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[camvrin]

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[kamiversee]

˗ˏˋ My Love Note ´ˎ˗

12 | and I know

❧ Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.

❧ Content | language, semi-public sex, creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, filth, praise, fluff, comfort(?), slight exhibitionism, etc.

❧ Word Count | 5.5k

❧ Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader.

| Chapters mlist |

——“Uhuh, thaaat’s it. Ride that fuckin’ cock. Jus’ like that.” Gojo’s grunting out to you within the next few minutes. You knew he was a talker but fuck, it really does get significantly worse every time you engage in these sexual acts with him. “What’s my name? Say it again f’me, pretty. Sounds s’good on your tongue.”

He is so stupidly talkative that it's almost painful, mainly because you’re trying to maintain the constant bounce on his long cock. That leaked, blushing pink tip of his is just French kissing the sweetest depths of your cunt and you’re left ridiculously addicted.

“S-Satoru… hnngh-, fuck,” You babble in between the thick stretches of Gojo’s cock slotting into your greedy cunt perfectly. His dick is so mean against your soddened walls that you swear you’re cockdrunk after only the first few minutes of riding him. Not to mention the way he’s talking to you is doing wonders at making your mind go blank.

With his head all relaxed back against the seating of the car, his darkened blue eyes overly enthralled by the gorgeous display of your body over him, and his hands helping you fuck yourself on him just right—Gojo’s in heaven just as much as you are right now. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect for me, shiiit.” He sleazes, moving his hands back to relax along the expanse of his car’s seating.

All he wants to do is just sit there and watch you for a bit. His eyes are everywhere on you though, dazed by each jump of your tits, the way his shaft disappears inside you over and over as you cry out his name, and the way your face dazes over in the most slutty expression he’s ever seen from you.

“Y’know how long I’ve been-, fuck… wantin’ to see you like this?” Gojo hums as he moves one hand. He can only ever keep his touch off of you for so long before that urge consumes him again. That hand of his falls on your hip and he guides you through the next roll against him, “Y’look so fuckin pretty ridin’ this cock. Like it was made f’you, ughh fuck.”

Your brows meet in pleasure and a breathy moan of his name starks past your lips. His groans are by far one of the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard. Each one ripples out from deep within his chest, bottom lip having this slight quiver to it each time he releases that sinful sound and his abs visibly tensing up at every clamp your pussy makes around him. 

The moonlight from outside was the only thing illuminating Gojo’s sweat-slicked body as you rode him in earnest. The windows of his car had slightly fogged within the few minutes you’ve been having sex in this position and anyone who walks by for even a fraction of a second would know what was going on in there without a doubt.

Part of the reasoning behind that being the grunts and groans from Gojo accompanied by the delicate moans of his name pouring from your mouth, and the other reason being the slight bounce of the vehicle. It’s a faint movement, sure. But anyone could gather what was taking place behind those foggy-tinted windows of Gojo’s car.

The man’s gaze soon focuses on your tits and he’s stuck in a small trance watching the consistent recoil of them as you move. So stuck that he involuntarily leans forward and wraps his fingers around your waist for a second, then his lips are cupping your right perked bud into his mouth and he’s latched onto you like a damn slug.

With an eager suck and a muffled groan, you feel that slick tongue of his whirl around your nipple—flicking it in between his teeth for a second before pulling away slightly just to spit on it. “Pretty body like this deserves worship,” Gojo rasps hotly into your skin before taking you back into his mouth. Then his eyes flick upward and he catches the way you’re whining for him.

“Satoru,” You whisper, one of your hands losing its fingers into the tangled mess of his white hair as you hold him in place. Then your hips are rutting against his in more jerky movements and you can feel his cock slap so sloppily against your syrupy clenched walls.

He angles his head a bit more so you can watch him suckle your nipple against his tongue lewdly. Humming a lazy, “Mmh?” In response to your small cry of his name. “Y’like that?”

You just nod and intimacy glosses over both of your eyes. “Uhuh, f-feels good,” You stammer, feeling him groan messily at your words.

Gojo flashes a lopsided smile before lulling his tongue out, allowing you to get the raw sight of the muscle swirling around your perked bud languidly. “Mmh, good. S’all I wanna do,” He slurs into you as one of his hands slides down along your body languidly until his thumb approaches your clit and he gives you this mean and abrupt swirl.

A gasp emits from your throat and Gojo’s smile only grows more wildly obsessed. The expression on your face, the sudden tightening of your walls around his aching cock, the changed pitch in your breathing—oh fuck, it’s intoxicating. Gojo’s thumbing at your clit faster than he realizes without second thought, infatuated by how insane he’s driving you right now.

You quickly shoot a hand down to his wrist and hunch forward, your forehead falling to his shoulder as your hips come to a jerky halt. Your lips remain parted and your legs feel like they’re turning into unmoving mush. “W-Wait,” You choke out, feeling his thumb swat left and then press. “Fuck, Satoru—“

Before you can even finish moaning his name, you’re making a filthy mess around him and your body is twitching ever so slightly.

Smiling wider, Gojo’s lips press against your ear and his voice dips into that deeply soft aroused pitch, “There she is,” He praises ever so sweetly while caressing your clit with his thumb softly and relishing in every tense grasp and spasm of your cunt.

He remains gentle with you for a little while longer, letting your high die off and being careful not to drive you straight into overstimulation. You’re busy panting heavily against his shoulder and your hips have unconsciously lifted so he’s not even fully inside you anymore.

Gojo lets off a hum and glides his hands over to hold onto those hips of yours, his touch tender. “You can give me another one, right?” He requests into your ear whilst feeling your body up again.

Your hands move to hold onto his wrists and it takes your mind a second to come almost all the way down from your high. Batting your lashes, you lean up from his shoulder and meet his eyes with a surprisingly eager nod. “Mhm,” You hum, guiding his hands downwards to remain glued to your hips, “M’not… done with you yet, ‘Toru.”

There’s an angry twitch of his cock felt inside you but what really gets you going is the crazed way in which his smile shifts, practical hearts fluttering through his gaze in reaction to your words. The confidence you had so suddenly despite the way you were just clinging onto him desperately has the man in a frenzy. “Oh?” Gojo muses, slouching back again. “Well, shit. M’all yours, sweets. Give this cowboy a nice ride, yeah?”

Rolling your eyes at his never-ending corniness, your hands leave his wrists and graze over his chest as you give him a brief feel. Gojo shudders beneath that small touch of yours, his brows just barely tensing while his eyes flick back and forth between you caressing him and your focused expression. Then, in an instant, your eyes meet his and you have this nerve to smirk.

The man doesn’t even get a chance to gather what’s about to take place before you’re retracting your touch from his anxious body and placing your hand atop the cowgirl hat you’ve got on—having remembered what kinda costume you were wearing and the way you hadn’t stripped yourself of the get-up completely. And oh, are you the most perfect woman Gojo thinks he’s ever laid his eyes on because when you tip your hat back a bit, cock your head to the side a little, and roll your hips forward perfectly, he realizes he’s about to get a slight show from you.

Damn the way your eyes stay on his too ‘cause now he can’t hide the way his eyes flicker as you grind against him sensually. Back and forth ‘n back and forth. The rhythmic rock of your body against his was driving him insane. Gojo’s jaw falls faster than he realizes at the very second that his cock delves deep inside you. Then he makes the mistake of looking down at the connection and oh god…

“Fuuck me,” Gojo pants thickly, “F-Fuck me, baby. Shit, d-don’t—oh fuck,” He sputters out, spotting that sexy bulge of his cock imprinted against your skin. He was so deep, stuffing you nice ‘n full.

You move a hand to his chin and his breath leaves his throat entirely in a faint gasp as you force his head up. Now he’s met with your face again and shit, he’s so weak. “Eyes on me, ‘Toru. C’mon,” You direct gently.

Lifting languidly, you watch him choke out moans with each time your pussy sloshes down on him, engulfing his dick in your warmth and sucking him in perfectly. Gojo doesn’t even remember what he was mad about before this. Hell, what’d you guys even come out here to his car for? Surely it wasn’t this… this is…

“Satoru,” You call you, breaking him from his daze. Then you lean forward and your thumb swipes against his bottom lip, “You’re drooling…”

At that point, he doesn’t even try to suppress the whine that leaves his throat. It’s loud and clear all for you—striking against your ears in this desperate pitch that makes your cunt throb wildly.

Your hands steadily snake around his neck and you pull yourself close to him, chest to chest, and breaths mingling with one another again. His eyes can’t leave yours now, not when you’re this close, and not when you’re gazing at him so intimately. Your pace picks up again and Gojo’s losing his everloving mind at each and every swivel and swirl of your hips. So nasty with these sloppy squelches echoing against the expanse of his car.

Now nonverbal, the vehicle feels ten times hotter than it was before. You’re so close to him that he fears for the possibility of you hearing that thrumming heart of his against his ribcage. Gojo’s nervous.

Or… He was until his plump cockhead thwacks against this spongey spot inside you and your entire body reacts with a quick lift of your hips.

It’s then that his mind seems to start working again—his hands gripping onto your skin tighter than before, “Nonono, don’t run from it, lemme feel her ‘real good,” Gojo rasps out heavily, his glassy eyes glistening over as you ease yourself back down nice and slow so that his cock can hit that spot again. “Mhm, riiide this dick, sweetheart. There you go, keep that pretty pussy on me—fuuck..”

He’s right where you need him and he knows it by your twitching expression. You’re losing your composure all over again and the confidence you had moments ago is fading into orgasmic bliss. “S-, aah… Satoru,” You gasp lightly, the words hardly leaving your throat while you try lifting yourself again to escape for a moment.

Gojo shakes his head. “That’s it, ‘Toru’s gotcha’. Hold onto me,” He instructs, still maintaining that honeyed eye contact as he feels your arms begin to lock around his neck.

He leans back even more, your body angling along with him. Then, Gojo places his large hands on the purchase of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and lifting your cunt almost all the way off of his cock slowly. Once only the tip is left kissing your pussy, you get half a second to catch your breath before he pushes you right back down on him even slower than before. Lazily letting his thick cock spread your drooling pussy open all over again.

“So fuckin’ wet,” He grunts, using his grip on your ass to slick your cunt up and down his dick messily.

It’s slow at first but with the next whine of his name you let out, Gojo gives your ass a harsh slap before keeping you in place and then thrusting his hips upward.

Your jaw falls and you start drooling, “Fuck, ah.. mnh, S-Satoru, fuck me,” Your words are just spilling out of your mouth as Gojo drowns his cock up into that filthy cavern of yours, tip gushing at the wet gurgles leaving your cunt whilst he bottoms out.

His balls smack heavy against your ass with how hard he fucking himself up into you. Eventually, he finds his mouth hanging open and his eyes rolling all the way back once he gets a nice pace going for himself. “Right here, huh?” Gojo huffs mid-thrust, just barely prodding against that sensitive spot of yours for a bit before hitting it directly and watching your eyes go wide ‘n then fall back. “Yeahh, that’s the spot, isn’t it?”

You’re clinging onto him all over again, your nails scratching over the upper skin of his back as words fail to form in your mouth. The only thing leaving your throat was wet moans before Gojo smiled again and then pressed his lips to yours.

It’s a filthy, drool-induced kiss but neither of you seems to care. Wet smacks from all over ricochet throughout his vehicle as the two of you get entirely lost in one another. From the constant thick stretch of his cock to the needy way in which his hands explored your body, you’d found yourself forgetting how you got to this point with him as well. Gojo’s hands smoothed along your tensed skin each time he guided you down on him, his lips locked with yours eagerly in contrast as he did so.

And then you weren’t fairing much better—running your nails all throughout his hair, along his shoulder and back, scraping at his skin, and hissing into his mouth when he hit too deep. Most of his vehicle was fogged with the air of sex by this point, safe for the windshield which wasn’t as fogged since it’s all the way in the front but it’s not like anyone would be looking or watching the two of you.

After all, it was dark where Gojo had his car parked so neither of you had a care in the world. Not only that but, as said before, a person would be able to tell what was taking place inside that vehicle anyway. It’d dip down and then spring back up in a rhythmic fashion that only meant one thing…

Given that, you were far too caught up in fucking Gojo to the brink of insanity that the last thought to cross your mind was the possibility of someone walking by the car and seeing what happened. Or, more specifically, someone you know walking by and spotting the two of you.

The world probably has something against this man because it’s really just his luck that when he decides to break away from the party to get some fresh air and go on a small walk, it’s Gojo’s car he’s passing by. Now, he spotted the bouncing of the vehicle long before approaching it but he had no idea whose vehicle it was and it’s not like that was his first time acknowledging some horny couple going at it in the car.

What told Choso that it was Gojo’s vehicle was the all too familiar muffled sound of your moaning along with the faintly blurred sight of your costume top. Of course Gojo has decent tint on his windows, y’know, all except for the windshield which has a lighter tint on it… That, and the fact that Choso found himself staring too hard so it wasn’t hard for him to spot you.

Tripping over his own feet as he realizes it’s you, the man stumbles forward to quickly pass the car with a loud clearing of his throat.

And the cherry on top? The fact that the sound that leaves his throat hits your ears from inside.

Your lips messily detach from Gojo’s and both of you are panting as you turn your head to glance over to your left, watching as someone’s silhouette passes by the car rather quickly. “Shit, Satoru,” You call out breathlessly as your eyes follow the outline of someone distancing themself from the vehicle as fast as they could. Hell, it looked like they were running away.

Gojo grunts, “Huh? What’s wrong, why’d you stop?”

You look back down at the man in all his unkempt glory, watching a small bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face. He was such an unfairly pretty man. “I think someone saw us,” You hush out to him before snatching your gaze away from his attentive blue eyes and glancing elsewhere in search of any other people who may be passing by.

The man beneath you releases an airy chuckle, “Oh, that’s what you’re worried about? Now?” Gojo teases. He can’t help but find it funny how you worry about the possible chance of getting caught while he’s damn near balls deep inside you. 

“Yes, ‘now’, I think I just saw someone walk by,” You tell him.

It’s silly that you’re concerning yourself with this even though no one should be able to tell who’s doing what in his car from the outside. Gojo shakes his head softly, trying not to completely dismiss your concern as his hands slide down to the underside of your thighs. His thumbs caress your skin and he leans up a bit just to angle his head into the crook of your neck. 

“So? I doubt they know or care what we’re up to in here,” He assures you, “But, hey,” Gojo leans his head over so that you can look at him again and when you do, he flashes you a small comforting smile, “Would it really be so bad if someone did see us?”

You let off a huff, “Yes!”

He laughs, “Why?”

“Because…” Okay, truth be told, you could care less if someone saw the two of you. If you were truly worried, you would’ve never gotten yourself into this position (literally) in the first place. So, when he asks you why, you’re not really sure of what to say. “I just–”

“Are you worried about someone seeing you? Is that it?” Gojo asks. As those words leave him, you feel his hands grip onto your thighs a bit tighter. “‘Cause that’s an easy fix, sweets.”

You hadn’t realized how spacious Gojo’s car was until he was flipping you over and having you lay back against the seats of the vehicle. For a small moment, his cock slips out of you while the two of you get repositioned and before you have much time to register everything, he’s on top of you and folding your legs up against your chest.

Grinning down at you now, Gojo tips his head to the side, “Is this better for you? Now if someone looks and sees anything, all they’ll see is me.”

You bat your damp lashes up at him for a moment before nodding. “Y-Yeah, this is fine…”

“Unless you wanted to stop completely?” He goes on to suggest, searching the look in your eyes carefully for a second only to watch the way you quickly shake your head.

Moving to grab a light hold onto his arm, you sigh, “Nono, this is fine. We can uhm… We can keep going.”

Gojo lets out a relieved sigh and then looks down, angling his hips and parting your legs further just so he can nudge his cock back inside you. With the first careful thrust, you’re moaning and he’s groaning already as if he wasn’t just inside you a few seconds ago.

Then he leans down to you and fuck if he wasn’t deep before then he damn sure is now with the way he presses his weight down against you and rolls his hips in.

You gasp sharply and let out a curse beneath your breath, the small sound enough to have Gojo falling right back into that addictive state of need. He drags his hips back tentatively before fucking himself into you at this perfect pace that has your mind forgetting all about the worry you’d harbored mere moments ago.

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Meanwhile, now back at your shared apartment was a rather… hopeless Choso Kamo.

He doesn’t think he’s ever left a party that fast before. Sure, the thing in the kitchen had been one thing but that? Oh, his poor heart just couldn’t take it. And neither could his cock, apparently.

Yeah, by the time he makes it home, he’s slamming doors and snatching his clothes off, irritated by the mere fact that he just had to be the one person to have spotted you and Gojo having sex. What makes it so humorous is that he’s also the only person who was able to tell that was you in that car with him, anyone else would’ve just minded their business or not have been able to tell it was you.

But, y’know, when you’ve been friends with someone for over eight years and have been through all kinds of shit with them, it’s only fair for you to be able to recognize them by their blurred back profile inside a car at wee hours into the night… right?

Fuck. All Choso wanted to do was go on a walk and now he’s back home, pissed off, and… stupidly erect.

It’s shameful the effect you have on him, truly. He shouldn’t even relieve himself of his arousal right now honestly. Choso doesn’t even know why he’s in this state. His mind is annoyed but his body is on some other type of vibe entirely. It only takes one or two replays of your body bouncing up and down in a way that’s far too familiar for the man to find his hand wrapped around his dick.

“Fuck,” Choso sighs tiredly. He couldn’t even make it to his room either, spread out right on the couch in the living room, tossing his head back, thinking about you all over again, and driving himself crazy.

It’s a brief and very lazy jerk-off sesh, one that has the poor guy feeling shameful the moment he cums at the thought of you giving him that usual glare of yours. 

He’s screwed, and not in the way he’d prefer right now.

So fuckin’ screwed.

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In the midst of that, you’re busy on cloud nine as you’re getting fucked through your nth orgasm of the night. You didn’t know it was possible for you to be folded up and stuffed so dumb in such a short amount of time and yet there you were.

You’d lost count of how many times you’d cried out Gojo’s name tonight along with how many times you cum around his weighty cock. By this point, your legs were wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, and he’s mid-orgasm—stuffing you overly full and causing his cum to spill out from your puffy overstimulated cunt. 

Gojo’s right in your ear again, huffing and puffing while choking out your name and babbling something about how perfect you are. His dick is inside you twitching and throbbing so aggressively with each spurt of cum that leaves him.

This was probably his second or third time finishing inside you for the night. His car will definitely need a deep clean after this but he could care less about that right now.

“F-Fuck,” He whispers to you, his hands carrying this slight tremble as he holds onto you. “Shit, I think I lo–,” He chokes on his own words, struggling not to let his high cause him to say something insane. “I’m losin’ my mind.. Sorry, ignore me…” He ends up mumbling before hiding his face in your neck out of embarrassment.

You laugh, just barely, “S’okay…”

Aside from the heavy breathing and occasional shift of bodies, tranquility now settled into the car. For quite a while, Gojo just lays on top of you, listening to your rapid pulse calm down as the two of you take your time in catching your breaths.

Even when you both get your breathing in check, neither of you makes any attempts to move. The not-so-distant sound of the party still going on is oddly comforting paired with the warmth of Gojo’s weight on top of you. You end up running your hands through his hair soothingly and you’re sure the two of you would’ve fallen asleep just like this if not for the fact that you were laid up in the car together.

Eventually, Gojo’s the first to speak up. “This is nice y’know,” He whispers. His voice is so soft and yet hoarse at the same time. It makes your heart do that weird flipping thing again.

A scoff escapes your nose, “Yeah, we should do this more often…” You utter jokingly.

You then feel his smile quirk against your skin. “Do what? Ditch parties to fuck in my car?” He taunts breathily.

Rolling your eyes at him, this time not of pleasure, “Not exactly, no. I think I was talking about this—the cuddling…” You say to clarify as your fingers come to a halt between his hair.

“Ohhhh,” Gojo hums, lifting his head slightly, “Y-Yeah, of course, I knew that!” He laughs, slightly nervous. “But, yeah. We should do this more often. You smell good.”

“Do I?” You ask, lips twitching into a soft smile.

Gojo buried his head right back into the crook of your neck, inhaling dramatically before exhaling heavily. “Mhmmm,” He mumbles, nuzzling into your warmth. “And you’re sooo warm… everywhere.”

It’s then that you realize he’s yet to pull out of you, softened cock resting so snuggly inside the depths of your cunt, and the mess between the two of you yet to be cleaned. There was surely a ring of filth down in between your sandwiched bodies but aside from that, you were too content in the moment to bat a single eye at it.

Your hands drift down to Gojo’s neck, thumbs grazing his jawline and signaling him to lift. To which Gojo’s head raises on que and his eyes steadily flit to yours. You don’t even have to ask for what you want because Gojo’s sighing and gradually pushing his lips onto yours.

The connection is smooth like silk, almost as if Gojo’s lips rightfully belong against yours. They then part and it’s practically loving the way your tongues intertwine in a sweet symphony as a mutual hum leaves your throats. Lust is nearly forgotten for a moment and your heart is fluttering as he shifts against you—fingertips dancing up and down your body tenderly just as he pries away from your mouth to suckle your lower lip into his mouth.

His eyes crack open only to watch the way your lip falls back into place as he releases it, a sigh falling from him and landing right against your wettened skin. 

Gojo’s pupils dilate for a moment and his breath hitches within his throat. He’s not sure what came over him but… “God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” He breathes out without a second thought.

Catching you entirely off guard, your face flushes at the sudden compliment. “Thank you,” You end up fumbling out delicately. Then your hands carry over to his face and your palms meet his cheeks, “So are you, ‘Toru.” 

This is way too damn intimate for two people who have ‘no feelings’ for one another, isn’t it? Questions aside, you find your thumbs slipping against the skin below his eyes, and you grinning before you even realize it.

“Handsome too,” You utter, visibly catching him off guard.

Gojo’s lips part again and this time there’s this deep throb in his chest. His whole expression softens beyond belief and whatever confident facade he’d been putting on, cracks before your very eyes. “Oh,” He suspires in pure awe, “Warn me before you just…” His words trail and his face comes down a bit, forehead meeting yours at rest, “…Compliment me like that. But, thank you.”

The two of you shut your eyes for a while longer to let this moment truly sink in. It’s almost like you were high on something—everything felt… like bliss.

You weren’t complaining or anything but fuck this was weird. You didn’t feel this after you slept with Choso. Maybe your best friend had a point, maybe you do have deeper feelings for Gojo than you realized. And hey, you know you had a crush on the guy but damn, do all crushes feel like this??

If liking Gojo makes you feel like you’re high then you don’t think you ever wanna come down. And to top that off, you’re pretty sure he feels the same. Or, he’s feeling the same thing you are right now, anyway. 

You’re too scared to ask that though, it’d probably ruin the moment entirely. Especially if he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings and this whole thing turns out to be some weird post-orgasm thing…

All that completely aside, you definitely want more. Unlike your time spent with Choso, you don’t regret or feel guilt at all right now. You’d repeat the day you’ve had over and over again if it meant Gojo would be in your arms like this by the end of it. 

Your grin stretches into a smile and you unexpectedly chuckle at yourself, causing Gojo to open his eyes and look at you. “What?” He hushes out in a curious tone.

You shake your head, “Nothing, I just… It’s like you said, this is nice.”

He lets out this small grumble before moving to kiss your cheek. “I warned you I’m a clingy drunk…” 

This time you giggle, “Oh please, you sobered up a while ago.”

You got him there… “Whatever, that’s still what brought us to this point,” He huffs off.

“It’s okay to admit you’re a clingy person in general.” As you say that, Gojo grimaces at the truth behind such a statement. He was hoping he’d go a little while longer without you realizing.

But, since you’ve caught him red-handed, he’s got no choice other than to shrug and accept defeat. “Fine, fine. I’m a bit of a clingy person. But… That doesn’t bother you, does it?” He asks with a faint tilt of his head.

Now you lean up and peck his lips, whispering a glacé, “Not at all.”

Again, this is really fuckin’ intimate for two people who have ‘no feelings’ for one another—this being a thought shared subconsciously between the both of you as he snickers and you smile. 

Breaking all that sappy shit for a moment, you end up yawning almost obnoxiously. Which leads Gojo to a laugh. “You tired?” He asks.

“Clearly,” You reply in between another yawn.

“Want me to drop you off at your place or…” Hesitating, Gojo has to trail his gaze elsewhere to finish the rest of his statement. “Or uhm, do you wanna spend the night at my place?”

You’re taken by slight surprise by his sudden offer and although you’re fatigued, your eyes light up a little. “Your place sounds fun.”

“Yeah?” He beams, leaning up from you slowly.

The last thing he received from you was a sleepy nod of your head. After which, Gojo rushed around his car to get the two of you all cleaned up and somewhat decent. He’d tried to get you to put some of your clothes back on but you complained about it being too tight and ended up wearing nothing but the hoodie you’d worn earlier that day before you’d gone costume shopping.

After that, it didn’t take long for you to find yourself deep in your slumber while seated in the passenger seat & Gojo was quick to get everything else situated.

Just before he pulled off, he’d given your resting expression a long stare and his mouth moved to say something but even he was unsure of what. Once his senses returned to him, he redirected his focus onto getting the two of you to his home safely.

It’d be your first time spending the night there so he was admittedly a little nervous. But, what really struck his heart was how much you trusted him. He’d make note to value that from you, deeply.

That day was something to remember.

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tags: everyone's got normal lives (no F1), mentions of porn/OF, very very suggestive (or very light smut idk?), mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex toys

a/n: this is just an introduction to the au. if you have any ideas or things you think would go well with the au, send an ask and lmk <3

“Oh, I don’t know, Gwen!” You said, swirling your straw around in your drink as you eyed the friend. “Other than the fact I’m moving soon, my life is a bit too boring lately. I’m done with dating apps after the last big failure and I just need something interesting to happen!”

“You mean you need to get laid!” She accused, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she giddily sipped her mimosa, already a bit tipsy from all the previously consumed ones. “When was the last time you had a good orgasm?”

You coughed, nearly choking on your drink as you stared at her with wide eyes. “We’re so not talking about this!”

“I’ll take that as a ‘very long ago’,” Gwen said, eyeing you over the rim of her glass. “Just because you’re not dating doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun.”

“Didn’t you hear the part when I said how all the guys are sleazy and disgusting?”

She chuckled, flashing you a smile. “You can have fun on your own. Nothing wrong with that, in fact, it’s my favourite.”

“God,” you laughed, swatting her arm. “You’re definitely too drunk for 12 pm, Gwen.”

However much you tried to push it from your mind and deny, Gwen’s words stuck with you through the rest of the day. A constant echo in the back of your mind that played like a mocking tune whenever you found even a second free.

With a groan you pushed yourself up from your couch, the TV show playing on the screen already long abandoned. In the silence of your apartment you could hear every step you made, every thud of your feet against the ground seemed to echo like a thump of your heart within your chest.

You reached your bedside, eyes narrowed in a glare as you rummaged through the drawer in search of your old vibrator, an unfamiliar sensation stirring in your chest once you finally pulled it out, the thing still fully charged and ready to be used. 

You settled on the bed, head nestled on the pillow as you closed your eyes and tried to tease yourself but it was so damn hard when nothing came to mind. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you reached for your phone, holding it up in a slightly shaky hand you unlocked it and made your way onto the good old trusted … twitter porn.

Your fingers hesitated over a video of a guy. His face was half visible, but his body was in the full picture and he looked sweeter than sin. Hard abs, perfectly toned, arms worth salivating over. Yeah, the guy was made to be pornographic, that you were sure of.

You clicked play, watching as he teasingly ran his hands down his body, wrapping one big hand around his equally as big dick, the sound of his low groaning coming through the speaker.

A sigh slipped past your lips as you mimicked his movement, running your hands down your body, teasingly scraping your nails along your skin before slowly reaching your fingers under the waistband of your shorts.

The video ended just as your fingers reached your clit and a low spark of annoyance ran through you. “Fuck …” you muttured, staring at the replay button. Then the words under the video caught your attention.

Want more? Check out my OF ;)

Next to them was a link. Without thinking twice, or much, you pressed the link, watching as his OnlyFans page loaded up.

You glanced at the vibrator next to you on the bed, Gwen’s words, or more so the “You can have fun on your own,” echoing inside of your head once more.

“Fuck it!” You whispered into the darkness of your room, and then pressed the subscribe button.

taglist: @alenix @briefkittenearthquake @gamesetcheckeredflag @yara011

[henry7931]

Body Swap Short: 

James:

The truth is that nobody knows anything about who I really am, well except for Coach Bennett.

The last 2 months, I have been occupying his body while he has been inside of mine.

Somehow both of us were struck by lighting right after a baseball game. Now I don’t normally attend sports events but one of my friends drug me out to a game.

The weather started to get terrible and everyone rushed out. It was chaos and right as the storm got even more crazy— I bumped right into Coach Bennett… and bam!

The next second, I’m on the ground. As I sit up, I realize someone else was also laying on the ground.

But then when he sits up, that was the moment I saw myself!

Both of us panicked, we tried everything to reverse it. It seems we maybe stuck like this…

Coach and I both agreed to keep everything a secret.

So now, I’m living his life freshly divorced with three handsome sons.

It’s challenging for me because one of them was in my grade back in school. And as crazy as it sounds, I used to jerk off to his yearbook picture.

As you can imagine it’s hard pretending to be the dad they know while also trying my best not to show who I really am inside.

That’s why I enjoy my man cave. There I can relax with some privacy, have a glass of bourbon, and really jerk off.

One of the good things about having coach’s life is his very sexy dad bod.

I love my muscles, the pecs, the beard, these big manly feet, and of course the massive cock sitting between these thick thighs.

Masterbating is the one of the things that keeps me sane. It feels like the only time I can be comfortable with all of this body.

I’ll spend so much time exploring my cock and balls. Rubbing my cockhead on my feet, fingering my big bubbly man ass, I’ve even tried to see if I can suck myself off. ( which I’ve made it as far as licking the tip)

Although nothing is hotter than watching myself in the mirror. Something about seeing this body do and say such explicit things…

But then of course it’s back to playing Dad. The good thing is by fall all of the bots will go back to school and I’ll be able to have the place by myself.

And then hopefully, I can try dating in this body.

Five Months Later…

The boys had finally moved back to college! And now I finally have the place to myself! It took me all of 10 minutes after saying goodbye to download Grindr.

All I did was post a picture of my abs and so many men started messaging me.

But one in particular really got me hard.

A very handsome 21 year old guy, who’s fairly toned. But when I got a face picture from the guy— I was shocked to see it was my body!!

I invited the old coach over and cooked for him.

“You look great,” I say to him.

“So do you,” he says winking at me.

We talk for hours about life and he’s so different than I imagined. He’s been taking my old body to the gym, applying to jobs.

“So are you gay now,” I ask him.

“Yeah I guess so,” he says to me.

That night, we hooked up and he ended up staying another night. And then the next night.

He’ eventually moved in and both of us are so in love. I truly found a soulmate in him.

The sex is spectacular! Especially since both of us know each other’s bodies so well. He’s also just as kinky as me.

One of the hottest things he does is his foot jobs.

My old body’s size 10s are so soft to the touch and feel amazing on my cock. And even though I’m much more bigger than him— he still dominates me in the bedroom.

I am happy. Especially with the new James in my life. The only hard part is going to be explaining this to the boys with fall break around the corner. But hopefully they will accept us.

[starrihan]

Smoking Weed w/ Nicholas

-> Pairing: smoker! Nicholas x afab! Reader

-> Genre: smut, kissing, neck kissing, oral (m receiving), reader and Nicho are basically strangers, slight spit play

-> Warnings: smoking

-> Word Count: 2,278

-> Notes: Ive seen 2 different posts about smoking with Nicholas/ Nicholas smoking and I find the idea so hot so here is how I headcannon smoking weed with nicho would be like (even tho its not in like typical hc format) also this is barely proofread

-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

Also this was the inspo for this fic btw: Imagine going down on him because you’re so high and so horny and you’re trying to suck his dick but your mouth is dry because you have cotton mouth so he smirks and picks your jaw up with his finger, spitting in your mouth to make it wet again - i wrote this while i was high 

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You would meet him once at a party, not really knowing much about him besides his name since your friend introduced you two. You guys would chill for a bit with your friend and her boyfriend, Euijoo, until they went off on their own and you and Nicholas did the same.

You found yourself talking to some of your other friends but eventually, the loud music was too much for you so you stepped outside in the backyard that wasn’t as occupied and where the music could barely be heard.

You lean against the fence on the deck, not paying much mind to your surroundings as you pull out your phone.

“Couldn’t stand it in there either?”

You turn your head slightly to see the stranger talking to you, before realizing that the voice belonged to the boy you met not too long ago. You sighed, agreeing with him. You were staring at the joint in his hand, watching as he bounced it between his two fingers. He noticed your eyes staring at it.

“Wanna hit?”

You looked at him, curious. You had smoked before and the feeling was rather enjoyable. Maybe it would help you feel a little better about this boring party.

“Sure, thanks.”

You respond as he hands you the joint. He watches you as you bring it up to your lips, lightly inhaling to control the amount of intake. You pass it back to him when you’re done, holding the smoke in your mouth for a bit until you feel it reach your lungs, exhaling a decent cloud as you basked in the slight burning feeling in your chest.

You did feel a little better, the act of taking a hit alone making you feel more relaxed.

“Why are you here anyways? I mean, you don’t seem like you’re having a good time.”

He says, taking another hit. His slightly messy hair and silver chains caught your attention. You couldn’t tell before with the inadequate lighting inside the house but he was really attractive under the glow of the moonlight.

“Neither do you.”

He chuckles as he passes you back the joint, this time you take a bigger hit than before. Upon exhaling, you cough, to which he hands you the water bottle that he had kept on the banister.

“First time smoking?”

You shake your head ‘no’ as you drink the water, the cough subsiding.

“I just haven’t done it in a while. Did a little more than I could handle.”

He nods in understanding, giving you a second to recover. Once you feel better, you take another drag without coughing this time, the effect of the weed starting to hit you. You ash the joint before handing it back to him, fingers brushing his as you look away, face warming up at the contact. You can tell by the way his eyes droop and the whites of his eyes slowly become redder that he’s high.

“Wanna walk with me? I’m getting tired of just standing in this spot.”

You think for a second before agreeing, grabbing your stuff from your friend and informing her that you’d be leaving.

You both walk around aimlessly, passing the joint back and forth. Your conversation was everywhere, not being able to focus on one thing at a time. You were starting to lighten up, laughing more freely around him and his jokes. He was actually pretty funny.

You went from talking about your friends, to classes, to the stars above you and even the greater meaning of the vast universe. It didn’t take long before the joint had run its course, shrinking with every passing minute until it was nothing but a mere roach.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realize how much we’d smoked.”

He says, laughing.

“Really? I’m not even that high. Do you have another one?”

You laugh with him. To be honest, you were fairly high, but you enjoyed his company and conversation and you didn’t want this to end.

“Damn, no I don’t. But, my residence hall is right there. Would you mind waiting for me while I get it?”

“Could I come with, if you don’t mind? It’s just… it’s dark out and I don’t want to be out alone…”

“Oh my— yeah you can. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what I was saying. I know better than to leave a woman alone by herself at night, I promise.”

You laugh at his rushed sentence and he loosens up, laughing with you as you both walk to his room. You take in the posters and dark sheets that lay on his bed, waiting for him to grab another joint.

“Do you wanna go back outside?”

He asks, sitting in his desk chair, quickly grinding more weed to pack into the joint.

“Actually, could we stay inside? It’s kinda cold out there…”

You say sheepishly, but he agrees.

“Take a seat on my desk,”

He says and you hop up onto the desk, sitting in front of him. Once he has the next one ready, he lights it before handing it to you.

"Ladies first~"

He says, cheekily. You laugh, taking the joint from his hand. He watches the way your fingers move the joint up to your lips, and the way your lips wrap around the end of it, finding the act hot. He looks away from you, cheeks hot, from both the weed and the blush forming on his face.

You tap his shoulder, passing back the joint as you exhale, his eyes following the cloud of smoke disappearing into the air. He places a hand on your knee, just below your thigh before taking a hit. You feel your body start to tense up, feeling warm at the sudden contact.

He was unbelievably attractive, especially when his eyes were red and droopy, looking up at you with that lazy smile. You were lost looking into his eyes. It's like your body would move before you could process what it was doing as you find yourself holding the joint up to his mouth, waiting for him to inhale. He quirks his eyebrow at you, holding your wrist in place as he takes a hit. Your breath catches in your throat, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs slightly upon inhaling.

He flicks his eyes up from the joint to your face, holding the smoke in his mouth while reaching his hand behind your neck before pulling you down to meet his lips. Your surprised yelp has him smirking into the kiss, letting the smoke migrate from his mouth to yours. You feel dizzy, head spinning at action, thighs clenching together. He rests his hand that's not behind your neck on your thigh, rubbing soothing, little circles into it.

The way his tongue ever-so-slightly glides across yours has you leaning in for more. You put the joint down on his desk, its ashes falling astray against the faux soapstone. He doesn't care though, pushing his chair back and grabbing under your thighs to move you onto his lap. You're straddling him, hands in his hair, tugging on it as you reciprocate his earlier move, swiping your tongue against his lips. He gladly opens his mouth as he rests one hand on your ass, the other traveling up your shirt to feel the skin of your waist.

"Is this okay?"

He asks, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath. You nod, trying to catch your own breath. You're staring into his eyes as he moves his hand along your body, groping your ass. He doesn't break the contact either, enjoying the light blush dusting your face and the way your hair is slightly disheveled. You reach behind you, picking up the joint and smoking from it before putting it back down, letting it reach your chest before you pull him back in for a kiss. The smoke dances across your tongues as you messily kiss each other. You pull away first this time, moving his head to your neck as he places both hands on your waist.

He's taking his time on your neck, sucking and nipping lightly at first, hands traveling up to your chest before pulling your bra down, playing with your nipples. You gasp, arching your back and bringing you into him more. You can feel his teeth sink into your skin, wincing at the slight sting. You shift on his lap, feeling his hard length pressing up against your thigh. You take the opportunity to grind down on him, laughing when he gasps into your neck.

"Someone's riled up, huh?"

He says, smirking up at you.

"I can say the same for you. Someone's excited"

You both laugh as you stand up, kneeling on his floor as you look up at him with pleading eyes, fingers moving towards the button on his jeans. He's already looking down at you, nodding as he lifts his hips up a little. You unbutton his jeans, sliding them down along with his boxers until they're pooled at his ankles. Your mouth drops at the sight of his dick, perfectly long and hard. You trace the veins along the underside of his dick with your index finger, mesmerized. Nicholas can feel a deep blush creeping up to his cheeks.

You finally wrap your hand around the base, earring a yelp from him. You can’t find it in yourself to keep a straight face, a direct result of being high. He’s fidgeting, bouncing his leg at the anticipation of your hand around his cock.

“You look really pretty like this.”

You say. He's laughing as he looks away, not being able to control himself or his nerves. You take the chance to start pumping your hand up and down, mouth dry as his hips buck slightly into your hands. You lick the tip, playfully gliding your tongue along the slit. A guttural groan escapes his throat as he prods his dick into your mouth. You pull back, trying to gather enough saliva in your mouth, finding the task nearly impossible.

The cotton mouth you were experiencing was crazy. You looked around for a second, looking for a water bottle when Nicholas notices your frenzy. You look up at him, motioning with your hand that you need water. The smirk that creeps up on his face is almost evil when he quickly leans forward, grabbing your chin. You look at him, confused.

"Open your mouth"

You do as he says, slowly opening your mouth. He finds the saliva he needs, gathering it in his mouth before letting it spill it into yours. You're shocked, but your thighs are clenched together, heat rising to your cheeks. You hold his spit in your mouth as he gently pushes you away, looking down before letting a big string of his own spit travel down his length.

"That should be good enough"

You nod, dipping your head back down and taking half his length in your throat. His hands immediately snake their way into your hair, pushing back any loose strands that may have been in your way. You're focused on taking him in fully, bobbing your head up and down as his grunts fill the room. He's leaned back, completely relaxed in your hands as his hips start moving slowly to meet your movements. He's fully in your mouth at this point, tip hitting the back of your throat as you try so hard to suppress your gag reflex. 

You take a second, grounding yourself and catching your breath through your nose before continuing. The sound of your gagging is like music to Nicholas’s ears, his pace increasing as his breaths become shallow. His grip on your hair strengthens as he moves your head for you. Your hands that were once holding the chair slam down on his thighs in a bruising grip, determined to have him finish in your mouth. You let him take control, drooling all down his length and thighs. 

“Fuck Y/N… taking me so well…”

His praise has you shoving a hand between your legs, rubbing yourself through your jeans to get any sort of relief. You take the chance to lick around the base, a slight sting in the back of head from his tightening grip letting you know that he’s close. You can’t help it as you move your fingers faster over the rough material, the vibrations from your moans sending Nicholas even higher into the clouds. His animalistic groan fills your ears as his hips stall, pushing your head further down into him as he coats the inside of your throat with thick ropes of cum. You frantically tap his hand, signalling him to let go of your head. 

He notices your distress, quickly removing his hand and pulling your head off of him. He watches as you gulp down his liquids, tongue darting out to catch any remnants that may have escaped. His eyes trail down to your other hand, watching as you continue to touch yourself. He stands up, helping you stand before picking you up and placing you on his bed. He goes back over to his desk, grabbing what's left of the joint and taking another hit before handing it back to you. He captures your lips yet again, this time trailing his hands down your stomach and into your jeans, feeling the growing wet patch on your panties before rubbing slow circles over your clit. You whimper at his touch, leaning your head on his shoulder as another wave of your high hits you. 

“You did such a good job sucking me off like that, it's only fair that I return the favor, right?"

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-> Side note: One of the fics I read had him smoking a cigarette and I absolutely HATE cigarettes but the idea of seeing him with a cigarette in his mouth and between his fingers is so hot to me

-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

[justmeinadaze]

Sexy (Eddie X Plus Size Reader)

Someone sent me a message with a personal ask about a plus size reader who's a bit insecure about her body with a praise kink with Eddie so I bare you this. Remember, you are beautiful inside and out <3.

Warnings: Mentions of insecurities with being a plus size girlie; Eddie is comforting as always <3

Word Count: 902

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”, Eddie exhales as he licks his lips and his palms squeeze into your meaty hips as you roll them against him, pushing his cock deeper inside of you. “B-Bounce, sweetheart. I want to see you dripping all over my dick.”

At his words, your rhythm gradually came to a stop causing his eyes to snap open as he pushed up onto his elbows. 

“What…what’s wrong, babe? Everything…ok?”

“Yeah, um, can we…can you be on top?”

Blinking up at you, your boyfriend suddenly noticed that your eyes weren’t filled with lust anymore but pain. 

“Yeah, baby, sure. Does it hurt? Do we need to take a break or—”

Your lips cut off him off as you cup his face in your hands. You had been dating Eddie Munson for a few months and you loved everything about him. While in school he liked to come off as “mean and scary” but with his friends or alone with you, he had the sweetest heart you had ever seen. 

While the other kids made you insecure, he made you feel beautiful. The first time you were intimate with him, he took control which is honestly the way you preferred it and he never seemed inconvenienced by your body in any way. 

It always lingered in your mind through. 

When he would rest his head on your chest and wasn’t able to wrap his arms all the way around your stomach like you could with him. When his lips would travel along your flab you wished you could have abs like he did. When people would snicker as he held your hand, a part of you felt like it was your fault and you should let him go to be with someone who visually was more appealing. 

But you loved him so much…

Which is why when he flipped you both over till you were on top of him you didn’t protest. You wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel but you struggled to get out of your head to enjoy it yourself. 

“No, Eddie. I just…”

Wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place, he shifts his body till he was sitting up and leaning against the headboard so he could give you his full attention. 

“Talk to me, princess. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I just…I feel like…when I’m on top or I bounce…I look gross.”

The metalhead’s eyes widened as if you had said the most shocking thing he had ever heard.

“But you don’t. You’re extremely gorgeous, Y/N.”

“Pfft, thanks.”, you giggle. “But from this angle you can see my double chins and then my stomach and boobs are like…jiggling and I just…”

“You say these things like they’re bad.” 

Eddie smiles when your eyes playfully narrow but when you extend your arm to lightly punch his chest he grabs your wrist and pulls you forward till your nose is hovering just above his. 

“Seriously though. Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in my entire life. The first time I saw you I thought one of my campaign princesses came to life. These things here?” He pauses as he gently pinches your thighs, tummy, and cheeks. “They make you, you.”

Eddie smirks when your forehead falls on his and your arms circle around his shoulders. 

“You like that, baby? You like it when I compliment you?”, he murmurs against your lips as your hips start to roll against him again. “Because it true. I never say anything I don’t mean. Fuck, my good girl.”

“Eddie.”

“Does my beautiful girl like to be praised? Of course she does. Focus on me, sweetheart. L-Let me focus on your body and how sexy it is when you ride my dick.”

Placing your hands below his ears, you cling to him as you begin to utilize your knees to bounce up and down on his lap, mewling as his thick cock stretched and hit every button inside of you. 

“That’s my good girl. Shit, just like that. Your little pussy takes me s-so well.”

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“That’s…that’s it, pretty girl. I love the way my name sounds coming out of those…sexy lips. I love that your mine.”

“Oh my god. Say it again.”

Your boyfriend breathily laughs as his palms roam your skin. 

“Your beautiful face, these perfect tits, your tummy, t-these eatable thighs, and this gorgeous ass…”, he recites as he smacks your behind. “…are mine. You are mine, Y/N.”

Feeling your body begin to tremble, he immediately cups your cheeks in his hands. 

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me as you cum.”

“Fuck.”

Rolling your waist, your gaze never leaves his as you cling to one of his wrists and your jaw falls open as you come undone. 

“Good, good girl. That’s my girl.”, Eddie chants as his grip on you tightens and spills into the condom. “Fuck, that was amazing. I love you, sweetheart.”

You smile weakly as you fall against his chest and he gently pets your head, playing with your hair. 

“I love you, baby. I’m sorry for being…me.”

“Hey, you never have to apologize for that. It wasn’t just a heat of the moment thing, Y/N. I meant what I said. I love you and your body. You and this sexy ass are safe with me.”

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Eddie Asks/ Donate to Me

[siawritez]

Sorry the request got deleted, but here it is as you requested,i hope that's what you are asking for..

"REKINDLE"

Tags:

g!p reader, exes to lovers, emotional reunion, soft smut, NSFW, gentle intimacy, soft dom reader, second chances, mutual pining,bathroom sex

The gala was everything you remembered high society to be — grand, indulgent, cold. The chandeliers glittered like stars overhead, crystal glasses clinked in the distance, and an orchestra played something so smooth it barely touched your senses.

You stood near the bar, half-bored, half-nervous, adjusting the cuffs of your deep blue suit. It fit you like a second skin — tailored to your leaner, taller frame. Time had changed you; you'd grown into yourself over the past year. The brown hair that used to be neatly cropped was now longer, falling in messy layers with sharp, feathered bangs skimming your brows. A few pieces curled loosely over your forehead, giving you an easy, effortless cool. Your body was more toned too — the subtle ridges of abs visible when you shifted inside your open blazer, the slouch of your posture casual, confident.

But none of that mattered when you saw her.

Jennie.

The room faded into a blur when she walked in. She was a vision of deadly grace — her figure hugged by a black satin dress, the kind that dipped low on her back and clung high on her thighs, a thigh slit showing just enough to drive anyone crazy. Diamond earrings caught the light every time she moved her head slightly, her dark brown hair falling sleek and straight down her bare shoulders. Her makeup was soft, glowy — warm tones on her lids, a subtle shimmer on her cheeks, her full lips tinted rose.

She looked... ethereal. Untouchable.

And yet your chest ached — because once, she was yours.

Your fingers twitched by your side as you caught her laughing, surrounded by the city's elite. She hadn’t noticed you yet.

Not until fate, cruel and mischievous, decided to play a hand.

You turned to pick up your drink — a simple whiskey neat — just as Jennie, talking animatedly with a friend, backed into you, a glass of champagne tipping dangerously from her hand.

In slow motion, the cold, sticky liquid splashed against your chest, soaking the white dress shirt underneath your suit jacket.

"Shit," you cursed under your breath, the chill biting into your skin.

"Oh my god—!" Jennie gasped, spinning around. Her wide eyes locked with yours — hazel pools swirling with instant recognition and a thousand unspoken things. Her lips parted, stunned. "Y/N...?"

You swallowed, heart in your throat. "Hey, Jen."

The nickname slipped out before you could stop it. You both froze for a moment — the weight of a year crashing down like a wave between you.

"I—I’m so sorry!" she blurted, cheeks flushing. Her small hands hovered uselessly at your chest, unsure whether to help or back away. "Let me—let me fix it, please."

You should’ve brushed it off. You should’ve made an excuse and walked away. But somehow, when Jennie grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the nearest bathroom, you let her.

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Inside the luxurious restroom — all marble and gold — it was just the two of you. She locked the door behind her without a second thought.

"Take your jacket off," she said, voice soft but firm.

You obeyed wordlessly, shrugging the blazer off your broad shoulders. She bit her lip as she saw the soaked shirt clinging to your torso, the outline of your abs visible through the sheer fabric.

"Shirt too," she murmured, a little breathlessly.

You hesitated, watching her. The way her eyes darkened, flickered down your body and back up to your face. There was a tremble in her fingers when she reached out and started unbuttoning you herself.

"You've changed," she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

"So have you," you rasped back.

Her fingers brushed your skin as she peeled the wet shirt from you. You were burning inside, despite the cool air prickling against your exposed chest. Jennie’s hands ghosted along your ribcage, delicate and unsure. Like she couldn't believe you were real.

Once your shirt was gone, she grabbed a handful of paper towels, wetting them under the sink before returning to gently dab at your skin.

"I'm sorry," she said again, voice cracking slightly. "I didn't see you."

"It's fine." You cleared your throat. "Just a shirt."

But it wasn’t just a shirt. It was everything — the crash of your pasts, the reopening of wounds neither of you had healed.

Her hand froze against your stomach. Her lashes fluttered.

"You look good," she admitted, cheeks pinking deeper. Her gaze trailed the sharp lines of your abs, the V of your hips disappearing into your black slacks.

You reached out without thinking, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You look beautiful, Jennie."

Her breath hitched audibly.

There was a beat — a long, charged silence — before she leaned into your touch, her forehead pressing lightly against your chest.

"I missed you," she confessed, voice breaking, muffled against your skin.

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of it — the year of longing, of regrets, of sleepless nights.

"I missed you too," you whispered.

When you tilted her chin up, your mouth found hers in a kiss that was desperate and trembling and sweet — nothing like the fiery, reckless ones you used to share.

Jennie kissed you like she needed to remember you — her lips soft and seeking, her small body fitting so perfectly against yours.

You backed her against the marble counter, lifting her easily onto it, standing between her thighs. She whimpered into your mouth when your hands gripped her waist, fingers pressing into the silky fabric of her dress.

Your forehead rested against hers as you panted, your heart slamming painfully against your ribs.

"Are you sure?" you whispered, your voice low and hoarse.

Jennie nodded, her eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. "Please," she breathed out, wrapping her arms tighter around your neck. "I need you."

You kissed her again — slower, lingering — tasting the faint hint of champagne still on her lips. Your hands were tender but sure as they slid down her sides, bunching up the silky material of her black dress.

You pulled it up higher, exposing more of her smooth thighs, the damp lace of her panties catching your eye. You couldn't stop the soft groan that escaped you at the sight of her — legs parted slightly, flushed cheeks, lips kiss-swollen.

Jennie whimpered when your fingers brushed up the inside of her thigh, featherlight, teasing. She tilted her hips forward instinctively, seeking your touch.

"You're so soft," you murmured against the corner of her mouth, your fingers slipping under the thin lace, feeling the wet heat between her folds.

She gasped sharply, her forehead falling to your shoulder, her body trembling under your hand.

Your fingers moved slowly, gathering her slickness and stroking through her folds with reverence, teasing her swollen clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her thighs quivered around your hips.

"You're different," Jennie gasped, voice breaking. "Softer... better."

You smiled faintly against her hairline. "Learned a thing or two about love."

You pressed a slow kiss to the side of her neck, making her whimper and arch into you.

Her hands fumbled between your bodies, desperate, unbuckling your belt with shaky fingers. You helped her — your need almost painful — shoving your slacks and briefs down just enough to free yourself, your cock heavy, hard, leaking against your abs.

Jennie's breath hitched audibly when she felt you — the weight and heat of you, the slight tremble in your arms trying to hold back.

You lined yourself up against her entrance, your tip nudging at her soaked folds, dragging slowly through her slickness. Jennie let out a broken moan, her nails digging into your shoulders.

"Y/N—" she whimpered, "please..."

You kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips, whispering against her mouth, "I'm here. I’ve got you."

Slowly, carefully, you pushed into her, the tight heat of her walls stretching around you inch by inch. Jennie cried out softly, squeezing her eyes shut, her thighs trembling around you.

"Shh," you soothed, pressing your forehead to hers. "You're doing so good, baby."

Once you were buried to the hilt, you stayed still, letting her adjust, feeling her throb around you, her breathing ragged against your neck.

"God, you feel so good," you rasped out, voice wrecked.

"So do you," she whispered back, her voice barely holding together.

You moved slowly — deep, slow thrusts that made her gasp and cling to you, her body arching off the cool marble. Every glide in was deliberate, grinding against her just right, every pull out making her whine softly in protest.

Jennie’s sounds — soft, desperate whimpers — filled the small, echoing space, each one making you want to fall apart. Her hands gripped your messy brown hair, pulling you down to kiss her again and again, messy and wet, mouths dragging against each other.

You reached between you, your hand finding her clit, rubbing in tight, slow circles. Jennie cried out your name, muffled against your lips, her thighs squeezing around you.

"You're perfect," you whispered between kisses. "So fucking perfect."

Her body trembled harder, the wet squelch of your slow thrusts echoing obscenely off the bathroom walls. Her arousal coated you, making it easier to glide in and out, the friction dizzying.You felt her start to tighten around you, her moans growing higher, more frantic.

"Y/N—" she gasped, "I'm close—please—"

You didn’t speed up. You just kissed her deeper, letting your hand work her clit gently, coaxing her higher and higher with every deep grind of your hips.

"I love you," you whispered against her lips, raw and broken.

Jennie’s entire body seized, her orgasm crashing into her with a sob. She shook in your arms, clinging to you, her walls spasming around you so tight it nearly sent you over immediately.

"I love you too," she choked out, voice wrecked, as she rode her high.

You couldn’t hold back anymore — your hips stuttered, your release spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan. You held her tight, chest pressed flush against hers, forehead resting against hers as you both trembled through the aftershocks.

Neither of you moved for a long moment. You just stayed tangled up, breathing heavily, Jennie's hands stroking your hair softly.

There were tears in her eyes when you finally pulled back to look at her — not from sadness, but from something deeper. Relief. Love.

You kissed her again — slow, tender — before resting your forehead against hers once more, still inside her, still connected.

"I missed you," she whispered shakily.

"I missed you more," you whispered back, voice cracking.

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Revel could you please do starscream and skyfire sharing?? If you feel like it? They're my 2 favs and also my fav ship so I had to ask...

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Interludes Pt 9

Starscream x Reader, Skyfire x Reader

• Venting as he carries two glasses back to his table and his old friend smiles to make his spark hurt. Acting like the war, their fight, and the distance never happened. And Starscream wants to play along so bad it hurts. Pretend none of it happened. That they’re okay instead of not actually talking about all of it. “See anything tempting?” He asks, sliding a drink to the bigger mech as he sits and turns to watch the humans dancing and drinking, noisy and frenetic, but if his life span was so short, he’d want to live, too. Skyfire’s always adored organics, so this is the perfect peace offering, because he can’t make himself apologize. Doesn’t regret his choices, but he does regret losing his best friend.

• Embarrassed, Skyfire flicks his wings. Because this was Star’s idea and he doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. But sharing a human? His spark is wilting inside as he nervously scans the crowd. Doesn’t know how to explain that he’s not sure he can do this when Star seems so excited and he doesn’t want to argue. Wants things to go back to the way they were. Venting, he nods at a human sitting alone, not drinking. Not partying. You look lonely and that’s something he understands too well. And Starscream pushes up and stalks your way, wings flaring slightly when you look up in surprise. Mortified when Star points at him and you lean to look, and he wonders what the Seeker is saying. Watches you lift a hand to wave and he awkwardly waves back, anxiety spinning him tight as Star leads you over, a hand on your arm.

• Face flushing as you let yourself be led over to the big guy, you hadn’t really expected to get any attention since you’re trying to be good, playing designated driver for your bestie. Who’s been in a back room with a mech for an hour already. You’re allowed to have some fun, though and these two? Fliers if the wings are any indication and they’re interested in you? “Hi,” you say, startling when the one who’d introduced himself as Starscream lifts you by the waist and sets you in his buddy’s, Skyfire’s, lap. And the big guy’s optics widen slightly to make you think he’s shy and you warm, liking him already.

• Smirking when you reach for Skyfire’s hand and place it on your thigh, Starscream pulls his own chair closer and sits. Because Sky looks so flustered and he hears the bigger mech’s fans click on. How long has it been since Skyfire relaxed and had a good frag? Propping his chin on a fist as Skyfire nervously starts asking you about yourself, he tries to remember if he ever saw the other mech bring someone back to the berth. He had to have. “Your buddy said you’re celebrating the war being over,” you say and you reach back to cup Skyfire’s cheek. “That you wanted to get to know earth up close and personal.”

• Can he offline from sheer mortification? He’s almost certain he can as you shift in his lap, sliding up against his modesty plating, and you’re so warm and soft in his lap, his denta clenched, praying he doesn’t accidentally release his spike. “That’s right,” he manages weakly because Star is smiling indulgently. And you move against him, a slide of your hips so your back is pressed to his front and he is going to release his spike and embarrass himself. “Star?” Because the Seeker is stalking to the bar. Claiming a room token while your palm slides over the back of his hand on your hip.

• Fighting a laugh at the look on Sky’s face as you slide out of his lap and turn to tug at his hand, Starscream slides a servo over the room token. The bigger mech moving stiffly as he lets himself get pulled to a room and Star brushes up against your other side. Smiling lazily when you look up at him with a little grin. You’re for Sky, but maybe he’ll take a turn with you. Because he keeps hearing about humans from Skywarp and Thundercracker, his Trine mates regulars apparently. And you turn before he’s even got the door closed, stripping and reaching to cup Skyfire’s modesty plating, his friend making a strangled sound when his spike releases, venting raggedly.

• Smiling at the horrified look on the big guy’s face, these aliens so uncannily human in their expressions, and he obviously hasn’t wanted to do that. His optics widening when you slide your palm against his spine and brush up against him to make him stumble back. He is shy and you grin. Oh, you’re going to ruin this sweet, mech. “You want to lay back for me?” You ask, feeling sexy when he gets even louder, fans humming. “I promise I won’t bite.” And he nearly falls onto the bed, retreating before reluctantly stretching out and staring at you like he thinks you’re definitely going to bite him as you climb up between his thighs.

• You’re not going to- Groaning when you grip his spike and your head lowers, soft hair brushing the plating on his thighs before your tongue slides against the head of his spike and your mouth closes on him and his hips buck. And Star has a hand over his mouth, badly hiding a laugh as your mouth slides on him, tongue sliding against him and far too soon, your head lifts, spike popping free. “I think you’re a little too excited for much of that,” you tease, shifting to straddle him when he just wants to beg for the wet heat of your mouth on him. But then you slide yourself against him and slowly ease yourself down and this is better. He might offline, but you’re so slick and tight, taking him deep.

• Breath catching as you feel the burn of him stretching you, you’d heard the Cybertronians were big, but he’s huge. Rocking yourself, trying to relax when his hips lift and you’re taking all of him with a startled moan. And he’s babbling incoherent alien gibberish as his buddy laughs. Blowing out a breath, you roll your hips slowly. And his big hands wrap around your middle when you start to ride him, those servos caging you, so big they touch on both sides of you. Aware of him inside you in a way you’re not used to, feeling every ridge and bump as his biolights pulse for you and he’s so gentle despite being so huge. Only managing to bounce a handful of times on his spike, enough for your body to heat and coil, before he’s pulling you down, hips lifting and jerking under you as your knees leave the bedding and you have to splay your hands on him for balance as he overloads to fill you.

• Shuddering as his wings flick listening to Sky groan, Starscream’s reaching for you. Pulling you off of Sky’s spike and laying you down before freeing his own spike. Almost certain that was Sky’s first time as he buries himself inside you. Wanting to thank you, hips pumping as he cages you, mouth brushing your ear. “Can you take care of him all night?” He growls between thrusts and those pretty eyes find his optics as you hook your legs around him in answer. ‘Harder,’ you whisper and he’s happy to oblige. Driving you ruthlessly to that peak, hearing your needy, little sounds as you shatter and he chases after you, after his own overload. Catching Skyfire watching you both and he smiles lazily, because he’s got so much to teach his old friend and he’s sure you’re going to be all too happy to help.

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This Is apparently a thing on AliExpress. I don’t know why he’s a cat, but I’ve never clicked on something so fast in my life. CatWave has toe beans. TOE BEANS. Also, my ask box is now officially over 1000 deep

[i-dared-myself]

Filming with Us

Seonghwa x reader x San

In which you meet your partner arranged by Seonghwa before you should.

18+

Cw: Smut. Hate sex, blowjobs, degrading (of San and reader), crying during sex, impact play, dirty talk, overstimulation, no protection (DO NOT ATTEMPT), and no prep (DO NOT ATTEMPT)

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You step into the coffee shop, hearing the bell ring above your head as the door swings open. There’s a quiet chatter in the shop, and you take a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of what you’ve come to consider a comforting place.

You line up behind the one other person placing their order, looking around at the already served customers. It’s a group of faces that you see day after day, all part of your routine.

You step up to the counter when it’s your turn, smiling pleasantly. “Hi, I’d like a mocha, please.”

“Of course,” the worker answers cheerily, tapping on their screen. “Whipped cream?”

“Yes, please,” you reply, mind going to your evening plans. Seonghwa would be coming, bringing a friend to film content with.

You are slightly nervous about it, since you had never filmed before. Seonghwa hadn’t pressured you into it, merely mentioning that his friend was looking for a female sex worker, and you had volunteered.

You are secretly hoping Seonghwa would join. He still hasn’t fucked you yet, and it’s been, like, forever.

You absently pay for your drink before walking over to near the other counter, scrolling on your phone. You glance up when the bell rings again, signalling a new customer.

A man steps inside, with broad shoulders and dark eyes. He’s attractive enough that your mind immediately goes to how he could fold you in half.

Maybe you’ve been working too much lately.

His voice is low as he gives his order, and it’s just as your own is set down on the counter. You accept your drink with a thanks, wrapping your fingers around the cup. You turn on your heel to go to your usual seat by the window, bumping into something.

Or rather, someone.

The attractive man hisses as your hot drink spills over his chest, the lid apparently not screwed on correctly. You yelp as it gets over your hands, muttering apologies as you reach for napkins.

“Watch where you’re going!” he snaps, grabbing some of the napkins from you. He wipes his now-ruined shirt off, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry,” you say, watching as his wet, white shirt clings to his abs. His gorgeous abs.

“My eyes are up here.” His words make you whip your head up to look at his face. “This shirt was expensive.”

“Well it was an accident,” you respond, letting a hint of irritation show in your voice. Who does he think he is? “Grow up and buy a new shirt.”

That’s the wrong thing to say, because his eyes narrow and he takes a menacing step closer to you. 

“Watch where you’re going, next time.” He grabs your hand, pressing the used napkins into it. He pats your shoulder as he walks past you to pick up his coffee, muttering under his breath, “Careless bitch.”

“Excuse me?” you demand, eyebrows shooting up. “You’re the stupidly tall man in the- in the slutty shirt. I can see your tits.”

“I can see your tits,” he counters, gaze falling to your chest and your exposed cleavage. “And are you calling me a slut?”

“Maybe a am, you whore.” You ignore the scandalized gasp of an old woman, pushing for the win. 

He scoffs and turns away, exiting the shop. You take pleasure in knowing the coffee has turned cold and he’s going to smell like your mocha until he manages to shower. 

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It seems like a familiar routine to hear a knock on your door, and answer it to find Seonghwa on the other side. He smiles warmly at you, sighing softly.

“Hi,” he says, entering your home. He slips his shoes off and faces you again. “You look good today.”

“Thanks. You too.” And it’s not a lie. He’s wearing a set of black pants, with a light blue shirt. His hair is as neatly styled as ever, and you remind yourself that this is supposed to be professional.

“San should be here in a moment,” Seonghwa tells you, tucking some of your hair out of your face. “He parked a bit further down.”

“I’m here,” San, presumably, says from the doorway. You face him with a smile, your happy expression crumbling when you lay eyes on him.

“You,” you spit out furiously, crossing your arms.

“You,” he echoes, scowling at you.

Seonghwa glances between the two of you, obvious to your morning encounter. “You two know each other? Excellent. That clears up any greetings.”

“This slut,” you exclaim, “was an asshole to me.”

“Because you spilled your stupid mocha on me!” San lingers just outside your home, and your nosy neighbours are starting to peek their heads out.

You grab San’s arm and yank him inside, slamming the door shut. “Why the fuck did it have to be you?”

“You can back out if you want.” San sneers and lifts his chin. He kicks off his shoes and rolls his sleeves up, leaning down to stare into your eyes. “But I plan on fucking you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow. You’ll be cursing my name and begging for more, at the same time. You’ll hate yourself for wanting more of my thick cock.”

You swallow thickly, feeling the atmosphere change. “Seonghwa says you want to film us?”

“Yeah, which is why I’m here.” Seonghwa watches on in amusement. He opens a bag you hadn’t noticed, revealing a video camera. “Then I’ll give the footage to San, so he can upload it to his account. But if you don’t want to-“

“I want to,” you interrupt, glaring at San. “This little slut can’t hurt me. I bet his dick’s so small that I won’t even feel it.”

Something in San’s jaw ticks, and he glances over his shoulder to Seonghwa. “Colour system?”

“Of course,” Seonghwa calmly says. “Kinks are as listed in the form I gave you.”

“Great.” San returns his attention to you, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Get on your knees.”

“Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow at him, placing your hands on your hips. You can see Seonghwa fiddling with the camera out of the corner of your eye. “Fuck no. I’m not subbing.”

San throws his head back and laughs, shoulders shaking with amusement. “You think- you think you’re topping me?”

“Well I’m certainly not letting you-“ You’re cut off by San’s fingers looping through your hair, tight enough to hurt. He forces you to your knees, ignoring the curses that fall from your mouth. 

“That’s better.” San grins down at you. He drags your head closer so that your cheek is against his crotch. “Do you feel that?”

“No,” you answer instantly, struggling to escape his grip. But it starts to hurt your scalp, so you just let him hold you in place. “I can’t feel anything. I was right about your dick being small.”

Seonghwa lets out a snort, lips quirking. “I’ve seen it, darling. You’ll be taking that back soon.”

“I’m just not hard yet,” San softly says, using his free hand to hook his fingers past your lips. You bite him, and he swears and removes his fingers. “You bitch!”

“She consented to impact play,” Seonghwa chimes in quietly. His attention is still solely focused on the camera. “If she bit you, that’s unacceptable behaviour.”

San closes his eyes, relishing in the moment. “Thank you, Seonghwa. I’m going to enjoy this.” He swings a hand and slaps you across the face, hard enough that your head snaps to the side.

He’s still holding you by your hair, keeping you in a kneeling position. You stay like that for a moment, mind catching up to what he did.

“You fucking hit me!” you snarl, trying to bite him again. He yanks your hair to keep you away from him, smiling from ear to ear.

San ignores your incredulous cries and says, “Now I’m going to give you my cock, and if you dare to bite me, I’ll spank you until you bleed.”

You open your mouth obediently, watching as he undoes his belt. Seonghwa has the camera on now, observing the scene through the lens.

San isn’t nice about pushing his cock into your mouth. You choke at the suddenness, eyes watering as he hits the back of your throat. You fight your gag reflex down, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You still think it’s small?” San taunts, fisting your hair to make certain you can’t get away. He thrusts once, making a small sound of pleasure. “Well? Or is my cock filling your mouth so much that you can’t even talk?”

You whimper pathetically, gurgling around him as he continues his movements. He’s being rough, with no concern for you whatsoever. He’s using your mouth like a fleshlight, hitting the back of your throat with each roll of his hips.

You dig your fingers into the material of his pants to ground yourself, but don’t use your signal. You’re drooling around him, spit and tears dripping down to your chin.

“Aw, sweet thing.” San laughs, grunting as you run your tongue over the underside of his cock. “If this is too much, then how are you going to handle it when I’m buried in that wet cunt?”

You can take more. So to prove it, you take him further until your lips are wrapped around his base, and you can’t inhale at all. He wrenches you off of him and you gasp for air, coughing.

“I bet a slut like you just wants to be fucked on the floor,” San purrs to you as he pins your body to the floor with his own. You clutch at the material of his shirt, distantly noting it as a different one than the morning shirt. You’re still sucking air in as desperately as you can. 

You’re spreading your legs before you even know it, and he’s pressing himself to every part of you. His thick and heavy cock is resting between your legs, and your clothes are the only thing stopping him from entering you.

Especially when he begins to roll his hips in a tantalizing fashion right up to your core. San’s hand land on your thighs and he holds them even further apart, making room for his body. He moans, a filthy, lustful noise that makes you clench around nothing.

You try and reach to expose your pussy to him by pulling your panties to the side beneath your skirt, but he clicks his tongue and wrestles your arms above your head. His hands are no longer supporting his weight, causing him to push on you heavier with each fluid movement.

“Do you think you’re ready?” San whispers, rolling your shirt off over your head. He presses a kiss against one of your breasts before it turns into a bite.

You yelp and try to smack him, but your wrists are out of your control. They’re held up above your head in his tight grip. “Yes! I’m ready!”

“I want you to think carefully,” San darkly says. “Because I’m not prepping you with my fingers. I want this to hurt you and to make you cry. I want you to sob and beg me to stop, while your legs drag me closer because I fill you up so good.”

“Yes,” you breathlessly respond. “Yes, I’m ready. And I want that.”

“Fine then.” San releases your wrists and you rub them tenderly as he lifts your hips up to remove your skirt and underwear. You look at Seonghwa and the camera before San is tilting your chin to back to himself. “Eyes on me,” he orders as he pumps himself twice.

Then you’re throwing your head back as he plunges into you. It’s not all at once, since he seems to understand that that would tear you in half. Instead he slowly bullies his way inside until you’re wrapped snugly around him, your eyes hooded.

He bends down so that his mouth is covered by the camera’s view and he can murmur into your ear. “If it’s too much, say red. I’ll stop and record something else for my post.”

You buck your hips up, whimpering at how stretched out you feel. It’s just so much.

San takes that as a response and thrusts harshly into you. You squeeze your eyes shut, a tear slipping out. But it’s so good. If he stops, you think you would combust.

You hate him. You hate the scrunch in his brow as he tries not to cum. You hate the way he bites his lip at the overwhelming pleasure. 

And yet you still wrap your legs around him so that he can only grind into you. He rubs against your clit each time, and your eyes roll back.

“Ah-ah,” San scolds gently, pinching your face to direct your gaze up to him. His teeth are bared as he hisses with each breath. “Hng, you grip- grip me so good. So snug, and wet.”

San pulls out all the way before thrusting all the way to the hilt, knuckles turning white from where they’re planted on the ground. You turn your head to the side, drool pooling out of your mouth.

“As annoying as you are, you’re pretty like this. All fucked out of any fight. Maybe I should just keep you stuffed full of cock all the time,” San muses, circling your clit with his thumb. 

You spasm around him with your sudden orgasm, moaning loudly. Even as it’s coming out of your mouth you know it’s porn star quality enough for San’s account. 

You slump when your climax finishes, but San doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow. He speeds up, driving you to overstimulation.

You try to squirm away, but he grasps your hips with his hands and drags you back down onto his cock. He’s chasing his own orgasm now, ignoring your tears and ragged gasps.

“No more!” you beg, twisting your torso to attempt to get away. But you’re not even near saying red. You’re nowhere close to ending this.

San pulls out just in time to cum over your stomach, panting with sweat-slicked hair clinging to his face. He swallows, throat flexing before licking at his lips.

Seonghwa glides closer, reminding you of his presence. You had forgotten he was there. 

He falls to his knees next to you, eyes locked on yours as he licks at the mess San made. His tongue slides across your skin as he takes all of San’s spend into his mouth.

“You gonna swallow?” San asks in amusement from your kitchen, filling a glass with water.

Seonghwa pries your lips apart with two fingers before pressing his mouth to yours. San’s cum transfers to your mouth, followed by Seonghwa’s tongue as he pushes it into you. 

Seonghwa watches you until you swallow. He smiles softly, tilting his head. “How do you feel?”

“Fucked,” you rasp as an answer. He helps you sit up and you take the glass of water from San.

They make certain that you’re alright before Seonghwa brings you to your room and runs a bath. San puts out a fresh set of pyjamas for you, and you reluctantly decide that maybe he’s not the worst.

That night as you lay in your bed with a book in your lap and a half-full wineglass on your nightstand, you realize something.

“He didn’t even fuck me yet,” you say aloud before cursing Seonghwa’s name.

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[paci-papa]

You were so excited to go over to Papa's house. He was hosting a baby shower for a friend, and he wanted you to be there.

You had been dating and playing with Papa for a few months now, but it hadn't been serious. Just a few trips out to pizza or the zoo, followed by evenings of incredible little time in his nursery.

Despite a long term interest in AB/DL, you'd never been in a relationship like this before, and, so far, it was better than you had ever imagined it would be.

And today? Today was wonderful because your relationship with Papa was taking the next step. He wasn't just hanging out with you on a date or in the nursery. He was introducing you to his friends.

The party started out great. You were wearing your cutest outfit, and Papa's friends were all incredibly nice. They brought you drinks, complimented you on how cute you were, and talked about how lucky Papa was to have you in his life.

The only concerning thing was that none of Papa's friends appeared to be pregnant. Not wanting to be rude, you never questioned the issue, assuming that the parents-to-be must be adopting.

After a number of silly games, like seeing how fast people could drain a baby bottle (you one of course) and making a diaper out of toilet paper (somehow you were the model), it was time for presents.

One of Papa's prettier friends sat near the presents and patted the seat next to her.

"Sweetheart, would you mind sitting here and helping me open these presents?"

You smiled broadly at being given the honor and practically skipped to the seat.

You helped the woman--you never caught her name--open present after present. A parade of toys, bottles, and burp clothes passed through your hands as you dutifully showed them off for the interested crowd.

Then, the presents switched to clothes, and you started to become concerned. The woman had you display each onesie, jumper and set of shortalls for the crowd. But, despite each item of clothing being clearly designed for an infant, they all seemed perfectly sized to fit you.

Finally, only one box was left. It was small, but a nervous pit had formed in your stomach. What was going on? Why was everyone so focused on you? The look of confusion and concern on your face was adorable.

You watched as Papa picked up the last, small present himself, and got on one knee in front of you. For no reason you understood, a blush bloomed on your face.

"Baby, could you open this last present?" Papa asked softly.

Delicately, you reached for the box in his hand. A clamshell container, much like a jewelry box, but decorated in rainbows and unicorns. You opened up the box and looked inside. On a velvet padded cushion sat a beautiful adult-sized pacifier, in your favorite brand and style.

You looked up at Papa, confused.

"Little one," he began as you looked at him, "would you do me the greatest honor in the world and agree to be my full-time baby?"

The blush that covered your face and neck was overcome with tears of joy as you fell into Papa's arms.

"Yes, Papa, I will!" You answered as you clung to him.

Papa's friends broke into applause as Papa picked you up and carried you back into the nursery.

After a quick outfit change, the party continued. As you were passed around from one of Papa's friends to another in your diaper and toddler party dress, you smiled and giggled fully enjoying the party.

No, not just a party: A baby shower. Your baby shower.

You had never been happier.

[toonice113]

False god  ᥫ᭡  M.Barzal

Part two of three of my valentine's series

Part one: Paper rings - Q. Hughes

Part three: Lover - N.Hischier

Pairings: Mathew Barzal x fem!reader 

Genre: smut

Summary: your relationship has ever only existed for a few days at a time inside of the bedroom, that has never been a problem, but today? Today Mat has decided he doesn't want you to leave so soon.

Warnings: smut under the cut minors DO NOT INTERACT, p in v, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this, take care of yourselves), overstimulation, my first time writing smut

Word count: 1.6k

⋆˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚ Writing this note before i write the story to let yall know i have never written smut before so i apologize in advance. Update after writing it, this sucks i cringed at myself and im never writing smut again but oh well i had to at least try it once

When you had started this ‘relationship’ with Mat you knew it was not a conventional one. It began when you met in Italy at a family friend’s wedding you attended, Mat was there as a friend of the groom and things had escalated quickly, first with a drunken makeout session the night before the wedding and then with you two naked in bed after the wedding reception was over. One night became three and then you changed your flight back home to stay with him for a couple more days, days that were spent in between the sheets of his bed, hidden away in his hotel room instead of exploring the beautiful little town you were staying at.

Returning home you had expected the short escapade with Mat to dissolve and become nothing more than a memory, but flirty texts turned into facetime calls into Mat flying you to New York to see him, just like in Italy, your time was mainly spent naked under sheets savoring each other. It had been around a year now, and today you sat in his bed covered only by the white sheets while he stood by the window staring out to the city. “Why can’t you just change your flight?” He argued, his hair messy, his eyes not meeting yours 

“Because it’s my friend’s birthday and I would like to spend it with him” You said frowning, when you mentioned having to leave this afternoon while eating breakfast in bed you hadn’t expected Mat’s reaction to be this but as soon as you told him there was no way you were changing your flight to another day his mood soured

“Doesn’t he have other friends?” He scowled “Why does he need you to be there?” 

“He doesn’t need me to be there, I want to be there. You’re not listening to me right now” You fought back “Why do YOU need me to be here?” 

“Because I do” His response made you snort a laugh making him even more annoyed 

“Please, like there’s not other girls out there that could keep you entertained when I’m not around” He finally turns to look at you “People talk, I know what you get up to when I’m not here Mat” 

He walks towards you, his tall frame looming over you, he can’t help but think about how pretty you look down there and how much he wished your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock right now “Maybe I don’t want any of those other girls” he bends down and gives you a rough kiss, his hands tangling in your hair as he does “And maybe you should put that pretty mouth to work on something other than fighting me” 

Your hands slip through his exposed abs to the waistband of his sweatpants playing with it “‘M not the one fighting” You push the pants down before running one of your hands over the erection in his boxers looking up through your lashes at him “Because there’s no fight, I’m leaving later” not giving him a chance to say anything you finally relieve him of his underwear licking a stripe up his hard dick making him hiss and push you for more 

“Stop talking” He guides your lips to his tip and moans loudly when you put him in your mouth, using your hands to help you stroke what you can’t take “Yeah, just like that, look at you” You moan as a response to him pulling your hair “Bet birthday boy can’t give you this huh” One of his hands lets go of your hair, manhandling you until you’re on your fours, with the sheets no longer covering you his fingers slide down your pussy “So wet baby”

“Mat” You sigh out “Please, no teasing” 

“What do you want baby? Tell me” He teases brushing his fingers through your wet folds putting no pressure to alleviate your needs

“Your fingers, please” You plead, he pushes his cock back into your mouth and finally touches you the way he knows you like 

“Yeah? You wanna come on my fingers?” One of his fingers pushes inside of you making you moan, the vibrations feeling so good on his dick that he can’t help but moan with you “You’re doing so good pretty girl, just like that” he hums when you swirl your tongue around him pushing another finger inside of you and rubbing your clit with his thumb “You can take more than that though” His hand that is still tangled in your hair pushes your head down, you fight him pulling up “No, you can take it baby, I know you can take it” He can feel you pulsing on his fingers making him pick up his pace, your moans drowned by his dick in your mouth “Take it all and i’ll make you come” You shake your head as best as you can to tell him you can’t “No? Okay then” He pulls his fingers out of you making you whine at the loss of contact “You know what to do baby”

“You’re an asshole” You tell him coming up for air before taking him back in your mouth, Mat just chuckles knowing he’s about to get what he wants, relaxing your throat you do down, taking him deeper until you have taken him all 

“Oh yeah” Mat moans “See? I knew you could do it”  After making you come once with his fingers, Mat pushes you down until your back is on the mattress, he wipes your chin off and kisses you harshly before trailing a kiss down your chest until he’s by your hips kissing you there a couple times before his tongue finds your clit, alternating between sucking on it and kissing it

“Mmm Mat” You gasp, your hips pushing up but he holds them in place “Too much, can’t” 

He looks up at you, your hair messily sprung on his pillows, your cheeks flushed, your lips swollen “You taste too good, can’t stop baby, let me eat you out, please, you can take it, give me another one” Your nod is all he needs to go back to devouring you, using his fingers to help him and it doesn’t take long for your to release all over him, your overstimulation speeding up your orgasm

He comes back up with a smile on his face, his lips and chin glistering with your juices “God you’re too good” You tell him pulling him down into a kiss

“And we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet” He says reminding you of the erection that pokes at your stomach, he gives himself a few strokes before teasing your overstimulated pussy making you whine 

“I don’t think I can take another one” You tell him making his smile widen in cockiness, he knows you can come for him again, he’s tested you before 

“I need to remind you that I can give you a better time than whatever his name is can” His dick presses on your opening and even though you’re exhausted your body seems to disagree with you, your hips pushing up looking for more “Just one more and we can rest” 

The moan you let out when he burries himself deep into you has to be his new favorite sound, every time he’s with you he thinks there’s no way things can get better, but they do, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over how your body reacts to him, how your eyes roll back and your mouth parts, the sounds you make for him, and most importantly, the way your pussy feels so tight around his dick, his hands trail every curve of your body, taking his time especially with your tits as he pumps in and out, pinching your nipples before taking one in his mouth 

“Mat” You whine “‘M close, so close oh god” 

Mat moves to give your other nipple some attention never once interrupting the rhythm of his hips that clap against yours, you come not too long after, your legs curling around his middle, your orgasm triggers his and he finally releases your nipple to give you a kiss before sliding off of you making you hiss in discomfort as he does “Still wanna leave?” he asks laying next to you 

You scoff at him trying to get out of bed to go to the bathroom and clean yourself, but just sitting down is too much work, your body already beginning to ache not only from the three orgasms he gave you just now, but from the ones you shared last night as well, not wanting to show him how spent he’s left you you ignore your body moving to get up, but your legs tremble the second your feet touch the floor, and you know if you stand right now you’ll resemble baby bambi 

“What’s the matter baby, thinking about staying?” Mat laughs behind you getting up and putting his boxers on before walking into his bathroom leaving you sitting there staring at him in annoyance, he doesn’t take too long and when he comes back he has a warm towel in his hands, kneeling down in front of you and cleaning you, then picking you up bridal style and taking you with him to the bathroom sitting you in the toilet so you can pee 

“I’m still leaving” You point at him “Just maybe not tonight” You see his cocky smile thinking he’s won, and technically he has, but not for long because as soon as you’re back in bed, with clean underwear and one of his t-shirts covering you, you change your flight from this afternoon to tomorrow morning

[starkeyisthelastname]

pussy drunk rafe who has a gf but keeps seeing you behind her back !! on random nights he’ll show up all needy and desperate knowing no one will compare to you :(

and you will definitely tease him “my pussy better than that little girlfriend of yours?”

(Bratty Kook Reader who has been friends with Rafe for years. 💕😜)

The bright headlights of a car caught your attention as you laid in bed, room dark except for pink L.E.D lights. Your parents were on a cruise and OBX was too small for it to not be anyone you or your family didn’t know. You pulled back the blankets and walked towards the window to look out of. You immediately recognized the familiar truck and the tall figure stepping out of it.

“What do you want, Rafe?” You asked, opening the door to your friend as he stepped into the light of the porch. His handsome features came to view, now that he had buzzed his hair off his facial structure was brought out more. You had been friends with the infamous Cameron boy since you were both in elementary, it only growing to something less platonic the older you both got and craved sex. The only problem now was that he had a girlfriend.

“Is that even a question?” Rafe asks, stepping in the house, baby blues looking directly at you.

You placed hands on your hip, rolling your eyes as looked at him right back. You loved his dick, and didn’t want anyone else to have it. It bothered you the he was fucking someone else that wasn’t you, when you knew your pussy was gold compared to any other girl. He could put up that asshole front, but you could see the desperation behind his eyes.

“I don’t know why you don’t just break up with her.” You mumbled, flipping your hair to one side as you looked back at the gorgeous man pounding into you from behind. “We all know my pussy is better than your pathetic little girlfriend’s.” You bit back, knowing it got him riled up.

Rafe didn’t know exactly why he had gotten into a relationship with Sofia. Maybe it was because she was fairly new to the island and didn’t know his history. She was a sweet girl and the sex was good, but he always craved something more. You and him had a connection when it came to sex. Rough, nasty and hot. He could choke you with no problem and you could talk back still while loving every second of it of the abuse to your airway.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gritted out between clenched teeth, hating that you were right. His ringed hand found your throat, squeezing it tightly as he slammed his thick dick your hole. Your pussy the closest thing to magic there was.

You loved how rough he was with you. You could feel it in your soul that his dick was made for your cunt and no other. He stretched you out just right, knew how to hit your sweet spot every time, would leave you trembling at the end.

“Leave her Rafe, she doesn’t deserve this dick… I do.” You garbled out, breathless at your loss of oxygen.

He couldn’t get enough of you, knowing he couldn’t keep up this lie forever. As much as he wanted to deny it, he just couldn’t. He was completely obsessed with you and had been, knowing he would always run back to the best pussy a girl would ever had.

“You think so? You are fucking spoiled brat. Get everything handed to her and still need the best dick on the island.” Rafe mumbled out, abs tightening as he was about to cum all up inside the most perfect cunt. “You deserve it, princess. I swear you fucking do.”

[tiredcowboyy]

The treasures of my future

I cant stop thinking ab the idea of merlin one day post s5, where they all survived, becoming really secretive and protective of his room and not telling anyone at all whats inside. Not even gaius. He even gets a lock installed and whenever anybody asks he brushes it off with jokes like “its to stop arthur from finding me” or smth.

he also unrelatedly really hates any talk of destiny, going to war, and anytime morgana mentions her fear of her magic turning her merlin slightly freaks out.

That is until one day gaius manages to catch merlin off guard while hes rushing between the main room and his bedroom and walks in.

Only to see a whole bunch of stuff that hes never seen before.

Merlin freaks out, tries to play it off as some weird experiments and stuff hes been collecting but gaius can feel it, somethings different about these items, not wrong but not right. Not really magic either.

It takes 3 weeks of gaius pestering him before merlin breaks and explains to him that he IS A TIME TRAVELER. after the battle of camlan as we know it that lead to arthurs death, merlin did wait, he really did, but in the year 2020 when arthur didnt return for yet another global crisis, merlin broke and did spell upon spell until he figured out how throw himself back in time.

And holy shit did it work well. He managed to come back just at the perfect time to change everything that needed to be done to assure that everyone lives happily and safely, and when he realises hes done it, he decides to stay in this time. See his friends and family grow old as they should have. See arthur rule as he should have. Live the life he has been craving to go back to for centuries now.

Until a month in he realises how old everything is. Sure merlin can survive without his phone and stuff but theres a few things he really misses. Like his slippers, his potato peeler, his favourite hoodie, and especially his favourite tea flavours.

So once in a while he allowed himself to go back to the modern day and bring one thing back. He started with a scented candle, because candles exist in camelot and having one here shouldn’t mess up time right? Then moved onto a herbal tea that he knows if he traveled past the boarders he may be able to find similar ingredients.

Then he brings a new release of his favourite book series because he cant help it and realises small things like that dont change time.

And so thats what he’s been hiding away in his room, all of his modern day stuff. Ranging from trinkets hes collected over his life to his favourite scarf to his stuffed lion that he won at a fair in the 80s. He doesn’t go back often, only when his tea runs out or he really needs something, he tries to limit it he really does.

It takes gaius another 4 weeks to wrap his head around it all. Another 2 weeks after that to touch merlins stuffed lion thinking it may attack him at any moment.

He makes gaius promise to not tell a soul, offering him tea bags as payment. They have a nice system from then on, gaius would try a new flavour of tea everytime merlin returned, once in a while he would also bring a modern day snack (gaius yelled when he first tried salt and vinegar crisps).

A yell which led to leon finding out. And so a cycle began.

[b4bybunz]

“Tell Your Friends About This”

Toji Fushiguro X Reader

Content Warnings !!!

Extreme choking, lots of dirty talk, Dominant Male, Angry sex, breeding, marking, overstimulation, name calling (Toji: Asshole, piece of shit, bitch, dick),

A/n: I fw Toji heavy. He may be a broke gambling addict, but I’d let him hit :3 ALSO, PLEASE REPOST!

Enjoy My Hearts! <3

You were met with a doorbell as you were tidying up your house. “Toji must be here.” You thought and you were correct.

Your ex-husband stood at your door wearing his usual attire, a compression shirt and sweats with socks and slides. Something about it always turned you on, he looked more jacked than usual though. Maybe he stopped being a lazy bum and went back to the gym like he used to.

“You gonna let me in or are you just gonna stand there and ogle me?” His scarred lip curled up into a smirk.

You responded with an eye roll and stepped to the side to let him in.

“Are we doing the silent treatment today?” He questioned.

“No, I just didn’t want to answer your dumbass question. I’ll be handling a phone call in my room.” You shut the door behind him and walk to your room.

He couldn’t help but notice the way your hips swayed and the way those gray yoga pants hugged your curves. Granted if he was still married to you you wouldn’t be able to walk past him without him physically on your ass.

“He’s here.” You tell your best friend on the phone.

“So?” She raises an eyebrow.

“He looks good, so good that I feel like I might fuck him. No, I’m definitely fucking him.” You bite your acrylic nail.

“Do not.” She says.

“But he’s so fine.” You jump on your bed and giggle a little.

Mind you, Toji’s nosy ass is right outside of your door with his ear to it. That’s the main reason why you guys got divorced, his eavesdropping and your gossiping about his business.

“He’s just going to fuck his way back into your life.” She warns you.

“And I just might let him.” You let out another giggle and she sighs.

“I just wanna have sex one more time.” You say, quoting a TikTok sound.

“You do?” Toji asks which causes you to turn your head to the door.

The last thing you heard was your friend hanging up the FaceTime call and the door closing behind Toji. That’s how you landed here, folded up like a pretzel.

“I missed you.” You mewl out as he’s pounding you deep into the memory foam of your mattress.

“You didn’t miss me, you just missed this dick.” He grunts holding the back of your knees to your chest.

“I swear~” You pout.

“‘I swear’,” he mocks, “bullshit.” He huffed and began rocking his hips at a punishing pace. You two had been going at it for a good fifteen minutes that started off with “I love you”s and “I wish I’d never left”s, now Toji started to feel differently. The night you two separated he felt like you’d just betrayed him because he’d had enough of you telling everyone about his gambling addiction and how you have to be the breadwinner and that he didn’t do shit, which was the truth.

You could feel him getting rougher and you could barely take it. You could barely take it when he was being gentle. His dick was just too big, but it felt so good.

“Baby” you moan and put your hand on his abs trying to slow him down.

“Baby? Nah, fuck that.” He grunts before flipping you over in one swift motion.

“What happened to me being a bitch, huh?” He gave your ass a hard reddening smack making you arch.

“Toji, that’s in the past.” You try to reason with him.

“Fuck that.” He says before putting his thick cock back inside, not giving you the courtesy to let you take it inch by inch.

You gasp loudly as he thrusts in. His dick is so big that it feels like it’s in your lungs. You immediately grip the sheets as his hands hold your hips. Your ass ricochets off of his hips. Loud claps sound as your bodies smash together, along with the creak of your bed that’s been broken by him before.

“Toji!” You cry out reaching back and putting a hand to his abs again before he pins them against the small of your back with one hand, gripping your throat with the other.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your pussy dripping down your thighs. You were so turned on from seeing your ex-husband it was shameful.

“Talking all that shit, look at you now.” He chuckles. “I’m a piece of shit, right?”

“No.” You moan out.

“Stand on what you said like a grown woman.” He leans down and says in your ear.

“You’re so deep, I can’t breathe,” you moan out.

”Aw you can’t breathe, you can’t take it, it’s too much? Hm?” He laughs. “You want me to stop?”

“Mm mm.” You shake your head as if he could tell that you weren’t and it wasn’t just your head bobbing from the impact of his hips thrusting into you.

“Where’s all that mouth? I wanna hear you” He speeds up fucking you just to make it harder for you to speak. You felt like he was going to break you, and that turned you on even more.

“Don’t stop…please~” you croak out.

He nearly came when you added that ‘please’ especially in that sultry voice you used whenever you fucked. There was no getting rid of him after this.

“Come here.” He grunted before moving his hand from your throat and locking your head in his bicep.

You didn’t mind being headlocked, especially by him. His bicep encapsulates your throat and forces your head straight. You could feel his breath on your ear and hear all the dirty things he said to you clearly, although you seemed to be fucked dumb.

“I’m gonna cum, baby” Your pussy began to clench up.

“Don’t call me that, don’t switch up.” He said in your ear.

“Alright, bitch.” You said boldly.

“Again.” He ordered.

“You’re…such a dick.” You whimper.

“I know.” He moaned out.

You repeated profanities, calling him out of his name and in a way being degraded turned him on. You could tell by the whine in his voice.

“Cum on this dick, that’s what you want right?” He pounded into you harder, making your legs shake.

“I’m cumming!” Your toes curled as you whimpered.

You came hard, and so did Toji after a few strokes. His cum spurting deep inside of you as his weight rests on top of you still holding you in a headlock. All he could do was whisper curses into your ear. When you thought he was done he came more, filling you to the brim.

Your legs continued to twitch as his dick still filled your gummy walls. You couldn’t breathe without a moan escaping your mouth. Your hands scratched his forearm as you kissed the inside of it. That fuck changed your angry demeanor that you should’ve had when you seen him.

He pulled out and hugged your body laying on top of you.

“Make sure you tell your friends how I fucked my way back in your life.” He chuckled lowly in your ear, and you hid your face in the mattress in embarrassment.

The dick was too good to not fuck him again…and again…and again.

[pars-ley]

Title: I'm sorry, don't hate me

Pairing: Wooyoung (Ateez) x female reader

Summary: It's your last night in town and you are never coming back. You decide to make it count and spend it with the person you will miss the most, the only thing is…he doesn't know you're leaving.

Genre(s): Best friends to lovers / Idiots to lovers / Smut / Angst / Fluff 

Rating: Mature 18+ (NSFW) MDNI

Warnings: oral (male and female receiving) / edging / begging / grinding / Dom reader / Dom wooyoung / swallowed cum shot / fingering / nipping / nipple play / clit play / multiple orgasms / unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) / cum shot / hand job / dirty talk /

Word count: 5.3k

Banner: Me

Moodboard: @anyamaris amazing as always

Beta: @heechwe Lexi, you are an angel, always. 

Author notes: My first Ateez fic! Thank you to @anyamaris for supporting me and cheering me on to write Wooyoung and thank you to @shadowkoo for the helpful advice and support! This is for the @k-vanity event ‘Eau de fleur’

Your footsteps echo as they climb the stairs to his apartment, the only sound you can hear filling the entire block, bouncing off the cold, tiled walls.

The nerves you expected to be running rampant inside you were nonexistent, instead a strange calmness flows through you at the thought of finally confronting your feelings for your best friend.

Perhaps it's because you've finally got tired of hiding, or maybe it's simply because tonight is your last chance.

Tomorrow you leave, to start a new job in a new city. A new life on the other side of the country. There's one drawback, however…you haven't told him yet. How could you? How can you say goodbye to your closest friend and the boy you've loved for years? You'd been putting it off and now the time to leave was almost upon you, and before you did, you had to take your chance with him, hoping that your feelings are reciprocated.

And as you stand at his door, hope blossoms inside you that maybe just for tonight, he can finally be yours.

Your fist raps on the door, harsher than you intended and you wait, craning forward to listen in as the silence stretches on. You'd seen his light on from outside, so you know he's home. You knock again.

This time you hear loud footsteps rushing your way. But when the door pulls open, you are in no way prepared for the sight that greets you.

“Oh, hi,” he smiles shyly, cheeks turning pink instantly, “did we have plans? Did I forget?”

Your eyes rake down the length of his wet half-naked body and you can't help but stare at the water as it drips off his hair. Your eyes stay fixed to the droplets as they make their way down his chest and roll over his well-defined abs, until they reach the towel, held tightly around his waist, clinging to his cock beautifully. Your gaze hovers over the outline as your teeth dig painfully into your bottom lip, desperate to run your tongue along the length of him.

He says your name and it snaps your attention back up to his face in an instant.

“Yea?” You reply, scrambling to remember your previous train of thought.

“Did-did we have plans tonight?” He asks again, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh-no, we didn't. I just wanted to drop by, so I thought I'd take a chance that you were home.”

His mouth pops open slightly, surprise evident by the way his eyebrows shoot up.

“Is that ok? Or are you busy?” You wonder, as you look behind him into his apartment, praying that he doesn’t have company.

“No, no, I'm not busy. Sorry, come in.” He opens the door for you to pass, and as he closes it behind you, your core alights with a need so powerful it startles you.

“Did you have anything in mind for tonight?” he asks behind you.

Your teeth find anchorage in your bottom lip again as your mind races through the possibilities, images of the two of you in various positions, that have plagued your mind the entire walk here.

You spin to face him, “Actually, yes.”

He watches you expectantly, and you can't help but admire his impressive frame while he still holds the towel tight around him. With a fire deep in your belly, the urge to feel his skin beneath yours grows too much to bear. You walk towards him, leaving no more than an inch between you and watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.

He searches your eyes, flitting between them, with his full of unspoken questions.

Something in your peripherals catches your eye, looking down you see the obvious tent in his towel from his growing erection, your mouth pops open. When you meet his gaze again his cheeks are aflame and he's immediately stuttering an apology.

“I-I’m sorry, I-”

Reaching up, you stroke a fingertip lightly along his bottom lip, soft like a rose petal and it makes you shiver with anticipation. He grabs your wrist, gentle but firm, and holds your hand in place before you can withdraw. His pupils are blown wide with a heat staring back at you so ferocious it almost leaves you breathless.

“Please, don't do anything if you don't mean it.” He whispers, desperation seeping out of every word.

“I want you, Wooyoung. I have for a long time.”

You've barely finished the sentence before his lips capture yours in a passionate dance, exploring your mouth with precise movements that leave your knees weak. You hear the towel drop to the floor as both his hands cup your face, holding you so tenderly you want to stay in his embrace forever.

He breaks away first, breathing hard and eyes staring straight into yours. You let him in, allowing him to see all the emotions you've kept hidden and make yourself as vulnerable as you can.

“Are you sure?” He asks, forehead pressed against yours, “I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret it.”

Sadness pings in your chest. Tomorrow you would be leaving town without him, but as selfish as it is, you can't bring yourself to ruin this moment by telling him that yet.

“I could never regret being with you.” You respond, kissing him tenderly once again before slowly making a trail down his neck. The scent of his shower gel swirls around you, the woody note of amber and something else, something sweet that makes your mouth water. His damp skin sticks to your lips, and you can't help but run your tongue along to get a taste.

He takes a step back in surprise, bumping into the door, naked butt pressed against the wood and he whimpers. The sound has your core quivering with desire, needing to taste more of him, needing to hear more noises like that.

You drop to your knees, now face to face with his hard and very impressive erection. Your mouth watering at the sight, and you can't help but plunge yourself onto him, taking him as far as you can until your throat constricts around him.

He gasps and releases a loud, surprised moan as you curl your fingers around his length and begin to move them, matching the rhythm of your mouth. His hands comb into your hair, holding your head steady. When you look up at him, the sight makes your cunt clench. His face contorts with pleasure and his mouth hangs open as he watches your every move.

You place one hand on his thigh to steady yourself, and feel it tremble beneath your touch. The thought alone of how weak he is under you makes you impatient to feel him inside you, but you want to enjoy this, savour the moment and make it last.

You come off with a pop, before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock and watch it bounce as he hisses.

Grabbing him once more, you slowly bring him to your lips, staring up at him through your lashes, and circle his tip with your tongue. His hand slams back on the door, trying to grip onto the wooden panes, “oh, fuck.” He says through gritted teeth.

You spit on him, making him curse again under his breath, and use your hand to spread the lubrication down to the hilt before plunging yourself right back onto him.

When he hits the back of your throat you push him further, opening yourself up to him, the deep, guttural moan that escapes him has you clenching around nothing. When he's as far in as you can get him, you swallow, making yourself gag but worth it from the way his entire body jolts uncontrollably.

“Holy shit,” he cries out, fingers fisting in your hair again before gently pulling you off him and tilting your head back as he looks down at you.

“What's wrong?” You pout, attempting to lick the tip of him playfully and making him growl slightly. “Am I not making you feel good?”

“A little too good,” he smirks, “I've waited for this a long time, and I would like to be inside you longer than thirty seconds.”

This makes you laugh, as he takes your hands and helps you up off the ground, pulling you straight into his embrace.

“Besides,” he says, as leaves a trail of light kisses from the corner of your mouth, down to your cheek and along your jaw, “I think you're wearing too many clothes.”

He pushes your jacket off your shoulders until it hits the floor, joining his towel, and hooks a finger under your dress straps. His lips softly skate along your collarbone as he pulls them off your shoulders and tugs your dress down until that too pools around your feet.

He leans back to admire you, biting his lip at the sight of your matching red, lace underwear set you'd chosen for him, thinking of those afternoons spent in the field surrounded by red spider lilies.

“You're so fucking perfect.” He whispers, as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to him, slamming your lips onto his with a kiss that's full of ferocious hunger and years of pent up yearning.

Your feet start moving backwards with no idea to their destination but as long as he's touching you, you don't care where you end up.

His hands roam all over your body, his touch gentle yet desperate as you both move across his apartment. Your hands fist in his hair, pulling him even closer, needing to be completely wrapped around him.

Your foot catches on something and you stumble, Wooyoung grabs and spins you as you both drop to the ground, his body shields your fall and you both giggle.

“Are you ok?” you ask, composing yourself.

He nods, cupping the side of your face and stroking his thumb across your cheek, “better than ok.”

Unable to help yourself, you lean down to kiss him, feeling his fingertips skating lightly down your spine sending goosebumps cascading across your skin. He reaches your bra and undoes it in one swift movement, before yanking it off and throwing it across the room. Your nipples harden the moment the air hits them and you straighten up as he sits himself up to be face to face with your breasts. He sucks one of the firm buds into his mouth, the warmth of his lips and the way his tongue swirls expertly around them has your head collapsing back and releasing a moan so sinful it surprises you.

He moves over to the other breast, giving that one the same attention, making your toes curl when his teeth graze your delicate nub.

You grind your crotch against him, your clothed, aching cunt rubs perfectly against his cock and it makes him moan against your breasts, the vibration sending another thrill through you.

“Something tells me you're a very bad girl.” He whispers, grabbing your backside and aiding the movement of your hips.

The friction against your clit has the knot in your stomach pulling tight but it's not enough, you need him inside you.

“You have no idea.” You reply, pulling your underwear to the side and using your other hand to line him up to your entryway. He stills under you, fingers so tight on your rear they're bruising as you rub the tip of him against your slick.

“You want to be inside me?” You ask, hovering on your knees.

“You know I do.”

“Have you been good enough, Woo?” You ask, your tone dripping with sex. “Do you deserve it?”

He nods eagerly and you watch his chest move as his breathing fastens, his eyes transfixed on your dripping cunt, “yes…please.”

You bite your lip as you pretend to be mulling it over, “I'm not convinced you want me enough.”

He whimpers, hands squeezing the flesh of your hips and trying to ease you down onto him. “Please, I'll do anything, just please…fuck me.”

You reward him with a kiss, “good boy.” and sink down on him, enjoying the way he cries your name as you envelope him.

You give yourself a moment to adjust to his size, your pussy throbbing around him as he stretches you in the most delicious way. Both of you pant heavily as your lips meet in another passionate dance. When you start to move, circling your hips as you grind against him, his rock hard cock strokes against that sweet spot inside you making you cry out for more.

He matches your rhythm, thrusting up inside you while his lips explore your breasts. The pressure builds inside you, drawing you closer to the high you're chasing with desperate movements.

“You feel so good.” He whispers, eyes closed tight and teeth digging deep into his bottom lip. You pull it out with your thumb and suck it gently, making his eyes fly open.

“That's better,” you nod as you lick his plump pout.

His eyes don't move from your face as you rock your hips back and forward. “Yes, just like that, Woo.” You gasp, as the knot inside you pulls even tighter.

“Yea? You close, baby?” He asks breathlessly, veins in his neck bulging as he tries to hold back. Your movements grow sloppy as you near your climax but he continues to guide you through it.

“Yes, fuck…I'm gonna come.” You call out as the cord inside you finally snaps and you unravel around him. Your cunt contracts around him, pleasure making you see stars, as you cling to his back, keeping him as close as you can.

As the waves of ecstasy subside, your movements slow.

“I can't hold it much longer.” He gasps.

You pull off quickly and dive on him, sucking him into your mouth just as he too reaches his end, calling out your name as he releases rope upon rope of his orgasm inside you. Swallowing eagerly as he thrusts up into you, the noises coming from him are like nothing you could have imagined and when he's finished you collapse beside him. His arm winds around your waist as he tucks you into his side.

“That…”he says between pants, “was incredible.”

“I second that.” You add attempting to catch your breath.

“You…have no idea…how long…I've waited for that.” He says, looking both serious and hopeful.

“I think…I do. About as long…as I have.”

His mouth pulls into a huge grin, his perfect smile blinding you and rendering you speechless just like always. Until his fingers trail lightly along the skin of your stomach, leaving a burning path in their wake, a temporarily sated hunger rising from the depths again.

You turn on your side to face him, sliding a finger down his nose, “I hope you're not done yet.”

Arching a brow at the challenge in your tone, he responds, “Absolutely not,” He climbs above you, eyes darkening, “this time, it's your turn to beg me.”

Your stomach flips with anticipation as he grabs your thong and pulls it off, discarding it to the side. He pushes your legs apart, and positions himself on the floor between them. His lips graze your right knee, making a slow and deliberate pathway up your thigh, while his eyes stay fixed on yours and you dare not look away. His devilish sideways smirk makes him look like the predator with you the willing prey.

The silence of the room envelopes you, his teasing kisses the only sound and it smothers you, putting all your other senses on overdrive. The rapid pounding of your heart feels like it's vibrating through your entire being, as you wait for him to reach your core.

He licks the skin at the top of your thigh, making a trail right to your clit, flicking it with his tongue and making your body jolt.

He draws back, smirking, before licking a stripe from your entrance back up to your throbbing bud. Your hips thrust up on their own, desperate for more and he tuts.

“Ah, ah, behave and you'll get a reward but if you can't be good, you'll get punished. Do you understand?”

You nod eagerly, hands balled into fists at your side. Your body feels electric under him with excitement at seeing this complete other side to him you've never been privy to. And boy have you been missing out.

“I need words, baby.” He demands.

“Yes, I understand.” You reply, taking a breath to calm your impatience but the image of his face between your legs is almost too much.

“Good girl.” he purrs, spreading your lips open, so all of you is on display for him. He leans down slowly, eyes never wavering from yours and envelopes your clit with his lips. Sucking gently, he pulls the air right out of your lungs as you cry out. Pleasure shoots through you, lighting your nerves on fire and making your skin feel hot as you writhe under him.

You feel him circle your entrance with his fingertips, gathering your slick and spreading it before easing a finger inside you. Curling it upwards he touches that sensitive spot inside and beckons to it, over and over again. He releases your clit and instead, circles it with his tongue, driving you to the edge. Your fingers go into his hair, gripping it and pushing him harder against you. His teeth catch your swollen bud making you yelp but the thrill you feel in response surprises you.

“I told you that you would be punished if you can't be good, didn't I?” He says darkly, making your stomach quiver.

You nod quickly, “yes, I'm sorry.” You respond breathlessly, absolutely desperate to feel his mouth again.

“This is your last warning.”

“I'll be good, I promise.” You plead.

Seeming satisfied, his tongue returns to your clit and he slides a second finger into you, stretching you open and making your back arch. Your fingers grapple with the plush living room carpet in an attempt not to grab him again. But when he flutters his tongue against you can't help but thrust up against him. Ready for the fallout of your actions only to glance down at him when there are none. He continues his onslaught, caressing you with his mouth and tongue in a kiss so deep it chokes you. The cord in your stomach pulls tight as you feel your second orgasm approaching, toes curling and fingernails clinging to the floor but just as you're about to unravel he withdraws, leaving you gasping. Annoyed, you shoot your eyes to him only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“You weren't a good girl, baby,” he says, “only good girls get to come.”

You can't help but laugh. The excitement of him taking control like this has you wanting to know what lengths he would go to if you continued breaking the rules, but your impatience to climax has you eager to please him.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you look down at him innocently, “I'm sorry, Wooyo, I'll be good.”

The look of amusement in his eyes tells you he knows that's a lie but he gives in and closes his lips around your sex once again.

He picks up the pace of his simultaneous movements of tongue and fingers and faster than expected, and you feel your orgasm approaching again. Just as your toes start curling, he withdraws, coaxing a frustrated growl from you.

He chuckles darkly, flicking his tongue in your entryway.

“You want me to beg?” You whine, which only amuses him more.

“Yes, I do, actually,” he licks a slow deliberate stripe up your centre, making your back arch again and your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you attempt to hold in your moan. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.”

Your desperation for him overrides your pride and you play on the innocence, eyebrows knitted in anguish and batting your lashes, “Please Wooyoung, please can you make me come, I need you so bad.”

His answering smile tells you it's worked but you don't miss the heat in his eyes blowing his pupils wide and giving away his impatience too.

His mouth finds you once again, no more teasing, just focused, calculated movements he knows will get you there. The figure of eight movements he does with his tongue as he thrusts his finger up into you, has you pummelling towards your goal. Toes curling, fingers in his hair unable to control yourself as you feel that pressure low in your belly building more than ever before. He looks up at you, a recognisable need in his stare, “Come for me.” He commands and you're surprised as your body obeys and unravels for him. Your needy cunt clenching around his digits as he continues to beckon the spot inside of you and it makes you want to scream.

“Good girl, that's it, baby.” He encourages, as he helps you ride out your orgasm as each wave of pleasure dies down and the pressure inside you lifts, leaving you feeling nothing but relief.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls up your body to kiss you.

Tasting yourself on him, has that fire simmering inside you again and you wrap your legs around his waist as he hovers above you. You feel his erection in your entryway, and you use your feet to push against him and guide him in. He slides slowly into you, your pussy still throbbing from your climax as you adjust to his size.

When he bottoms out he pauses, leaning down to kiss you again before rocking his hips into you at a steady pace.

Your arousal coats him and the filthy sound of it fills the room.

“You feel so good, fuck.” He exclaims, looking down at you, “you're so beautiful, I'm so lucky.”

He strokes your cheek, the action bringing tears to your eyes but you rapidly blink them back before he notices.

Clinging to his back, wishing you could stay this way forever, your nails dig into his skin every time his cock hits that spot inside you.

He pauses and pulls out, leaving you whimpering for me, and chuckles as he stands, “sit up for me.” He says sweetly and pulls you up. “Bend over this.” He points to the arm of the sofa and you obey, leaning yourself across it.

You feel him at your entrance standing behind you as he lines himself up. He slides into you again and makes you moan, feeling him deeper inside you at this angle. His fingers come round the front of you, finding your clit instantly and massaging your arousal around your very sensitive bud.

His movements pick up speed as he desperately chases his own end.

“Do you think you can come again for me?” He asks pounding into you.

“Yes! Yes!” You respond, feeling your third orgasm approaching rapidly. His fingers on your clit moving so fast they're practically vibrating, as you grip onto one of the pillows and shove your face into it to contain your scream.

Your legs stiffen as the balloon of ecstasy expands inside you, growing with each moment, and just as the fullness gets too much, it pops. You come undone around him, your greedy cunt gripping him tightly with each spasm. His movements slow and his thrusts turn sloppy, until he suddenly pulls out of you and releases himself all over your back.

Collapsing against the sofa, your legs wobbly and unable to keep you upright, he rushes off telling you not to move, and when he returns he cleans you up with a warm washcloth.

At some point he has slipped back into his boxers and he pulls you up to stand, straight into his embrace.

“Stay the night?” He asks, almost seeming shy, a complete contrast to the man between your legs not thirty minutes ago.

Looking up at him and seeing the hope sparkling in his eyes, how could you refuse? And so you nod, letting him lead you into his bedroom where he covers you both with that blanket and pulls you to his side, arms wrapped around you and keeping you safe in his warm cocoon.

Your eyes close, even though you attempt to will them open, but to no avail. His fingers stroking your hair and his gentle kisses against your face soothe you and comfort you in a way you could never have expected. And all you think about is him and you slip into a dreamless sleep.

*

Where am I?

Your first thought as your eyes open and glance around the familiar room. Images from last night come hot and heavy in your mind, making your cheeks flush. Having crossed that boundary of your friendship, you feel strangely embarrassed, but when you glance over at him, still asleep next to you, all those worries melt away.

You sit up slowly and admire the way he smiles slightly in his sleep, reaching out you touch the indent on his cheek.

The bright morning light of the sunrise streams through the thin, cream curtains and when you check the time, you're surprised to see it's only five thirty. You'd awoken before you needed to but if you were planning on sneaking out it's better to go early, you had a very busy day and a long drive ahead of you.

Easing yourself out of the bed as quietly as you can, you head into the living room to collect your clothes, putting your underwear back on and pulling your dress on over the t-shirt of his you'd worn to sleep in. If you were honest, you wanted to keep it, to have something of his to remind you of this night.

Grabbing your jacket, you fish the sealed envelope out of your pocket and head back into the bedroom. Placing it on his bedside table, looking at his name you'd written so elegantly, it would not soften the blow of the words inside however. Remembering some of the lines you wrote your chest constricts so tight it hurts to breathe, as you think about that last line; I'm sorry, don't hate me.

You risk one last glance at him, so perfect as he lay there. Your throat swells and tears brim in your eyes, threatening to overflow.

The thought of staying crosses your mind, which you knew it would, but you take that as your cue to leave and quietly exit his apartment.

Salty trails run down your cheeks as you make your way down the stairs, heartbreak threatening to consume you.

Why did this choice have to be so hard?

You finally have the opportunity you've wanted for so long, you can start your dream job and have a fresh start in a new place, the only thing that would keep you here lies asleep in the bed you just left.

Leaving the apartment building to face the walk home, you welcome it; time alone to deal with your decisions and the impending fallout you can feel in your gut is coming.

Swiping hard at your tear stained cheeks, feeling frustrated and angry at yourself, your name echoing across the silent morning and stops you in your tracks. Every part of your body is frozen, as you wait to hear it again or if it's simply your imagination playing tricks on you.

Sure enough, it sounds again. Recognising Wooyoung's voice, your stomach plummets as you slowly turn towards the sound.

Swallowing at the sight of him shirtless and barefoot in just some grey sweatpants storming towards you, your feet feel glued to the spot. Apparently your fallout is happening sooner rather than later.

“What the fuck is this?” He asks, lifting your letter in his hands as he stops in front of you. “Are you kidding me, right now?”

His furrowed brow and furious eyes make you feel ashamed, as he stares at you, waiting for an answer. But when you open your mouth to speak, any words you have die in your throat. What can you even say?

“So what, last night meant…nothing to you?” He says, voice breaking at the end and that cuts you deep, knowing you're behind any kind of pain he feels.

“Last night meant everything to me, Wooyo.”

“How, if you're still leaving?” He swipes a hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at you. “You couldn't even tell me to my face, I get this…” he shoves it towards you and glares, his eyes sparkle with emotion he's barely holding in. “I thought we were friends. Best friends.” He pauses, staring at you, vulnerability written all across his face. “I-I love you.”

Your breath hitches in your chest as the world around you seems to stop moving.

You had always hoped he returned your feelings and in some moments felt sure he did but you never knew. You'd waited for this moment for so long, now it was here…

“Do I really mean that little to you?” the hurt that pulls his brows together makes you feel nauseous.

How could he ever think that?

You step towards him, reaching out to grab his arm, needing to feel close to him again and hating the distance between you, both physically and emotionally. “It's because you mean the most to me.” You admit. He doesn't retreat when you step towards him again, bodies almost touching as you look up at him. “I knew if we had this conversation, face to face, I wouldn't want to go anymore.” You reach up and cup his cheek, “don't you get it? You're the only person I would stay here for…”

His eyes soften as he searches yours, lips parted calling you to him but you resist.

“...but this is my dream job. I need to do this, can you understand that?”

He nods, sniffing and trying to compose his emotions. “I wish you'd have told me sooner.”

“I know and I'm so sorry sorry. I'm a coward.” you admit sheepishly.

“Not because of that, but I got offered a job in the same city you're moving to.”

Your heart hammers wildly in your chest, the prospect of being with him not one you had considered up till now. “What?”

“I turned it down, though.”

That crushes your hopes instantly, your heart deflating as he speaks.

“But I could contact them to see if they're still looking for someone.”

This rollercoaster of emotions is almost too much to bear, as your heart soars once more. “Really? You would move there?”

He slides a hand around your waist and pulls you against him, “To be with you, I would move anywhere.”

“Wooyo, I can't ask you to do that.”

“You're not, I'm offering.” he reaches up and tenderly strokes your cheek with his thumb, “I've only just got you, I can't lose you.”

Leaning on your tiptoes you press a soft kiss against his lips, which he eagerly reciprocates.

A heat starts low down inside you, simmering faintly and reminding you of the events last night. He pulls away but keeps you pressed firmly against him, “I'm going to go shower and change and then let me come with you to your new place and help you set up?”

Your chest tightens with a swell of emotion you are not prepared for but you welcome it. “You do realise it's a three hour drive?”

“I don't care, I just want to be with you.”

Burying yourself against his bare chest you agree. He lifts you gently and gives you a kiss full of love and promise.

“You know, I need to shower too and it would really save time to do it at yours,” You start, “besides, saving the planet and all…we should do our best to conserve water.”

His eyes darken and he smirks as he turns, carrying you back to his apartment, giggling as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Then we must do our best to help save the planet, baby.” he says, peppering kisses down your neck with a firm grip on your behind.

Your plans might have changed but the possibilities with him by your side are now endless.

[charliegyrth]

Fattening the Actor

Chad McDowell entered the gym and, of course, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared.

This was the Chad McDowell, star of the hugely successful (and critically lambasted) Captain Planet franchise, the gritty reboot of that 90s cartoon about a blue-skinned, eco-conscious superhero with rippling abs and bulging pecs.

Outside of the hilariously obvious homoeroticism, those movies were terrible. But Chad wasn’t. He was a great actor who was just too handsome to ever get cast in good roles. I grew up with him, so I’d seen him grow from a handsome-but-skinny theater nerd into one of the hottest actors in Hollywood. I was so proud of the guy.

About a year ago, he contacted me out of the blue to see if I could be his personal trainer. I hadn’t heard from him in years, but when he came into my office, it felt like no time had passed. Despite his perfect Hollywood body, he was still that same skinny theater nerd inside.

He talked a bit more energetically (flamboyantly, you could say) compared to how he acted on screen. We even flirted a little, though I had to keep things professional. He’d come to me as a new client, not an old friend.

The last Captain Planet sequel had flopped big time. (They’d added dinosaurs for some reason.) And Chad, who had always wanted to challenge himself as an actor, had signed on to star in an indie drama about an overweight bus driver who falls in love with an FBI agent on the hunt for a serial killer. It was a real stretch for him, and because the character was supposed to be schlubby and out-of-shape, he hired me to help him grow a beer belly in four months.

It was an intriguing request. I’d owned my own gym for three years, helped a ton of people with all sorts of goals, but I’d never helped someone gain fat before. I accepted, of course. How could I not?

And for three wonderful months, I watched Chad grow from a muscle-bound hunk into a chubby guy. I set up a diet plan, showed him all the exercise that would help him stay healthy without growing his muscles, and encouraged him to eat. A lot.

He was the most dedicated client I’d ever had. I loved the time we spent together, watching him push himself to shove bite after bite of fattening foods into his mouth. Throughout those months, the portions got bigger. So did his capacity. By the time I was done with him, he had a firm gut, the beginning of love handles, and an extremely soft ass. He’d overshot his goals by an extra 15 pounds, and he couldn’t be happier.

And now, three months later. He was back. The filming was over and he was ready to get back to his old body. I was excited to work with him again, but I felt weirdly sad that his belly would be gone. I know that sounds weird for a personal trainer to say, but we’d worked so hard to grow it.

I’d never say that out loud, though.

I was sitting in my office at the back of the gym, watching Chad stride through the staring crowd. Despite his extra poundage, he was still the hottest guy there. He smiled and responded to the comments that were thrown his way.

About halfway through the gym, he saw me looking at him through my office window. His smile brightened and he waved. He sped up to meet me, his belly bouncing with each excited step. Didn’t even knock. Just came right in.

“Xavier! I’ve missed you!” He wrapped me in a hug, his stomach squishing against me. For some reason, it felt less firm than I’d remembered.

“Glad to have you back,” I said. I tried hard to act professionally around him. I had to keep reminding myself that he was a client.

He sat across from me, wiping a lock of red hair away from his face.

We spent some time catching up. He told me that the film had gone really well. They were editing it right now and he couldn’t wait for me to see it.

“Perhaps there’s an Oscar in your future,” I joked. As teens, we were both movie nuts. I remembered how obsessed he’d been with the Oscars.

“I don’t know about that,” he said, “but I’m pretty sure I’ll get a reaction.”

That was an understatement. His fan base was mostly tween girls and gay men. Once they saw how he’d buried his perfect abs in fat, there would definitely be reactions.

An awkward silence stretched out between us. Well, not awkward. Kind of… flirtatious.

He broke the silence. “I’ve missed you.”

I smiled. “You’ve already said that. But thanks. Missed you, too.” Then I cleared my voice. Time to focus on the work ahead. “So I don’t know how soon your next acting gig will be, so just in case, I’ve set up a few alternative plans to get you back to your fighting weight. The shortest is three months, but it’ll be pretty intensive. I also have a four-month, five-month, and…”

“Wait,” he said. “There’s, uh, been a change of plans. I’ve gotten a few scripts for some other ‘normal guy’ roles, and they’re so much better than all that Captain Planet shit.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling my heart sink. “So you’re not planning to lose the weight?”

“Heck no!” He grabbed his belly and jiggled it. (Yeah. It was definitely softer than I’d thought.) “I’ve sort of grown to like it, actually.”

Me too, but I didn’t say that.

“Well, good for you. And thanks for coming in to tell me in person. As soon as you change your mind and decide to hire a trainer again, I’ll be here.”

“What? No. I still want you as my trainer,” he said. “I wanna… keep going.” He waited for the words to sink in.

“You want to keep getting fatter?”

He nodded.

“How much exactly?”

“I don’t know. I figured we’d play it by ear. Keep going until it feels like too much.”

I was speechless.

“I know this wasn’t what you were expecting. But… Will you still help me?”

“Yes,” I said immediately.

***

Three months later.

I waited in my living room. Chad should’ve been here ten minutes ago.

My phone buzz.

It was a text from Chad: “On my way. Decided to pick up donuts first.”

That made me smile. I loved the dedication.

Since we started meeting at my home instead of my office, he felt more comfortable to just go wild with his eating. This was our last meal together before he went off on his next project (a comedy about a fat guy who accidentally marries a European princess), so we might as well celebrate with a few extra donuts.

Of course, that was in addition to the other food I’d already laid out. I chose four different dishes, one from each of his favorite restaurants: lasagna from Lascari’s, Beijing beef from Dr. Wok’s, the enchilada platter from Senora Reina’s, and (for dessert) a red velvet cake from Roskoe’s Bakery. All the greatest hits.

Obviously, he wasn’t going to eat it all, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to celebrate the 52 pounds he’d gained through three months of dedicated overeating.

I heard his car park, so I rushed to meet him at the front door.

He grunted as he pushed himself out of the driver’s seat. He lumbered over. Thanks to our morning exercises, he had the energy and strength to move at a normal pace. Despite looking like a fat guy, he was still athletic underneath.

I let out a laugh when I saw his outfit. He was wearing the exact same shirt and shorts that he’d worn when he walked into my gym. (For nostalgia’s sake, I guess.) The shirt ended just above his belly button, its tightness accentuating the rolls of fat he’d grown on either side of his torso. The shorts were even more obscene. He couldn’t button them, so his fly was wide open, and the bottom hems forced his thigh fat to bulge out.

“Wow,” I said. “Um, where are the donuts?”

“Oh. Right.” He leaned through his open window, trying to reach the donut box. He couldn’t.

“It’s okay. I’ll get it.” I opened the passenger side and pulled out the box. Then I scoffed. “Empty?”

“Yup,” he said. “Add it to the spreadsheet.”

We kept a spreadsheet of everything he ate during the day, and I was always shocked when I checked it in the morning. I thought my massive meals would’ve been enough for him, but apparently not.

He waddled inside. He didn’t normally waddle, but I guess the shorts were making him.

I closed the door behind us and threw the donut box into the trash. “Um, you might wanna take off your shorts before we start.”

He froze. Then slowly, he turned to face me. “What did you just say?”

“I think you should take off those tight shorts.”

He stepped closer, his expression hungry. “It’s about freaking time, Xavier!” Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me.

I was too surprised to push him off. Besides, it was a great kiss. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wanted this more than anything. In a way, I’d wanted this since high school.

Then he pulled away.

“I, um, meant that the shorts would be too restrictive when you ate.”

“Oh,” he said.

God, why did I say that? He wanted me. I wanted him. And now I’d just blown it.

“I am so sorry,” he mumbled. “I thought… I mean, with our past, with the way you look at me when I eat… Maybe I should just go.”

He tried to push past me, but I stopped him. I placed my hand on his soft chest. “Don’t.”

He was my client first. That’s what I kept telling myself. But I hadn’t really treated him like a client in a long time.

I kissed him this time. I held onto his side rolls, pressed myself against him, and eliminated whatever professionalism was left between us.

Then I took his hand and guided him to the feast. I even pushed the chair in for him.

“You did this all for me?”

“Of course. And I don’t expect you to eat it all.”

“Oh, I will.”

“But let’s talk first. You’re still my client, and I don’t want to cross any boundaries that would, you know, jeopardize my business.”

He nodded.

“So I just want to make sure. All this weight you’ve gained, it’s because you want to look this way, right? You don’t feel pressured or…?”

“I’m doing this for me,” he said. “It’s what I’ve always wanted. I didn’t realize that until the first time I ate for you, but yeah. You’ve kind of awakened something in me.”

“Same, I guess,” I said. “But after today, our contract ends. You’ll go do your film and our work relationship ends. Okay?”

“So I won’t see you again?”

“Not as a client,” I said, letting the implication of my words hang in the air.

He smiled.

“But since this is your last meal with me as your official trainer, I expect you to do your best, got it?”

He immediately started eating.

***

One year later.

Chad stood in front of me while I helped him squeeze into his suit. He’d gotten fitted for it two weeks ago, so thankfully it was only a little tight.

I adjusted his collar and stepped back to get a better look.

“So?” he asked nervously.

“You’ve never looked more dashing.”

And I wasn’t lying. It’s hard to imagine a more athletic-looking obese person. His muscular frame was a solid base for the extra 100 pounds. Of course his belly oozed over his pants, but the suit framed his wide shoulders nicely. And his ass, which had really widened in the last 50 pounds, looked incredible in his slacks.

His long, red hair was gelled-up into a fashionably messy doo, and his round face was smiling.

“Move around,” I said. “Make sure you’re comfortable.”

He used that as an excuse to start dancing for me, swinging his hips and letting his hanging belly sway. He bit his lip seductively.

“Save it for the after-parties,” I told him.

“Depending on how the night turns out, I don’t know if I’ll be in the mood for dancing.”

He said that now, but win or lose, he was definitely going to celebrate. A year ago, he was an anonymous Hollywood hunk known for one of the worst franchises in history. Now he was an icon of body positivity and an Oscar-nominee.

After his role in that romcom (a modest hit), he moved in with me, grew a lot more, and scored the lead role in a Chris Farley biopic. Despite being a head taller than the late comedian, he had the same body type. (And the same manic energy on camera.) It was a real breakthrough for him, and the part he was born to play.

He stopped dancing and wrapped me in a hug. I always felt total comfort when his big arms were wrapped around me. Then he started to sway, as if we were slow dancing. “Back in high school, would you have ever thought that you’d be my plus-one to the Oscars?”

“Not in my wildest dreams,” I said. “And even if I had, I never would’ve imagined that you’d look so f*cking beautiful.”

He kissed me. “You know they don’t serve snacks at the ceremony. Can we get our limo to stop by McDonalds on the way over?”

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “As long as you promise not to spill anything on your suit.”

“I promise.”

Three hours later, when he thanked me in his acceptance speech, he had a huge ketchup stain on his shirt.

The End.

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