were secured in the safety of your apartment, hidden under the blankets as Lucien clung to you, head buried in your chest and his cock still buried inside of you, a slow and lazy day was what he needed, but he also craved youâand he was addicting, impossible to deny.
âWe canât keep doing this when I start working for you,â You remind him.
âWho says we canât?â Lucien asks curiously, adjusting his hips as he slides deep inside of your cunt, peering up at you with soft eyes, âWe keep it casual, if we decide we wanna stop. We stop. It wonât affect your job. Iâm not that much of a dick, baby.â
âWell, for starters, you canât call me baby at work.â
Lucien nods dutifully, listening to you divulge into a long lists of hardset rules, eventually pulling your focus back to him, his hips moving at a slow but gradual pace until you canât focus any longer, giggling loudly as he buries his face into your neck, a sufficient end to the conversation.
The rest could be figured out later.
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pls pls pls more abby strapping/scissoring. make it NASTY NASTY NASTY đŤśđžđđžââď¸
+ pervy/creepy roommate abby bc why not, if i'm going to be nasty!!
cw: manipulation, slight overtones of sacrilege, grinding/scissoring, strap usage, finger n oral, crying, sub!top abby, squirting, possessiveness.
no men, minors blank or ageless blogs allowed!!!!!!!!!!!
abby has been pining over you for months. it started as soon as she had met you for an interview about the room she was leasing. she opened the door and there a scent permeated from you, she swore it was an aphrodisiac. your soft skin and plush hips under that sundress. she was completely infatuated.
abby was head over heels and she'd be damned if she didn't see you again, so she lowered her rates for you after you'd mentioned the place was a little out of your budget (though, completely worth it -- you added). when you tried to politely decline out of respect for her. It was her father's apartment after all. however abby insisted in such a way that you couldn't say no.
she offered to help you move in, to show you around the city. she was already prattling on about dinners her father would pay for and roomie movie nights. you really couldn't say no to her offer if you tried, lowered rates, clean, spacious and a nice roommate? you were new in the city -- every other apartment you saw in your budget was loaded with roaches, dirty needles and loud noises. this was probably the best it would get.
to you abby seemed quiet, innocent and very very kind. she'd mentioned she didn't have many friends as she helped you move in, and slowly but surely she became your best friend. and of course a part of you had fallen for abby. how could you not? she was beautiful, funny, smart, protective and nurturing and god she was so fucking hot. but you weren't sure if a relationship was something you wanted, let alone not if it ruined the great friendship you finally had.
abby disagreed, she had read it in your journal and she wasn't worried about ruining your friendship because she was convinced that all roads let to bringing the two of you together. what else could explain how much she loved you?
what, if not love could explain why the scent of your panties, worn and damp from the day made her so wet. what but love could explain how hard she cums from looking at the pretty little bikini posts on your Instagram while her nose is filled with your scent, her tongue laps at the wet spot on your panties.
she's only worried today, about how long she's waited, when you mention how well your date went earlier that day. you hadn't stopped speaking about ellie since you walked back into the apartment this afternoon. abby tried to hide her agitation. how could you actually consider dating someone else. the thought nearly made her sick.
she'd seen it everywhere - the way you look at her, when you bring her coffee in the morning or fall asleep in her lap. you love her. and she loves you. it was simple and maybe now she needed to show you, really let you know how she felt instead of beating around the bush.
"abby?" your voice cracks the glass of her dissociation and brings her back into her body. you shift so that abby's long legs and entangles with yours. it's normal, you sit like this all the time, knees up and face to face but this time, her body so tight with need for you -- abby groans under her breath at the heat between your legs near her thinly clad thigh.
the familiar smell of your pussy dizzying her and she can't help that her hips buck. and your breath hitches when her warm cunt bumps yours.
"abby," you gulp, eyes low and meeting hers a small smile etched on her face. you've barely touched and yet your stomach is tight with lust. "tell me you want me to stop and i will," abby whispers, bucking her hips again and moaning when you meet her thrusts.
"see? baby we're made for each other," she groans at the feeling of your warm thick thighs on hers, "she could never make you feel like this." abby says very matter-of-fact. abby licks her lips and grips your thighs pulling you close and grinding her clothed pussy against yours.
"f-fuck you feel so good," abby whines, closing her thighs tight around you and watching your eyes roll back at the feeling of her winding her hips against you.
"abby - god," you groan "fuck, fuck please," you're already so desperate, your pussy wet and slippery against the lace of your panties and dampening your shorts.
"hmpfuck that's it baby, m'so glad you're finally mine," she whimpers, grunting and humping you, her blunt nails biting into your thighs. her statement flies over your head as you reach your highs, your bodies twitching as abby grinds you through your orgasms.
"god, sweet god, look at you, you're so pretty all fucked out for me," abby moans, looking over your flushed face scrunched up in the aftershocks of pleasure. abby leans down to kiss you and your tongues taste each other, sweet and wet and you're both moaning into each other's mouths.
abby's hands come to play with your nipples like she'd watched you do that once you left your door open a crack. her fingers roughly tugging and twisting your nipples as you moan, your back arching at the sweet pain. abby's hand slither down into your panties and circles your clit.
"god, you're so fucking wet," abby moans, her fingers sinking into you as you pull your shorts and panties down. abby groans at the sight of your pussy wet and swollen and swallowing her fingers all the way to the hilt and she curls them, watching your eyebrows raise and your mouth fall open.
"yeah honey? that feel good?" abby cooes, her forehead pressed against yours so she can taste your moans and squeaks when she starts strumming your clit, rubbing so quickly your breath can't keep up. she can feel you twitching erratically around her.
"cum for me, please baby i need to see you - fuck you're so beautiful," her teeth gritting and she moans as you do, your cum leaking down her wrist and abby whimpers, going down to lick and tase you. her hips humping you leg desperately as she sucks your clit into her mouth and stills her fingers if only to readjust them so she can keep fucking them into you.
you cum so quickly around her "jesus fuck, abigail," you yelp -- her full name falling from your mouth like a command and her body twitches as she cums, whimpering and moaning around you clit. tears leaking down her face as she sputters into you, fingers locking up inside you.
"god, so good -- you're so good to me abby," you gulp and abby licks her fingers and then comes up to kiss you. "i am, and i'm gonna keep you safe - treat you good, no one will ever treat you like i do, i love you baby," abby kisses you before you can reply.
her fingers sinking into you so deep again your eyes cross and when abby hears you say "i love - love it abby love you" she grunts, her fingers fucking faster into you - kissing and sucking marks into your neck and chest.
"mine," she grunts into you, "you're mine baby, not letting you go - ever," you'll agree with pretty much anything she says at this point, dizzy with pleasure you can't quite compose yourself as she clambers onto the bed and handles your legs, folding you in half and sinking her lubed cock into you.
abby bucks and snaps her hips into you. her strap stretching you, so deep your belly aches with each thrust. "god you're so fucking tight," abby moans, one hands starting to play with your nipples and then rubbing your clit and the other wrapping around your throat.
"my girl," abby whimpers with such faith as if it's the end of a prayer. your legs twitch and you hum lowly as you squirt around her, "christ, yes yes thank you baby, god give me your cum that's it," she moans, snapping her hips and then pulling out gently just to lap at your pussy, her legs falling over her shoulders.
abby has to hold you down as she cleans and licks your taste from your thighs and cunt. "good girl, so good for me," abby whines laying kisses to your mound and then belly, your breasts and chest. she kisses you neck and cheeks and eyelids. pressing a final kiss to your mouth.
"mine," abby sighs happily as you cuddle into her side.
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a 7 part jjk drabble series based on the explicit version of âsevenâ.
how it will work: each day of the week is assigned a different lyric from the single âsevenâ by jjk. each drabble will feature its own environment & kink(s) that correspond to the associated lyric.
series masterlist:
1. monday: sÄx in the workplace ⢠read here - âgot you skipping work and meetingsâ
2. tuesday: sÄx in a car ⢠coming soon - âits the way that you can rideâ
3. wednesday: sÄx outside ⢠coming soon - âi kiss your waist and ease your mindâ
4. thursday: sÄx in a hot tub / bathtub ⢠coming soon - âyou know night after night, iâll be fuckin' you rightâ
5. friday: sÄx in a secret space ⢠coming soon - âso break me off another timeâ
6. saturday: sÄx while gaming ⢠coming soon - âyou wrap around me and you give me lifeâ
7. sunday: sÄx in the kitchen ⢠coming soon - âwind it back, iâll take it slow, leave you with that afterglowâ
pairing: seven!jungkook x f!reader (afab) genre(s)&au(s): non idol, slice of life, established relationship, smut, fluff, minor tiny angst warnings & smut warnings: all drabbles will come with their own warnings upon release w/c: all drabbles will come with their own word count upon release rating: 18+ banner: @caelesjjk
taglist [open]: - comment below! - ageless & empty blogs will not be included & minors will be blocked. update: AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE IGNORED
note1: this is something new that ive never tried before, so i do hope people will show it some love ⥠note2: thank you to my sarah for not just the banner but for also listening & sharing ideas over the last 2 days to create this series
#jungkook drabble#bts drabble#bts one shot#bts imagines#jeon jungkook#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff#bts smut#jungkook angst#jungkook imagines#jungkook one shot#jungkook x reader#jungkook x oc#jungkook x you#jungkook x y/n#bts fic#jungkook fanfic#jungkook fic#bts x you#bts x reader
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