#but i am having a good time like i adore these guys

[woozinhos]

can you write about joshua and pillow princess reader tysm i love ur works dont die 💕💕

Notes: hope you guys enjoy sorry I’m so distracted today I’m starting from the recent requests today tho! <3

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Joshua had always loved taking care of you, but he especially loved it when you were feeling lazy and wanted him to do all the work. He knew exactly how to please you, and he was more than happy to oblige.

He laid you down on the bed, a smirk on his face as he looked down at you. "My pretty pillow princess," he teased, running his fingers through your hair. "You look so tired already." You pouted up at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. "I am tired," you whined, making yourself look as cute as possible. "I just want you to take care of me, Josh."

Joshua chuckled and leaned down to kiss you. "Don't worry, I will," he promised. "I'll take good care of my princess." He began to kiss his way down your body, stopping to pay extra attention to your sensitive spots. He knew all the places that made you moan and squirm, and he took his time exploring them one by one.

As Joshua slowly pushed into you, he made sure to be gentle and careful. He knew that you were still sensitive from earlier, so he wanted to give you plenty of time to adjust to his size. He looked up at you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Tell me if it's too much."

"Shhh, it's okay," Joshua soothed, reaching up to stroke your cheek. "I've got you, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you." He continued to thrust into you slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled. He wanted to draw out your pleasure as long as possible, making sure that you were completely satisfied before he chased his own release.

Joshua wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he continued to thrust into you. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent as he nuzzled against you. His hands roamed over your body, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. He loved feeling your body pressed against his, loved the way you fit perfectly in his arms.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. "I love being inside you like this." Your moans grew louder as Joshua continued to thrust, his pace gradually picking up speed. He could feel you clenching around him, your body responding to his touch.

"You're close, aren't you?" he asked, his lips grazing your ear. "Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock like a good girl." Joshua sat up, holding your hips in place as he continued to pound into you. He loved seeing the look on your face as he took control, loved seeing the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"You're so beautiful like this," he praised, his grip on your hips tightening. "So perfect and submissive for me." Joshua couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, looking so comfortable and content beneath him. You were completely at his mercy, and he loved having you like this. He leaned down to kiss you again, his lips moving against yours hungrily. "You're so spoiled," he teased, his hips snapping against yours. "You know I'll give you anything you want, don't you?"

You nodded, too lost in pleasure to form words. You knew that Joshua would always take care of you, always give you what you needed. He smirked at your response, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He began to thrust harder, his pace becoming more erratic as he chased his own orgasm. "Cum for me," he commanded. "And then I'll fill you up." You couldn't hold back any longer, your body tensing up as you reached your peak. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him.

Joshua groaned as he felt you clench around him, his own orgasm following shortly after. He buried himself deep inside you, spilling his hot cum inside you. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. He gently stroked your hair, placing soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You always do."

Joshua chuckled as he pulled out of you, carefully rolling onto his side so that he was facing you. "My little pillow princess," he repeated, a fond smile on his face. "You really are spoiled, you know that?"

[christopherisfoive]

Cold Burn (Chapter 3)

!idol reader x Seungmin ; enemies to lovers

Word Count: 4.7k

Masterlist

Who starts a tour in the fall? Seriously. Who thought this was a good idea? It’s below zero, and I’m layered up to my neck like a human burrito.

I swear I’m a cold-blooded person. Is that a thing? Like, scientifically? Whatever.

Today was the beginning of my ongoing nightmare. Tour traveling started at 4:30 AM, which should honestly be illegal. We took two SUVs to the airport—one for us, one for Stray Kids. No forced small talk at an ungodly hour? Bless.

Fortunately, a certain someone (who shall not be named) ended up in their car instead of ours. Not complaining.

"God, is anyone else freezing?" Kat’s teeth chattered as she hugged herself, her cheeks already pink from the cold. She looked annoyingly adorable, and I hated her for it.

I smiled and snuggled up next to her, absorbing as much warmth as I could.

"You guys look like two penguins cuddling," Leah snickered, pulling her scarf up over her face.

The area of the airport where we waited was eerily quiet. No other passengers to weave through, no cameras flashing in our faces—just us, our managers, and security.

"Aren’t you glad we got here early?" Ari teased, pinching my cheek lightly. "Nobody to bug us. Especially you."

I huffed, grabbing her hand before she could do it again. "Thankful, yes. But something about this… it just feels like the calm before the storm."

Ari smiled, squeezing my hand. "No matter what, by the end of this, we’ll be different people. We’ll be experienced artists. Isn’t that exciting?"

I nodded absentmindedly, rubbing my thumb over the soft skin of her hand.

I thought about how lucky we were to have Ari.

I thought about it a lot, actually.

I glanced over my shoulder, eyes landing on the boys a few sections away. They were huddled together, wrapped in coats and buried in their own quiet conversations. Most of them had sleepy faces and grumpy pouts, a clear sign that 4:30 AM was too early for human existence—even for them.

And there, right in the center of their group, was Mira.

"Ladies, let's go. Boarding time."

Our managers started ushering us toward the attendants, guiding us to pull out our boarding passes and passports.

"I'm so sitting next to Y/N," Leah announced giddily, practically bouncing in place.

Kat raised a brow. "Yeah? Do you even have the seat next to her?"

Leah pursed her lips before latching onto my arm. "Yes…?" She obviously lied.

I laughed, letting her drag me down the ramp to the plane.

The plane was cold, the hum of the engines already lulling half the group into a dazed silence as we settled into our seats. Leah, as expected, had successfully talked her way into sitting next to me, immediately claiming the window seat before I could even react.

I rolled my eyes but let her have it, adjusting my seatbelt while she curled up against the side, her hoodie pulled up as she scrolled through her phone.

Across the aisle, Kat was flipping through a magazine, and Ari had already knocked out, her head leaned back against the headrest. Lucky.

I sighed, resting my head against the seat, and glanced over at the rows ahead. Stray Kids were scattered throughout the cabin, some with their hoods up, others already deep in their own worlds. Mira, of course, was near them, chatting quietly with Seungmin.

I clicked my tongue, looking away before I could focus on it too much.

"You should sleep," Leah mumbled, nudging my arm without looking up.

I huffed. "Easier said than done."

"Suit yourself. But don’t wake me up if you get bored," she warned before burrowing further into her seat.

I didn’t plan on it. Instead, I stared at the seat in front of me, my thoughts a tangled mess.

By the time we landed, my body was stiff and exhausted, a dull ache settling into my neck from sitting in one position for too long.

Stepping off the plane into the crisp autumn air, I pulled my jacket tighter around me, following the others toward the waiting company bus.

The bus wasn’t anything fancy—just a standard tour transport with rows of seats, overhead compartments, and tinted windows. Our luggage had already been loaded underneath, which meant the only thing left to do was figure out where to sit.

I barely had a moment to process my options before Leah grabbed my wrist. "Okay, where are we sitting?"

Before I could answer, a voice cut in.

"I’d sit fast if I were you. Looks like seats are going quick."

I turned my head just in time to see Seungmin slipping into a row near the middle of the bus, tossing his bag onto the seat next to him.

Of course.

I exhaled through my nose and chose silence, leading Leah to an open row near the back. As soon as I slid into my seat, I popped in my earbuds, staring out the window.

I could hear the others talking, voices blending together in casual chatter.

"This bus is nicer than I expected," Han mused, stretching his legs out. "I was prepared for the worst."

"What were you expecting? Wooden benches?" Kat teased.

Hyunjin let out a dramatic sigh. "Can we just take a second to appreciate that we’re finally on tour? I feel like we’ve been preparing for this forever."

"Yeah, until we’re all running on two hours of sleep and regretting everything," Changbin muttered, already slouching into his seat.

Laughter rippled through the group. I focused on the rhythm of the bus moving, keeping myself detached.

"Y/N, what about you?"

The mention of my name pulled me out of my own thoughts. I blinked, glancing toward the front where Chan had turned slightly in his seat, waiting for an answer.

"Huh?"

He smiled. "Excited for tour?"

I forced a small shrug. "I guess we’ll see how it goes."

It was the safest answer I could give.

Mira hummed from somewhere near the middle of the bus, her voice light. "You always have such a way with words."

I didn’t respond. I just turned my head back toward the window, watching as the city blurred past.

Some things were better left ignored.

The hotel was nice. Not over-the-top luxurious, but definitely better than expected. The lobby was sleek, the floors polished, and the soft cadence of instrumental music played over the speakers as we checked in.

We barely had time to take it in before our managers were already handing out room keys and running through the schedule.

"Drop your bags off, freshen up, and meet in the lobby in twenty minutes. Rehearsals start as soon as we get to the venue."

That was all we got before we were shuffled upstairs.

I barely had time to throw my stuff on the bed before we were back down, piling into the bus again—this time with less excitement and more exhaustion.

-

The venue was huge.

Stepping inside, I felt the familiar rush that always hit me before a big performance. Even empty, the sheer size of the stadium was intimidating. Rows upon rows of seats stretched up into the rafters, towering over the stage that was still being pieced together by crew members and staff.

"Alright, let’s get started!" One of the coordinators clapped his hands, calling for attention. "We’ll run through stage placements first, then we’ll move into individual group rehearsals."

I rolled out my shoulders, mentally preparing myself.

The first official tour day had begun.

The moment we stepped onto the stage, the energy shifted.

It wasn’t excitement—not yet. It was pure business. Crew members were adjusting lighting, staff running around with headsets, and groups were already being directed to their stage placements.

"Alright, everyone!" The stage coordinator’s voice boomed over the speakers. "We’re going to run through the transitions between performances first. This is a big stage, and we need to make sure no one’s running into each other like headless chickens."

A murmur of laughter rippled through the group, but we all knew this was going to be tedious.

I stretched my arms above my head, glancing around. Stray Kids were on one side of the stage, Stellar on the other, and Mira kind of placed in between.

Seungmin was, unsurprisingly, not looking in my direction.

"Let’s start with the finale lineup and work backward," the coordinator continued. "That way, you all know where you need to end up."

I moved to my assigned spot, adjusting my mic pack as I glanced at my members. Leah gave me a small, knowing smile, like she already sensed the tension in the air.

"Alright, let’s run it!"

The music kicked in, and just like that—rehearsal officially began.

The first run-through was already rough.

People were missing cues, stepping into the wrong places, and nearly colliding as we tried to work through the transitions. The stage was massive, but somehow, it still felt too crowded.

"Alright, reset!" The coordinator called, rubbing his temples. "Let’s take it from the second transition. And can you all try not to look like you’re lost?"

I exhaled slowly, rolling out my shoulders before moving back to my spot. I was trying to tune everything out and just focus—until I heard his voice.

"Try not to mess this one up, yeah?"

I didn’t even have to turn my head to know who was talking.

Seungmin.

He was a few feet away, adjusting his mic pack, looking entirely unbothered. His voice had been just low enough that only I could hear it, but the smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing.

I let the words hang in the air for a second, choosing silence over pettiness.

I had already wasted enough energy on him at the fitting.

So instead, I adjusted my earpiece, took my mark, and kept my eyes ahead.

Let him think he got to me.

I wasn’t giving him that satisfaction.

Or maybe....

"Yes, Mr. Two Left Feet."

I heard Han stifle a laugh next to me, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Seungmin’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before he scoffed. "Funny. I’d say the same to you, but that’d be an insult to my actual left foot."

I rolled my eyes, fixing my earpiece as the music started again. Han was still grinning, clearly entertained.

"You know, I should start keeping a scoreboard," he muttered under his breath.

I ignored him.

Let Seungmin think he won this round.

I had bigger things to focus on.

The next run-through wasn’t much better.

People were still missing placements, timing was off, and the stage crew was already looking frustrated as we kept resetting.

I exhaled through my nose, pressing my fingers to my temples while waiting for the next cue. One more round of this and I was going to actually lose it.

Then, just as I was trying to pull myself together, a voice too sugary sweet cut through the tension beside me.

"Y/N, you okay?"

I turned my head slightly, catching Mira’s perfectly concerned expression.

Oh. Here we go.

"Fine," I muttered, adjusting my mic pack.

Mira hummed, stepping a little closer. "You just look… tense. I mean, I get it. It must be a lot of pressure—especially with all eyes on you."

I stilled for half a second before forcing a small smile. "I’m good. But thanks for the concern."

She beamed. "Of course! We’re all in this together, after all."

I didn’t miss the way her eyes flickered just briefly toward Seungmin before shifting back to me.

Oh, she was enjoying this.

Before I could say anything else, the coordinator clapped his hands. "Alright! One last run-through before we break for now. Let’s get it right this time!"

Mira patted my arm lightly, like we were the best of friends. "Let’s do our best, okay?"

And just like that, she turned away, walking back to her mark as if she hadn’t just subtly dug her nails in.

I clenched my jaw, rolling out my shoulders.

I see.

-

I barely made it off the stage before dropping onto one of the folding chairs near the edge of the stage, exhaling sharply as I stretched out my legs. My entire body was sore, my head was pounding, and my patience had officially run out.

I wasn’t even thinking about who was around me until a bottle of water was suddenly held out in front of my face.

I glanced up to see Felix, offering it with one of his usual soft smiles.

"You look like you need this."

I sighed, taking it without question. "Thanks. I think my soul left my body somewhere between the second and third run-through."

Felix chuckled, sitting down next to me. "Yeah, that was… a mess."

I took a long sip of water, letting the coolness ground me. "That’s an understatement."

Felix sighed, twisting the cap off his own bottle. "You alright?"

It was a simple question. Not loaded. Not prying. Just Felix being Felix.

I rested my arms on my knees, staring at the stage where the staff was still adjusting props and setting up for the next group.

"I’m fine." A pause. "Just going through the motions."

Felix didn’t call me out on the half-truth, but I knew he didn’t buy it either.

Instead, he leaned back in his chair, letting the comfortable silence settle between us.

"It’s always a little rough at first," he said after a moment. "But once the first show is out of the way, everything feels more natural."

I nodded, tapping my fingers against my water bottle. "I hope so."

Felix smiled, bumping his knee against mine lightly. "You’ll be fine. You always figure it out."

I huffed a small laugh, finally feeling a little lighter.

-

Away from the lingering rehearsal chaos, Seungmin and Mira sat off to the side, their backs against a stack of equipment cases. The stage lights overhead cast long shadows across the floor, while crew members moved around, adjusting equipment and setting up for the next run-through.

Mira stretched her legs out in front of her, rolling her shoulders back with a sigh. "That was exhausting."

Seungmin scoffed. "Tell me about it."

Mira turned her head toward him, watching as he absentmindedly tapped his fingers against his knee. Her voice dropped slightly, taking on a more amused tone. "You’ve been good about keeping her in check."

Seungmin exhaled sharply. "I’m not ‘keeping her in check.’ I just call things how I see them."

Mira smirked. "And yet, somehow, those ‘things’ always happen to involve her."

Seungmin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

Mira leaned in slightly, her voice quieter now. "You don’t think she deserves a little push every now and then?"

Seungmin glanced toward the stage where Y/N was still sitting, finishing her water. She looked worn out but as guarded as ever—like she wouldn’t let anyone see how much today had gotten to her.

"She already makes everything harder for herself," he muttered. "She’s too stiff about everything. If she learned how to go with the flow, maybe she wouldn’t be so miserable."

Mira sighed, tilting her head. "Exactly. And that’s why we’re helping her. She needs to loosen up, right?"

Seungmin gave her a sideways glance. "Helping? That’s what we’re calling it now?"

Mira grinned, shrugging. "I prefer that over ‘messing with her.’ Sounds better, doesn’t it?"

Seungmin huffed a small laugh. "Sure."

Mira let the silence linger for a second before nudging him lightly with her knee. "You should lean into it more."

He raised a brow. "I already am."

"Not enough."

Seungmin studied her, his expression unreadable. "I thought we were keeping this simple."

Mira smiled sweetly. "We are."

She didn’t elaborate, but the look in her eyes said otherwise.

And Seungmin, whether he realized it or not, was already standing too close to the edge.

A loud groan echoed through the mostly empty stage, cutting through the lingering rehearsal tension like a knife.

"I swear, if we have to do another run-through, I’m going to actually pass away right here," Leah announced dramatically, stretching her arms above her head before collapsing onto the floor like a starfish.

Kat sighed, nudging her with her foot. "You’re so dramatic."

Leah flailed an arm. "I deserve to be. Do you know how many times I did the same move? I can feel my ancestors judging me."

Ari, who had been rolling out her shoulders, snorted. "At least you had the energy to do it. I’m ready to call it quits and we haven’t even done the actual show yet."

Han, who had been watching with mild amusement, leaned against a speaker. "You guys are acting like we just ran a marathon."

Leah shot him a glare. "Easy for you to say, Mr. I-Have-Endless-Energy."

Han held his hands up in defense. "Hey, I’m just saying—"

"Don’t," Leah cut him off immediately, sitting up. "I’m warning you. I’m one sarcastic comment away from losing my mind."

Felix chuckled from where he was lounging in one of the chairs. "Then maybe don’t waste your last brain cell flopping around like a dying fish."

Leah gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "Betrayal. Et tu, Felix?"

The conversation rippled through the room, shifting the energy from tense to lighthearted. Even the crew members looked a little more relaxed, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

Y/N, watching from the side, couldn’t help but let a small smile slip. It was moments like these that reminded her why she did this.

Even if everything else was a mess, at least she still had this.

Just as the laughter started to die down, the familiar clap of hands brought everyone’s attention back to the front of the stage.

"Alright, everyone, listen up!" One of the managers called out, clipboard in hand, already looking exhausted. "We’re going to go over tonight’s schedule one last time before you all start getting ready."

A few groans rippled through the group, but everyone straightened up, knowing this wasn’t something they could tune out.

"Doors open at 6:30. That gives us exactly four hours to finish soundcheck, do final rehearsals, and get through press content. After that, it’s hair, makeup, and wardrobe. You’ll be expected to be fully ready by 7:45, no later."

I exhaled slowly, already feeling the weight of the night settle in.

"And before I forget—Y/N," the manager continued, flipping through his notes. "We’re going to run through your solo stage after the group rehearsals, so make sure you’re warmed up and ready."

A few heads turned in my direction, but I just nodded, keeping my expression neutral.

I had known about the solo stage—it wasn’t a surprise. But now that the moment was actually here, it suddenly felt like another weight on my shoulders.

"Any questions?" the manager asked, scanning the group.

No one spoke.

"Good. Then let’s get back to work. This show isn’t going to run itself."

With that, the meeting ended, and the room buzzed with movement again. Some people started stretching, others went straight for water, and a few disappeared offstage for a quick break.

I stayed seated, gripping my water bottle a little tighter.

The first show of the tour.

And my first solo performance in front of an audience this size.

No pressure, right?

-

The dressing rooms were a mix of organized chaos—stylists running back and forth, makeup artists working quickly, and the chatter of last-minute conversations filling the air.

I had already changed into my stage outfit, but my mind wasn’t on makeup or hair—it was on footwork.

There was one part of my solo that still felt off, and if there was anyone who could help, it was Lee Know.

Spotting him in the makeup chair, I weaved through the room, dodging a passing hairstylist before stopping beside him. He glanced up through the mirror, arching a brow at my sudden presence.

"What’s up?" he asked, barely flinching as the artist continued blending product onto his face.

I exhaled, tapping my fingers against my arm. "That second half of my solo—the footwork in the transition. It still feels weird to me. Can I run something by you?"

Lee Know blinked once, then grinned slightly. "You’re asking me dance questions while I’m getting foundation put on?"

I shrugged. "Multitasking is a skill."

He chuckled, then nodded. "Alright, show me."

I took a step back, quickly marking out the section with my feet, focusing on the shift between steps that had been bothering me all day.

Lee Know studied me through the mirror, one hand resting on his knee as he watched.

From the corner of my eye, I caught movement on the other side of the room.

Seungmin.

Sitting on the couch, arms crossed, watching.

I ignored it, keeping my attention locked on Lee Know.

"It’s the placement of your weight," he finally said. "You’re setting your foot down too heavily, which makes the transition feel clunky. Shift your balance earlier, and it’ll flow better."

I nodded, running the move again with his correction. Immediately, it felt smoother.

"That’s it," Lee Know confirmed, pointing at me through the mirror. "Just keep your energy controlled. Don’t rush."

I exhaled, relief settling in my chest. "Got it. Thanks."

Lee Know smirked. "I accept payment in coffee."

Before I could respond, a voice from across the room cut in.

"You’re stressing over that?"

I turned my head, already knowing who it was.

Seungmin was still lounging on the couch, his expression unreadable.

"You’re overthinking it," he said, voice flat. "Just do it clean and move on."

I clenched my jaw but kept my tone even. "Right. Thanks for the insight."

Seungmin rolled his eyes, looking away like the conversation already bored him.

I refused to let him get to me right now.

I turned back to Lee Know, who was watching the exchange with mild interest.

"Coffee after the show," I said, picking up the conversation where we left off.

Lee Know grinned. "I’ll hold you to that."

And with that, I walked away—ignoring the fact that Seungmin was still watching.

-

The second the performance started, I knew something was wrong.

The first few beats of the song hit—and then cut out.

My heart stopped.

The audio in my in-ears flickered in and out, the instrumental disappearing and reappearing at random intervals.

No, no, no.

I kept moving, forcing my body to follow muscle memory, but the rhythm felt disconnected. I couldn't hear my members clearly, couldn't fully lock into the beat.

Panic clawed at my chest.

For a split second, I thought about looking offstage for help, but that would only make it worse. I couldn’t show uncertainty.

So I pushed through.

Every move felt hesitant, like I was a half-second behind where I needed to be. It was subtle, maybe even unnoticeable to the crowd, but I felt it.

I was off.

As soon as I stepped offstage, I ripped out my in-ears, my hands shaking slightly as I tried to process what just happened.

What the hell was that?

"You good?"

I turned to see Mira, tilting her head with mock concern.

"That didn’t look as sharp as usual. Are you feeling okay?"

I narrowed my eyes, something about her tone too knowing.

Before I could respond, Seungmin walked past, wiping sweat from his forehead. He didn’t even look at me as he muttered, "Maybe next time, don’t overthink it."

My fingers curled around the in-ears in my palm, grip tightening.

By the time we were out of the venue, showered, and back in normal clothes, exhaustion had finally settled in. The adrenaline that had carried us through the first show had crashed, leaving nothing but sore muscles and a desperate need for sleep.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet.

I leaned against the bus window, my fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns against the cold glass as I stared out at the blurry city lights passing by. The weight of the performance still lingered in my chest.

It wasn’t bad. It should’ve felt like a success. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been off.

My mind replayed the way my steps had felt out of sync, the hesitation in my movements. The in-ears.

I should’ve been able to hear everything perfectly—but I couldn’t.

I clenched my jaw, shifting slightly in my seat as I glanced around the bus. Most people were half-asleep, some with earbuds in, others whispering quietly to their seatmates.

From across the aisle, Mira caught my eye.

She offered me a small smile, tilting her head slightly, like she was waiting for me to say something.

I didn’t.

Instead, I looked away, forcing my body to relax.

Further up the bus, Seungmin sat with his arms crossed, staring at his phone. He hadn’t said a word since we left the venue, and yet, I could still feel his presence like an itch under my skin.

I let out a slow breath, shifting my gaze back to the window.

-

The bus pulled up to the hotel, and everyone filed out slowly, dragging their tired bodies through the lobby. The exhaustion was hitting full force now, but my mind was still spinning from the show.

I needed air.

As we reached the elevators, I turned my head slightly, spotting Lee Know a few steps away.

"Minho, convenience store?" I asked casually, adjusting the hood of my sweater. "I owe you."

He raised a brow, barely hesitating before stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, alright."

The others barely noticed as we broke off from the group, stepping out into the cool night air.

I wasn't eve sure what I wanted from the store. Maybe just a moment to breathe.

The cool night air was a welcome change after the heat of the stage, the exhaustion of the show still weighing on my body. The streets were quieter now, neon lights reflecting against the pavement as I walked beside Lee Know toward the nearest convenience store.

This wasn’t some deep, meaningful outing.

I owed him a coffee. That was it.

I pulled open the door, the soft chime ringing as we stepped inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the endless rows of snacks and bottled drinks.

"What’s your order, sir?" I asked, grabbing a canned coffee from the fridge and holding it up. "Or do I get to surprise you?"

Lee Know eyed the can in my hand before grabbing his own. "You’re lucky I’m not picky."

I smirked, tossing it into the small basket I had grabbed. "Look at me, keeping my debts in check."

We made our way to the counter, the only other customer a half-asleep student shuffling through the ramen aisle. It was the most peaceful I had felt all day.

Or at least, it should’ve been.

Lee Know leaned against the counter, watching me as I set our drinks down. "You were off today."

I stiffened slightly, grabbing my wallet. "I still delivered."

"I didn’t say you didn’t." He shrugged, tapping his fingers against the counter. "But you weren’t comfortable out there."

I sighed, swiping my card before grabbing the plastic bag from the cashier. "My in-ears were cutting out."

Lee Know hummed, taking his drink from the bag. "That explains it."

I frowned. "Explains what?"

He popped the tab open, taking a sip before answering. "Why you didn’t trust yourself."

That was the part I hated most.

I knew how to perform under pressure. I had done it a million times. But tonight? I had hesitated.

"No one noticed," I muttered, mostly to convince myself.

Lee Know arched a brow. "No one except you."

I didn’t have a response for that.

The two of us stepped back outside, the cool air wrapping around me as I tightened my grip on my drink.

"Fix whatever’s messing with you before it actually gets bad," Lee Know said, stretching one arm over his head. "Because if you keep letting it sit, it’s gonna eat you alive."

I let out a slow breath, watching as he started walking ahead toward the hotel.

I wasn’t sure what irritated me more.

The fact that he was right—or the fact that I already knew it.

Taglist: @victoriaaf @mirophobic @littlewolfieposts

[nobodybetterlookatme]

The love/hate relationship with my coworkers is so real lmao like why are they like this

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[noxious-fennec]

It's pomegranate season :)

A redraw of this piece from around a year ago

[cuteniaarts]

Hey 🗑️🔥 gang (@katkastrofa @rokurookajima @shadelorde)…

Heard you guys like feral women 😏😏😏

[hana-bobo-finch]

spent the evening drawing a little something to commemorate my first time playing hollow knight

just entered greenpath and I LOVE the ambiance of it, i really couldn’t do it justice here

[lynne-monstr]

seimei: it's not like we'll ever see each other again bye seimei: lmao can't believe you showed up after what you said

[my-current-obsession]

My hyper-specific type when it comes to otome guys:

- Absolutely pathetic - Cannot speak to a girl normally to save his life - Tries to be calm/aloof, but turns tsundere when flustered enough - A good and pure man at heart, yet does some questionable things - ...Little Red Riding Hood???

[phinjeet]

* i miss lou uglydollz so bad itz terrible 4 me rn …..

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

does anyone else worry they're going to get their Introvert Card revoked if they admit they don't constantly long for isolation

(does anyone then question why that worries them?)

[bmpmp3]

the epic highs and lows of trying to read an ongoing shounen manga

[cathymee]

ok crazy how gary valenciano actually started out in the 80s as well and was already dubbed the mj of the philippines by that time. literally rose to fame by '82-83 just as mj began soaring to new heights of stardom

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt my nuggets again. Explodes them.

[toji-bunny-girl]

bartender toji fucking the living daylights out of us after a nasty breakup ? also have a nice day

ON THE H★USE !!

#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆 ⟢ bartender!Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader #𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 ⟢ riding the hot bartender after a break up is the least expected thing you’ll ever think of #𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⟢ alcohol, pet names, foreplay, fingering, teasing, grinding, pre-cum, no protection, creampie, car sex, nipple play, squirting, size difference, big dick toji papa, alpha toji with xxxxxxxxl dick, multiple orgasm, one-sided drunk sex (?), power play, I’m so lazy to do tags, who even reads content warnings tbh #𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵�� ⟢ 4k #𝑨/𝑵 ⟢ don’t let this flop guys I spent way too much time on this when I should be studying for my exam 😭

“Plus, he literally had to beg me to act like I was cummin’ when he stuck his sorry excuse of a dick in me!” your eyelids hung heavily over your eyes as you exclaimed, brows shooting down in a frown. “Get a load of that guy, am I right?”

“He doesn’t pay for your stuff, and he can’t fuck good?!” Toji teasingly mirrored your tone as he manoeuvre behind the bar, uniform taut from the way he natchly flexed his arms; the bottles clinking as he worked deftly to craft out the beverage you ordered. “What a man.”

It has been 2 hours since you’ve been rambling on about your ex-boyfriend, and the ravenette felt like he’d known this stranger for years—all of his secrets and traits aired into his ears. Albeit, it was getting a bit boring, with the same repeated stories tumbling out of your voluble mouth. But still, he enjoyed chuckling at your adorable insobriety, fuelled by drunken mania. 

“Here you go, princess,” a small tug lifted the ends of his scarred lips when your eyes patently glimmered at the newly served alcohol. “It’s the last I can give you, we’re closing…” Toji’s eyes momentarily flickered to his watch, “in 7 minutes.”

“Oh, okay!” you deliriously yawped, downing the beverage into your liqueur-brimmed system before handing him your card, which you aimlessly threw at him, not even lucid of your motions. “Just swipe it.”

Toji simply brushed it off, taking it towards the other side of the counter. He's used to unintentional antics like yours, as long as the tab was paid off he has no problem with them. 

15,900 yen. 

The digits flashed past his eyes like stars, igniting a luminous glint in his dark emerald orbs. Hell, was it a sum to casually splurge on at some mid-high bar? He’s got a pretty girl with probably an equally pretty amount of personality in her wallet, sprawled on the bar top wailing about her broken heart. 

Oh, how he would love to play saviour. 

“Here, princess. Time to go home,” he tapped your card onto the counter after the successful transaction. His gruff voice was low as you drifted further from your haywired consciousness and towards a delicious drowse. You didn’t move when he neared your face, attempting to marshal up your scattered coherence by calling into your ear. 

Toji sighed as he leaned back onto his feet, and crossed his bulky arms, pondering the ways to get you out of the otherwise empty bar. 

It was 12:58 am and the other inebriated customers had gone out by themselves or with their friends dragging them along. Except for you, softly snoring on the sticky counter. 

His coworker shrugged at him when the ravennette glanced at the shorter male for help. “Just get her out of here. I’ll clean up the rest, and you owe me this one,” always so kind—how Toji wished he could smooch that man right then. 

“Thanks, man,” Toji’s eyes curved in moon crescents, before settling his sight onto your dozed frame. His finger pressed against your temple, and your head lolled to the side in suit of a light push; a trail of drool slipping past your plump lips. You were completely and utterly out of it, huh?

Grasping onto your arm, the male lightly shook you awake, the warmth from his calloused palm stimulating your nerves vivified. “Hey, Mr. Bartender…” you had an uneven smile on your crooked lips, sleepiness bubbling into the air with every laggard blink as you breathily chuckled. “Are you gonna bring me home?”

“I don’t know about that, princess,” his tone was syrupy sweet and it licked the ends of your lips upwards into a velvety grin. “But we gotta go now. Come on,” Toji’s hands came to yours, gently pulling you off of the bar stool. You followed after his guide, slipping your card into your pocket before frisking behind him like a lamb to the door. 

The burly male turned to his wrist after the door swung close in the wake of your exit, checking his watch; it read 1:04 am. The train station is closed and it’s going to kill his conscience if he leaves you by the streets like he always does with intoxicated male customers. He has no idea where you stay anyway—best to call a friend of yours to take you home. 

“(Y/N)?”

A grating, vexatious voice called. The two of you swivelled your gaze to the source to find your cheating, insipid creature of an ex with an arm thrown over some chick’s shoulders, chortling at the unstable mess you were. Your eyes were puffy and tumid from the hours of crying slash ranting session, and you were anything but lucid from the way you looked. 

How fucking lucky.

“What you got going on here? Getting kicked out of a bar?” your ex taunted, nearing his face to yours as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Y-You…as—”

“Have the lady some of her space, buddy,” Toji’s authoritative voice prevailed over yours as he pushed the male away, rendering him to helplessly stumble backward into a fall. The woman in his arm hid her giggle with a gasp before helping his fuming ass up, his face beet red from his ignominious tumble. 

“Who are you?” he barked, eyelids flying open to show the hidden whites and teeth bared in belligerence. 

“A man who can make her cum, without begging her to fake it,” the woman burst into a half-concealed snicker when the ravennette broke the air with his unanticipated words. Your face grew to be saturated with ardent red, from both the intoxicant that coursed through your veins and the sentence you thought you had heard.

“I call it bullshit,” your ex spat with his upper lip pulled up in disrelish. There’s a flash of humiliation in his glare—he knew Toji seemed better than him and it killed him to know you’ve got suitors who are way out of his league. 

“It’s true,” you tapped Toji’s metallically stiff chest with a twisted, satisfied smirk on your rat-arsed face. “He toootally didn’t just stick his dick in me and call it a day, y’know?”

“Fucking whore.”

“What d’ya say?!” you screeched, ready to pounce on the asshole. “I sent you to the ER once, and I’ll do it again!”

“Alright, that’s enough, princess,” Toji tenaciously held onto your arm, and you’re stuck by him even without him using much strength. “We don’t want you dirtying your hands, do we?” 

A nasty shove met the male’s chest, knocking the air out of his lungs when he hit the ground. It was merely a fraction of Toji’s force, and it already had the male choking to breathe on the ground. 

“Speak to her like that again, and it’s not going to be just a push,” you could hear the rise of a dour, serrated threat in his tone, and it begot the asshole to cower back in trepidation. 

Pussy, Toji grimace. Albeit he was no saint himself but he absolutely despises the ilk of guys your ex filtered into—boisterous and a bully to women, yet nothing but a trifling mutt in front of men.

A tug of his arm, and your limbs wrapped around his wretched him out of his state of visceral contempt. “Take me home!” you ineptly exclaimed, a gruntled grin on your adorable, roguish face. 

Briefly riveting his baleful gaze onto the splayed male on the bitumen, Toji steered you uphill towards the parking lot as you clumsily tottered aside him. 

The encounter with the small-dick fucker sure rendered him more understanding of your evening of outburst. Plus, for you to be cheated on that piece of work was truly the icing on the cake. “Poor you, huh?”

“Forget ‘bout him! You were so cool I almost cummed right there and then,” you teasingly giggled as you peered at him through your heavy eyelids. 

Fuck—it’s no good for you to be saying that with that look on your face. 

His eyes rest ahead the road as you soon come to near the bright red C8 Corvette the woman he’s estranged with had previously gifted him, the car standing out amongst the parked vehicles like a sore thumb. 

Your eyes scintillated in awe when the car luridly flashed and beeped in the night, “That’s yours?!” you cried aloud, frisking all the way to the car, before stumbling over thin air and nearly jolting forward into a fall. Luckily, Toji was quick enough to catch you by your arm, saving your knee a painful event of bloody excoriation. “Oopsie daisie.”

Cute, Toji chortled. 

Jumping into the vehicle, the potent roar of the engine cut through the midnight air after you’ve settled neatly in the passenger seat, the only thing missing was the safety belt that was supposed to secure your form. Reaching to your side, Toji’s hand briefly brushed over your exposed thigh, the hem of your short dress riding up to merely cover your panty. 

A soft, almost inaudible noise fled your lips, and his eyes laid on your face, the faint, intimate gold beam from the street lamp illuminating your glowing features. Your orbs were luminous through the dark, and it roused an innate lasciviousness that lay dormant in his core. 

The liquor that flowed through your blood vessels had not quelled through the lapse of time, but it did not take away your clarity to feel the tension that electrified the air molecules into sweltering magnetism. And gosh do you want to snatch the constriction in the atmosphere and tear it through your canines. 

“Touch me,” you whispered, so soft and vulnerable Toji could seemingly snap you in half with just a touch. 

“You’re drunk, princess,” he reminded, yet he remained unshifted over your smaller frame, his hand merely a molecule from your tempting flesh that sang for his warmth. 

“No,” you were firm. Something in you purled, bubbling a heavy, demanding need to have him devour you. “I want you,” your breath was hot, scorchingly so; airy and desperate. 

“You want me?” his hand fell to your wrist, grasping your soft skin under his heavy hold, and guiding you over to his seat, straddling his lap. His gaze cut through your eyes, daubing pressure against your jumbled nerves, his intensity threatened to slice through the silky jugular of your vulnerability. And you nearly moaned under his eyes.

You gingerly nodded at him, and you thought the knit between your brows was enough to speak for your neediness. 

His grip on your wrist tightened a fraction before you missed the heat radiating from his palm. “Careful, princess. You might regret this,” he had paved a way out, it’s a leave it or fuck it situation served beneath your fingertip—and all the atoms in your body leaped into the growling blaze in the abyss residing in his essence. 

“Please,” your voice was barely a note above a mumble, yet the weight of your single word mitigated any marshalled resistance in him. 

His hands slid up your thighs, inching under your dress, sending tingles to your throbbing core. The intensity that radiated from him ceased to waver as he leaned against your neck, brushing against your skin as you gulped. Dark, ashen clouds drew above the emerald forest of his before he spoke, almost threateningly against your throat, “I want you to remember every single detail of this in the morning.”

With a breathless nod, you had swung the floodgates of your amenability open to his guttural thirst. The heavy, rapacious waves of your desires crash into superposition. You were the fuel and he was the fire, together the air detonated into space. 

His wet lips met yours in a whim, sucking onto your flesh until it stung, greedily tasting every crook and cranny of your wet cavern with the bumps of his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as your hands flew to clutch onto his head, deepening the kiss to reach his insides while his rough fingers sank into the plump flesh of your ass. 

Your lips burned with his saliva, and his tongue fluttered with yours. The atmosphere felt all-consuming, gripping onto your throat and restricting the air from flushing down your windpipe. Yet, your core pulsed between your thighs, an excited blaze slowly roaring into something bigger than you could handle. 

Your chest rose and fell in a quick tempo when you snatched your lips away from his, grasping as much air as you could within a second before you dove right into him. Albeit your sight was hazy, you caught sight of the luminous flush that panned over his cheeks. 

Pretty, pretty. You chanted in your head as your hands slid down to his clothes, clumsily popping the buttons off of the garment that kept the warmth of his skin away from your touch. You want him, you want him. 

Your fingers nearly melted when they met his hot, sinewy chest, and Toji’s teeth sank a little too hard into your bottom lip when you teased his nipples under your touch, innervating them hard with every flick. The salient bulge in his pants rolled against your folds, merely separated by an annoying piece of your underwear, and your moans jumbled into each other’s mouths

“Fuck, princess. You’re driving me crazy,” Toji breathily groaned when your sloppy lips sundered apart, a hot string of mixed saliva connecting your swollen, red lips together. His large hands lifted your ass up into the air as he palmed them, the warmth from him sending a snuggly sensation through your body. “It’s no fun when only you get to tease.”

Your eyes playfully gleamed, before the light shot out of the crater of your orbs—his finger pressed against your sodden panty, damp with arousal. The tingles shyly reached through your belly as he rubbed your hardening bud, and your body shuddered against his. 

“You’re not playing fair,” he murmured against your jaw, leaving trails of bruised kisses down your jugular. His hand left your heat just as the high came close to your clutch, leaving you with nothing but the lingering cold touches of his. 

With a defeated sigh, you ground your knee against his growing hardness, your finger shyly rubbing against the clothed tip of the constrained mount, the spot slowly growing dark from amativeness. 

Toji sunk deeper into the headrest as you touched him, his exposed chest ceaselessly rising and falling. His breath hitched in his throat when you twirled his sensitive nipple between your fingers; your heated exhales warming the side of his neck as his grip almost painfully firmed onto the fat of your ass. 

You didn’t allow his peaking orgasm to come through, forcing yourself off of his sore, throbbing erection, and your teeth bared into a dirty smile. “I am playing fair.”

“You want to test me, princess?” he chuckled, the bassy timbre of his scratching the knot of an itch inside your ears. A gasp leaped out of your throat as your body jolted forward, his seat clicked backward to its maximum taut, “I’ll make you cry for more.”

You found your back nestled in his stead, your thighs spread open with his calloused hand slipping down your supple flesh. His fingers tapped nearer and nearer to your heat, before slipping off your soiled panty. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” Toji sucked an inhale through his teeth as he leered at your dripping sex—thick, rough thumb fluttering friction on your clit once again. Your eyelids flitted shut as you softly moaned against the air, the smell of your arousal filled the confinement of the car; the scent nearly making him growl when it panged hard against his nostrils. 

You watched as Toji slipped a thick finger into your velvety folds, feeling it trodding past your walls. Your heat snugly enveloped him as he filled your inside with another digit, his two fingers pressing, and running themselves over your slick cunny. “Gotta stretch you good for me, princess.” 

Your back inched into the seat with a contented sigh, enjoying the build-up of ticklish pressure stacking up your tummy. Toji was ridiculously dexterous with his fingers—deftly stroking your cunt, and quick to find the spot in you that innervated your pure senses with a ting. 

“S-Shit—” your body was subservient to his touches; your spine curved into an arch, your toes curled tight and your fingernails dug into the flesh of his arm. “M’feel so good. Toji—fuck,” it was as if his fingers were gilded in Eros’ heavenly blessing, the godly grace spilling into your pleasure. Tears began prickling at the sides of your eyes from how hard you were squeezing them, your flailing legs kicking against the dashboard of his car. 

“So pretty when you cry,” Toji groaned under his breath, his damp restraints painfully throbbing from the way your squelching walls tightened around his fingers—oh, how he fucking wish it was his cock in you right there and then. 

His touches were singing your walls into melting squirts of drool, pearls of arousal weeping between your thighs in the wake of his careful strokes. Never were you touched in such a way, and you felt like balling from how good it felt. “M’ close! M’gonna cum! Oh my gosh—!”

“Come on. Cum for me, princess,” you could hear his smirk in his voice as pleasure kissed your senses, fluttering through your electrified nerves and sending a jolt of tingles all over your body. Your mouth was lax open into an ‘o’, nails marking his skin as they sank deeper into his arm, and your walls tightly spasmed with a wave of rough euphoria cracking your bones weak. You fucking came from his mere fingers. 

Your eyes bat open with your lips sundered from your pants, your face ardently glowing from your subduing high. “Fuck…” your wet thighs quivered from the sheer force of your orgasm, and you blinked in disbelief. 

Over 2 decades of living and it was the first time cumming from a real man, not your fingers nor toys. But the brawny, sex-dripped male slipping your dress off of your spent body. 

You almost fell in love. 

Pushing him down the driver’s seat, you crawled over Toji’s firm thighs, running your finger from his chest to his muscle-packed abdomen, then down to the wristband. You were flickering to take charge, and he sank down to your guidance, rough palms resting on your hips. 

Your dress was off, divulging the bare curves of your body, sweat-glazed skin iridescent under the moonbeam and your sex-flushed features were begging for him. You look so, fucking, perfect that he had to bite down the need to ruin you on the spot. 

His hips impatiently thrust upwards into your sticky cunt, grinding his pack against you, urgency in his essence demanding your heat. “Don’t keep me waiting now,” he purred, with a silent warning tagging behind his words. 

Your fingers tugged the waistband of his pants along with his briefs, a drive in you matching his pacing hastiness. His shaft sprang out of its painful confinement, and your eyes nearly popped out from the sheer look of his cock. 

He was oozing with sticky pre-cum from his angry, red tip, throbbing veins ran from the base of his length to the curved head—the size of him bigger than any you’ve seen. The smell of his masculine essence hit your senses and a new pool of arousal began drawing in your tummy, your pussy walls squeezing in empty neediness.

“There’s no backing out now, princess,” Toji’s fingers firmly gripped onto your ass, lifting you over his cock, hovering.

“Who said I’m backing out?” you gulped, before lowering yourself down, his fat cockhead kissing your pussy lips before your hips greedily sank down his length, oblivious to the crackle of tingles it would send to your nerves.

“Careful there,” he teased with a chuckle as you let out an instinctual gasp from the way his girth stretched past your velvety walls, the slick sound of your arousal-dripped cunt, and his heavy shaft bubbled into the air, and scorched your cheeks red.

“M-My gosh…” you cried as your hazy gaze fell to the bulge jutting from the inside of your tummy, your walls taut with his heavy cock buried inside you. “I’m s’full, Toji.”

“Mhm,” he cooed, brushing his hands over the sides of your smooth thighs. “But you gotta start moving, baby.”

Gingerly, you lift your hips up before slowly inching them down his length. Your walls clenched as your sex rubbed friction, and you could feel every pulsing vein of his just as he could feel your fluttering warmth.

“Feel good, princess?” Toji asked breathily, your head faintly nodded, but there was a hint of a dubious glint in your fallen gaze, your knees lifting and sinking your weight.

“I need your help…” your voice cracked in disappointment as you paused, tears of frustration edging by your eyes. You couldn’t seem to grasp a steady pace no matter how long you painfully rode.

“What d’ya say?”

Your orbs looked as though they were melting off of your sweat-glazed skin, blinks of fervourish plea clawing from your drunken gaze into his. “Please, Toji,” your voice hitched, and you’re humping his pelvis. “Please…I want to feel good.”

Aww. How fucking adorable.

You yelped when you felt yourself being raised and slammed down his cock, your folds burning with every stretch of your walls. And it feels so good. “Y-Yes…” your eyes closed shut, fingers scrambling to grip his locks. “T-Toji—mhaa!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cute screaming my name,” the curve of his tip perfectly kissed your g-spot with each piston of his hips, and every time the twitching head of his meat met your gummy part, it sent a flash of electricity up your spine.

“S-Sho good—” you slurred through your words, weighed head lolling idly to every thrust of his fat cock.

“No one can get you dripping off their cock like this, huh?”

“Mmh—yes!” the space between your brows was crumpled into a tensed frown, your hips bouncing up and down his thick girth with his hands guiding your pace. “I love it! I love your cock!”

Toji let out a low groan when you cried, bucking himself deeper into your sloppy mess of a cunt and kissing the surface of your cervix. “Fuck—I love an honest girl.”

Your muscles nearly melted off of your bones as he continued to fucked himself deeper than you’ve ever felt, reaching the parts you didn’t know could be touched and your features dropped with his touches on your deep intimacy. A fierce sear of heat burned through your tingling womb, and it threatened to consume your body whole. “M’ cummin’! Toji—!”

“I know, I know, let it out f’me. Come on,” he grunted, keeping his grip firm on your arms as he fucked himself hard and deep into you. He could feel your squelching cunny clench, so tight as for the purpose of milking him on the spot. “Keep bouncin’ on my cock, yeah?”

“Nngh—No more!” you squealed. “N-No—” his thumb drew between your shaking thighs and greedily swiped over your blushing clit. Your fingernails sank into your palms as you gripped for dear sanity, his cock continuously violating your fluttering spots until they grew sore.

“I can make you feel better, princess,” he mumbled tinglingly against your neck, sinking his teeth down your flesh to hold back a shaky moan. His pleasure was inching to fly to release, and your tight clutch onto his shaft was nothing but a catalytic lure.

“S’ hurts—please!” your babbles were almost indecipherable as he rammed into your sore cunt, his fingers digging into your soft flesh holding onto you tenaciously; pushing you right to the edge of oblivion as he clung onto his nearing release.

“Cum f’me again, baby?”

“M’can’t! Still sensitive—!” you cried before another orgasm shot through your core. You felt as if you were sent up into the ether, stars teeming through your body as the waves of pleasure sent you on a vertigo ride. Your gasps dragged through your lips, your eyelids hung heavily over your bleary eyes, with tears slipping down your hot cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—M’close too, baby,” Toji swore through his bared teeth, his cock painfully twitching as thick semen surged through his tip—his hips rolled as your cunt squeezed his remaining sanity, popping them like fireworks before they burst into nothingness.

Your essence squirted out of your tensed cunny, shooting with his mixed cum that dripped down his belly. Your breaths shaky and hot with heightened senses, your sticky sex pulsing in overstimulation.

Exhausted, you fell prostrated on top of his hard muscle-built body, head undulating with the ups and downs of his heaving chest. And slowly, your cognisance drifted back into your mind, the aftermath of everything—the alcohol and the sex, pummelled into you like a heavy truck. Unforgivingly so.

“Toji…I really feel like pukin—”

© toji-bunny-girl ― all rights reserved. do not modify, translate, plagiarise or repost my work

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Me, You, and Baby, Too

Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.

Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also 🤷🏼‍♀️), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant

A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! 🤪 Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) 🤠 ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen

There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:  

“Good.” 

“Fine.” 

“Long.” 

“My knees are killin’ me.” 

“Tommy did somethin’ fuckin’ stupid again.” 

“Better now that I’m home with you.” 

So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone. 

“Hey, honey. How was your day today?” You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you. 

“Pretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.” 

You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didn’t drop it in shock. 

Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.

Not floor plans. 

Not timelines for the project.

Not something stupid that Tommy did. 

Not even what he had done today on the job. 

The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby. 

You and Joel had always agreed that you’d wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didn’t want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, you’d both know it. 

But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldn’t help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day. 

You’d brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasn’t the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay.  

But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies weren’t just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too. 

“Awh, really?” You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him. 

“Yeah.” He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, “The family we’re startin’ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadn’t had time to work on fixin’ things.” 

“So they’re already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?” You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass. 

“Cheap labor.” Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, “Nah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runnin’ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilin’ and laughin’ at everything.” 

You were glad Joel’s arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasn’t, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby. 

“Well a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.” You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest. 

“Yeah.” Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke. 

“You okay?” You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out. 

Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out.  

“Honey, what is it?” You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin. 

“I want one.” 

You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said. 

“W-what?” 

“I want one. A baby. I- I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked about it, but I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot, and seein’ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldn’t stop picturin’ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.” 

If you weren’t a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now.  

An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality. 

“Joel… Really?” 

“Yeah, really. Nothin’ I want more. I know I ain’t gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know you’ll be sucha good mom, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want some tiny lil versions of us runnin’ around. Couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ain’t talked about in a while, and if ya aren’t ready yet that’s okay but I-” 

Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear. 

You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin. 

“You wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?” 

“Fuck-” Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.

“‘Cause there’s nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.” You smirked, looking up to watch Joel’s eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ-” He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. “You- fuck, you sure, baby?” 

“Mhmmmm. Don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,” you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, “that I think we should go make one right now.” 

Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness. 

Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs. 

You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans. 

He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby. 

“Jesus Christ, baby girl, look at ‘cha.” Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. “Haven’t even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlin’?” 

Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation.  

“F-fuck- It’s all for you, b-baby.” You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants. 

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen.” Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. “Wants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?” 

“P-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.” You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs. 

“I will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure you’re nice n’ready for me. ‘Cause once we start, I ain’t lettin’ you outta this bed ‘till I knock you up.” 

With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only- 

To get you pregnant.   

Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic. 

You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm. 

“J-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, I’m c-close. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joel’s fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line. 

With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami. 

As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good. 

Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didn’t stop. 

Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way. 

As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms. 

Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldn’t think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted. 

“J-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.” 

You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joel’s cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache. 

Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you. 

“Please, what, darlin’?” Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for. 

“Need to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.” You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck. 

With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix. 

Joel couldn’t help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core. 

“Christ, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until it’s got no choice but to fuckin’ take.” Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in. 

“Joel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.” You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting. 

Joel’s fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each other’s muffled moans with each snap of Joel’s hips. 

“Yeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryin’ our kid?” Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many you’d let him give you, because fuck, he’d keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give. 

Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again. 

“Yes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.” You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joel’s broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joel’s heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly. 

Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth. 

“That’s it, darlin’, I know you’re close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear t’god, you’ll be drippin’ outta me for days. So fuckin’ full that I’ll get you pregnant right now.” Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible. 

“Joel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, I’m gonna- fuckfuckfuck-” 

Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joel’s cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body. 

While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you. 

“That’s my girl. That’s it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, I’m gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!” 

With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste. 

He couldn’t help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath. 

Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow he’d have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasn’t going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you. 

Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him. 

 “Joel, baby, I love you but you’re kinda squishing me.” You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs. 

“Fuck me…” Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter. 

“Joel, stop! That tickles!” You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin. 

“Don’t laugh so damn hard, or all my hard work’s ‘bout to come out!” Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer. 

“Stop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think we’ll be okay.” You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter. 

“Baby, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.” Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldn’t contain his excitement about something. “God, I love you.” 

“I love you too, Joel.” 

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin. 

“You’re gonna make such a good mom. I’m the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.” 

“Joel! You’re gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.” You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes. 

“Yeah, what a jerk, your husband tellin’ you how much he loves you.” He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joel’s face scrunch in a calculated concentration. “How big of a crib you think I gotta make? I don’t know ‘bout a rockin’ chair, but a crib can’t be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.” 

“Honey, I don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet, you don’t need to have a crib built tomorrow.” You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting. 

“Sweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ain’t lettin’ you outta this bed ‘till we know there’s a baby in there.” He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, “So you better get comfortable, ‘cause if it’s up to me, there ain’t a chance in hell we’re gettin’ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."

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