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starvrse · 23 days ago

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GIRL, SO CONFUSING

part one here !

pairing : kim minjeong (winter) x fem!reader

summary : a messy breakup. one unexpected visit. too many feelings left unsaid and one kiss that ruins the silence.

warnings : toxic relationship dynamics, sexual content, sorta kinda angst idk, g!p winter, baby trapping mention, etc.

unnecessary bs : like 9k words, lowkey lost brain power half way thru

your alarm goes off at 9:30.

too early, too bright, and way too loud for the kind of night you had.

you groan, slap at your phone until it shuts up, and flop back against your pillow with a dramatic sigh. your body aches, not physically, but like… emotionally. like your soul went through a breakup again last night.

your phone lights up in your hand.

2 missed calls

3 messages

you blink.

and then you really blink.

[6:12 a.m.] minjeong: are you awake

[6:25 a.m.] minjeong: i shouldn’t have said that shit

[6:49 a.m.] minjeong: can you pick up the phone for once

your stomach flips, you swipe up and open the call log.

missed call — minjeong (6:13 a.m.)

missed call — minjeong (6:49 a.m.)

your finger hovers over her name. again. always.

you don’t even know what she would’ve said. what you would’ve said.

last night, you felt strong. stubborn. like you could finally cut the cord. but now? in the daylight, in your messy room, with the ghost of her voice still haunting your ears? you’re not so sure.

you toss the phone face down on the bed like it might bite you.

a second later, you flip it back over.

typical.

you open her last message again. stare at it.

“can you pick up the phone for once”

you should text back something clever. petty. cold. instead you lie back and just… stare at the ceiling, heart hammering, throat dry. because part of you wants to call her back, and part of you wants to pretend she never reached out.

you reach for your charger, and the second you plug your phone in—it lights up again.

incoming call: minjeong.

your breath catches.

she’s calling you again.

what now? answer? decline? let it ring?

you stare at the screen, the ringtone keeps playing, so does your heartbeat, you don’t even remember making the decision. your thumb just moves and you answer her call.

“…hello?”

there’s silence, a breath. then—

“you answered,” minjeong says, like she wasn’t expecting you to, like she already played out the rejection in her head.

“yeah, well,” you mumble, shifting under the blanket, “you called three times. it’s either important or you lost the last two brain cells you had left.”

she snorts. it’s quiet, a little raspy—like she didn’t sleep either.

good.

“i didn’t lose anything,” she says. “i just… i wanted to talk to you. when you weren’t looking at me like you hated me.”

you go quiet and your jaw tightens. not because she’s wrong, but because she’s right.

you hated her last night, or you wanted to.

same thing.

“…you said some fucked up things,” you say finally, voice low.

“i know,” she says. no hesitation. “i was pissed. i was—jealous. seeing you with those guys made me want to put my head through a wall.”

“you don’t get to do that anymore, minjeong,” you say, harsher than you meant to. “you don’t get to act like you own me just because you got feelings.”

“i do own you,” she snaps back, and it’s instinctive, reckless, the kind of thing that would’ve made you melt six months ago.

you go still.

“minjeong—”

“i know,” she says again, softer this time. “i know. fuck. i didn’t mean it like that.”

you press a hand to your face. this is already going downhill and it’s been two minutes. “you can’t keep doing this,” you whisper. “you come back, you kiss me, you call me a whore, and now you’re—what? apologizing? again?”

she goes quiet, you can hear her breathing on the other end and it’s shaky.

“i don’t want you with anyone else,” she says finally. “i know i don’t deserve to say that. but i’m saying it anyway.”

your throat tightens, and for a second, you think you might cry. but instead you close your eyes and swallow it down. “…you don’t get to say that. not after everything. not when i’m just trying to move on.”

“so is that what last night was? moving on?” her voice sharpens. “you grinded on two guys, kissed me like you meant it, and walked away. is that what moving on looks like to you?”

you exhale. slow. trembling.

“i don’t know what it was,” you admit. “i was drunk. you were there. i’m tired. and you make everything worse.”

the line goes silent again. but this time, it’s different.

“are you gonna hang up?” she asks. you don’t answer right away, you wish you knew. the silence stretches between you both—tight, uncomfortable. and minjeong knows exactly what to do with it.

“…i haven’t slept.”

you roll your eyes, letting out a soft scoff. “that’s not my problem.”

“i know.” her voice drops, quieter now. “i just… i kept thinking about you. your face. your laugh. your lipstick on my mouth.” you squeeze your eyes shut, hand balling the blanket in your fist. “minjeong…”

“i miss you so bad it makes me feel sick,” she says, and her voice cracks like she did cry last night. maybe still is. “i swear i tried not to call. i told myself to leave you alone. but i couldn’t. i can’t.”

your throat tightens, but you keep your voice cold. “and what? now you want me to feel bad for you?”

“no,” she says quickly. “no, i just… want to be near you. just for a little while. i won’t touch you. i swear. i’ll sit on the floor if you want.”

you blink, stunned. “…what?”

“i’ll sit on the floor. or outside. or like—in your hallway. i just wanna see you.”

“you sound insane,” you whisper.

“i am insane,” she says, a miserable little laugh bubbling out. “you made me insane.”

you rub your forehead, torn between hanging up and melting into the mattress. “it’s like, ten in the morning, minjeong.”

“and?” she sounds so pitiful. “please, yn. just for an hour. i’ll leave after. i just—i just wanna see your face without you walking away this time.”

you bite your lip. god, she’s awful. manipulative. toxic. and it’s working. because you miss her too, and you hate that you do. “fine,” you whisper, heart pounding. “an hour.” you hear her exhale, shaky like relief punched her in the chest. “i’ll be there in ten.”

you hang up without saying anything, drop your phone on your chest, stare at the ceiling, and say a silent prayer that you won’t end up in tears by noon.

you won’t let her get to you, won’t let her crawl back in. not again.

probably.

ten minutes. that’s all it takes. you barely have time to brush your hair and throw on a hoodie before your phone buzzes again.

minjeong: i’m outside

you stare at the message, your stomach flips, and your hand twitches. you should ignore it. let her sit there. let her suffer a little. but instead, you’re already walking to the door. already unlocking it.

and there she is. hood up, hands in the pockets of her jacket, hair messy in the way that means she definitely didn’t sleep, and eyes locked on yours the second you open the door.

“hey,” she says, like this is casual. like this isn’t insane. like she didn’t call you a bitch and then beg to sit on your floor this morning.

you fold your arms across your chest. “you’ve got fifty-nine minutes.”

she smiles a little. not cocky. not smug. just soft. like she’s grateful to even be breathing your air. “that’s more than enough.”

you step aside and let her in, your eyes trailing after her as she walks in slow, like she’s scared she’ll scare you off. or maybe she’s just being dramatic. either way, it works.

she stops in the middle of your room. doesn’t sit. doesn’t touch anything.

“you look tired.” she says.

“wonder why.”

she hums, gives you a once-over that’s subtle but definitely not innocent. “you still look good though.”

“flattery’s not gonna work.” you warn, leaning against the wall. she turns, facing you fully now. “it’s not flattery. it’s the truth.”

you roll your eyes, but your face is already heating.

“i meant what i said on the phone,” she murmurs, voice softer now. “i was jealous. and stupid. i didn’t mean what i said, yn.”

“you said a lot of things,” you mutter.

“i know. and none of them were true.” she takes a step closer. “you’re not a whore. you’re not gross. i was just—i didn’t know how to handle seeing you with someone else. i panicked. i said what would hurt. i didn’t mean it.”

you look away. the sincerity in her voice is dangerous. it makes your throat tight again. “why does it always take you blowing up for you to realize how much you care?” you ask quietly.

minjeong’s eyes flicker. she steps closer. another inch. just enough that you can smell her shampoo. she tilts her head, voice dropping. “because i don’t know how to be calm about you.”

your breath catches.

“i tried,” she continues. “i tried ignoring it. pretending i didn’t still think about you every night. but then i saw you, and it was like—fuck. like everything snapped back. i couldn’t breathe.”

you bite your lip. “so now you’re here. what do you want?”

she smiles, slow and soft and dangerous. “to hold you. maybe kiss you. but only if you let me.”

you narrow your eyes. “you said you’d sit on the floor.”

she grins, sweet like sugar but her voice dips low. “baby, i’d kneel if it meant touching you again.”

your heart slams against your ribs. she’s not yelling, she’s not demanding, she’s not the minjeong from last night. but she’s still got that fire under her skin, barely contained. and it’s pulling you in again.

you hate her. you want her.

you don’t move. “fifty minutes left,” you say.

her smile turns smug, even as her tone stays soft. “more than enough.”

minjeong doesn’t move closer, yet. she knows better.

instead, she lets herself sink onto the edge of your bed like she’s scared it’ll disappear if she shifts too fast. like she’s still trying to play sweet. innocent.

you don’t move. arms crossed, sleeves swallowing your hands. “so?” you say, quiet, but firm. like you’re daring her to say the wrong thing.

“so,” she repeats, picking at a thread on your comforter, not looking at you. “are we gonna talk or are you gonna glare at me for the next fifty minutes?”

you roll your eyes, but you sit at the very corner of the bed anyway, still keeping a solid three feet between you.

“talk then.”

minjeong nods. doesn’t look at you yet. “…i keep thinking about the day we broke up,” she says suddenly, quiet. “the way you looked at me after i ripped your clothes, ruined your room… i’ve never seen you look at me like that.”

your throat tightens. “yeah. well. you were psycho that day.”

“i know,” she says, soft. “and it’s not an excuse, but… i think i was scared. like, really scared. you were so happy without me that week. so free. and i felt like i was fading out of your life.”

you scoff under your breath. “you made sure to burn the bridge, just in case, huh?”

she finally looks up, and fuck do you hate the way her eyes soften when they meet yours. “i thought if i could hurt you first, it’d make leaving easier.”

you look away.

the silence stretches. she lets it.

“…do you still hate me?” she asks after a moment.

“depends on the day.”

“and today?”

you glance at her.

she’s leaning slightly forward now, elbows on her knees, fingers laced. watching you with that careful, gentle look, like she’s trying not to scare you off.

“today i’m trying really hard not to let you win.”

her mouth twitches. not quite a smile. not yet.

“but you’re letting me stay.”

“you begged.”

“you answered.”

you shoot her a glare. she shrugs.

“i’m not trying to win, yn. i’m just… trying to be here. with you.”

“you say that now,” you mutter. “but give it a week and you’ll be in my dms with some other girl’s profile picture under your likes.”

her face drops just a little. a flicker of guilt, of shame.

“i’m not proud of that,” she says. “but i swear—i wasn’t trying to replace you. i was trying to forget you.”

your chest clenches. it’s way too quiet in the room. minjeong takes a slow breath. and then, finally, she scoots a little closer.

“i don’t want to forget you anymore.”

you stare at her, and you wish—wish—you didn’t want her to be saying all this. but you do. and she knows it.

“just one hug,” she murmurs. “i promise. then i’ll go.”

you hesitate, your arms stay crossed but your body leans, just slightly.

her voice stays low, soft enough to break you. “please?”

god, you’re weak.

you sigh, uncross your arms, and finally let her pull you in. her arms wrap around you like she never let go in the first place. and for a second, you don’t hate it, you just breathe. and she holds on. you shouldn’t let her hold you this long, you shouldn’t let her hold you at all.

but you’re curled into her chest, hoodie bunched in her fists, and her cheek is pressed against your temple like she’s scared you’ll disappear again. then quietly, right next to your ear, she starts talking.

“i used to dream about this,” she murmurs, voice low, warm. “you coming back. letting me touch you again.”

you tense slightly, but her arms tighten around your waist, not enough to trap, just enough to stay.

“i’d wake up in the middle of the night thinking i heard you laughing in the kitchen,” she says. “i’d check my phone every morning hoping you’d text me.” you swallow, eyes closing.

“i know i was fucked up,” she whispers, breath brushing your skin. “i was angry. jealous. scared. but not once did i stop loving you. not even when i said the worst shit. not even when i pretended i hated you.”

her hand moves—slow, delicate—up and down your back.

“i didn’t want you with those guys last night because i knew they wouldn’t treat you like you deserve,” she murmurs. “they don’t know how to handle you.”

you shift, uncomfortable.

but her voice is soft. syrupy. sweet like poison.

“they don’t know how to love you right,” she says. “they’d fuck you and forget you. i could never do that. i’ve memorized you. i could find your heartbeat in a blackout.”

you shiver at her words.

she leans in closer, lips brushing your jaw now. “i love you, yn,” she breathes. “no one else comes close. no one ever will.”

your heart’s in your throat. your hands are still gripping the back of her hoodie like you’re afraid letting go will break the spell.

she pulls back just enough to look at you. “tell me you don’t want me and i’ll leave,” she says softly. “right now.”

you stare at her. you should say it. you could. but the words don’t come.

and she’s already smiling, so sure of herself. so smug in the gentlest way. “that’s what i thought.” she whispers. she leans in again, slower this time, like she knows you’re already gone.

you hate how quiet it is in the room, you hate how close she is, how warm her hands are, how soft her voice got the second she knew you were cracking, but mostly, you hate how much you missed her.

you look up at her, eyes locked, breath held, and for a second neither of you moves. you’re waiting for her to lean in, she’s waiting for you to break. and you do. just a little.

you press forward, lips brushing hers—so light you barely feel it.

not desperate. not messy. just soft.

like you’re remembering something, like you’re mourning it at the same time.

minjeong doesn’t move. doesn’t push it further. she just breathes, her fingers still resting on your waist, eyes fluttering shut for half a second before they open again.

you pull back. your face burns. your heart is thudding too loud. “that didn’t mean anything,” you mumble. she nods slowly, still watching you too closely. “okay,” she whispers. “then do it again.”

you scoff, push her shoulder, but you’re already looking away to hide the way your mouth wants to smile. she leans her forehead against yours. “you missed me,” she says quietly.

“shut up.” “you did.”

you don’t answer. you don’t have to. she’s already got you back in her arms and this time, you’re not pulling away.

you’re still close enough to hear her breathe. her arms are around you. your nose is nearly brushing hers. and that kiss—

you’re not even thinking straight anymore. just warmth, her voice in your ear, her eyes on your lips.

then your phone buzzes. loud. sharp. obnoxious. you both freeze.

the ringtone keeps going, echoing through the room like a slap. you lean back, blinking like you just woke up from something.

minjeong’s arms stay locked around your waist. “don’t answer,” she says quickly, voice low.

you glance at the screen.

ningie

you bite your lip, torn. “it’s ning.”

“i figured.” she exhales through her nose. “just call her back later.”

“she’s probably checking on me,” you murmur.

“you’re fine.”

you hesitate again, she’s looking at you like this is life or death. you know what she wants. but your thumb’s already sliding across the screen.

“hey,” you say, pressing the phone to your ear and standing up. minjeong’s arms drop away, her expression instantly shifting, lips pressed tight, jaw tense.

“bitch,” ningning says, not even hello, “are you alive? you said you were gonna update me and then you disappeared.”

“i’m okay,” you whisper, pacing a little away. “i just got… caught up.”

“caught up with who?”

you glance behind you. minjeong is sitting on the bed, arms crossed, jaw tense, glaring holes into the back of your phone. “…just someone,” you mumble.

“yn.”

you wince.

“if you’re with winter i swear to god—”

“ning,” you interrupt quickly, “please. don’t do this right now.”

“so i’m right??”

you don’t say anything.

“are you kidding? did you already forget she tried to fuck you outside the club last night?”

you sigh, tugging your sleeve over your hand. “we’re just talking.”

“uh huh. and what? kissing too, apparently?”

you don’t answer.

ningning groans. “you are so unserious. you are so—”

you hang up, and minjeong is glaring.

“really?”

you raise an eyebrow. “she was worried.”

“you let her ruin our moment,” she mutters.

“our moment?”

“we were being cuddly.”

“you looked sad. i was being nice.”

she narrows her eyes.

you just smile, walking back over and grabbing the hem of your hoodie. “you’ve got, like, thirty minutes left.”

she watches you pull it over your head like it’s a crime against humanity.

“you gonna be annoying the whole time?” you ask.

“you hugged me,” she grinned , smug now. “and you’re blushing.”

“you’re still on thin ice.”

“so we’re not fighting anymore?”

you pause, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “…we’re taking a break.” she grins at those words. “like a halftime?” you roll your eyes. “careful,” you mutter, walking past her toward the door, “you might make it to the second half.

minjeong doesn’t follow right away. you hear her shuffle behind you—feet dragging on the floor like she’s trying to buy herself a second longer in your space before the next thing happens. like she’s scared she’ll ruin it if she moves too fast again.

you head into the kitchen, flip the kettle on, mostly just to have something to do with your hands. your face is still warm. your lips still tingle.

you hear her footsteps before you feel her presence, quiet, cautious, and entirely too familiar. she stops at the edge of the kitchen, leaning against the wall like she’s testing the waters. “want me to make the tea?” she offers, a little too sweet.

you raise a brow. “you don’t know how.”

“i could learn.”

you shoot her a look. “this isn’t the time for bonding activities.”

she pouts—yes, pouts—and you look away before your mouth curls again. the silence creeps back in. it’s not awkward. just heavy. she speaks again, softer this time. “you didn’t ask me to leave.”

you glance up from your mug. “i was waiting for you to offer.” you reply. she smiles. “never gonna happen.” you shake your head, but you don’t argue.

you pour the hot water into two mugs. hand her one without a word. she takes it like it’s a peace offering.

minjeong stares into her mug for a beat. then, quieter: “you know, if it were me… and someone treated you like i did last night… i wouldn’t let them back in.”

your throat tightens. “it’s not you.”

she looks up.

you meet her eyes. “you’re the one i let back in.”

her mouth parts, just a little. like she wasn’t expecting that. like she doesn’t deserve it. (which, arguably, she doesn’t.)

“thank you,” she says, voice small. you take a sip of your tea, half to avoid responding, you’re already in too deep. she steps closer again. slow. slow enough for you to say stop.

you don’t.

you sigh and nod toward the stool across from you. “sit before you fall over.” she smirks. “yes, ma’am.”

“don’t start.”

“yes, ma’am,” she repeats, even softer, gaze sparkling. you give her a glare that holds absolutely no weight, and she knows it. you hate that she knows it. you sip again. she mirrors you. there’s a small pause.

then she breaks the silence.

“what did you tell ningning?”

you blink. minjeong’s tone isn’t mean. but it’s not neutral, either. you tilt your head, watching her carefully. “why?”

“just wondering.” she shrugs. “she hates me. i’m assuming you didn’t say i was here because you missed me.” you hum. “i told her we were talking.” she looks at you. just looks. but there’s something under it. something ugly. possessive. flickering in the dark behind her eyes.

“…and?”

“and nothing.”

“you didn’t say anything else?”

you set your mug down, lips tightening. “what are you getting at?”

“nothing,” she says quickly, smiling too sharp. “just… wondering how honest you were being.”

you stare.

her jaw ticks.

you raise a brow.

“you’re literally in my house,” you say flatly. “you really want to pick a fight again?”

she looks away, sips her tea, and for once, miraculously she backs off. “…no,” she mutters. “i don’t.”

you both go quiet again.

until, a moment later, she leans forward, elbows on the counter, eyes all over your face. “you gonna let me stay after the hour’s up?” you pretend to think, and she pouts again. “ynnn,” she whines softly. “you’re not really kicking me out at eleven, right?”

“depends.”

“on?”

“how good you behave.”

her grin is immediate. smug. obnoxious. “you want me to be good?”

you glare.

“you want me to be so good?”

“you want to be back outside?”

minjeong laughs, soft and warm, and you try—really try—not to smile again. but you do. just a little.

the two of you are quiet for a while.

the movie plays in the background, something low and familiar, but neither of you are really watching. you’re curled into one corner of the couch, arms hugging your knees. minjeong’s on the other end, legs stretched out, hand resting somewhere near your ankle. you should move it. but you don’t.

her voice cuts through the quiet, soft and low. “i missed this.”

you barely turn your head. “what?”

“this. us. being here with you.”

your eyes drop to the edge of your blanket, fingers picking at the stitching. minjeong’s staring at the screen now, but it’s clear she’s not seeing any of it. “i used to think about this all the time,” she murmurs. “what it’d be like if i came back. if you let me in.”

you say nothing, and she lets the silence linger.

and almost like a whisper, “you miss everything when you lose it.” you say. it’s quiet, not bitter. just true.

her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t speak.

your eyes flick toward her. “it’s easy to miss something when it’s not yours anymore.”

“you’re not a thing.”

“you didn’t treat me like a person,” you respond. calm. even.

she swallows hard, and the silence comes back. thicker now. heavier.

and she shifts just slightly closer—carefully, like she knows she’s walking on broken glass. “…i’m trying,” she whispers. “i’m trying to be better.”

“good.” your voice is still soft, still unreadable. “you should.”

her hand moves inch by inch until it’s resting gently over your ankle again. not gripping, just touching.

“i don’t want to lose this again.”

you look at her, really look at her, and she’s not smug now. not grinning. not acting like she’s won. she’s just… there.

bare faced, bare voiced. honest.

you let out a slow breath, gaze falling to where her hand rests against your skin. “then don’t fuck it up,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. her nod is immediate—quiet, almost reverent. “i won’t.” and for once, just for a fleeting second, you let her believe it. you shift slightly, her hand still warm and steady over your ankle, like she’s afraid to let go.

your eyes stay fixed on the tv, tone low but clear. “we’re not getting back together.” her head snaps toward you. “what?” you glance over—not harsh, not distant, just steady. “this doesn’t mean everything’s okay,” you say. “you’re here because i let you in. not because i want to pretend like none of it happened.”

minjeong blinks, caught off guard. “i know,” she says quickly. “i didn’t mean—I’m not trying to rush you.”

“you don’t get to win me back with one hug and a movie,” you add, arms still wrapped around your knees. “it doesn’t work like that.”

she swallows. nods. “okay. yeah. i get it.”

“i’m still mad.”

“i know.”

“and hurt.”

her voice drops. “i know.”

you look at her again. “so don’t get comfortable.”

her gaze doesn’t waver. “i’m not.”

you raise an eyebrow.

“okay, maybe a little,” she mumbles, glancing around your living room like she’s letting herself remember the walls and corners she used to call hers. “but i know i don’t deserve to be.”

you hum, resting your chin on your knee.

another long silence.

and suddenly—

“you’re really not gonna let me kiss you again?” she asks, half a smile tugging at her lips.

“you’re really testing that thin ice,” you warn.

“just checking.”

you try to fight the smile tugging at your lips for what feels like the hundredth time today.

the time passes slower than it should, tension in the air thickening as the minutes drag on. you feel the weight of her presence, the way she watches you from the corner of your eye like she’s studying every movement.

it’s strange.

but then again, everything about this situation is strange. the way she’s so close without actually touching you, like she’s waiting for permission. like she’s waiting for you to break.

and maybe you’re already cracked.

you’re not sure when it happens. maybe it’s the way she says your name. or the quiet, unspoken thing between you two—the pull that’s always been there, even when you tried to ignore it.

one second, she’s leaning in, lips brushing the side of your cheek.

the next, she’s got you in her lap, your legs straddling her waist, her arms tight around you as she pulls you in for another kiss.

it’s not fast. not desperate.

just slow. careful. testing, like she’s making sure you’re not going to pull away. and when you don’t, when you let her deepen it, she gives a quiet exhale into your mouth.

her hands move—one cupping your jaw, the other trailing down your back, holding you there like she’s not sure you’ll stay.

your fingers tangle in her hair, tugging her closer. your heart races as the kiss deepens, slow and deliberate. her body shifts beneath you, hands sliding up your sides, pulling you even closer until there’s no space between you two.

you pull back for a second, breathing hard, eyes flicking to her lips “you’re dangerous,” you murmur, voice shaking.

“you like it,” she whispers back, her lips brushing yours again.

and you do. you hate how much you like it.

the tension snaps when she tilts her head, kissing you again, softer this time, gentler, like she’s cherishing it.

it feels familiar. the way she holds you. the way she makes you forget everything else.

her hands move to the back of your shirt, tugging it up just enough to feel the warmth of your skin, and then she pulls you even closer, like she’s trying to keep you there.

you can feel your pulse in your ears, in the way your chest presses against hers, in the way your hands shake just a little.

the world could fall apart right now and you wouldn’t care.

for a second, it’s just her and you. nothing else.

and you don’t think you want to let go.

the kiss is different this time. slower, softer, minjeong isn’t rushing, isn’t pressing you against the wall like she did outside the club, her hands tight and demanding. this time, she’s careful, like she’s trying to savor every second, every inch of you.

you can feel the difference. her grip is gentler, more deliberate, and there’s something tender in the way she pulls you closer, not forcing, but inviting. it’s like she’s trying to make up for every time she lost control, every time she pushed you away instead of pulling you in.

her hands stay on your back, but they move slowly, tracing the curve of your spine like she’s trying to memorize it, to make sure she doesn’t do anything wrong this time.

the kiss deepens, but it’s not frantic. there’s no desperation in it, just warmth, like the world outside this room doesn’t matter. her lips press softly against yours, a slow rhythm, a quiet kind of urgency. she’s still there, holding you, but it’s different.

it’s as if she’s letting you choose how this goes, as if she’s waiting for you to make the next move.

you tilt your head, leaning into the kiss more, fingers curling into the fabric of her hoodie. it feels familiar, but it’s not the same. this time, there’s no anger, no bitterness. there’s just… softness.

you pull back slightly, just enough to look at her, your breath shaky. “this isn’t like before.”

minjeong’s eyes are soft, her pupils dilated. she smiles faintly, brushing her thumb across your cheek like she’s trying to reassure you. “i know. i’m not trying to be that person anymore.”

you can hear the sincerity in her voice, the way it almost cracks, and it makes your chest tighten.

“then what are you trying to be?” you ask quietly, your fingers still tangled in her hair.

“just… here,” she whispers. “just with you. not rushing. not demanding. just… here.”

you don’t say anything, but you don’t pull away either. instead, you let your forehead rest against hers, just breathing for a moment, feeling the warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

this time, when her lips find yours again, it’s different. it’s not about proving anything. it’s just… simple. intimate. like she’s finally learned to let you breathe before she kisses you.

minjeong’s lips are still brushing against yours, soft and warm, when she murmurs against your mouth, “you missed this, didn’t you?”

you huff a quiet breath, trying to hide the way your fingers tighten in her hoodie. “you wish.”

but she just grins, the kind that makes your stomach flip. “mm,” she hums, her hands sliding slowly, deliberately, down your waist, over your hips, until they settle at the back of your thighs. “you missed my lips, baby.”

you open your mouth to deny it, but then her hands start to move—massaging gently, fingers pressing in just right. not too rough, not cocky like she’s trying to prove a point, but soft. tender. like she’s taking her time, like she’s got nowhere else to be but here, touching you like this.

your breath hitches.

she leans in again, kissing the corner of your mouth this time, slow. “missed the way i hold you.”

her thumbs trace slow circles into your skin, warm through the fabric of your shorts. your legs tighten around her a little and you swear she notices—her smile gets smug.

“you tryna act like you don’t love this,” she whispers, kissing the edge of your jaw, “but look at you.”

you tilt your head back slightly, not saying a word, just letting her keep talking because god—her voice this close, her hands this soft—it’s messing with you.

“you’re so easy for me,” she says low, one hand sliding up again to rest at your waist, the other still kneading at the back of your thigh. “said you wouldn’t let me kiss you again.”

“shut up,” you breathe, though it comes out way too soft to sound convincing.

“nah,” she grins, kissing your throat now. “not when you’re making that face.”

you tug her hoodie gently, trying to pull her closer even though you’re already practically pressed together.

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re obsessed with me,” she shoots back, grinning against your skin.

you don’t answer, but your hips shift, just barely, just enough—and her breath catches.

she pulls back a little, eyes locked on yours, and even with that teasing smile still on her lips, there’s something softer in her gaze now. something real.

“let me take care of you,” she says quietly. “just for a little while.”

you don’t nod. don’t say anything.

but you don’t get off her lap either.

so she kisses you again.

and this time, you kiss her back like you mean it.

minjeong’s lips are soft and warm, her hands cradling the back of your head like you’re something delicate. she pulls you closer, and you let her, heart racing as her mouth moves against yours. she tastes like mint and something sweet—familiar, addictive. you kiss her as if your pouring every unspoken word, every bottled up feeling, into it.

as the kiss deepens, minjeong lets out a soft, breathy groan, her lips parting just enough to let you in. your tongue brushes hers, slow and hungry, and you feel her shift beneath you—subtle at first, then unmistakable. her length presses against you, firm and growing, and her hands tighten on your waist, pulling you in like she needs you closer.

minjeong breaks the kiss, cheeks flushed, breath uneven.

“fuck,” she murmurs, half a laugh slipping out low and strained like she’s trying to keep it together.

her hands twitch on your hips as she shifts underneath you, hips tilting just slightly, like she’s searching for a way to breathe without pressing up too hard against you.

but it’s no use. she’s already hard. already aching. and you feel every bit of it.

her jaw clenches.

“you’re driving me crazy,” she mutters, like it’s your fault. like she didn’t pull you into her lap first.

she looks up at you, eyes blown wide, dark with something heavy.

“you feel that?” she whispers, voice low and frayed at the edges. you nod, barely, too aware of the way her length presses up against you—hot, insistent, impossible to ignore.

minjeong exhales, shaky, hands tightening just a little on your waist. “i can’t help it,” she says, almost like a confession. “not when you kiss me like that.”

minjeong’s hand slides from your waist to the back of your neck, firm and deliberate, pulling you flush against her.

you feel all of her now—every inch pressing into you—and it sends a wave of heat crawling up your spine.

she shifts her hips, slow and subtle, just enough to make you feel it. not demanding. just a promise.

“you’re so needy,” you tease, biting back a smile as you feel her grow even harder beneath you.

minjeong groans, her face burying itself into your neck as she moves her hips again, this time with purpose.

“shut up,” she mutters, voice rough.

minjeong’s movements grow more deliberate, each shift sending a wave of heat through you. you can feel the growing wetness between your thighs, your body reacting to her like it knows exactly what she wants. her neediness fuels your own, the pressure building as her hardness presses against you with each gentle roll of her hips.

“damn it,” minjeong mutters under her breath, and before you can even process it, she’s lifting you off her lap—fast, a little reckless.

you let out a soft gasp, feet barely hitting the floor before she’s pushing you back, back against the cushions.

your body lands with a quiet thud, the couch dipping beneath you.

she hovers for a second, just standing there, chest rising and falling—like she’s trying to decide if she wants to kiss you again or ruin you right there.

her eyes dark. jaw tense.

“you don’t get to look at me like that,” she says.

and then she moves, slow but sure, like she already knows you’re not going anywhere.

minjeong leans over you, shadowing your body, her gaze heavy—burning—as it drags across the sight of you laid out beneath her.

“look at you,” she murmurs, more to herself than to you, voice laced with something dark, something hungry.

her hands hover just above the hem of your shirt, fingers twitching like she’s holding herself back.

she hesitates.

“can i?” her voice interrupts the heavy breathing.

she lifts her eyes to yours, and for a moment, all the tension breaks into something tender. asking. waiting. her breath shallow. her hands still trembling with restraint.

you nod, breath catching when minjeong’s fingers graze your skin, lifting the hem of your shirt with a slowness that feels almost reverent. she peels the fabric away inch by inch, her eyes locked on yours the entire time—watching, checking, making sure.

when the shirt finally slips off, she tosses it aside without a second thought. then, still watching you, she shrugs off her hoodie. it falls behind her in a soft heap, leaving her in nothing but a nike sports bra, snug against her toned frame.

“can i take this off too?” she asks, voice low, husky—but softer than before. gentler.

she doesn’t wait long.

her fingers slide under your bra straps, dragging them down slowly, deliberately. her touch is light, almost careful. then she reaches behind you, unhooking the clasp in one smooth motion. the bra loosens, slips down your arms. and then you’re bare before her—soft, warm, trembling just a little.

minjeong doesn’t say anything. she just looks at you for a second too long, her jaw tight, her hands flexing where they rest on your waist like she’s trying not to ruin the moment by wanting too much all at once.

“holy fuck,” minjeong breathes, eyes going wide—stunned, reverent—as she takes you in. her hand lifts, slow and unsure, until her fingers are skimming across your collarbone, tracing the slope of it before drifting lower, ghosting over the curve of your chest. she swallows, hard.

“can i…” her voice falters. “can i take the rest off too?”

you don’t nod. instead, your fingers curl in the fabric of the couch, your body arching just slightly—subtle, wordless permission. minjeong sees it. understands.

she hesitates only a second longer before her hands drop to your waistband. and then, with one sharp pull, she drags everything down—shorts, panties—leaving you bare under the dim light.

“fuck,” she mutters, more to herself than you. “i missed this body so bad.”

her hands move on instinct, like they’ve done this a thousand times. like they never forgot. they glide over your hips, your thighs, thumbs brushing up the sensitive skin of your inner legs. you shudder, a soft sound slipping out. and then her hands are on your chest again—gentle, then not. her touch makes you moan, makes your breath stutter.

she smiles at the sound, like it means something. like it’s hers.

“god,” minjeong mutters, almost like she’s in disbelief. “look at these.”

her hands cup your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples before she presses your breasts together slightly, admiring the way they rise with your breath. then she leans in—slow, unhurried—and licks a single tight peak, her tongue warm against the sensitive skin.

you gasp, spine arching instinctively, your hands tightening in the couch cushions.

she doesn’t stop—her mouth wraps around you, lips closing as she sucks deeply, her tongue flicking just right. a soft cry escapes you before you can stop it, your body reacting faster than your thoughts.

minjeong hums against your skin, like she’s satisfied with the sound. like she wants more of it.

minjeong shifts, her mouth moving to your other nipple without missing a beat. she licks first, slow and deliberate before sucking softly, then harder, her hands kneading your chest with practiced ease. your breath catches, hips twitching, your nipples growing even tighter under her warm, wet tongue.

your moans spill out freely now, each sound dragging a low hum from her throat, like she’s savoring every reaction. her name slips out once—twice—half-formed, shaky.

and then, finally, she pulls away with a wet pop, your chest rising and falling in her absence.

she doesn’t stop, though—her mouth begins a slow descent, lips brushing kisses down your stomach, each one softer than the last but leaving heat in its place. you squirm beneath her, fingers weaving into her hair, the anticipation curling tight in your belly as she moves lower.

her kisses soften as she trails down your hips, each one slower, more intentional. her hands slide beneath your thighs, coaxing them apart with gentle pressure. you shiver when her lips meet your inner thigh, the touch feather-light, barely there—but enough to make you tremble.

she pauses, eyes flicking up to yours—dark, hungry, reverent—before she finally leans in and presses a kiss to your center, soft and lingering.

you gasp. your hips twitch instinctively, chasing more, but minjeong just smirks against you, wicked and calm. she doesn’t rush. instead, she kisses all around your pussy, her mouth teasing, her tongue tracing just close enough to make your breath hitch.

her hands grip your thighs tighter, spreading you open like a gift, her mouth moving slow and deliberate—every motion a promise. and still, she avoids your clit. just barely. just enough to drive you crazy.

“fuck, i missed this taste,” minjeong murmurs against your thigh, her breath warm, lips brushing your skin. her fingers part you slowly, reverently, and then—her tongue flattens against your folds, dragging up with a low groan like she’s savoring you.

“been craving you so badly…” she mutters, voice thick with hunger, before diving back in.

and when her mouth finally finds your clit—latching on, sucking gently—you cry out, loud and broken.

“fuck! min—”

your hands fly to her hair, gripping tight as her tongue moves faster, more desperate now. every flick, every pull of her lips around you sends shockwaves through your body—hot and fast and relentless. she moans against you like she’s starved. and it only makes everything burn hotter.

minjeong pulls back with a wet slurp, panting, lips shiny, chin slick.

“shit,” she breathes, wiping her face with the back of her hand, smearing your wetness across her cheek like she doesn’t even care. “i could eat this cunt forever.”

but then her eyes flick up—dark, blown out, desperate.

“but i need to be inside you, it’s been too long.”

she stands without breaking eye contact, fingers already hooking into her waistband. in one smooth motion, she shoves her sweats and boxers down, her cock springing free—hard, flushed, leaking.

she kicks them off carelessly, standing over you—bare, beautiful, and fucking starving.

you bite back a grin, lip caught between your teeth as you look up at her—tall, flushed, cock standing hard and heavy between her legs.

“fuck,” you murmur, voice thick with want. “you’re so big...”

you shift your hips, legs falling open just a little wider.

an invitation. a challenge. both.

minjeong’s cock twitches at your words, her smirk widening as she steps closer, eyes dark.

“damn it,” she breathes, voice rough. “i don’t have a condom.”

she pauses, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“but that’s okay, right?” she murmurs, leaning in, her lips brushing your cheek. “i’ll pull out.”

and then she’s back between your legs—settled, steady—dragging the thick head of her cock through your soaked folds, slow and teasing, like she has all the time in the world. like she doesn’t already feel like she’s about to lose it.

minjeong leans in, her voice low—dangerously soft.

“but honestly?” her cock nudges against your entrance, thick and heavy. “i wouldn’t mind putting a baby in you.”

your breath catches.

“might give you a reason to never leave me,” she adds, grinding into you just enough to make your legs tremble, her words sinking deeper than her hips ever could.

your moan slips out, high and breathless, as your back arches into her. the idea, raw and reckless makes your whole body burn.

“god, yes,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut. “minjeong…”

minjeong wraps her arms around your legs, lifting your hips just enough as she positions herself at your entrance. she pushes forward slowly, giving you time to adjust as she enters you.

she's large, much larger than anything you've ever taken before, and the slow stretch is almost unbearably pleasurable. her breath hitches as she leans over you, foreheads brushing, eyes locked.

“shit,” she murmurs, almost like a confession, “i missed this. missed feeling you around me.”

as she slides in deeper, minjeong lets out a low groan. her hips moving slowly as she fills you completely. she leans down to kiss your neck gently, her cock throbbing inside you with each slow thrust.

you feel everything—every slow, intentional shift of her body against yours. she moves deeper, the stretch making your breath catch, your fingers digging into her back. she keeps the pace unhurried, like she wants you to feel every second of it.

“you feel like heaven.” she whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice thick with awe. her breath is warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

her kisses trail lower, mouth finding the curve of your neck. she presses gentle, open-mouthed kisses there—sucking, nibbling, leaving faint bruises in her wake. she spots the light marks she left last night and her mouth quirks into a smirk against your skin, proud. possessive. like she wants the whole world to know you’re hers.

the couch shifts beneath you, soft creaks escaping with each motion as minjeong picks up her pace. her grip on your hips tightens, eyes locked on yours—dark, unwavering. there’s something urgent in the way she moves now, every thrust deeper, more certain, like she’s trying to prove something. like she’s chasing a feeling only you can give her.

your hands cling to her shoulders, breath stuttering as she presses even closer, bodies moving in sync. her name falls from your lips in a whisper, and she answers it with a deep and claiming kiss, like a promise she doesn’t dare say out loud.

you can feel it building—tight, dizzying in your chest, in the way your breath catches every time her hips meet yours. the couch creaks beneath you, but it’s the least of your concerns. your fingers curl into her shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to.

tears prick at the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from how overwhelming it feels. how good. how much. “minjeong—” her name spills out of you like a prayer, like a warning.

she leans down, her voice low, curling into the shell of your ear. “did you miss my cock?” she breathes. “missed this big dick stretching you wide open?”

her movements aren’t rushed, but there’s weight behind them. purpose. like she’s trying to prove something. and maybe she is.

you moan softly at her question, your breath shallow, as minjeong’s hand presses against your thigh, urging you to respond.

“use your words, baby,” she murmurs, her voice low and teasing.

you try to speak, but it comes out broken—caught between a gasp and a moan. “y-yeah,” you breathe, barely audible. “missed it. missed you.”

minjeong smiles, slow, dangerous. “there it is.”

her voice is low, rough around the edges, and you feel it more than you hear it.

your thighs tighten. your fingers dig into her back like you’re afraid she might vanish if you let go.

“you gonna cum for me?” she moves again this time deeper, sharper, and your head falls back, a sound you don’t recognize tearing from your throat.

it’s too much.

but you don’t want her to stop.

your breath stutters—

“fu–fuck,” you whisper, voice cracking, body going taut beneath her.

“i’m gonna—” you can’t even finish. the words get lost somewhere between your tongue and the burn building in your core.

minjeong doesn’t stop. she doesn’t slow. she finds that spot—the spot—and hits it again, again, again.

your back arches.

“right there—god, right there,” you cry out, voice breaking as your fingers clutch at her shoulders like lifelines.

“take it,” she mutters, low and wrecked. “take all of it.”

and you do.

you come undone with her name on your lips, body trembling as she keeps moving through it, pulling the pleasure out of you until there’s nothing left but the sound of your heartbeat and her breath in your ear.

but minjeong doesn’t slow down.

doesn’t loosen her grip.

your pleas melt into the air—ignored—as her arms wrap tighter around your waist, anchoring you in place while her hips keep driving into yours, unrelenting.

“m-minjeong, wait—” your voice cracks. “please, it’s too—”

she leans in close, breath hot against your ear.

“just a little longer,” she murmurs, low and steady. “let jeongie have you a bit more, yeah?”

and she doesn’t stop.

not until her hips stutter, her breath catches, and she presses in deep—so deep—as the heat of her release spreads between you.

and still, she holds you like she never wants to let go.

you’re gasping, hips jerking, thighs trembling—but she just pulls you closer, arms locked tight around your waist. “min—,” you breathe out, voice shaky, raw. “too much—”

“shh,” she murmurs against your neck. “just a little more. let me feel you.”

your body’s already aching, overly sensitive, and she’s still grinding into you, slow but deep, like she doesn’t want to let go. and then her hand slips between your legs—fingers finding your clit, rubbing in soft, practiced circles.

you cry out, legs kicking as your body clenches around her.

“that’s it,” she whispers, lips brushing your ear while she releases her heavy load into you. “still so good for me.”

your mind blanks. your body burns. and when the next wave crashes over you, all you can do is hold on.

and after what feels like forever, minjeong finally eases out of you with a low, satisfied sigh, resting her semi-soft dick on your stomach. she watches with a smirk as more of her load drips from her tip, painting your belly white.

you shiver at the loss, breath still shaky as your body tries to come down from the high.

her thick, creamy seed spills out of your now red, puffy pussy and onto your couch.

she watches the mess between your legs, her gaze warm, a little smug. “look at you,” she murmurs, brushing her fingers gently along your thigh. “you look so pretty like this.”

you don’t say anything. can’t, really. you’re still trying to catch your breath, body trembling beneath her touch.

she giggles cruelly, running her fingers through the cum on your stomach. "you know what's funny? you were so mean to me yesterday, and now you're taking my cum like a good little whore. maybe i should fuck you more often, just to remind you who's in charge."

you spit the words out through gritted teeth. “fuck you.”

your voice shakes—half with rage that you let her ruin you, half with the aftershocks still rolling through your body.

minjeong just laughs, her eyes gleaming, that wicked little smile stretching wider. “i love you too.” she mocks, low and sweet like poison.

in slow, deliberate motions—she drags two fingers through the mess on your stomach and brings them to your lips.

“open,” she says, soft and cruel

you don’t move.

not at first.

your eyes lock, your jaw clenched tight, and for a second—just a second—you think maybe she’ll back off.

but of course she doesn’t.

“c’mon, baby,” she coos, tilting her head, fingers brushing your bottom lip. “don’t act shy now.”

you glare at her, fire in your chest and humiliation burning under your skin.

but your mouth opens anyway.

she slips her fingers in, slow, letting them rest heavy on your tongue before pulling them back out with a wet pop.

“good girl,” she whispers, standing up and wiping her hand off on your discarded shirt like it means nothing.

like you mean nothing.

minjeong dresses slow, like she’s got all the time in the world—pulling her hoodie back over her head with steady hands, stepping into her pants without so much as a glance your way. she smooths her hair down, fresh and composed, while you’re still laid out, sticky and bare, skin marked by her.

“you should stay like that,” she says, eyes dragging over you as she grabs her phone and keys.

just before she leaves, she turns back. leans down. kisses you hard—rough and full of something that feels too much like ownership.

it’s over before you can even kiss her back.

“i’ll call you later tonight.” she murmurs, voice low, sharp with something possessive.

she straightens up, fixes her hair one last time, then turns for the door.

you stare at the ceiling, jaw tight, chest aching.

the door clicks shut.

and you’re still laying there, legs sore, lips swollen, throat dry.

“…fuck,” you mutter, fists curling in the fabric beneath you.

you shift on the couch, still gross, still aching in a way that feels more emotional than anything else. and it hits you all over again—she really just showed up, ruined your life for the third time, kissed you like she owned you, and walked out like she didn’t.

you sit up slowly, pull the blanket off the back of the couch, and wrap it around yourself like it’ll do anything to help.

it won’t.

your phone buzzes. you don’t even have to check the screen, you already know it’s her.

because she always wants the last word.

always needs to remind you that this isn’t over—never really is. that she can leave, yes, but only when she decides to. only when you finally start to believe you’re better off without her.

you flip the phone over.

a message.

minjeong: good tasting you again

minjeong: lol get it

minjeong: don’t forget what we are

no apology. no explanation. just that.

you stare at the words, heart still hammering in your chest, body aching in all the ways she wanted.

and then you set the phone down.

you don’t answer, don’t cry, and you don’t scream. you just sit there. quiet. because you know how this goes. she’ll be back, she always comes back.

and you—

you’ll always drown.

she’ll always pull you back down,

no matter how hard you try to save yourself.

longest smut i’ve ever written omds, anyways i hoped you guys noticed how winter never said a real apology to yn 😞don’t forget to like and subscribe for more BANGERS if u enjoyed this 🔥🔥🔥

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mandatory-ftmbreeder · 4 months ago

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Some people have been asking so here’s the story of how i had a threesome with myself (trans guy), my boyfriend (cis guy), and our new fwb who is a divorced single father of 3 (cis guy) tldr; i understand why this guy has 3 kids cuz i would also let him put a baby in me again and again.

FOR REFERENCE: Single father = D, my bf = P.

I was traveling all day on the 28th (had TWO flights to get back to where i live) and i didn’t get home till 1 am. But thankfully D was still up to meeting up with us despite the late hour and we got to his house at 2 am.

We walk up to his front door and I can see this man is watching freaking heroes of the storm gameplay on his tv, he opens the door and is wearing a onesie lmfao. We walk in, its a small but very cozy house with a large couch. I sit on the couch in the middle with D to my left and P to my right. We talk about random video game shit for a bit, glance thru his tv and put on a random anime episode. During this my bf is cuddled up to my side and I’m moving my leg closer to D till its pressed against his.

D gets up to get water and my bf whispers to me that I should put my hand on D’s lap when i get back. D returns, it takes me awhile, but I eventually do put my hand on D’s thigh. It doesn’t take long before he’s doing the same to me. We talk a bit more like this, starting to rub each other’s thighs, we change the tv to 21 jump street, laugh at the stupid shit in the beginning, and then my bf starts encouraging me to put my hand on his dick. Slowly, I start to rub where I think D’s dick is and eventually I find it and shit. He’s already fully hard.

I’m also rubbing my bf’s dick with my other hand while I do this. Both of them are rubbing higher and higher on my thighs and D is rubbing my cunt through my shorts. I tug at D’s onesie and he opens it up for me and this man is FULLY naked underneath it. I grab his dick and start jerking him off. Bf tells me to return the favor and yanks off my shorts and boxers.

D gets down between my legs and starts eating me out with a passion. Clit sucking, lapping at my hole, going crazy. My bf takes off his bottoms as well and we end up in this triangle where D is eating me out, I’m jerking off my bf, and my bf is sucking D’s cock.

We move to the bed and I lick/suck D’s dick for a bit (but i have a small mouth and my jaw gets tired very easily unfortunately). Thankfully my bf LOVES sucking cock so my bf tells me to ride D’s face while he sucks D’s dick. We do this for a bit before I move down and start to ride D.

and holy fuck. Hooooly. Fuck. The moment this older man’s dick is in me I can tell I am in for a good fucking time. It fills me up so fucking good, stretches me and goes in me deep without hurting me (I’ve taken a dick way too big before that DID hit too deep and hurt me.) and even though I’m riding D, he’s also very actively participating and fucking right back up into me. Shit. It felt so good. I end up also slobbering all over my bf’s dick while D fucks my brains out and I bounce on it like a mindless slut. From this point onwards my brain is a mess because that dick renders me incapable of proper thought.

We fuck like that for awhile before my legs get tired so I lay on my back, legs spread open wide by D. And then D gets out this amazing huge powerful wand vibrator and thats when I know I am REALLY, REALLY in for a good time. Getting fucked by this man while a vibrator on my clit is so FUCKING GOOD. While this is happening sometimes I’m jerking off my bf or sucking his dick, or D is sucking his dick.

D decides to give my bf a turn fucking me. Bf mating presses me while I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out and let D rub his cock all over my tongue and lips. I also suck on the tip and lick up and down it too. Moaning like a fucking bitch in heat. Doing this until my bf cums inside me.

Then we change positions again so I’m on my back, ass hanging off the side of the bed, while D stands up and fucks me. Back to using the vibrator again and this shit is fucking magical. And let me tell you all… D knows how to fuck. This man knows. how. to. fuck. He doesn’t hesitate to move me around however he wants, spreading my legs wide, folding me practically in half, yanking me closer to him so he can fuck me better. He puts his hand on my lower pubic area and pushes upwards so it pulls back the foreskin on my clit so i can feel the vibrator against it better AND HE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TO ASK IF I WANTED IT. HE JUST KNEW IT WOULD FEEL GOOD FOR ME. (Probably because I clench really hard when something feels really good but yknow lol)

At this point we have to take a short 5 min water break (neither D nor I have cum yet, bf did cum and is just chilling) and my hair is literally WET and matted with sweat.

D and I go back to fucking in the same position. I end up taking control of the vibrator while he keeps fucking me. Bf is whispering naughty shit to me, telling me how much of a slut I am, how much I very obviously enjoy this, while D says how fucking tight and good my hole feels. D ends up cumming inside me and a few seconds later I’m able to make myself cum with D’s cock still in my cunt and holy. fucking. shit.

I screamed so loud my bf thought I was giving BIRTH. Listen, when I cum, I’m usually a quiet guy. I rarely make any noise and if I do its usually a few quiet whimpers. But this time… I genuinely could not fucking control myself and I was screaming LOUD. I wasn’t playing it up, I wasn’t faking it, that shit was from the SOUL. My orgasm is so fucking overwhelming it lasts a solid 45 seconds and i’m nearly screaming the entire time and my legs are shaking so hard D has to hold me up. Towards the end of my orgasm D pulls out of me and I can feel a thick string of cum leak out and go right down my entire ass.

My bf and I were literally laughing at each other after I finished orgasming like “um holy shit what the HELL was that???” girl idfk either.

And afterwards I felt very at peace with myself and so deeply satisfied all I could do was laugh and be sleepy till we got home and fell asleep.

Thanks for reading my sexcapade. Hopefully I’ll have more in the future with D to tell about later.

#ftm nsft #ftm breeding #ftm switch #conceptionacception #we met up late cuz his ex wife was bringing his kids over early the next day and he has custody for the next two weeks lolllllll #my bf and i have dif strengths: he has a great mouth and i have a great hole

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twijaxx · 3 months ago

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Female Itoshi Rin x Female reader, Vampire Rin, She is lowkey kinda possesive? smut, occ Rin.

wc: 0,6k

The sun lightly peaked thru your window, you didn’t want to wake up just yet, but you decided to look at your phone to see what hour it was. 10:34 shit, that’s kinda late for you, so u decided to finally get up from your bed and do something productive since it was your day off.

“ahh… what i’m gonna eat for breakfast today?..”- you thought as where sitting on the toilet “i wanna eat some cereal” the thought suddenly popped out in your mind as you wipe yourself down there. (what the fuk am i writing) Blood, fuck you started your period, the worst six days every woman can go thru every month. You put on your pad (omfg i’m cringing so hard) and went to the kitchen for some pain killers.

As you walked in you saw your gorgeous girlfriend Rin, but something was off.. it was bright outside and she was just sitting on the couch like nothing happened?! “Rinnie it’s bright outside! what are you doing here?!! you’re gonna burn yourself” ahh you forgot to mention, Rin was a vampire so it really was confusing when you just saw her in the middle of the day in your living room, since half of the time she’s showing up when the sun comes down so she don’t hurt herself.

“Nahh it’s fine, it’s just.. a little warm..” “are you sure? i don’t want you to get hurt baby” -you said as you sat on Rin’s lap slowly kissing her face. Oh yea you came here to take painkillers and eat breakfast, so you stopped kissing her and stand up to do what you came here for, but she grabbed your waist and pulled u back on her lap.

“where do you think you’re going? you where so surprised that i’m here just a moment ago, and now you want to go somewhere?” What’s gotten into her? she usually don’t act like that only sometimes… Oh right, she probably know you are on your period by now. “Rinnie i just want to eat breakfast and take some painkillers, i started my period my stomach hurts..” - you said as you tried standing up again, she let you go this time. “that’s why you smell so.. ripe” What the fuck did she just said? “what…?” -she didn’t respond, so you just ignored that and started your day.

The day quickly ended, it was time for sleep now and you decided maybe Rin wanna cuddle together till you fall asleep?? that was almost an hour ago and now you’re just laying there while Rin is between your thighs eating you out like she didn’t ate for years!

You can’t remember how many times you came already.. four? five? You didn’t bother counting, it just felt so amazing, you were so sensitive because you were on your period ;3 You felt like the coil in your stomach is about to snap again!

“Rin ahh! i’m a-about to cum! mhhh!” You saw stars as you came on Rin’s tongue but she just kept licking between your folds! her nose bumping against your clit “Ri-nnie, no more!”

“You’re doing such a good job… my sweet girl can give me one more, right?”

You where too far gone to respond, just screaming out her name as she kept going and going. Good that you lived in the middle of nowhere cause you would already get noise complaints from the neighbors :3

You didn’t know when you came again but Rin slowly helped you come down from your high and you watched her pull away, her chin was covered in blood and your slick, was that a bad moment to say she looked heavenly? anyways, she just stood up without a word.

“Where are you going?…” She didn’t respond, but she came back seconds later with a wet rag and started cleaning you up, then she laid down beside you pulling you into her arms.

“I love you [name]… but you are aware that vampires are not able to feed off period blood right?”

“I love you too Rinnie… wait.. what?!”

tags: @isaisliterallyhim <3

Chat did i cook[flushed] lowkey it’s one of my first long “fics” but i guess its because its fem lock AND I FUCKING LOVE FEMLOCK and i love rin too the ending was kinda rushed cause i ran out of ideas THANKS FOR READING POOKS😝 oh and from everyone’s request… uh… i told yall… im lazy as fuck BE PATIENT

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock fic #blue lock fanfiction #itoshi rin #itoshi rin blue lock #Female itoshi rin #femlock #Vampire rin #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi x reader #blue lock smut #itoshi rin smut #bllk smut

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con-dientes · 7 months ago

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Shared Smoke pt. 1

(TW: 1nc3st, b1g br0 x l1l s1s, 🍃 1nt0x)

I kinda rushed thru this so lemme clear some things up: I haven’t written since 8th grade on wattpad so pls dont kill me, thanks. Idk when I’ll be updating bc I have a really busy month 😭

I loved my brother. No matter how much of a jerk he was, I loved him, so when I caught him digging through my drawer for money, it didn’t bother me much.

“Hey, kiddo, I was just… uh, looking for you!” my older brother lies. I look at him, unimpressed.

“You were looking for me in my drawer?” I ask, glancing at my scattered panties. He freezes, realizing the mess he made. “I thought I saw a spider in here. Just making sure it was gone,” he stammers, but his twitchy movements give him away. I notice his withdrawals kicking in.

“Look, sis, I’m sorry. I really need some cash. Got any I can borrow?” His voice is strained, and I know he has no intention of paying it back. “I don’t have cash, bro,” I reply. “Gave it to the needy.”

He groans, rubbing his temples. “Come on, lil’ sis, not even a few bucks?” His desperation is hard to ignore. “I…” I hesitate, and he notices. He steps closer, his tone softening. “Please, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I need your help.”

“I… I don’t have money, but…” I struggle to meet his eyes. His eyes light up, sensing a chance. “But what, sis?”

“I have some weed…” I finally say. “Weed? Shit, that’s perfect,” he says, relief washing over him. “You’re a lifesaver.” His hand trembles as he reaches out. “Can I have some? Please? I promise I won’t smoke it here—I’ll go outside or something. You won’t even know.”

“Smoke it here… with me.” My brother’s eyes widen, surprise quickly turning into a grin. “Are you serious?” he asks. “Not that I’m complaining, but… what brought this on?” We’ve always kept our habits separate. But if I’m offering now, who is he to refuse?

“Got a lighter, or should I grab mine?”

"I've got my stuff." I reply, bending over to look under my bed. He watches as I bend over to look under the bed, his eyes unconsciously trailing over my form. He shakes his head, trying to focus on the promise of getting high rather than his sibling's body. "Nice," he says, his voice a bit hoarse. "So, uh, where do you wanna to do this? Your room or mine?" He glances around, half-expecting our parents to burst in. Running a hand through his hair, he grins. “Never thought I’d see the day you’d want to smoke with me, sis. I’m kinda impressed.”

“We can do it in my bed…” I pull out my stash. “I… kinda need this high, too.” My brother’s eyebrows shoot up. “On your bed? Alright, cool,” he says, trying to sound casual. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching me. “You need a high too, huh? What’s going on?” he asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern. “Everything okay?” Despite his own desperate need for a fix, he can't help but worry about his sibling. He leans forward, studying my face.

"Let's..." I bite my bottom lip, avoiding his question as I roll the joint. "...get high." I press the joint to his lips, and he looks surprised but takes it, inhaling deeply as I light it. Smoke fills the air, and he exhales, his body relaxing. "Fuck, that's good." He passes the joint back, a lazy smirk on his face. "Your turn," he says, his voice rough. "Didn't know you had it in you, sis."

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, big brother,” I reply, taking a hit. His eyebrows shoot up, surprise and intrigue flickering across his face. He takes another drag, holding the smoke before exhaling slowly. “Is that right?” he says, his voice low. “Sounds like there’s a whole side to you I’ve never seen.” He watches me through half-lidded eyes, the smoke curling around my face. There’s something different about tonight, something that's making his skin tingle in a way that has nothing to do with the weed. “So, what other secrets you been keeping from me?” he asks with a smirk. He leans back on his elbows, his body evident even through his clothes. "Cause I gotta say, I'm kinda digging this new side of you."

"Things you probably don't need to know." I reply softly, beginning to get high. I smile lazily, biting my bottom lip once more. "Fuck~ that feels good~"

My brother’s eyes soften as he watches me take a hit, my words and actions igniting something primal within him. The weed is starting to kick in, making everything feel hazy and intense. "Oh yeah?" he says, his voice low and gravelly. "Maybe I wanna know those things, baby sis. Maybe I wanna know everything about you." He leans in closer, the scent of smoke and something uniquely me filling his senses. His lip quirks into a smirk as he notices me biting my bottom lip. "Feels good, huh?"

The tension in his body is melting away, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation. He can't help but notice how raw I look right now, all relaxed and flushed.

"You look fucking hot like this, you know that?" The words slip out before he can stop them, fueled by the weed and the strange, electric atmosphere between them.

I laugh softly, playfully pushing him. "Don't say shit you don't mean, man!" His eyes widen at my playful push, a grin spreading across his face. "Who says I don't mean it? You're fucking beautiful, sis."

"Promise you're not saying that just because I'm your little sister?" I ask, blowing smoke on his face. He inhales the smoke I blow into his face, feeling it tingle pleasantly in his lungs. He holds it for a moment, then exhales slowly.

The high is starting to really hit him now, making his thoughts hazy and disjointed.

"No, I'm not," he says, shaking his head vehemently. His hair falls messily over his face as he leans in closer. "I've never seen you as just my little sister..." I gasp softly, the weed making me feel like this wasn't a big deal. I look at him, unsure of how to react.

My brother’s heart races as I gasp softly, the weed making them both feel uninhibited and reckless. He can't believe he just confessed his true feelings like that, but the high has stripped away his usual caution. "What?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "You never thought about it before? About us?"

"I... think we're both high." I reply. "Don't kill it, don't kill the vibe."

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year ago

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Topic: Genshin impact.

au: Sagau.

idea: So what if you had the powers of every character you played as in every game you played and then get isekaid into genshin impact with imposter au. I imagine it goes smth like

Zhongli: “I will have order!”

reader, Who played Roblox as someone who lagged the game (explanation: I’m pretty sure ping is also how time works in games. If you can control the flow of ping you can control the flow of time in games.): “ZA WARUDO!”

Heyyy!! Thanks for waiting for the reply/response from my slow ass :0

So they did clarify what they meant/expand so imma just copy paste that here!

“k now I remember. So basically imma write it here since it’s easier: Basically you don’t have to (but you can) transform into the character that has those set of powers but if you do those powers are enhanced.”

Sun: Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, Light Imposter AU (as in, NOT Yandere/Dark), mild crossover elements bc Shapeshifter Shenanigans™️

Stars: bro idek

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, genshin typical mild violence, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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so fair warning,, ive never seen jojo bizarre, but i appreciate i come off well-read/watched? LMAO

so im just gonna kinda,, guess? like just cycle thru diff. random media, and im hoping both me and you reading this will have a fun time (as this is a little challenge, but i like it so ill give it a shot, dont kno if its a good one but- 😅)

so to set the scene, of how u got to this point, ykno of running like ur life (maybe?) depends on u running around different teyvat countries,

u thought it was weird everyone knew a little too much about you?? (ofc theyve heard u during gaming, they know u the same way we all know Markiplier, get it?)

then a bunch of NPCs/Vision users/Archons?? were REALLY invested in talking to you, which freaked u out even more

and by the time you saw Zhongli, yknow, just the oldest god in game, making a fast-walk towards you, ykno the retired god who didnt move an inch when an old water god attacked Liyue for a test, is now hurrying to you???

ur logically get so fucking scared sm shits abt to go down, u just start running

it isnt until ur reaching for a ledge and some webbing shoots out of ur arm (from a glitchy little spot on ur arm, where it could be coming out of ur skin, but sometimes its a blue and red bracelet)

it latched onto the nearest building, and thats how u find out u can grapple ur way, literally Spiderman style, out of the harbor

and bro, idk if it would be fun, or confusing and stressful, or maybe both?? to just find out u can use any video game power from any game youve played before as you go running from countries bc for some freaky reason they know too much abt you/are pursuing you-

dUDE- they had small statues of you in like every little section of their cities

u head to Mondstadt and as Venti comes screaming and flying at you (in excitement, but ur freaked), u go to hold a hand up and suddenly ur holding a heavy stone tablet that unleashes some holographic yellow chains that freeze him in place-?? why is this familiar-

oh my god u have the sheikah slate from Breath of the Wild,

and as ur booking it out of there, u manage to get ahold of a sword, and u know exactly how to use it to knock back favonius knights trying to stop you (they are concerned for their god who is just unleashing random powers on ppl, pls let Grandmaster Jean just talk to you Your Majesty-!!)

by the time you teleport ur way to Inazuma, (bc u still have this worlds access to ur player/traveler’s powers), ur trying to find a nice place to stay for a little bit

at least in that sweet spot of the Raiden not noticing/finding you, while things cool down on the main continent, before moving on,

and u get some tools to help fashion just a little shelter, bc u dont have any money/mora rn, and ur able to literally build a house???

a mailbox pops up and thanks you for renting with Tom Nook???? As in Animal Crossing-

and rlly if the BOTW/slate thing didnt clue u into video game powers, then this definitely would tbh lmao

right as u see Yae Miko circling ur house, with an armful of books? ..is she planning to thru them at you??, u get the hell out of dodge before her favorite god can follow along

(she knows ur prefrences in books and got authors/trends to start so youd have plenty to read, and she was making sure it was ur house before politely dropping them off! how was she to know thatd spook their favorite God, Ei?!)

u get to Sumeru and think ur safe, hiding in an abandoned forest watcher outpost (1 person treehouse rlly) when Nahida shows up in ur dreams,

and u just,

walk out of the dream, into reality, and possess a nearby ruin guard so u can sleep in peace, bc she cant access a robot,

that one baffled u as you re-possessed ur own body before realizing-

Five Nights at Freddy’s. 💀

U cant do that forever, so u try Fontaine, hoping Neuvillette/Furina wont rlly give af abt you, plus theyre the latest region, so maybe they have the least exposure to whatever the other archons didnt like abt you??

u get there and are immediately summoned to court, and right as the mekas show up to escort you, jfc they have a mecha army

(meanwhile, theyre thinking, yknow. high profile guest/our god of gods. ofc we need state of the art mekas to escort them, its only polite-)

meanwhile ur cape has now become wings, and a mask covers ur face as you glide and fly ur way over the city in an attempt to get to where u assume Snezhnaya is

it doesnt occur to you the game until ur running out of stamnia and catch ur reflection in the waters of fontaine, Sky: Children of the Light

u hope the Tsaritsa’s dislike for other gods/Celestia doesnt extend to ur otherworldly presence so ur just hoping for the best atp tbh

tbh youd forget what all powers you have, and the absolute chaos ur causing urself as u try to desperately rememeber what games youve played thru ur entire life is NOT helping to reduce confusion when u randomly wake up with elf ears (legend of zelda/botw) or get dragged into another ruin machine when u fall asleep/faint/do smth u guess mimics death lmao- (fnaf) 💀

…

(meanwhile the Tsaritsa does get wind ur coming this way, and just, makes the people have a parade/festival to celebrate you coming,

she did also have to get Pierro/Captaino to physically restrain some of them from going ahead to meet/escort you to the palace, she’d heard how the others scared u off, and was, ironically, hoping the warm welcome would clear things up)

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well that was, something. 😃🫠

sorry lil car, that was such a fun idea idk if i did it justice!! i thought itd be too op to include every media youve consumed ever, so i kept it to video games, (which, could u cheat the system if youve played smash bros??)

i hope it was at least a decent read, and sorry im half asleep so i was not v funny this time around, but, again, hope u got smth out of it 😭

</3

on another note, im having my wisdom teeth surgery this friday, send whatever u got my way, prayers, blessings, good vibes, ill take anything im nervous 🙃

have a good week guys!

Safe Travels Lil Car,

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esstrellaa123 · 2 months ago

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Js realized I can write whatever the fuck I want. I’m on my phone so don’t mind typos :> anyway. You’re deranged and you’re dating Simon. He’s retired.

“You have a knife.” Simon states, looking at you with a tilted head.

“I do.” You confirm, coming closer.

“Why?” He asks, easily taking it from you. You never really fought him.

“Dunno.” You answer, letting him pick you up. “Kiss?” You ask.

“Yeah.” He says breathily, placing soft kisses on your lips. However many you wanted.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

“No. No. Stop.” He chastises, noticing that look in your eyes.

“Please go away. My girlfriend is crazy.” He practically pleads with the girl trying to chat him up.

“No, no. She can talk to you allllll she wants. If you want her, just say that.” You grumble, gripping the pick that previously held your olive too tight.

“Don’t be like that. Cmon. You’ve had too much to drink.”

“I’ve barely had anything. Put me down!” You grumble, kicking your feet as you’re thrown over his shoulder.

It doesn’t stop him. It never does. But it also doesn’t stop the scary precision you have with throwing things as the olive pick finds itself wizzing just past that women’s eye as you smile.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

“Do you love me?” You ask Simon over call.

“Live for you dove.” He answers, pulling up to McDonald’s.

“I’m not in the mood for McDonald’s.” You answer.

He doesn’t question how you know he’s at McDonald’s, just pulls out of the drive-thru. “What do you want then?” He asks.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

“…. Uhm. Is she okay?” Gaz asks his first time meeting you.

“Perfectly content.” He says, not acknowledging you gnawing on his arm.

“…. Okay.” Gaz breathes out quietly. Let the weirdos be with the weirdos. He thinks to himself.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

“She doesn’t have to know.” Another girl states, trying to chat him up.

“Not a matter of that. She will know, she will kill you and make me watch, she will then kiss me goodnight. Please leave.”

The girl is gone before you come back from the bathroom.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

“I don’t like my face being licked.” He states blankly.

“Just love you.” You mutter with a pout.

“You have access. To my entire body. I just don’t want my face licked.” He says to you, now straddling his lap.

You rest your head in his neck, nodding solemnly. He thinks he might get some reprieve from your animalistic behavior, but he’s wrong. Because of course he is as you mark his neck.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

You breathe heavily, two broken plates on the floor as you stare daggers at Simon.

“You’re off your medicine.” He states calmly, hands up as he walks towards you, a bag in hand. Not too quick, but not hesitant either.

“I’m not off shit. All I asked for-”

“Is your candies. I know. I have them.” He says, shaking the bag as proof.

“….” It’s only fair you cry as you clean up the glass, apologizing to him for being so… well- fucking crazy when he’s only ever nice.

“I know. I know.” He comforts. “Cmere.” He beckons with a candy.

You cling to him the rest of the night. Biting him to calm yourself.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

“Are you sure she’s okay?” Gaz asks, his second time meeting you.

“Perfectly content.” Simon states once again, watching his strong girl beat the shit out of a punching bag because you ‘wanted to try it :>’

“…….. okay.” Gaz breathes out again, making a mental note to not get on your bad side.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

“I like your girlfriend.” Soap says with a smile, having bonded with you over explosives.

“Me too.” Ghost says, watching you tinker with one of Soap’s projects.

“She’s.. uhm. Really educated. How.. how uh, did that come to be?” Soap finally asks as you make his project work, clapping to yourself.

“Calls it: ✨hyper fixation✨.” Simon answers honestly.

“And… she’s okay mentally?” Soap asks, suddenly feeling wary for his friend.

“No.” He answers, completely smitten.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

“So… we’re all scared for him right?” Gaz says, having called a meeting with the rest of the 141.

“She’s pretty decent.” Price answers, not knowing what the problem is.

“She’s- where the hell do I even start?” Soap chimes in.

“Crazy. Probably practices witchcraft, has Simon- mind you- Simon, wrapped around her finger, is smart as shit, and is fluent in 4 languages.”

“So?” Price questions.

“Simon is in love with her.” Soap restates.

“So the man’s found love.”

“Simon, Cap. Simon, found the love of his life.”

……..

“Okay, maybe we should be a little cautious of the woman.”

“Fucking finally.” Soap and Gaz exhale in unison.

~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—_~ ~_—

“Simon!” You holler like you’re being butchered.

“What? What?!” He asks, at your side in a few seconds.

You only point.

……….

“Let’s not scream bloody murder when you find a bug in the house.” He says, having set it outside because your bleeding heart wouldn’t allow him to kill it.

“I was scared.” You say.

“I know.” He mutters, kissing you.

Okay bye :>

#simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #Simon Riley found love #you’re crazy

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barblaz-arts · 9 months ago

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Stephanie Beatrice had played my 3 favorite characters (Rosa Mirabel and Vaggie) and since I watched Encanto and B99 I have my head canon that Vaggie have both Rosa and Mirabel personalities.

Any way, I just want to know what is your head canon or theory about her? ( specifically about Lute calling her weak and why the other exorcist hate her)

Since she is your girl, I would love to read your essay about her.(I’m joking you don’t have to write that much I just like to read your post)

Thank you

"My girl"... Am I just "that one artist who's the biggest Vaggie stan" to you guys? (I won't mind it!)

Oh man! I do have some ideas! A lot of my headcanons were already kinda sorta mentioned in my fic/art tho, so sorry if you're not getting a lot of new info

- I have this headcanon that Vaggie's always been "softer" than the other Exorcists, which is what I assume Lute meant when she said she "always knew [Vaggie] was weak". I know it probably has more to do with how little time each episode has, but what if Lute was so ready, already behind Vaggie when she let that kid go, because she knew this wasn't the first time Vaggie spared a sinner? Maybe that was just the first time Lute actually caught her. Maybe she's always had her suspicions, when Vaggie's kill count would lower every year, and she'd sometimes find Vaggie saying a sinner got away somehow despite cornering that demon moments ago.

- although she's gotten used enough to her lack of depth perception when it comes to her hand eye coordination, especially when fighting, i like to think her reading ability could never truly go back to the way it used to be, so she has trouble reading/ writing/texting (if you notice, i always showed instances of this in my fic ;> )But because she's the hotel manager she still has to deal with them because of paperwork and shit, so she has prescription glasses that help. I'd wanted to include a scene in the First Guest where Vaggie almost cries after seeing Charlie thru the glasses for the first time, because she didn't think Charlie could be any more beautiful, but i scrapped the idea because I couldn't expand the concept enough to an actual scene that could be relevant to the overall fic. I probably should have just mentioned it in a paragraph or something, but by the time i remembered id already posted the chapter I intended to add it in. Maybe I'll use it for another fic.

- she prefers femme clothing so she doesn't really have a reason to do this, but she learned how to do all kinds of ties so that she could do Charlie's whenever

- she grew her hair to compensate for her lost wings

- she wasn't exactly a great cook before she Fell, but she was pretty capable when she lived alone in Heaven. Cooking for Charlie tho gave her the motivation to get better and actually enjoy it

- an angel trait that she could never truly abandon is being a stickler for rules. She's very strict on everyone and herself with these things, within reason. So even when she and Charlie started dating, she insisted that they can't sleep together until they've had their third date. When they're on the clock, they have to be professional and avoid flirtatious advances in front of staff and guests. Charlie didn't mind because she prefers privacy too.

- Vaggie's physical appearance slightly changed gradually the longer she stayed in hell. As an angel, her sclera was paler, her incisors duller, and her skin grayer. But as time passed, her sclera got more and more peach/pink, fangs sharper, and skin more purple toned

- i still like to think that Vaggie's old backstory back when only the pilot was out (having died in 2014 in her early twenties who worked as a sex worker in El Salvador) was still true. Maybe it's just because I've liked Chaggie since pilot, and I've grown really attached to that backstory. I also just really don't want Vaggie to be Heavenborn for some reason. Among the cast she just seems the most grounded to reality to me, so having her revealed to have never been human and born "divine" just doesn't seem right to me. I also just think it'd be cute and funny if it turns out she's chronologically the youngest in the hotel even tho she's basically everyone's strict not-mom.

- idgaf what Adam says, I wanna think that "Vaggie" is short for "Evangeline". I used to have these 2 coworkers in their late 50's to 60's who had Evangeline as their government name, but one of them goes by "Vanj" and the other "Vajee". Being older Filipino women who aren't really too fluent in English, they never thought there was anything wrong with that when they grew up with their nicknames. I like to think that the case was the same if Vaggie used to be human. I'm not sure how common English is in El Salvador, but I'm willing to bet it's possible she could have been given that nickname as a kid by an older family member who didn't know a lot of English. Also Evangeline makes more sense to have been the name of an angel cmon now...

#asks #hazbin hotel #i love any excuse to talk about vaggie

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its-time-to-write · 2 years ago

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masterlist

i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!

*82 fics*

All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader

dress

Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala

three times 'cause i've waited my whole life

secret relationship to engagement

you're losing me

first kid

don't make this any harder

Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots

would hit him in a heartbeat now

Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche

silent sleepers

Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus

what it is

Jamie is sick ft. Roy

don't go wasting your emotion

Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley

you know, you'll always know me

You’re a famous singer! Congrats!

i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly

Jamie’s dad is a douche

i'll still be right next to you my dear

Jamie is a dad

can't really say i'm enjoying it now

Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house

mine of you with me

Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship

today's a day like any other

The Tartt family thru the years

there's orange juice in the kitchen

Oof ouch period cramps

i can't breathe without you

Nate kisses you w/o consent

damned if i do give a damn what people say

You’re a theater actress! How exciting!

island made of faith

People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not

take your time while you're mine

You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents

honey, i'll give you all my time

Vienna. Enough said.

feeling fragile can't you tell

Jamie gets hurt

wrote all your lines in the script in my mind

Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff

stick together like glitter

Babysitting Phoebe + angst

your mind is not your friend

Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup

chasing shadows in a grocery line

You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker

don’t go yet

Tee hee protective Jamie at a club

kicking myself to keep from crying

The morning after your mind is not your friend

i think we could do it if we tried

High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺

i’m glad you exist

You and Jamie go to a wedding

send for me

BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend

tell me where to put my love

day off = food + snuggles

bored

The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother

wishing on every one

You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.

lyrical eyes, indigo smile

Bea meets the team for the first time!

something to rely on

You storm the pitch and smooch your bf

flipped the script

Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)

i fancy you

London Boy by ms. T. Swift

you don’t want to know me

Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City

you’re in the kitchen humming

Post-Mom City

family that i chose

For the child-free girlies!

never wanted you to hate me

Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me

wonderstruck

BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance

in love with an idea

idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute

sinking into your worn-out mattress

Touch-deprived therapist! reader

you’re a mansion with a view

just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here

i know what i’m doing

Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City

wonder what it’d be like

Jamie tries to win you back

if only love were true

You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one

i know now it’ll pass

It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it

the way it goes

The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie

how to love being alive

Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long

there is happiness

GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE

it’s just wanderlust

Relationship soft launch

glitter on the floor

You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.

maybe tomorrow you’ll know

The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope

hustling for the good life

I swear this is my last chaptered fic

let’s fall in love for the night

Kent!reader is having a baby

soft hands hit the jagged ground

friends w/benefits

for you, there’ll be no more crying

anxiety at work + bf jamie

smile at me

there was only one bed!!!!

slow motion double vision in rose blush

happy b-day Jamie Tartt

half-moon eyes

it’s just a question!

can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)

I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???

here in my arms

more Kent!reader + a baby named George

coffee at midnight

prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend

healing me fine

Just a lil engagement fic for ya

i don’t know anything

if you’re interested in Bea

right words at the right time

It’s a wedding fic

move fast and keep quiet

boxer!reader + smitten Jamie

not saying you’re in love with me

You meet over Bantr!!!

we could be so good

Jamie comforts you after a bad date

i hold it like a grudge

i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry

there for you

sick fic

before you go

physio!reader

you’ll probably date her

chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it

feel it burn

Gym anxiety

play it back

Old movies of bb Jamie

ours

Thanksgivinggggg

light in the hallway

MORE Kent!reader

stuck by you

Bad family + good Jamie = fic

please don’t be

five chapters of sadness that definitely isn’t based on personal experience

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso #masterlist

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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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chris giving reader the princess treatment

My Baby

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is Chris’ baby, and he would do anything for her. Even if it means walking in the rain because he loves her🌱

Warnings⚠️: None but like this shit gave me butterflies and this isn’t even my man LORDDD😭😭 also it’s kinda short

Song for the imagine: So Into You- Tamia

I really like what you’ve done to me

I can’t really explain

I am so into you

I slid my socks on and grabbed my purse and phone, quickly spritzing myself with perfume as I shut the light and walked out my room.

Placing my phone and purse down my apartment door rattled with the knock of a fist. I slowly walked over to the door and opened it. Smiling as I saw Chris

“Hi baby” he said leaning down and pecking my lips

“Come in” I said moving out the way for him to walk in

I walked ahead of him and let him shut my door, turning around to be surprised with a bouquet of flowers.

“Chrissss” I said with an open mouth and bright eyes

“For my princess” he said winking at me

“Thank you my love” I said taking the flowers to the kitchen and placing them in a vase with water

“You’re welcome baby” he said leaning on the island as he watched me place them on the counter

“I just have to put my shoes on and then we can go” I said

I grabbed my purse and phone and walked over to the shoe rack, Chris tracking behind

I couldn’t slip my foot into my platform uggs, so I placed my hand out to balance myself when suddenly Chris grabbed my hand and helped me balance myself

“Thank you” I said looking up at him as I placed my other boot on and he nodded while smiling

He opened the door for me and let me walk out, shutting the door behind me and allowing me to lock it.

“Before we go to the mall, do you want to hit up Starbucks?” He asked me as we walked down the stairs

“Yes my love” I said looking back at him

When we got to his car (ik he can’t drive but shhhh) he opened the passenger door for me allowing me to get in before shutting the door

Hopping in he backed out and we made our way to my local Starbucks. Waiting in the drive thru line as we talked about what was new which wasn’t much because I saw him about everyday.

We ordered our drinks and he paid.

“Thank you but it should’ve been my treat” I said taking a sip of my coffee

“You pay? Don’t ever say no outlandish shit like that again” he said raising a brow at me

“Chris please” I said playfully smacking him

We opted for an outdoor outlet mall because it would be less crowded. Chris parked and came to my side opening the door and grabbing my hand to help me out

I was wearing leggings with no pockets and brought a small purse so I was struggling carrying my phone, coffee and bag.

Before crossing over to the street Chris’s grabbed my purse and held it for me

“I can hold it” I said laughing

“I got it, you’re struggling to hold everything” he said looking both ways so we could cross

“It was fine babe” I said walking across the street

Chris slowly came around me walking on the outside and keeping me close to the parked cars.

“And beat me looking this stylish holding your bag? I mean look at me I’m a babe” he said posing with the purse

“That is true, you do look cute” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Case settled” he said winking at me as we walked towards some stores

Chris and I were shopping for a bit, and anything I grabbed he took and got me. I appreciated it, but this boy was treating me too well.

“Christopherrrrr” I whined as he got on the line to check out

“Y/NNNNNN” he whined back looking at me

“Why are you buying me everything” I said huffing at him

“Because you’re my girl? And I want to spoil you” he said shrugging his shoulders

“But you always spoil me and plus I have those boots in black” I said pointing to the platform uggs I was currently wearing

“Okay and now you have them in blue duhh” he said smirking at me

It was a pointless argument because he would never tell me no. So I sucked it up and let him buy me my shoes.

We went to a few stores he liked and I was able to return the favor and get him some shoes and shirts that he liked.

The mall had a restaurant, so we decided to eat dinner and relax our feet.

“Thank you Chris for everything you do, I really appreciate it” I said taking a sip of my soda

“Of course baby I got you” he said nodding his head

“Want to spend the night?” I asked him

“Yes” he said almost instantly

“Good and then we can take a bubble bath and I’ll give you a back rub” I said smiling at him

“Ouuu you’re too good to me” he said caressing his heart

“And maybe even- but I was cut off my him

“Maybe even a dick rub?” He said laughing

“Christopher” I said bluntly giving him a glare

“I’m kiddingggg I’m just joking” he said laughing

“Yeah you better be or you can sleep on the couch” I said pointing my finger at him

Chris and I had finished our dinner and he decided to get a dessert. Our personal favorite. a warm brownie with vanilla ice cream.

“This is why I love you because you let me get dessert Nick and Matt never let me get one” he said frowning

“Aww my poor baby” I said pouting and rubbing his chin

The waiter came back with our dessert, but they only gave us one spoon. There was something so intimate about sharing a spoon. It seems corny, but the idea always gave me butterflies. To be so close and in love that sharing a spoon didn’t seem gross or weird.

Chris took the spoon and cut the brownie getting some ice cream with it and brought the spoon towards me. I opened my mouth and he put it in my mouth.

Being fed dessert by the love of my life was not on my bingo cards, but I’m glad it was happening.

We sat sharing the dessert, my eyes darting to him as he looked out the window licking the brownie off the spoon like it was nothing. It made my heart explode and my stomach flutter. I mean sharing a utensil is nothing compared to the things we’ve done, but it made me flustered….

Soon after we finished and when the check came he almost immediately snatched it from the table not letting me take a glance.

“I just wanted to look” I said

“Yeah right I know your trick your pretty eyes can’t fool me” he said looking at me over the checkbook

I playfully rolled my eyes and smirked.

After paying we grabbed our bags and walked outside and realized it was raining

“Oh shit” I said stepping back under the awning

“Give me the bags and I’ll go get the car” Chris said

“No it’s fine I’ll walk” I said looking at him

“Babe just give me the bags and I’ll be back” he said taking the bags from me

Chris quickly walked to the car across the street, smiling to myself at his actions.

About five minutes later he drove up to the restaurant putting his hazard lights on and getting out. Running over to me with a hoodie in his hand and placing it over my head as we ran to the car. He opened the passenger door for me allowing me to get in without barely getting wet

However Chris was soaked when he got in the driver seat.

“Aww Chris you’re all wet I feel bad” I said as he put the heat on and drove off

“It’s okay baby I’ll change at your house” he said looking at me and smiling

When we got back to the house we placed our stuff down and headed to the bathroom. Taking a warm bubble bath together to warm ourselves up. Chris shampooed my hair for me and me rubbing his back as we indulged in the warm water.

I was soo in love with him and all he does for me<3

The End

I’m just rolling these bad boys outttt. I hope you enjoyed this one. The rest of my stories are all Matt LMAOAOA😭😭 love yall 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #chris sturniolo imagine #Chris Sturniolo X reader #christopher sturniolo imagine

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thewritingrowlet · 11 months ago

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The Outing Trip pt. 2, ft. tripleS Xinyu and Dahyun

tags: cheating, cum-in-mouth, creampie, ass play, (a bit) rough

word count: ~10k words

author's note: I was 3k words deep into this shit when I realized that I didn't have any picture of them together so here's their pictures from the GND showcase. In terms of plot, I initially wanted Dahyun to have a bigger role but then I decided that I'd give her the spotlight in a future part instead.

Anyway, thanks always for reading <3

p.s. Wolfie if you see this again; send me another idea on June 12th (oddly specific, I know). Thanks in advance. <3

[🐈‍⬛| 08:02]

Oppa

Don’t forget

We have a meeting with everyone today at 1545

Don’t forget to bring Xinyu with you

“Xinyu-yah”, you call out to Xinyu, who’s busy getting dressed in the bedroom, “Nakyoung just reminded me of today’s meeting”. Xinyu gets out from the bedroom after she’s done changing, “yeah, she just texted me as well. You don’t have classes today, do you, oppa?”. You get up from the sofa and shake your head, “I’ll take you to campus, baby. I’ll refuel the car after dropping you off”. She shoves you in the chest and you’re sat back down on the sofa, “it’s like 8, let’s chill for now”. Xinyu then sits on your lap and tucks her head against your neck, “I always like how you make me feel small even though I’m taller than most people”. You chuckle and peck the top of her head, “you can thank my dad for his genes, precious”. She squeals at the pet name, “aww, that’s a new one, isn’t it?”. “Not really”, you say, “I said it last Monday when I was lulling you to nap—remember when you were resting your head on my lap? You probably already drifted away to dreamland when I said that, though”. “Oppa, I want to take a little nap like this until it’s time to leave, okay?”, Xinyu says as she steals a peck on the neck from you.

After a few minutes of seated cuddling/napping, it’s now 10 minutes before Xinyu needs to leave for class. You want to make sure that she’s in the correct state of mind before you take her to campus, so you attempt to wake the napping fox. “Honey”, you say as you give her some taps on the back, “we need to leave soon”. She looks around her as she gathers her consciousness, “huh? Already?”. “Yes, already. Now let’s wake up and get ready, okay?”, you pepper her face with kisses to help her wake up. She holds your head to make you stop, “give me a reason why I should go to class and give up the chance to be spoiled by my boyfriend all day long—it better be a very good and rational one, oppa”. You crank the gears in your head to come up with an answer for your clingy sweetheart, but you only manage to come up with the most dull and basic answer of all time: “your education is important, love—what would people say when they hear that the vice president refuses to go to class because she wants to stay at home with her boyfriend?”. She huffs in false annoyance, “I don’t care about what people say, oppa. The world is ours and they’re merely leasing in it”. “C’mon, let’s not say such thing, love. I’ll carry you to the car, okay?”, you lift her by her thighs and stand up from the sofa.

You’re now in the car, on your way to campus to drop Xinyu off before getting fuel for your car. You notice that she hasn’t made any sound since you two left the parking lot, so you look at her and see that she’s asleep again. You suspect that she’s not feeling too well and not in the best mood, so you decide to make a quick detour to get some ice cream for her—thankfully she doesn’t wake up when you’re in the drive-thru because that’ll spoil the surprise.

“Cutie pie”, you softly tap Xinyu in the arm, “we’re here”. “I’m not feeling too well, oppa. I’m having a period right now and it’s not pleasant”, she says with a weak voice. The tone and manner of her speech makes your heart ache because Xinyu is never one to act like this. “Honey, look at me, please”, you grab a cup of ice cream and show it to her, “I have some ice cream for you. I hope this helps”. She smiles despite the discomfort and takes the ice cream from your hand, “thank you so much, oppa. Your kindness keeps reminding me of why I fell in love with you”. You pull her to you and peck her lips, “I love you, baby. Please hang on until the end of the day, okay?”. She says her farewell before getting out of the car with ice cream in hand, and you wait until she disappears from your sight before driving away.

Xinyu greets you in front of the classroom where the meeting is taking place but instead of leading you in, she pulls you around the corner instead. She pulls you into her embrace and hugs you tightly. “Thank you so much for the ice cream, oppa. I’m so sorry for being annoying all the time”, she says. You peck the top of her head in response; “you’re not annoying, baby. How can I say that you’re annoying when I don’t know exactly what you were going through? It’s not fair for you”. She lets go of the hug and wipes her glassy eyes; “you’re gonna make me cry if we keep hugging. Thank you, oppa, seriously”. You take her hand and walk into the classroom with her to get ready for the meeting.

“Hey, look who’s here with me”, Nakyoung says when she sees you two enter—Yooyeon is sitting on her left while Dahyun and Chaeyeon are on her right. “Unnie, hi”, Xinyu waves at her. “Hey, guys”, Yooyeon replies with small waves of her own. “Are you going to be with us for the meeting, Yooyeon-ah?”, you ask her. “I was about to ask if I can, actually. Nakyoung-ie told me to ask for your permission”, she says. You shrug, “I don’t mind having a spectator. We’re getting food after as well so it’s easier like this”. You walk to the four girls and give Dahyun and Chaeyeon a fist bump, “welcome to the council, you two. Run for presidency when you can, okay?”. “Thank you, oppa. We won’t disappoint”, Dahyun says.

Nakyoung told you a few days ago that she wanted to run this meeting, so you take a seat among the 30-something person crowd and let the spokesperson cook. “Alright everyone”, Nakyoung starts as she stands in front of the class, “I’ll be the one speaking today, since Jisung-oppa is having a sore throat today. Let’s get started, shall we?”. Xinyu leans over and whispers to you, “your throat is sore, oppa? Must’ve been the ice cream”. You chuckle and shake your head, “no, it’s not; she made that up”.

Nakyoung kicks off the meeting by explaining the when and where of the trip; 3 days 2 night from September 29th until October 1st on the island across the strait. She then continues by explaining the method of transportation to get there, which is by bus, which will get on a ferry to cross the water before getting off and continuing the ride until you arrive at the resort. Lastly, she announces that each room will be occupied by 3 people and that everyone is allowed to choose who they want to share the room with, as long as they’re of the same gender. She skips the “who” part of the 5W1H because it’s obvious already; who else is participating if not the members and leaders of the council? Nakyoung takes a sip of water and catches her breath before answering a bunch of questions from people in the room. After answering all of them, she sees that no one else raises a hand, so she ends the meeting and tells them to send her an email should they have questions.

Only the 6 of you remain the classroom after everyone else has scattered to continue their day. “Good job, Nakyoung-ah. You did well”, you praise her. She pulls Xinyu to her feet and hugs her, “aaaah, I’m so tireeeed. Is this how it’s always like for you, oppa?”. You chuckle as you get up from your seat, “kind of. You get used to it, though”. Yooyeon chimes in and tells her perspective, “I haven’t got used to it even though we’ve had a bunch of meetings already. Being in the center of attention overwhelms me”. You offer a hand for Dahyun and Chaeyeon to help them up. “Let’s go get dinner, girls. It’s on me, just like usual”, you say as you lead them to the door.

“Does anyone have any idea where we should go?”, you ask the crowd in your car. “Dahyun-ie’s restaurant! I want burgers, oppaaaa”, Nakyoung raises her hand and exclaims. “Any objections?”, you ask once again but get no answer. “Alright, Dahyun-ie’s restaurant it is”, you say. You glance at the rearview mirror and see that Dahyun is covering her cheeks, presumably to hide her blush. You look forwards again and keep driving until you get to your destination.

“Alright, girls; we’re here”, you look around the car and see that everyone was asleep—no wonder the ride was super quiet. Everyone but Xinyu gradually wakes up after hearing your announcement, as they reach for their stuff and slowly get out of the car. You get out of the car and sprint to the other side to help Xinyu get out. “Please carry me, oppa”, she says. You’re concerned if maybe she’s in pain, “are you okay, baby? Does your body ache?”. “I’m okay, just feeling extra clingy today”, she says with a teasing smile. You repay her smile with one of sweetness before giving her a piggyback ride to the restaurant.

“Mom, I’m bringing my friends again!”, Dahyun greets her mom as your group enters the restaurant. “Omo! Welcome back, children”, Mrs. Seo waves to you and your friends, “what’s wrong with the miss on your back, Jisung-ah?”. “She’s having a period so she’s not feeling so well right now. Xinyu-yah, say hi to Mrs. Seo”, Xinyu waves cutely after hearing your words. Mrs. Seo puts her hands on her chest, “and you’re carrying her like that? Oh, how cute and nice you are”. You deflect her words and line up in front of the cashier with the girls to order. After everyone has finished ordering, you pay for everything (without forgetting the extra) and head to your group’s favorite spot near the wall.

Everyone but Xinyu has now completed their meal, so the 5 of you stay seated and wait for her—Dahyun’s mom gave Xinyu an extra serving of fries, so combine that with the fact that she’s not feeling well, it takes her longer to finish her food. Since you’re sitting next to Xinyu, you’re able to offer comfort her and encourage her to keep eating. Chaeyeon praises you for being a good boyfriend to Xinyu and that you and Xinyu are really meant to be together. You thank Chaeyeon for the kind words and pray that you’ll get to spend the rest of your life with Xinyu, because there’s no one else that you love more than her.

You see Dahyun get up from her seat and stand next to Xinyu before whispering something to her ear. Xinyu replies to whatever Dahyun just said with a nod, so Dahyun walks up to you and whisper in your ear. “Oppa, my parents want to talk to you. Follow me, please”, Dahyun says. You give her a nod and follow her to some office space tucked away in the back of the restaurant.

Once you enter, you see that the room she has led you into is actually empty. “Where are your parents, Dahyun-ah?”, you ask her as you look around the room. “Oh, they’ll be here soon”, Dahyun says as she approaches you, “I told them to join us when I tell them to. I want some private time with you first”. You look at her in confusion, and that’s when she pulls you down by your nape and kiss you. Dahyun breaks the kiss after a minute and rests her head on your chest. “What was that, Seo Dahyun?”, you ask her. You don’t hear any answer from her, but you do hear some sobs. “I love you, oppa, but I know I have no chance against Xinyu-unnie. There’s no way that you’ll leave her for me, is there?”, she says after a sniffle. “Dahyun-ah”, you say as you wrap your arms around her slender torso, “what are you saying right now? What does Xinyu have to do with anything?”. Noticing that you’re hugging her, Dahyun rids of any thoughts that’s holding her back and hugs you. “I just wish that you were mine, oppa, but we both know that it’s highly unlikely to happen”, she confesses.

You take a deep breath before pulling away from the hug. “Please don’t cry; I hate seeing girls cry”, you say as you wipe the tears on her cheek, “can we get your parents after this? The sooner we can get this out of the way, the better”. “I lied”, she confesses, “I just wanted to have some private time with you”. You can’t believe your ears; “excuse me?”, you question her. “I lied to you and Xinyu-unnie—is she always that gullible, by the way?”, she says. “Yes, she is”, you admit and sigh, “I’m getting out of here. The last thing I want today is breaking Xinyu’s heart by lying to her”. She grabs your wrist as you start walking away, “can I at least tempt you with a blowjob?”. “No, I get that a lot from Xinyu already”, you say, resolute and clear—not sure why you need to flex your sex life to Dahyun, though.

You return to the dining area and see that Xinyu has eaten all her food. You get on a knee next to her so that you gauge how she’s feeling based on her expressions. “Good job finishing them, baby. How are you feeling right now?”. Nakyoung answers your question for Xinyu, “she said she wants to go home soon, oppa”. “You do, sweetie?”, you ask Xinyu, and she replies with a nod. You get back on your feet and look at the crowd, “are we ready to go?”. “Just leave, don’t worry about us”, Yooyeon says, “go, take Xinyu home. I’ve been in her shoes before, and I wished I had had a boyfriend like you at the time”.

You carry her out of the car as soon as you arrive at your building and hustle straight to the bedroom. “Let’s lie down for a second, okay? I’ll get you some water and clothes”, you say to her after setting her down in bed. “No!”, she blurts out, “just-just be in bed with me, oppa, please”. You grant her request and get in bed to cuddle with her, and Xinyu promptly wraps her long limbs around different parts of your body. “Oppa, you won’t leave me for anyone else, right?”, she asks, as if knowing of what happened in the restaurant with you and Dahyun. “Never, princess”, you assure her with a short but genuine answer. She pecks you in the neck before continuing, “I don’t care if I sound like a broken record every time I say it, but I really mean it every single time, oppa”. “I would much rather listen to a broken record than be the cause of a broken heart—does that makes sense, by the way?”, you say, earning a small chuckle from Xinyu. “I don’t know if it does, but I don’t care; my stomach hurts too much and I don’t want to think about anything”, she says.

Two weeks have passed since Dahyun’s little stunt, and it is now Friday on the 29th of September which can only mean one thing: day 1 of the outing trip. “We should give this trip a name”, Nakyoung says. “You should come up with it”, Xinyu and Yooyeon say at the same time—Yooyeon isn’t coming along, but she wants to be there when you leave. “Sure, I’ll try—you guys like making me do stuff, don’t you?”, Nakyoung says.

Yooyeon then turns to you, “Jisung-ah, can we talk for a second?”. You nod and walk to the other side of the bus with her to get some privacy. “What is it?”, you ask. Yooyeon rubs her forehead with a palm before speaking, “Dahyun-ie told me everything”. You signal to her to keep talking, so she does. “Will you be okay? Xinyu is also on this trip with you”, she asks. You take a deep breath before answering; “I’ll be fine. I’m planning to address it with her at some point during the trip”. Yooyeon gives you an encouraging smile and a fist bump. “Whatever decision you two come up with, try to make it easier for her, okay? She has a good heart, and I would hate to see her lose it”, she says. ”Oppa, where are you? We need to leave!”, Xinyu shouts from the other side of the bus. “That’s my cue”, you give Yooyeon a friendly hug, “I’ll see you on Monday, okay? I’ll treat you guys to lunch”.

You go back to where everyone was gathering and see that they’re getting on the bus one by one. You hold Nakyoung and Xinyu by their wrists to prevent them from getting on. “I’m counting on you two”, you say to them, “help me run the show, please”. They both give you a nod simultaneously, so you let them go and get on the bus with everyone. “Make sure nothing catches on fire when we’re away, okay? See you on Monday!”, you say to Yooyeon as you wave your goodbye, and she waves back with a smile. Once you are seated, the bus starts moving, thus marking the beginning of your last council initiation trip before graduating.

“We’re getting on the ferry, guys”, the co-driver says as the bus rolls onto the ship, “you can get off the bus if you want to. Just make sure you’re back in your seat in one hour”. After being given permission to get off, you walk to the upper deck to take in the sight of the strait. You lean against the railings and feel the fresh and relaxing breeze blowing at you. “Never knew how good it is to be on a ship. I wonder if mama and papa would be down for a cruise trip—for their anniversary, maybe? I should call them later”, you say to yourself

You close your eyes and savor the sense of freedom the sea is giving you, and you feel a hand on your back. “Hi, baby. Here for the wind as well?”, you say without looking. “I like how pet names escape your lips so naturally all the time”, the voice says. “Wait, that’s not Xinyu’s voice. That’s—“, you turn your head and see Dahyun in front of you. “Can I help you?”, you say, trying your best to stay composed. “You can, actually”, she says before pulling you away from the railings to hide behind a wall. “Stay still, please”, she tells you as she gets on her knees in front of you, “you know where this is going, don’t you?”. You can’t help but panic now, “Seo Dahyun, are you out of your mind? Xinyu will feed us to the sharks if she sees this”. “Please, oppa. Just this one time—Xinyu-unnie is busy with the other recruits right now”, she begs you.

You let out a deep sigh and start taking off your pants and boxers, piling them on your ankles. “Oh my God”, Dahyun exclaims, as she wraps her hand around your cock, “now I’m really envious of Xinyu”. You grit your teeth at the sensation, “that’s Xinyu-unnie to you”. “Fuck you”, she says before putting her lips around your cock. If Dahyun wasn’t on her knees with your cock in her mouth, you’d be offended and scold her, but she is, and you can’t think straight right now. “You better make this worthwhile, you slut”, you warn her. She removes your cock from her lips with a teasing smile, “keep the names for when you’re fucking me, oppa”, she says before continuing her work on your cock.

You’ve gotten a lot of heads before from your beloved, but Dahyun is doing an exceptional job right now: the way she’s licking the underside of your cock as her head moves along your shaft is different to how Xinyu usually does it. “This is a terrible time to think about Xinyu—fuck, I’m so sorry, my love”, you think to yourself. “This is the longest I’ve seen a guy last”, Dahyun says, taking a break from stuffing her face with your cock. “Are you going to finish this or what? If you can’t make me cum first try, you don’t deserve a second time”, you tease her. “Oh, I will, no need to worry about that”, Dahyun wipes her mouth before taking you in it again.

“You’ve had enough fun. Time to do it on my terms”, you say. You take her gloriously thick jet-black hair in your hand and start fucking her mouth deep. “Xinyu never gags, so you better not gag”, you provoke her—it’s not that Xinyu doesn’t gag at all, it’s just that she’s gotten more and more familiar your cock with every blowjob she’s done. You push the back of her head into your crotch and feel your tip hit the back of her throat. “Stay”, you command, and she does as you say (not that she has other options). After staying in that position for a few seconds, Dahyun starts gurgling loudly, so you show her some mercy and leave her mouth. Dahyun coughs and pants as she massages her neck, “holy shit, how does unnie do this all the time?”. “Because unlike you, she’s a good girl”, you then yank her hair and make her look up, “I’m gonna cum in your mouth and you’re gonna swallow it without letting a drop leak, is that clear?”. “Yes, oppa”, she says between pants. “Wrong fucking name”, you say sternly and yank her hair again. “Oh, fuck, my hair—yes, daddy”, she corrects herself.

You put your tip on her lips again and she opens her mouth obediently. “Be good”, you say as you start fucking her mouth harder and faster to chase your orgasm. You take it up a notch and pinch her nose shut as you fuck her face. Your brain starts wondering if you’re trying to make her your side slut, but that’s a question for later. For now, you’re aiming to shoot your load into her stomach. “I’m cumming, slut”, you say, as you release drop after drop after drop of cum into her mouth. The suddenness catches Dahyun off guard and makes her choke, but she tries her best to adhere to your command anyway.

You remove your cock from her mouth and see Dahyun swallow your cum in one gulp. “Good girl”, you praise her. You help her up to her feet and hug her, “let’s make sure no one knows this, yeah?”. “Yes, oppa”, she says, “I have a new idea, oppa”. You squint your eyes, expecting her to say something wild, “and that is?”. She looks at you straight in the eyes and utters her idea, “I can be your side girl, oppa”. You’re taken aback by her words, “what the fuck are you saying right now?”. She shrugs, “I figured since I can’t steal you from unnie, I’ll just be your side girl. You can come to me if Xinyu-unnie is unable to, um, please you”. The angel sitting on your right shoulder is yelling at you to say no, but the devil’s urge is stronger right now and you’re succumbing to it. “Sure, just make sure to keep this between us. Now let’s get out of here”, you say, feeling uneasy.

The 1-hour break flew by, and now you’re sitting on the bus again with Xinyu next to you. She leans her head on your shoulder and sighs, “where were you, oppa? I didn’t see you at all". Your eyes shake in nervousness, “I was sightseeing on the upper deck, baby. What about you?”. “Nakyoung-ie suggested that we should talk to the recruits and know them better considering who we are, but since you were away, I represented you and now I want to sleep”, she says with a yawn. You chuckle and pat her in the back, “that’s my girl. Get some sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up when we arrive”. “Your girl, huh? The one you just betrayed by getting a side chick? You’re fucking shitting me right now”, the angel insults you—you never knew an angel was capable of swearing, but you deserve it right now.

“Alright, guys; we’re here”, the co-driver announces. You tap Xinyu in the back a few times to wake her up. “Wake up, sweetie; we’ve arrived”, you say to her. “I wanna go home, oppa”, she says with a pout. “We’ll be home before you know it, love. Patience for now, please”, you persuade her. “I want your cock tonight”, she whispers to you, and you try your hardest to not blush (and get a boner).

You see the co-driver open the door, so you get up from your seat and get off the bus followed by Xinyu and everyone else. You ask everyone but Xinyu and Nakyoung to wait outside the resort complex while you go in and get the keys from the reception desk. “Good morning, miss. We’re from the Silicon Summit State University”, you say to the lady sitting at the desk. “Good morning to you as well. Please wait a moment”, she says as she opens the book in front of her, “I’ll get your keys so please have a seat”.

She returns to you after a few minutes with a bag filled with keycards. “Here are your keys. Have a good stay and please don’t mess anything up—the hall is ready for use, by the way”, she says. You take the bag from her and say your farewell before leaving the front office.

“Attention, please”, you say in front of your crowd, “find the roommates you want to share a room with and line up in front of me with your group so that I can give you a keycard”. They do as you say and make groups of 3 with their preferred roommates. One group after another lines up in front of you, and you give each group a keycard to their room until every group has one. Everyone walks away to find their rooms, leaving the three of you alone with no keys left. “Did you miscount?”, you turn to Nakyoung. “11 rooms for 33 people and 1 room for Professor Kim, no?”, she says. “33 people? You didn’t count us, you dummy”, Xinyu pinches Nakyoung’s cheeks. “Wait, wait—aaaah, I’m so sorry”, Nakyoung says as she tries to push Xinyu away. Xinyu lets go of Nakyoung’s cheeks and turns to you, “so what do we do, oppa?”. You dismiss their worry, “it’s fine. I’ll head back in there and ask for 2 more rooms for you two and myself—I’ll pay, don’t worry”.

“Excuse me, miss”, you say to the lady again, “my friend miscounted how many people we have in the group, so now we need 2 more rooms. I sincerely hope you have some vacant ones right now”. She nods and fiddles with the computer in front of her, “we have 6 empty rooms right now and 2 of them are on opposite ends of the same corridor”. You sigh in relief, “I’ll take that 2, please”. She nods again, “sure, the previous 11 have been paid in full so you only need to pay 2”. She then tells you the sum and you hand her your card. “What about the breakfast and dinner buffet, miss?”, you ask as you enter your PIN. “No worries, I’ll tell the other staff members about the situation so that you can sit and eat with everyone”, she says as she hands your card back to you.

“Hey, girls”, you call out to Xinyu and Nakyoung, who then walk up to you. “Here’s your card. I hope you don’t mind sharing a room with Xinyu”, you hand Nakyoung a keycard. Xinyu looks at you in surprise, “I’m not sleeping with you?”. You shake your head, “you’re not. We don’t want the others to libel us”. Xinyu takes the card from your hand, “I’m so sorry, oppa. I’ll make it up to you one day”. “Don’t worry about it”, you pet her head, “now let’s get some rest before we start doing stuff, okay?”.

You walk with Xinyu and Nakyoung to find your rooms and get in as soon as you find it. “I’ll see you in 2 hours”, you say before closing the door behind you. You drop your bag on the bed and feel your phone vibrating in your pocket.

[🍒]

You’re alone, aren’t you?

Wanna fuck my face again?

[👑]

How did you know?

No, not in the mood

[🍒]

Curious much?

Just tell me if you want to cum

ㅋㅋㅋ

“I need to fuck some obedience into this girl, don’t I?”, you say with a sigh after. You throw your phone on the bed and start opening your back to get some shower supplies. You don’t like the soap and shampoo they offer at hotels and resorts because they don’t make foam. You then head to the bathroom to get a quick shower to refresh yourself after the long ride and the blowjob Dahyun gave you on the ferry.

The 2 hours are up, and now it’s time to go to the hall to officially start the initiation trip. You meet Xinyu and Nakyoung outside the hall, and Xinyu immediately runs to you and hugs you. “I miss you”, she says with a sad tone. “Cutie, it’s only been 2 hours”, you chuckle, “we’ve been apart for longer before”. “Yes, but not when we’re in the middle of nowhere”, she defends herself. You see Nakyoung roll her eyes, “oh, c’mon. 2 hours without oppa won’t kill you, and we’re not in the middle of nowhere, damn it”. Xinyu lets go of the hug to scold Nakyoung, but you pull her back into the hug by her wrist. “Calm down, please. This isn’t my apartment, let’s not make a scene here”. After taking a few seconds to calm down, you drag the two girls into the hall.

“Good afternoon, everybody”, you greet the council members, and they immediately look up from their phones. “Some of you have done this before while some others haven’t, but please allow me to welcome you all the same. I understand that this initiation trip might look or feel pointless to some of you, but it’s important to see this as an opportunity to get to know everyone better. You guys will spend a lot of time working with each other on projects, and that includes me, the vice president, and secretary”, you say and get collective nods as a reply.

“Now, let’s start by introducing ourselves, starting with me. My name is Jung Jisung. I was born in 2001, so this is my last dance both in the council and university. It has been an honor to be the president of the council, and I look forward to working with you guys in my last year—also, it’s okay if you find my title to be weird or cringe; I cringe when I hear people say that title out loud as well. Feel free to call me anything but sunbaenim, please”, you end your introduction with a small bow, “I’ll let those two girls introduce themselves”. Nakyoung pushes Xinyu to go first, so she takes a spot next to your right to introduce herself. “Hello, everyone. My name is Zhou Xinyu, born in 2002 in China. I was Jisung-oppa’s running mate back then and now I’m the vice president. I look forward to working with you guys as well”, she says. There’s nowhere Nakyoung can hide now, so she steps up to introduce herself. “Hi, hi”, she starts, “I’m Kim Nakyoung. I was also born in 2002 but unlike her, I was born in South Korea. Officially, I’m the secretary of the council but outside the office hours, I follow these two around like a third wheel”.

“Thank you, you two. Aside from the three of us, we also have a treasurer named Park Jaehwan, but he’s currently hospitalized for Dengue fever. In case you didn’t know, we also have governors who lead their own councils on the faculty level, and you’ll meet them soon as we collaborate for projects like community service”, you say, “now, let’s continue the train and have everyone introduce themselves”. At your words, Dahyun runs to the front with Chaeyeon behind her. “Hellooo!”, she says excitedly, “my name is Seo Dahyun but you can call me Soda. I was born in 2003 in Busan. I look forward to making memories with you guys”. You chuckle in amusement, “thank you, Dahyun-ah. Next person, please”. “Hi, hi, hello”, Chaeyeon says while waving, “I’m Kim Chaeyeon, born in 2004. I also look forward to making memories with you guys”. “Thank you, you two. Ministers, it’s your turn to shine now—you don’t want to lose out to these two, do you?”, Nakyoung says.

Like a real government, you also have a handful of ministers in your council. They are basically group leaders who have a handful of council members working with them and are usually tasked with coming up with projects and helping run things at the university level and sometimes the faculty level as well. In fact, one of them is coming up to introduce herself right now. “Hiiiiii”, she drags out her greeting in excitement, “my name is Park Aecha and I’m currently the minister of public relations. I was born in 2003 in Seoul and Park Jaehwan, the treasurer that Jisung-oppa mentioned earlier, is my older brother—please pray for him, by the way. Welcome to the council, guys!”.

As another minister walks up, Aecha leaves her spot to sit down again, but you pull her to the side first. “Aecha-yah, if you want to leave first, just say the word. We’re not holding you hostage here”, you say to her. “Thank you, oppa. I’m planning to leave tomorrow afternoon after the interviews, if that’s okay with you and the two girls. Only the three of you matter to me”, she says. “I guarantee you that we’re 1000% okay with that. If you hear anyone say otherwise, just tell me who and we’ll throw them into the strait”, you assure her. Aecha smiles and nods before leaving you to head back to her seat.

“Thank you for introducing yourselves, everyone”, Nakyoung says, “we will take a break for 2 more hours before gathering here again for a leadership and professional ethics class led by Professor Kim Taeyeon—we have a lot of down time today but believe me when I say that you should enjoy it as much as you can”. She looks in your direction, so you give her a nod; “dis-missed!”, she says with a voice crack, provoking a collective giggle from the crowd. “Good job, Nakyoung-ah”, you say to her. “Aaaaaah, why did my voice crack, oppaaaa”, she complains to you as she smacks you in the chest lightly. “It’s okay, happens to the best of us”, you chuckle as you pat her back. You then pull Xinyu in for a quick kiss. “I’ll see you girls in 2 hours; I want to sleep a bit—wake me up if I oversleep, okay?”.

You text Dahyun as soon as you enter your room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

[👑]

To my room, please

Door isn’t locked

Make sure no one sees you

[🍒]

On my way xoxo

You lay in bed after seeing her response and immediately hear the door swing open and slam shut. “That was quick”, you say when you see Dahyun in your room. “My room is right across from yours, oppa”, she confesses. “Huh, no wonder you knew where my room is”, you say. “Mhmm. Now, what can I do for you?”, she asks. You get up from the bed and tell her your wish, “I want you to take everything off—now”. She starts by taking off her short black cardigan that’s held together with just one button, revealing the sports bra she has underneath it; “that’s cute”, you comment. She then unbuttons her jeans and take them off, thus leaving her only in her sports bra and panties.

“Come here, I’ll finish the job for you”, you say to her. Dahyun then gets closer to you, “yes, daddy”. You pull the sports bra over her head and toss it somewhere without looking before kneeling to take off her panties. “I like that you keep it clean and shaved. Keep doing it, okay?”, you praise her. “Yes, da—oh, God, yes”, her words are cut off when she feels your tongue on her pussy. You yank her legs apart even more so that you can have more space to move your head closer to her pussy. You lick and suck her clit, forcing Dahyun to cover her mouth to muffle her moans. “Oppa, please”, she begs with a low voice, “please, that’s so good”. You want to make her cum to repay her “kindness” on the ferry, so you stick two fingers into her pussy without letting up the stimulations on her clit.

“I’m-I’m so close—please, oppa, please”, Dahyun says between muffled moans. You finger-fuck her pussy faster and keep licking her clit like it was the most delicious ice cream ever. “O-oppa, hug me, please”, she begs. So, you stand up and hug her as she requests. She hugs you tightly and muffles her scream by biting your shoulder, and you hear splashes on the floor—"she’s squirting, that’s fun”, you think to yourself. Dahyun immediately becomes limp in your arms, so you hold her to make sure she doesn't fall.

“I-I—fuck—haven’t cum that hard in so long”, Dahyun says with heavy pants, “thank you so much, oppa. I-I love you”. You lift her and put her in bed before leaving to get a towel and some water. “Here, have a drink, sweetie”, you say as you guide the bottle to her mouth. You let her hold the bottle herself and walk to the small puddle to clean it. “I’ll get back to you in a minute, okay?”, you say as you walk to the bathroom after cleaning the little mess.

“I’m guessing it’s my turn to make you cum?”, she weakly says. You put on a gentle smile, one that you usually show to Xinyu. “No, sweetie, it’s not. I just wanted to repay your kindness”, you peck her in the forehead, “I love you, baby”. She wipes a stray tear on her cheek, “but I’m just your side girl. Are you sure you want to say that?”. You take her hands and pull her into a hug, “yes, I am”. “Finally accepting her as your side chick, huh? Splendid job, son”, the devil praises you. You shake your head lightly to rid his voice from your brain and focus on the girl in your arms. “I’m so sorry but you need to leave soon, darling. Make sure no one sees you, okay?”, you peck the top of her head apologetically.

You help her put on her clothes, starting from her panties. Before you give her the sports bra back, you quickly nibble her tits; “soft and perky, exactly my favorites”, you comment. Dahyun blushes as she tries to put on her sports bra; “tha-thank you, oppa. I know they’re not as big—“. You cut her off by giving her a peck on the lips, “what’s the point of comparing yourself with others, sweetie?”. Dahyun’s cheeks get even redder at your words, “oh, how sweet. Xinyu-unnie must be—oh, fuck”. You cut her off again with a squeeze in the neck, “say her name one more time, I fucking dare you”. You let go of her neck right away and clarifies to her, “I can be both sweet and mean at any given moment. It just depends on how you act around me. Are we clear?”. She nods in understanding, so you hand her jeans back and she puts them on right away. “I like how you dress, sweetie. Dress like this when we’re together, please”, you say as she puts on her cardigan. After making sure that she’s ready to go, you give her a quick kiss on the lips and let her go back to her room. “Make sure no one knows about this, okay?”, you say as Dahyun leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

You take a glance at your watch and see that you have around 90 minutes before you need to go to the hall again. You decide to take a nap as planned until you either wake up from the alarm or a flurry of missed calls from Xinyu. “What are we becoming, Seo Dahyun?”, you question yourself, “oh, God, Xinyu would be so hurt if she finds out about this; she was my first and now I’m two-timing her—fuck, I’m so damn stupid”.

You wake up before the alarm rings, 20 minutes to spare before the session starts. You decide to go to the hall right away after texting Xinyu to tell her that you’re heading there first. You see Professor Kim Taeyeon walking to the hall as well, looking mad attractive as ever. “Professor Kim”, you greet her simply. “Hi, sweetie”, she says with a warm smile―she has a habit of calling her favorite students with pet names, and you entered her list after making the dean’s list thrice in a row. “You look like you have a lot going on. You can tell me, sweetie; you know I don’t judge”, she says as the both of you enter the hall. You picture in your head how hurt Xinyu would be if she finds out that you’re cheating, and the sting of guilt makes you shed a tear. “I, uh, I fucked up, professor”, you confess with tears on your cheeks, “I betrayed Xinyu terribly”. “Let’s sit down before we continue, okay?”, she takes your hand and drags you to sit down.

She makes you sit in front of her, “go on, please”. You decide not to hide anything from her because you trust her that much. “There’s this girl that has been chasing me even though she knows I’m dating Xinyu, and instead of addressing it with Xinyu and pushing her away, my dumb ass gave her the opportunity so now she’s my side chick—excuse my language, professor”, you confess teary-eyed while looking down in shame. Professor Kim sighs, and you figure that she’s disappointed in you. “I hope those tears are coming from a place of guilt”, she says. You nod, “Xinyu would be so hurt if she finds out, and I wouldn’t be able to make it up to her no matter what”. “Humor me with a question, Jisung-ah: which one is more important: your beloved Zhou Xinyu, who has been with you through storms and tranquility, or this new side chick—what’s her name, by the way?”. “Seo Dahyun, professor”, you say. “Seo Dahyun? The freshman?”, she questions you. “You know her, madam?”, you look up to her. She sighs again, “I’ve met her parents before, and I had been told that you invested in them”. You nod again, “my family’s treasurer did it for me, so I don’t know the details”.

She takes your hand in hers and rubs the back of it softly, “would you please answer my question?”. You take a deep breath to recall the question before giving her your answer, “Xinyu is far more important to me than her, professor; she’s been by my side through everything”. She nods in understanding, “we all make mistakes, son—sometimes more regrettable than we’d like to admit, but what matters is how you can learn from it and become a better person”. “Your advice, madam?”, you ask her. It’s now the professor’s turn to take a deep breath, “you said that Xinyu is more important, so let Dahyun-ie go, Jisung-ah. Xinyu deserves the best of you while Dahyun-ie deserves much better than to be someone’s side chick”.

“Oppa!”, Xinyu shouts excitedly when she enters the hall, “oh, I’m sorry—hello, professor”. “Hi, darling”, Professor Kim says with a smile, “welcome”. Xinyu approaches the two of you and then turns to Professor Kim, “why is oppa crying, professor?”. Professor Kim gestures to Xinyu to sit down. “He had a lot in his mind but couldn’t bring himself to talk to you, so he shared some of them with me instead”, she says, “tell me, darling: do you love your president-oppa here?”. Xinyu looks at you and Professor Kim in confusion, “I do, professor. I love him with my entire being”. Professor Kim looks at you with a motherly smile, “see, son? Xinyu loves you as much as you love her. What else is there to doubt?”. Professor Kim then stands up from her seat to prepare for the class, “I’ll give you some space to talk, okay?”.

Xinyu pulls you to your feet and hugs you tautly, “oppa, what is she talking about? Are you okay?”. “I’m okay, sweetie. I’m-I’m so sorry”, you say in a shaky voice, “my mind was full of bullshit, but I didn’t want to bother you with them”. Xinyu sheds a tear of her own after hearing your words, “but-but why not, oppa? Am I not your girlfriend? You can talk to me about your worries, you know”. You pull away from the hug and wipe her tears, “I just couldn’t muster up the courage to talk to you about it, baby. You already have a lot to worry about so I just wanted to be the shoulder you can lean on”. Xinyu puts her forehead on yours, “I’m always here for you, oppa, the same way you’re always here for me”. You nod and peck her forehead, “I love you, darling. I’m sorry for making you worried. Now let’s calm down, okay? People will be here soon”.

You are holding hands with Xinyu during the session, and time flies by like it was nothing. Professor Kim is now offering advice to people who want it, and people start raising their hands. She tells each of them what they need to hear no matter how cold it might sound. “We all make mistakes in our lives, and that’s okay”, she says, repeating her advice for you from earlier, “what’s important is how you deal with it, learn from it, and become a better person after, because falling in the same hole twice is simply foolish. I know I do not look and act like a wise person all the time, but this is what I’ve learned throughout my life—I’ve been in your shoes, but you haven’t been in mine”. You squeeze Xinyu’s hand after hearing the professor’s advice. “I promise I’ll keep improving and become a better person for us, love. You deserve the best of me the same way I deserve the best of you”, you whisper to her. “I love you, oppa”, she whispers back, as if it wasn’t clear as day already.

When you turn to Professor Kim again, you see that she’s smiling at you and Xinyu before turning back to the audience. “Does anyone have any more questions?”, she asks, but no one raises their hand. “One more thing before we wrap things up, ladies and gents: remember to always be honest with yourself and those you love. Tell them you love them and are grateful for them”, she adds, “we come and go like on the freeway, so hold them close while you can”. You look down to process the things she just said, trying not to cry in front of the whole council as you feel like a revelation has been brought to you, courtesy of the one and only Professor Kim Taeyeon. “You may go now”, the professor dismisses the crowd, “I’ll see you back at campus in a few days. Good evening”.

Everyone but Xinyu and Professor Kim has left the hall to do whatever, leaving the three of you in the room. “Take care of each other, will you? I want to see you two live a good life—together, hopefully”, she says. “Thank you, professor. Have a safe flight back”, Xinyu says with a respectful bow. The professor gives her a smile and starts walking away, giving space for you two to have a little catch-up.

You jump up from your seat and pull Xinyu into a passionate kiss. “Thank you for being in my life, baby”, you say after breaking the kiss, “I will do my best to be the best boyfriend for you”. “Oppa, I’m thankful for you as well, you know”, she says in such a calm manner that you rarely hear (because she’s energetic and loud most of the time) combined with a smile that’s as warm as the morning sun, “I’d like to make a promise as well, love: I promise to always be by your side through thick and thin and be the beautiful and graceful girlfriend that you deserve—do you know why, baby?”. You shake your head to encourage her to continue and see where this is going, “because I love you so much, honey, and I sincerely ask you to never leave me because I can’t picture myself alone without you—I’ve never been selfish before, so please allow me to be selfish just this one time”. Xinyu very rarely uses pet names with you, only referring to you as “oppa” (or “daddy” when you two are in bed), so the words she’s saying are hitting you harder than ever, working wonders to convince you to cut ties with Dahyun. The professor was right: these two girls deserve the best life has to offer, and you can’t cater to both at the same time without hurting one of them.

You take her hand with a smile and drag her to leave the hall. “Baby, can you come to my room, please?”, you ask her. “For what reason, Mr. President?”, she says, smirking. You turn the gears in your head to come up with an answer. “You want me to stay by your side, yeah? I’ll do you one better”, you lean in so you can whisper in her ear, “how about I stay inside you instead, baby, hm?”. Xinyu turns away to hide her tomato cheeks. “Oh, my fucking—oppaaaa, what are you saying right noooow? Fuck me, are you even listening to yourself, oppa?”, she says, flustered. You double down and tease Xinyu more. “Fuck you? Yeah, that’s the plan; I’ll be cumming inside you as well”, you say with a naughty smirk. “Aaaaah, why are you like this, oppaaaa”, Xinyu whines, her blush is obvious for anyone to see. You chuckle in amusement, “alright, baby, that’s enough playing around. Now, would you kindly follow me to my room?”.

You decide to call Nakyoung to ask about today’s schedule before jumping into the action. “Nakyoung-ah”, you say as soon as she picks up, “where are you?”. “I’m in my room. I saw that you guys were busy, so I left first”, she says. “Yeah, it’s fine. We had some personal things we needed to address with each other”, you explain, “we don’t have anything important after this, do we? Just the dinner?”. “What do you mean ‘just the dinner?’ We’ll be asking them to make an essay on council project ideas before dinner, remember?”, she says. “Oh, right”, you say, “anyway, we’re skipping dinner, so if anyone asks, tell them we need some time alone and that we’re sorry. We’ll go over their essays with the ministers tomorrow morning”. “Yeah, I can do that”, Nakyoung agrees to your request, “are you guys okay, though? I saw both of you bawl your eyes out earlier. You’re not breaking up, are you?”. Xinyu takes the phone from your hand, “no, we’re not breaking up. In fact, we’ll be solidifying our relationship tonight”. You hear Nakyoung laugh over the phone, “sure, girl, whatever you say—just keep it down when you do it, ‘kay? Have fun!”.

Fun is exactly what you’re aiming for tonight, and while Xinyu knows that as well, you don’t want to jump to it right away. “Baby girl”, you softly call out to her, “I’m not horny for the sake of it, but I do want to show you how much I love you and my options are limited right now”. Xinyu rubs your cheek with her thumb gently, “Oh, is that so? Show me then, oppa, and I’ll show you my love as well”.

Usually, you start by taking off Xinyu’s clothes but this time, you decide to switch it up and take off yours first. “Is it just me or are those biceps bigger?”, Xinyu comments. You flex in front of her, “I don’t know, I haven’t noticed anything yet”. Xinyu’s eyes move down to your cock, “that looks bigger too”. You chuckle, “there’s no need to inflate my ego, love”. “Inflate your—no, I’m dead serious!”, she says as she moves to hold your cock, “you will stretch me for sure”.

Snicker as you pull Xinyu up to her feet to kiss her. “I love you, baby, and I don’t care if I sound like a broken record because I mean it every time”. Xinyu furrows her eyebrows as she tries to remember something. “Wait, that’s my line from when I was bitching about my period, no?”, she crosses her arms and pouts, “apologize for stealing my line or I’m not letting you in my pants—don’t forget the pet name”. “I’m sorry for stealing your line, baby—also, you weren’t bitching; you were in real pain”, you say, adhering to her demand, “can I get in your pants now?”. Xinyu shoves you softly, “sit on the bed and watch me strip”.

Xinyu takes a few steps back and takes off her T-shirt, revealing her tits that’s covered with a simple white bra. You start stroking your cock at the sight, and Xinyu throws her T-shirt at you, “impatient, hm? I like it; makes me feel wanted and beautiful, you know?”. You groan after a particular stroke, “I always want you, beautiful—respectfully”. Xinyu shakes her head as she unbuttons her jeans and pull them down, “you and your words, oppa”.

The sight of Xinyu in her underwear (or naked—just so we’re clear) never gets old for you; “it has to be illegal to be this hot”, you utter while mindlessly stroking your cock. “I can’t get these off, oppa. Wanna help?”, she teases. You’ve never acted so quickly at anyone’s words before, as you jump off the bed and approach her; “woah, relax, oppa”, Xinyu comments. “I don’t know what that word means”, you say, possessed by lust. You make quick work of her bra and panties and throw them to God-knows-where. You then pull her in for a kiss, your tongue wrestling hers like it was AEW.

Xinyu breaks the kiss after a minute so that she can breathe. “Fuck, baby, I want you so bad right now”, you say with a deep, lustful voice. “Just—fuck—just take me already, oppa. I can’t fucking wait anymore”, she says, her breath heavy from the lust. You carry Xinyu to the bed and make her take the bottom position. “Oppa, please, let’s start already—OH”, Xinyu covers her mouth tightly as you immediately ram your cock into her pussy and start fucking her deep. “You’re stretching me, you’re stretching me”, she chants softly in your ear after biting you on the shoulder. You’re tempted to leave a hickey (or a dozen), but you don’t want people to know that you’re having sex, so you leave her neck and chest alone.

Xinyu almost lets out a loud moan, but you squeeze her neck just in time before she does. “I’m sorry, love, but we can’t afford to get caught”, you say to her. “You-you—just cover my mouth, don’t cho-choke me”, she says with troubled breath. You let her neck go and retreat from her exceptionally wet pussy. “On your stomach, please”, you say, “moan into the pillow”. Xinyu nods and rolls over onto her stomach, and you lift her ass up to get a better angle to bang her. After making sure that her face is pressed into the pillow, you start fucking her again, harder this time. You can’t hear what Xinyu’s saying right now, but that’s the whole point of using the pillow.

As you keep fucking her from behind, her asshole keeps peeking from behind her cheeks, and your cock, which has taken over your brain as an organ of thoughts, urges you to do something about it. You take your index finger and touch Xinyu’s rear entrance, and she turns to look at you instantly. “Don’t hurt me, please. I’ve never put anything in there, oppa”, she says. You nod, “do you consent?”. Xinyu gives you a little nod, so you start pushing your finger into her forbidden hole and it forces Xinyu to bite the pillow. “Ngh, you-you’re stretching me, oppa”, she says, and you’re not sure if her expression is that of someone in pain. “Are you okay, baby? Do you want me to pull it out?”, you ask her softly despite your pants. “I-I think I’m fine—try putting in another finger gently”, she says.

You stop your thrusts to focus on the task at hand and put your middle finger in her ass as gently as possible. You hear Xinyu make some sound, but you maintain your concentration and patience to work on her asshole, until her ass finally gives way for your fingers. “S-so full”, she says, “is this what—hngh, God—anal feels like?”. You shake your head in cluelessness, “can I go again, baby?”. “Only if you promise to not your move fingers as you fuck me”, she says. “Of course, love”, you say

You notice as you’re fucking her again that her pussy keeps squeezing your cock randomly and you suspect that she’s close. “Fuck, you’re so tight, princess”, you praise her as you up the pace. “I’m close, oppa; make me cum, please”, she says, confirming your suspicion. Pull out your fingers so that you only need to concentrate on one thing, which is fucking her in the pussy with your cock; “the ass play can wait”, you think to yourself.

“Oppa, I’m cumming; pull out for a second, please”, she utters, so you do as she asks and pull out. You see Xinyu scream into the pillow as you feel her juice hit you in the pelvis area. You wait until she’s done squirting before fucking her again. “I know you’re still sensitive, but I can’t wait. I’m sorry”, you say to her. Xinyu’s moans are getting worryingly loud, so you put a hand on the back of her head to make sure the pillow stifles the sound.

You feel your cock leak in her pussy, and you’re reminded that you haven’t asked if it’s okay to cum inside. “Darling, is it safe today?”, you ask her. “I’ve been taking pills since after my last period, oppa”, she says. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier”, you apologize to her, “I’m cumming inside you, okay, love?”. A few pumps later, you sense that you’re about to bust, so you lodge your cock as deep as you can in her pussy and open the valves. “Stay inside, oppa”, Xinyu says weakly, “God, so warm every time”.

You’ve spent your entire vigor fucking Xinyu, so now you feel weak. “Xinyu-yah, can I pull out now?”, you ask her. “You can, but before you do”, she says, “I want you to take a video of my pussy as your cum drips out of me, oppa”. You’re bewildered by her request, “can I ask why?”. “You’ve said multiple times how hot it looks but I don’t know what it looks like, and now I’m curious”, she answers. You look around the room, “I mean, sure, but where is my phone?”.

Thankfully (and conveniently enough), your phone is on the bedside table under the lamp, within arm’s reach. You open the camera app and switch to video mode, “I’m pulling out, baby”. You aim the camera at your cock as you’re pulling out, and it only occurs to you now how big of a cock it looks, especially on camera; no wonder Xinyu was intimidated and hesitant at first. After your whole shaft is out, you move your aim to record her pussy and wait until your cum starts spilling out of her. “Oh, that’s so thick actually”, you comment as you see your cum escape her pussy. “Yeah, your cum is always thick”, Xinyu replies, “now mute the audio and send it to me”. You fiddle with your phone for a moment and notify her that it’s been done, and Xinyu drops her waist onto the bed to rest.

“You and I are not finished yet, miss vice president”, you say as you lift and carry her on your shoulder. “You want to go again, oppa? You want to make me scream my lungs out this time?”, she says—Xinyu has this pure, innocent girl façade but she’s quite naughty actually. You chuckle, “I’m spent, love. What I meant is I want to help you clean up—stop being so perverted all the time, hon, damn”. “Aaah, oppa, why are you teasing me like that? It’s not my fault you’re so good at sex”, she complains while smacking your back playfully.

You make her sit on the toilet and kneel in front of her. “I’m good at sex because of you, love. You’re my first so I hadn’t the slightest clue about sex back then, but you patiently helped and guided me and here we are”, you tell her. You always mean what you say—well, 90% of the time—so Xinyu knows without a shadow of a doubt that your words are sincere. “You just fucked my brains out and now you’re talking like this, oppa?”, Xinyu says. She then takes a breath and starts her rant: “this is why I want to stay by your side, oppa. Imagine what it would be like for me if you left and then I got with someone else and because I’ve been so conditioned to hearing your sincerity and honesty, I couldn’t tell if my boyfriend was lying, and then—". You cut off her train of words with a kiss. “I understand, love. I want to stay with you as much as you want to stay with me—cross my heart”, you say to her with a smile. “There you go, son”, the angel makes a return and commends you, “you’ve finally remembered how important she is to you”.

You stand up and pull her into the shower, and then Xinyu pulls you into another kiss. “Your cock is poking me”, she giggles, “are you actually still horny? Want me to suck you?”. ‘Tis your turn to chuckle, “how can I not have a boner when you’re naked in front of me?”. She turns away from you and puts her hands on the wall, “One day, I’ll be naked for you 24/7 and just let you do whatever to me: play with my tits, cum on my face, shove your cock down my throat, et cetera”. You feel a rush of excitement in your head instantly, “um, can we do that next weekend?”. She lets out a laugh, “you can’t have enough of me ever, can you?”.

“No”, you say firmly, “I can’t. You’re just too hot”.

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bucks-babe · 1 year ago

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maybe angel!reader helping bucky thru a panic attack? like he thinks when he dies hes gonna suffer in hell for the stuff the winter soldier did and we calm him down and help him? u can add smut if u want but u dont have to !!

My Guardian, My Angel, My Love

Pairing: Bucky x angel!reader

Summary: For the first time Bucky gets to experience peace because of his sweet angel.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Angst?, actually a lot of angst, I don’t know how it got that way but it did, it gets happy though, fluff, smut (I can’t help myself), oral f!receiving, handjob, awkward sex talk, like really awkward, talk about heaven and dying, talk about life after death and immortality, angels based off of Supernatural but I changed a few things, blood, nearly dying, gunshots, reader doesn’t have a soul but can still love because I said so, reader knows when and how everyone dies but can’t tell them, reader has wings, 3rd person, age gap (reader is eons old), wings being a metaphor for sexual assault?, think Maleficent, no use of Y/N, so many emotions

A/N: This is not supposed to force any religion nor be an accurate representation of any religion. I din't go with panic attack, rather I had him almost die. I was feeling angsty

The moment Bucky’s knees hit the ground he knows it's over, that this is the end. He knew this was the way he would go out, on a mission, desperately trying to atone all his misdeeds. Tendrils of pain shot throughout his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. When his side hit the ground, he knew it wouldn’t be too long before he went, limbs feeling too heavy. He couldn’t hear Steve screaming for help, scrambling for anything to stop the bleeding.

What Bucky did hear though, was a ruffle, almost like a flock of birds flying by, then a figure he’d never seen before stood above him. She’s here to take me. It didn’t strike Bucky as odd that she was the only thing that was clear, the rest of his view blurry and unfocused. He tried to speak, he really did, but no words came out, the breath leaving his lungs not enough to push any words out.

The woman crouches down, hand cupping his cheek with such softness tears leave his eyes, wiped away by Steve in the quinjet who seemingly can’t see her. “Close your eyes, my love. When you wake up, I’ll be there.” Fuck, this is really happening. Fear coursed through his body, scared of what punishment his sins earned him. I deserve to go to hell for what I’ve done.

A guttural whine passes his lips; Steve chokes back sobs next to his lifelong friend. “Shh, none of that, now. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise. You can rest now.” All at once, the pain is gone. Bucky feels like he’s floating - it’s wonderful.

Bucky has no problem opening his eyes. What the fuck? This is hell? Well damn. The most wonderful sound meets his ears - a giggle, soft and delicate. “No, my love, this is not hell and you’re not dead.” She comes into view. She’s gorgeous. Wait, I’m alive! Apparently, Bucky says that last part because Steve’s gasp enters his ears.

“Yeah, Buck, you’re alive. Gave us a scare though, didn’t uh, didn’t know if you would make it.” Bucky doesn’t respond right away, too busy looking around for his mystery woman, only to be met with the walls of the med bay. “Hey, I’m right here, Buck, look at me.” It’s not the woman, rather it’s Steve.

“How long was I out? What happened?”

“A few days. It was touch and go for some time but you bounced back. When we were on the mission, Hydra had a sniper posted outside. He got you right in the stomach.” Bucky could hear the emotion in Steve’s voice, the fear of losing his best friend still leaving him shaken up.

“Well, they’re a pretty shitty shot if you ask me. Could have gotten one right between the eyes with one of those shit guns we got in the war.” Steve coughs out a laugh, turning into a belly laugh a few seconds later. Bucky would laugh with him, but the bullet wound in his abdomen says he shouldn’t. He still doesn’t see the woman, though. Maybe I just made her up.

A few days later, doctor Cho gives him the all clear to leave the med bay; however, he’s off duty for the foreseeable future and not any amount of his grumbling changed her mind. Still, Bucky hasn’t seen the woman. He feels a little crazy that he misses her, well crazier.

Slowly, he makes his way to his room. Steve offered to help but Bucky wanted to do this on his own, having been tended to his whole stay in hospital. He puts in his password on the keypad Tony installed when Bucky first arrived, when the fear that Hydra would come back and take him was too much to bear. His room is the same way he left it, except for a woman on his bed. Not just any woman though, it was his mystery lady.

Someone’s gonna have to put me in the cuckoo's nest. She laughs as if she can hear his thoughts. God, I hope not. “God has bigger things to worry about than such an inconspicuous fear as that, my love.” She sits up, facing him, the most beautiful smile gracing her lips.

“Can you hear my thoughts?” He feels like he already knows the answer, but asks anyway. If this woman is made up, of course she can read his mind. She just smiles and rises to her feet, walking over to him.

“What do you think, my love?” She tilts her head, a soft smile still resides on her lips. He feels so safe with her and she isn’t even real, just a figment of his imagination, a ruse to comfort himself in what he thought were his last moments. “I am very real, I’ll have you know.”

Bucky doesn’t know why, but he believes her. He believes this woman who showed up randomly on a field, who his best friend couldn’t see, and who disappeared without a trace. “How then? How did you do it?”

“Do what, my love?” She grabs his hand and leads him to the bed, helping him sit, finding a spot next to him.

“Save me, hear my thoughts, hide from Steve, disappear, get into my room, all of it. It’s not natural. Either you’re a ghost, or a mutant, or a reaper who was trying to take me. I don’t know, but you’re something.” Another laugh escapes her. He should be terrified of her, but he can’t find it in himself to be, her presence emanating calm.

“Well aren’t you a clever one? However, I’m none of those things nor did I save you. It just wasn’t your time yet. I’m an angel, though, to answer your question.” Bucky just stares, not believing her. This has to be a joke. “No joke, my love. If you want, I can prove it to you.” Bucky doesn’t even question why she calls him my love, the sound of it just too nice to stop.

Bucky just nods, words failing him. She rises to her feet, turning to stand in front of him. He hears them before he sees them, the same ruffle he heard as he lay dying. Then he sees them. A pair of dark wings coming from her back. She doesn’t spread them all the way, too big to fit in the small space of his room. “They’re black.” She throws her head back, a loud, beautiful laugh fills his ears.

“That was your first thought? You don’t like them? Personally I think they’re quite nice.” It was the first thing that came to his mind, the rest blank. Maybe he should have asked for more proof, but he knows she would never lie to him. He doesn’t know how he knows, he just does.

“I don’t know. I guess I just thought they’d be white. With the whole angel thing, you know?” She hums.

“There is a lot humans have wrong about us. I mean, plenty of us have white wings, but they come in many colors. If you can believe it, this isn’t even my true form.” Bucky is confused, she looks so real. A tangible human, someone he can touch.

“What is your true form then? Can I see it?” That’s a little personal to ask, dumbass.

“Well, that is a little complicated. Only one human has seen my true form and it didn’t go well. I thought she could handle it, but when she saw me, well let’s just say she couldn’t see from then on.” Bucky’s eyes widened, not expecting that answer. “Anything else you want to ask me?”

Her wings are still out, folded against her back. They look so soft. “Can I touch your wings?” Her wings shift slightly. If he wasn’t trained to observe everything and everyone, Bucky wouldn’t have known that she was uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t know-”

“That’s okay. An angel’s wings are very personal. They’re sensitive and even for an ethereal being, it's very personal - intimate.”Clearing her throat, she changes the subject. “I know your name, my love. Might I say, it’s very pretty, but you don’t know mine.” Bucky picks up on her attempt to move his attention away from her wings.

“What is it then? I can’t call you angel forever, however fitting it may be.”

“Well I don’t exactly have a name. I’m a cherubim. The only angels who have names are the archangels, the first borns.”

It was Bucky’s turn to smile.”My little cherub.” She doesn’t tell him that cherub is the plural of cherubim. Until this day, Bucky didn’t know that angels could get shy, yet here his sweet cherub is, shying away from his piercing eyes. He bets if he felt her face he would feel the heat on them. “I have to ask though, my little cherub, why did you come to me?”

She became serious, staring right into his eyes. “Because God commanded it.”

“What does God want to do with me? Out of all the people in this world, he chose me?” A pained look crossed her face and she walked over to him, kneeling in front of him like he was her God. Her hands ran up his arms, goosebumps rising at the pass of her hands. He almost stopped breathing - he could feel her hand on his left arm. He hasn’t felt anything with that hand since he fell of that train.

Hands still rising, she cups his face with both hands, making him look into her eyes. “You don’t think you deserve to be saved.” It wasn’t a question. She knew. “That is why he sent me. He sent me because you deserve it. You deserve to let go.” At that moment, Bucky broke down. Sobbing uncontrollably, somehow without pain in his fresh wound.

She pulls him into her, wrapping her arms around him. His face buried in her neck, arms clutching her back. She hesitates for a second, no one having touched her wings in thousands of years, yet she cocoons him with them, shielding him from the world. It only makes Bucky cry harder, her wings holding every bit of softness he thought they would. The comfort she brings unlike any other he experienced before.

Her arms rub his back as she coos to him. Soft words spoken into his hair. “Shh, my love, I’m here. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again. I will die before I let that happen.” The conviction in her tone sets him off more, unable to comprehend someone would do that for him without a second thought. A being, older than he can even fathom, is ready to give it all away for a mesley human. A speck of dust in her life. His entire existence no longer than a second when compared to hers.

That’s how it was for a while, Bucky’s sweet cherub staying with him. At night she would wrap her wings around him, keeping him safe. Bucky knows that her powers are the reason his nightmares are gone. At first he was glad that he could finally sleep, but then the guilt crept in. Why should he be allowed to forget the horrors he committed? Their families didn’t get that condolence.

When he told her this she wasn’t having any of it, wings jerking in annoyance. It was something that he picked up on, how when she experienced emotions her wings would move in different ways, always giving her away.

“I swear, my love, you’re going to make my wings turn gray with all this. I have lived a long life, longer than you can comprehend, so when I tell you that I have seen the best and the worst of this world, I mean it. And you, my love, are a good man. There is a reason God sent me to you.” Her wings surrounded him and he felt himself relax. “There is no quest to send you on, no mission that the world hangs in the balance of. It’s just you. A man who needs to see the good in himself.” Bucky hangs his head in shame, not meeting her eyes.

“You think your purpose is suffering for the things you couldn’t control? My purpose is to save you. My love,” she cups his face in her hands, wiping away the tears he didn’t know had formed, “I have done far worse things in my life. Horrific things, yet I’m here right now, with you. Please, let me take your pain away.”

None of this was easy for Bucky. No one has ever had their sole purpose be him. Back in the forties he took care of Steve, he stepped up when his father left. When he was no longer the Winter Soldier, Steve helped him, but Steve’s care never felt like this. Bucky knows that he’s fallen in love with her. He knows that she knows, but what he doesn’t know is if she feels the same.

What he doesn’t know is that she is fighting the same battle, the feeling of love is one she has never had before. It all came to a head one night, Bucky wrapped in her wings, her head on his chest. “Cherub?” She felt the vibrations in his chest.

“Yes, my love.”

“You said that we could be together for the rest of my life, right?” She did say that when he was worried that she would leave him after her mission was complete.

“I did.” One thing about her is that she never gave long answers to questions, not used to having to talk with humans.

“What happens when I die? Where will I go? I want you to be there with me.”

She sighed, thinking about how to convey her words properly. “When you die… you’ll go to heaven. It has already been decided. If you choose, when you go, I will be there with you for the rest of our existence, but you don’t have to make a decision now. My body will age with yours, follow you to the end of your life. When your time comes, we will leave and go to heaven where we will both be young again.”

Without hesitation Bucky answers, “I want that. I want you to be with me for the rest of eternity.” There was no doubt in his mind. Even though he met her a few months ago, he knew. “I have to ask, what is heaven like?”

She sits up a bit, shifting to lay on his chest, wings still cocooning them, keeping them in their own little bubble. “There is no one heaven. Not everyone who ever went there is in the same place. Heaven is made up of small pockets of personal heavens. People who lost their loved ones meet again, your happiest memories are relived, there is no pain or sorrow, you can have anything you want.”

Bucky felt the pull of his chest, emotion bubbling up. “Is my ma there? And Becca?” The words come out thick, a lump forms in Bucky’s throat. “Please, don’t lie to me.”

She looks into his eyes. “Yes, they are. They’re together and they’re waiting for you. I have seen them myself, right before I left to meet you. They talk very highly of you, my love.”

Tears fall from his face, the pain in his chest all the time at the greatest loss of his life eased slightly. “Can I talk to them?” He knows it's a long shot, but if there is a chance he wants it.

“I’m so sorry, my love, but I can’t. Even I don’t have the power to do that. If I could, I would.” A pained whine leaves his lips. “Hey, you know who is waiting for you too?” She waits a beat before speaking anyway. “Your dog from when you were a kid. He’s in his prime, always will be. His days are spent chasing rabbits around the yard.”

“Balto’s up there too?” A small smile graced his face, crows feet appearing by his eyes.

“Yeah. If it is any consolation, time passes differently up there. The longing you feel right now for them, they feel the same only it’s made easier by us.” Bucky only nods, staring into her eyes, seeing nothing but truth. His eyes flicker to her lips and back up. “You can, my love, I want you to.”

That was all Bucky needed to hear. Gently cupping her cheek, he guided her lips to his. There was no rush, no sense of urgency. They had all the time in the world and then some. Bucky never felt anything this good in his life and he was only kissing her. When she licked his lips, he opened mouth without a thought, brain clouded with love just for her.

He moaned into the kiss, the feeling of her tongue on his incredible. At his sound, Bucky felt her wings flutter under him. Breaking the kiss, he giggled. Bucky actually giggled. She reared her head back, slightly affronted by his laugh when she just kissed him.

“I’m sorry, my little cherub, it’s just that your wings tickled me.” She huffs and a second later, her wings are gone the only sign they were ever out is the small black feather on the bed. “No, cherub, don’t put them away. I love them.” She wasn’t really offended, but she wanted to tease him a bit.

Her wings were always out around Bucky, comfortable enough to reveal the most intimate and personal part of herself to him. He was the first human in thousands of years to touch them, but he was the only one to be wrapped in them. The only time they were touched was when a man cut them off her back. It was a time when she trusted humans, not knowing the atrocities they were capable of.

Her wings were white then, when she was pure and unknowing of the hate humans possessed. God crafted her a new pair. Of course she accepted them, but her feathers turned black, scared she looked to her father. When he said that it was because of the wrongs his creations did, it broke something in her, took away her purity, teaching her a lesson. Father never blamed her for it, he knew she would heal with time. It was part of the reason he sent her to the man she lays in bed with.

Bucky didn’t know this, he didn’t know how much she was betrayed by humans, only for her to trust him and him alone. She playfully glares at him before bringing her wings back out, sitting up on his lap. Gently, more gentle than he has been in years, Bucky reaches out to touch them. She lets him feel them whenever he wants, even wrapping him in them as he sleeps, but this was a completely different setting.

She was so vulnerable at this moment. Her wings flapped, a nervous tick of her’s, making Bucky pull away immediately. “Cherub, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” She swallows before meeting his eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to touch them. It’s just that only one other human has touched them. There was a time where I was naive and innocent, not knowing what humans were capable of.” She pauses and Bucky sits up, back against the headboard and laces his fingers with hers, feeling the softness on his metal hand.

“It was a man, he had a family, a kid and a wife. They struggled to survive, trading their valuables for a slice of bread. Father sent me to help them, take away their sorrows. Said he was an honest man trying to make an honest living.” Bucky senses where her story is going, hoping that it doesn’t end the way he fears, but the pain in her eyes is palpable, a human emotion angels almost never experience.

He waits for her to continue, not forcing her to speak. “At first, they were grateful, having everything they needed. They had their health, food on the table, but the man grew greedy. He wanted more. One day, as I was watching his child in a field, keeping her safe from the horrors of the world, he snuck behind me with a sword he got from a blacksmith, sharper than any blade. He-he cut my wings right off my back.”

Tears fell from her eyes, not having relived that moment for thousands of years. Bucky felt his heart physically ache. She was sent to heal him, but it was his turn to do the same. “You know, my wings used to be white?” She looks into his eyes, red with tears. “When he hurt me, Father took me back to heaven, crafting me another pair. They were white but when he gave them to me, they turned black.”

A whine leaves her lips and Bucky pulls her into him, careful not to touch her wings. “Oh, my sweet little cherub, I’m here and I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I’ve never felt as content as I have with you, never so happy and I will do anything to keep you safe. I love you, no matter what you have done, I’ll still love you.” This only made her cry harder. Human emotions were foreign to her, but spending so much time with Bucky caused her to develop them. It was almost overwhelming, going from not having anything to having so much fill her body.

“Father said that it was because the man took my innocence, showed me the evil of the world. I’ve never seen him apologize for anything, yet that day he was broken, realizing that his creations, even the ones he thought were good, are capable of unspeakable atrocities. They will never turn white again because I’m ruined.” Tears welled up in Bucky’s eyes. His sweet cherub thinking she is anything less than perfect breaks his heart.

“My cherub, you saved me, now let me do the same for you. Let me heal you like you have me.” Leaning back slightly, she took his hands in her own, drawing them up her waist to her back, moving them to touch her wings. At his touch, she gasped, eyes closing forcing more tears to cascade down her face. The feeling of his gentle hands, hands that have done so much harm, resting on the most violated part of her body was something she never thought would happen.

She didn’t know she could love until she met Bucky, finally placing a word to the indescribable warmth that spreads throughout her body every time she thinks of him. “I love you too, my love. Forever and ever, til you die, til the end of time, in heaven and on earth.” They were both crying, neither experiencing the tenderness of love before.

He brings her down, kissing her with as much passion as he possibly could, tasting the mixture of both of their tears. Her arms clutching onto him, trying to get closer. He did the same, one hand running across her wings like he was trying to wash away the taint of betrayal his kind caused.

Shifting on his lap, she feels the bulge of his cock, half hard pressed up against her. Gasping, she pulls away. “Cherub, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, it just-.” She silences him with her lips, drawing a groan from him, subconsciously grinding down onto him. “Cherub, we have to stop, I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re vulnerable right now, I can’t do that to you.”

Her hips stutter on his. “My love, I want to, I need to. Need to be closer to you, please grant me this.” His hands run up and down her sides, soothing the heat of her skin.

“Any time you want to stop, or don’t like something, you tell me. Okay? This is about me showing you how perfect you are.” She nods, kissing him one more time. Bucky’s hands slide up her shirt, resting on her soft skin, palms feeling the goosebump under his touch. Looking up at her for permission to take her shirt off, she nods.

Bucky did that with every piece of clothing, every move he made. Soon they were both naked, her wings splayed out on the bed, twitching in a way he never saw before - arousal. “My, my love, I have to tell you something.” He pulls his eyes away from her wings to look into her eyes. “I’ve never done this before. Angels, we don’t do this, I don’t know what to feel right now.”

Hands cupping her cheeks, he smiles at her, relaxing into his touch. “Do you feel safe?” She nods. “Do you feel like you have to do this for me?” She shakes her head. “Do you want me to please you?” She nods once again. “We don’t have to do anything with this,” he gestures to his throbbing erection.

“I want to, I just need you to show me what to do.” The thought that she trusts him enough to take care of her makes his cock pulse, aching for some type of relief.

“Let me make you feel good, okay? All you have to do is lay back and tell me how it feels.” She nods her head in understanding, worries slowly fading away. He kisses down her body, taking the time to swirl his tongue around his sensitive nipples, grinning at the small gasp it draws from his cherubs lips.

Going further down, his face is right in front of her pussy, smelling her intoxicating scent. “Keep your eyes on me, cherub.” She gulps. For a minute, Bucky just stares at her pussy, breathing her in, memorizing how wet she is before his tongue flicks out onto her clit.

“Oh, that feels good. Can you do it again?” She was so sweet, asking so kindly for him to deliver her pleasure.

“Of course I can.” And with that, Bucky dives into her pussy, restraining himself from devouring her. He groans into her cunt, already addicted to her taste, the moans she lets out are soft and breathy, yet it’s one of the most beautiful things he's ever heard, only competition being her laugh.

“My love, I don’t, what is happening to me?” Bucky pulls away from her cunt, reaching up to lace their hands together.

“Just let that feeling wash over you. It’s okay, I’ll catch you when you fall, I’m here.” He goes right back to her pussy, lapping her juices up, eyes boring into hers. She was twitching on the bed, hips bucking up to meet his tongue. Bucky chuckles when he sees her wings flap, not knowing what to do with the pleasure coursing through her.

Her orgasm comes as a surprise to her, never experiencing one before, nor knowing what they were. Her eyes shoot open, wings beating wildly, body almost convulsing on the soft sheets. Bucky pulls away, not trying to overstimulate her. He almost cums at the sight of her, it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

It takes her a while, but she comes down, wings falling limp on the bed as Bucky crawls up her body, resting in between her legs. “My love, what was that? I thought I was about to die.”

Barking out a laugh, Bucky leans down. “That was an orgasm, sweet cherub. How did it feel?” She whines, not able to put what she felt into words.

“Like nothing I have ever felt before. It was incredible.” Her eyes close. Bucky is perfectly happy to hold her, not caring about his own orgasm, but her eyes shoot open, wide and curious. “Can you have one, too?”

Another laugh leaves him. “Yes, cherub, I can. It’s a little different from yours though.” Her eyes squint in confusion, clearly not understanding what could be different. “Well, for one, what I have looks a little different to yours, doesn’t it?” She nods. Bucky never thought he would be giving “The Talk” to an angel, but here he was. “When I have an orgasm, stuff comes out of this tip, right here.” He grabs his cock to show her.

“Can I see it? How do I make you do that?” It was Bucky’s turn to be surprised.

“Cherub, you don’t have to do that.” Her glare is enough to make Bucky continue. “Um, there are a few different ways. I could put it inside of you, that feels good for you too.”

“In where?” Bucky huffs, not in annoyance, but this talk is turning him off. Not that he’s mad at that, but the conversation feels like talking to a child, someone who hasn’t experienced anything sexual and it wasn’t exactly turning him on, it felt wrong to have this talk naked.

“In this hole right under where I was touching you. There is another one under that, but it’s different from the other. Or your mouth, but also a hand. Pretty much anything that could rub against that area.” Bucky felt his cheeks heat up. His cock was going soft right in front of her eyes.

“Can I do one? I want to see you orgasm.” Her eyes were so bright and eager, he couldn’t say no to his cherub. He nods, only for her to glance down at his soft cock. “Why is it smaller now? I think it’s kind of cute.”

This has to be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to him. No woman has ever called his dick cute, or made a comment on its size when soft. He gets compliments on how big he is when he’s hard, but soft is a different story. He’s a grower not a shower. He has to admit, his encounter is damaging his ego a bit. “It gets bigger when I’m aroused, but if it’s not touched it gets softer.” He’s lying straight through his teeth, he can stay hard for hours without touching his dick.

“If you touch it, it gets big again.” She switches positions, having him on his back, resting between his legs, face right next to his cock. He feels himself twitch and she jerks her head in surprise, giggling at her own reaction. She begins to almost pet him, it feels good but not what he needs.

He reaches down, guiding her hand to gather the precum at his tip, slowly pulling it back down, tightening her grip on his dick. “Oh, wow, it’s getting bigger. It’s so hard.” Her amazement at something so simple as a dick getting hard is endearing.

Bucky grunts when he twists her hand. “I liked that sound.” Her words make him groan again, cock all the way hard. His hips buck into her hand and he lets her hand go, trusting her to keep her pace. It’s slow but firm, driving him insane. He wants her to go faster, harder, but this is about her, letting her discover at her own pace.

“Spit on the tip, it’ll make it easier to move.” She does so without hesitation. Bucky’s head flies back into the headboard, moaning at her soft hands working his cock. “Just like that, cherub, you’re doing so good. This feels incredible.” Bucky meant every word of it. Her hand honestly felt better than the full blown sex he’s had in the past. Maybe it was because he loved her with all his heart, or maybe it was because she was an angel, either way, Bucky didn’t have it in himself to care.

“You look so pretty like this, my love. I love this, making you feel good.” Bucky’s hips pick up speed, feeling his orgasm building up in the base of his cock.

“Cherub, I’m going to cum. Please keep going just like that.” She figures he means orgasm since he is jerking just like she was. The urge to make him orgasm was almost too much to bear, wanting him to show her how beautiful he was when he lets go. “Oh, cherub, I’m about to, oh fuck.” He moans long and loud, cum spurting out of his tip. She gasps at the force of it but doesn’t let up her pace. She had never seen anything more beautiful than her love in this moment.

He has to stop her, not knowing that he needed a break. “Love, I want to make you do that again.” She scoops some of his cum off his stomach with her finger and just stares at it.

“You can taste it if you’d like.” She eagerly licks her fingers, eyes bulging at his taste, dropping down to lick the rest of it off his body. “Come here, cherub.” He pulls her into a kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. He pulls the cover over their bodies, her wings instinctively wrapping around him.

“Thank you, my love, for always taking care of me. I was sent to save you, yet I feel that it’s the other way around.” Bucky doesn’t think so. He knows that she saved him. They fall asleep together and in the morning they will find that her wings are just a bit lighter than the night before.

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