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soobsim · 19 days ago

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Imagine college classmate nerd beomgyu or soobin who has the biggest and the most desperate crush on you for years and he always write sweet and filthy things about you in his diary, one day you decide to meet in his house for a group project, and while he was making something to eat for both of you, the diary catches your eyes and you decide to read what's written in it, you have always been aware of his feelings towards because of how he acts around you like getting shy and nervous and he always stutters whenever he talks to you but you never thought the nerd would be a pervert who's ready to give his soul to please you in ways you have never imagined

(oh, you bet, i love shy nerdy beomgyu. part 2 out!)

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[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, shy-pervert!beomgyu x fem!reader, nipple sucking?, "dry" humping (except it's very wet, actually), beomgyu whimpers alot, this is long and..messy, no proofread] wc: 2,946

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choi beomgyu was the smartest guy in your class, always the best marks, his face always hidden behind the pages of a physics or chemistry textbook. but that was just a cover, so his eyes could travel to where you'd sit during the lectures.

your seat wasn't far from his seat, giving him the perfect view of your side profile; the perfect slope of your nose, your plump lips that he knew were so soft, the smooth skin of your neck, the swell of your tits as your shirt strained against them, all of it.

it was challenge everyday, to contain himself when he saw you laughing with your friends, or the rare occurence of you actually taking notes. he watched you any chance he got, hoping you wouldn't notice.

you did, ofcourse. you were aware about the boy's attraction to you, most of your friends would mention it. you laughed it off most times, given that beomgyu never directly made any move on you.

you just saw him as a shy, and rather cute guy who's shared the same science class with you for the last three years. whenever you looked at him, he was either studying or discretely scribbling something in a small diary.

you only ever talked to him during group activities, or sometimes at lunch when he'd anywhere near you and your friends, or when he'd ask you to lend him pen out of the forty other students in class. not that you complained.

it was impossible to ignore the fact that he was pretty, with soft features and a gentle yet deep voice. oh, and the slight lisp whenever he talked too fast.

it'd happen often, him stuttering and growing visibly nervous when he'd talk to you. it was an obvious giveaway, that he liked you.

so, when the professor instructed to write a research paper in pairs, beomgyu approached you the moment class ended. "hey, y/n..do you um..have anyone in mind to pair up with? for the research paper?" he asked, looking at you with a faint smile.

you could see the way his fingers were digging into the strap of his backpack, and it was kind of endearing how shy he'd get when he talked to you.

you smiled and shook your head, "not really, no. do you?" you replied as you stood up and gathered your stuff, packing your own bag.

beomgyu's face lit up, just a little and he hesitated before speaking again. "would..you mind working with me, then?" he looked at you anxiously, his cheeks growing pink when your friends snickered beside you.

you threw them a look, silently telling them to stop before you turned back to beomgyu, "would i mind pairing with the smartest student in the class? i don't think so, beomgyu. i'd love that." you chuckled.

beomgyu felt his stomach flip when you labelled him the 'smartest' and then chuckled, the sound so sweet, he could get off to it. no, actually, he probably will.

"perfect. uh, do you want to work in the library? or come over to my place—or i could come over to yours, whichever you're comfortable with." he did it again, jumping from one sentence to another, stuttering on his words.

it was hard not to find it cute, it really was. "i'll come over to yours." you cut him off, not letting his stumble with his words as much.

beomgyu let out a relieved sigh, smiling down at you with a nervous smile. "that works. what time are planning to come at?" he asks as his fingers loosen around the strap of his bag.

"we can go now. classes are done for the day, anyway." you shrug, noticing him tense up a little at your suggestion.

he blinks, but ultimately nods. "sure, y-yeah. we can go now." he says after a delayed second, backing away from your desk so you have enough room to walk.

you don't say anything as you both walk out of the classroom and start making your way to his house. the walk isn't long, hardly ten minutes away from the college.

beomgyu breaks the silence, suggesting topics for the research paper, his ideas being quite impressive. he was letting the nerd inside him shine, and you couldn't help but be drawn to that.

you try to chime in and give your inputs as well, till you both agree on a common topic that works for both of you.

beomgyu opens the door to his cozy, one-roonapartment and let's you inside. "go ahead and make yourself comfortable." he says as he leads you to the bedroom, where all his study material is.

you follow behind him, looking around the neatly kept apartment. it's not like you expected anything less from beomgyu. you could tell that he was an organized, clean guy.

he sets down his bag beside the bed as you sit down on the edge of the mattress, his eyes darting to your legs, that your plaid skirt hardly attempted to cover.

beomgyu looked away immediately, not trusting his thoughts when you're with him, in his house, sitting on his bed. the same bed that he's fantasized to have you on with your pussy around his cock, or his fingers, or his tongue. anything.

"i'll go get you some water, and um, something for us to eat. anything specific you want?" he asks as he stands at the foot of his bed, trying to keep himself together.

you shook you head, "nope. i'm okay with anything." you smile as you notice his nerves before he nods and walks out of the bedroom.

you take off your bag as well, setting it down on the bed as you took in the books stacked in the shelf, beside his pc, on the side-table. all of them were textbooks, or question banks. except that one diary that he always has on him. you can't help but wonder what that's about.

you should't, you really shouldn't. but, it's difficult not to be curious about beomgyu. all you've ever known about him is that he's good at studying, wears hoodies and sweatshirts most days, and has a pretty face.

so, you can't really resist the urge to reach for his bag and open it. the medium-sized, maroon diary is stuffed between two other textbooks, which only spikes your curiousity.

you try to be respectful of his privacy, but just end up mumbling a quiet "fuck it" as you remove the diary.

you glance towards the door, beomgyu being in your line of vision, but you weren't in his. once you're sure that he's gonna be busy for a while, you open the diary.

it dates back to three years, and it's just beomgyu describing his first day of college, and a few of his classmates. the first three-four entries are quite normal, though you do notice him mention you a few times.

july 5, 2022 - there's this really pretty classmate of mine. y/n. even her name is pretty.

july 29, 2022 - y/n looked beautiful today, her hair was up in a bun and she was wearing a cute tank top. i'm convinced i like her.

august 30, 2022 - i should ask y/n out, i know. but, she's like the sun and i'm just..earth? i don't think she'd ever say yes.

you flip through a few more of his entries from freshman year, smiling at how you read through him growing a crush on you. it's so sweet and pure, you can feel your chest warm up as you go.

it's cute little updates of everytime you interacted with him, like following him back on instagram, or lending him a pen, or you liking one of his sketches he posted.

however, you start noticing how the entries start getting messier as they go, with a few sketches on the margins. your eyes, your smile, and then one where it's just your lips wrapped around a lollipop and the line beside it reading:

would y/n's lips look the same when she wraps them around my dick too? i want her to.

your eyes widen just a little, not expecting beomgyu to be so bold with an entry about you. but, it just got worse as you kept going.

november 15, 2023 - y/n posted on instagram today, and she looked gorgeous, as always. but, the top was so tight around her boobs. her cleavage was showing, too. fuck, sometimes i wish i could just touch them. i bet, they'd feel perfect to suck and bite on.

your jaw fell open at how much dirtier it kept getting, both his entries and the sketches. pencil lines of your thighs, your tongue licking your lips, your body is rather vulgar positions.

his notes were no better, talking about how he dreamt of fucking you, eating you out, fantasized about how good it'd feel when your cunt swallows his cock, or how he'd want to make you cum for him, over and over again, make you feel good.

your entire face felt hot, and you could feel the heat starting to pool between your legs as you pictured it. this was nothing like the beomgyu you knew. this side of him was messy and dirty.

you should feel grossed out, that a classmate was imagining you in such a way. but, it only made you feel hotter under your skirt.

"..y/n, why..are you holding that..?" beomgyu's shaky voice snaps you out of the daze and you realise that he just walked in, holding a tray of food and two glasses of water.

your heart pounded in your chest as you looked up at him and back down at his diary in your hands, unable to find your voice.

beomgyu moved quickly, setting down the tray on the side-table and taking the diary out of your hands. "how did you even— w-where did you get that? did you go through my bag?" beomgyu panics, trying to hide the diary under a pile of neatly folded clothes.

his entire face flushes and he can't even look you, and you don't really react, which only embarrasses him further.

after a long minute of him just staring at you with his breathing uneven, your lips twitch up. "i knew you had a thing for me, i just never expected it to be so....lewd." your tone isn't mocking, or angry, but beomgyu still finds himself drowning in shame.

"i'm s-sorry. you weren't meant..to ever r-read that. it's no justification for writing about y-you like that, but i just..i'm sorry. that must..must've been uncomfortable to read." he stutters, looking down guiltily.

your eyes take him in, before you stand up from the bed and take a step closer to him. "i never said it made me uncomfortable." you say simply. "surprised, sure. but, not uncomfortable." you stop just a foot away from him.

beomgyu could see you walk closer to him from the corner of his eye, but he didn't dare to lift his gaze from the floor. he didn't understand how it didn't bother you, until you pressed your index finger under his chin and tipped his face up.

he was taller than you, considerably, but you needed him to stop looking at floor. it made him look more docile than he actually was.

"have the guts to atleast look at me if you're gonna write about how you want to fuck me, beomgyu." you taunted, but it wasn't bitter, rather teasing.

beomgyu's eyes widened and he looked at you, his cheeks growing pinker at your touch and words. "i.." he breathed out shakily. "i'd n-never actually do that if you don't w-want me to. i just like you so much, i..i—"

you cut him off with a chuckle, "you what? fantasized about me?" you hum, taking another step closer to him, trailing your fingers from his chin to the nape of his neck.

beomgyu shivered, his eyes closing briefly as he finally felt your touch like he had dreamt of. he couldn't answer, glued to his spot when you got up close.

you took in his reaction to your touch, how his breathing faltered and his eyes closed. it was easy to get him to move him at your accord, when he was entranced like this, allowing you to maneuver him to the edge of his bed.

your other hand pressed against his chest, lowering him onto the bed. "come on, beomgyu. tell me, did you jerk yourself off to the thought of me?" you asked him, surprising yourself with the boldness oozing off you.

beomgyu's eyes shot open at your words and actions as you pushed him down to sit on the bed. he swallowed thickly, trying to find his voice. "y/n..." he exhaled heavily. "..yes. yes, i did. more times than i can count." he answered, realising how useless it was to hide his desires for you.

your smirk widened as you placed your knees on either sides of his hips and straddled his lap. you could already feel his jeans straining under you, his entire body shuddering when your panties pressed against his boner.

"my god, you're hard already? just how bad did you want this?" you laughed as you got comfortable on top of him. his hands instinctively reached to get ahold of your hips, to balance you.

beomgyu's cheeks were so flushed, it was amusing how shy and worked up he was getting. "you should know, you read everything." he mumbled quietly, his eyes trailing down to your lips and following all the way down your body on his lap.

you smiled, "right, i did. i also noticed your obsession with my breasts." you stated, your hands left his body and grabbed the hem of your shirt to pull it off, too impatient to unbutton it.

beomgyu's chest heaved at the sight of your full tits clad in the bra, his fingers twitching on your waist and he glanced up at your face again. "can i touch them?" he asked, so politely.

you didn't even bother to deny him, simply nodding at him. he reacted fast, reaching for the straps of your bra and pulling them down your shoulder.

your panties only got wetter, pressed against his hard-on as he took off your bra and pushed it out of the way. his hands were immediately on you, cupping them eagerly.

you hummed when he squeezed them gently and you bucked your hips forward in response. beomgyu mewled at the sudden movement, but continued to massage your tits.

"y-y/n, don't tease me when i'm this hard..please.." his voice was breathy as he looked up at you desperately.

your own eyes were clouded with desire and when he looked at you like that, as if he'd do anything you tell him to, as long as you don't tease.

you ran your hand down his chest and abdomen, stopping at his jeans to unbutton them. "suck on them. you wanted to, right?" you said, your own breathe growing laboured as you told him to suck on your tits.

beomgyu did not hesitate, his mouth latching onto the swell of your left breast. his mouth was so warm, you just had to moan, while your hand successfully pulled his cock out of his jeans.

he was definitely more than average, especially his girth, you could feel the heaviness in your hand as you stroked his length.

beomgyu whimpered around your nipple, lapping his tongue over the bud as he shifted underneath you, almost grinding into your hand.

the sound went straight to your core, which was starting to dampen your panties. your other hand moved to fist beomgyu's hair, his fluffy, dark-brown strands.

you kept his mouth pressed against your skin, your head tilting back at how well he worked his tongue. "mm, is this what you really wanted, beomgyu? under all that shyness?"

beomgyu hummed, licking and sucking on your left nipple, before dragging his mouth to the other one. you bit your bottom lip, your eyes flutterig shut as you guided the tip of his cock against your clothed clit.

both of you moaned at the contact, even with the layer of your panties in between. beomgyu almost lost it when he felt the wetness soaking through the material, and he had to stop himself from cumming right then and there.

you rolled your hips, rubbing the wet-spot against his throbbing dick as he suckled on your tits. his fingers dug into the bare flesh of your waist, helping you move your body on top of his.

"ahh—s-shit, y/n..you feel so good." he whined, only pulling away enough to speak before his mouth found your perked up buds again.

you loved how he couldn't hold back his whimpers and whines, everytime your panties moved to the side just a little bit and let his tip slide against your folds.

he rocked his own hips desperately as he felt your slick leak out and coat his length, one stroke at a time. "i-i'm so close, y/n. fuck, i'm so close.." he let his lips detatch from your nipple and buried his face in the crook of your neck

both your arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging to him as you chased your own high. "yeah? me too, baby..cum with me, hm?" you whispered in his ear as you grinded your heat harder on him.

it didn't take much to get beomgyu to cum, all it took was a few more sloppy strokes for his cock to spurt out strings of white, warm liquid. your orgasm followed immediately after, spreading itself in your panties and leaking onto his dick.

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(bye, literally)

#txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt x reader #txt imagines #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #soobsim <3

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sweeneydino · 9 months ago

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Already on episode 8.

They really said trauma in flavor text.

Warning for Spoilers below

Can't wait for all the screenshots soon 😤

Interesting how their blood is mutagen or atleast can mutate those that ingest it. I guess Mikey now has a son.... pigeon pete-

Love how leatherhead immediately adopted him.

Ough the self deprecating from each turtle and their different perspectives on what happened is perfect. Leo being nothing without his brothers, Raph wanting to be stronger to protect them, Donnie believing hes just the tech guy and Mikey feeling out of place. I can already see the potential for first.

And this bishop... she's a bishop alright, or well, similar to 03 bishop in wanting to eliminate all mutants, a "human threat" while also ending up endangering humans in their attempts. Same motives for different reasons. Mutants(or really a mutant) destroyed what she loved, something for her sister who I'm not sure is dead or she just really loves her.

One thing I must thank my turtle posters for is so far no 2012apriltello/caseytello/capriltello or whatever love story equivalent with the leopril. It's so refreshing and actually is very cute. Leo still has a crush it's just not blasted into your eyes, and I couldn't be more happy.

They included alot of possibly forgotten characters(I say possibly because some haven't watch the older versions, and thats okay), there is Angel who reminds me alot of Kendra, Hun appears again as a possible bro to Raph, ofc pigeon pete Michelangelo's son(I will not explain) and you already heard of bishop. There's probably more but I'm only half way in and I took a break to get some food.

If you can, you should watch it, it's very fun and silly, also, possible angst. The music is great, and the art and animation are fan-fucking-tastic like, holy shit, but that's to be expected (if you plan to watch it, read tags plz)

Overall I give 10/10, would give hun a chicken

Oh, and there's Rod, I guess.

Edit: Omfg is Splinter the Rat King?

Edit 2: Yes... yes he is.

I should've mentioned it before, but I love how we are getting to see the turtles interacting with their cousins and other... family members(scumbug ajshshjs). I also live how rockstrady and bebop are THOSE cousins. Always getting into trouble, making stuff worse but you can't help but love em

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #art #tmnt mm #tmnt mutant mayhem #tottmnt #tales of the tmnt #tales of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tottmnt spoilers #spoilers #finding out a lot of interesting things about these boys #sketch #Edit: wait to watch it or pirate the show. ive recently been made aware that paramount supports Israel. it would be best not to support #them. im usually not online much so i wasn't aware till now. perhaps ill see what i can do

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bloomeng · 8 months ago

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These are some of my favorite batkids tropes in superbat fics:

Damian hating Clark fairly unprovoked (bonus if he’s friends with Jon to really rub it in)

I know it’s canon that Dick really looks up to Clark but I love when Dick makes this super obvious to Bruce and either accidentally or purposely makes Bruce jealous and Clark is like “wait isn’t this a good thing tho that your son likes me???”

Clark not knowing what to make of Tim and trying and failing to relate to him it’s awkward but it’s endearing (bonus if there’s drama surrounding Clark’s relationship to Kon and Clark is trying to win back Tim’s respect)

These aren’t tropes these are more my own headcanons that I think are cute:

Jason’s fav league member being Diana and Clark laughing at Bruce for being annoyed

To try and win over Jason Clark would help him work on his motorcycle using what he remembers from working on tractors and cars on the farm (it works but Jason mostly uses him for his strength and a chance to annoy Bruce by “stealing” Clark’s attention it backfires ofc bc Bruce is just thrilled that Jason is visiting more and hanging out with the family)

Clark meeting Duke for the first time and thinking like ‘wow the first well adjusted kid’ only to realize later that no he’s just his own brand of quirky

Clark used to being able to read other people’s vitals via superhearing realizing for the first time that Cass can read him without powers and being a little unnerved

Alfred playing obvious favorites between Clark and Bruce teasing Bruce by doing that thing parents do where they compare you to your peers in an attempt to motivate you:

“Clark probably respects Mrs. Kent’s wishes when she asks him to do something.”

“Alfred we’re grown men.”

“You’re right she probably doesn’t need to ask.”

#dc #txt #dc headcanon #batman #batfam #batfamily #superbat #superman #batkids #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #cassandra cain #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #clark kent #bruce wayne

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wall-maria-around-ba-sing-se · 4 months ago

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Things you learn by reading the Xenoblade X pre-story short stories that were never officially translated:

The gravity on Mira is 0.94 that of Earth

The Planet Mira was named after a woman from Earth named Mira Torrez. I think it's possible to learn this in-game but I've never seen it personally

The literal first thing you learn about Mira Torrez is that she was Protestant. Which I'm sure she could be but, statistically speaking, with that last name she probably wasn't lmao

Mira was considered the "emotional backbone" on the Earthlife Colonization Project and helped bridge the communication gap between regular citizens and the more military/governmental sides of the project. She was simultaneously a clergywoman, an educator, and a scientist. Without her, many normal people perceived the project as too concerned with preserving national interests rather than life on Earth. Mira was focused on steering the plan to be "free of racial, national or religious motives"

Mira chose to stay behind on Earth as it was attacked seemingly to help board people until the last second 🫡

Most of the people in current-NLA worked in heavily-fortified sectors of the ship like the Habitat Unit and the bridge. Meanwhile, the escape pods (like the one the player is found in) were for crew members who worked in less fortified sections of the ship

The Ghosts are called such not because we don't know anything about them, or because they disappeared suddenly, but because they phased through the hull of the ship when attacking

Tatsu got captured trying to get his shut-in friend to go outside and Touch Grass. He also got captured by the Prone RIGHT as the White Whale was crashing onto Mira.

While being dragged back to the Prone camp, Tatsu wished on the White Whale like a shooting star which, to me, felt very much like:

The Nopon did not know they lived on a planet until these weirdo aliens showed up and told them they live on a big ball in space

Nagi is the one who decided that Tyrants are called Tyrants

Nagi's the one who named it New Los Angeles/NLA

Nagi is the one who got rid of the ranks (recall in the beginning of the game, Irina is used to calling Elma "colonel" but Elma corrects her saying they're all the same rank now) mostly because he didn't actually want to be the chief defense minister lamo

Nagi ended up being defense minister anyways because Vandam called him a chicken about it

It was already obvious based on his in-game dialogue and battle lines, but the short stories really drive home that Nagi really really would rather be in the field commanding a small squad than be stuck at a desk doing paperwork

He tried to get Vandam to take the job but when that fails he ends up making it so Vandam has to be head of BLADE

Before the reorganization, Elma outranked Vandam

Nagi is the one who named it BLADE, seemingly based on something Elma had said a long time ago

Nagi is constantly going "man.... if only Elma was here" and I think it's so cute. They're besties your honor.

Maurice was the only "passenger" awake on the White Whale while it was in space. Everyone else was crew.

Maurice was supposed to be loaded into the lifehold alongside the president (unclear if Of The US or of some other organization) but the alien attack started and the president and the other aides fucking died(?). He woke up on the ship alone and he was depressed with survivors guilt for a few weeks until he resolved to start building connections with people, which ended up getting him a lot of ears up the chain of command

Maurice ended up running the government because everyone else thought it was a boring job

Nagi muted Maurice's comm device because he was sick of his nagging lmao. This made it harder to find him after the crash though, unfortunately

Maurice looks up to Mira Torrez and wants to "carry on her ideals"

Maurice was the one who suggested the planet be named after Mira

Lin saves Maurice's life by using herself as bait to lure a Tyrant away from him with flares

While all of the characters agree it is an unfortunate necessity that they have to fight the indigens, Lao seems to be the most against fighting native fauna, rolling his eyes and scoffing at retroactive justifications like "sorry, but it was me or you"

Nagi notes that Lao used to be more cheerful "before all this". I did not know that Nagi knew Lao before the destruction of Earth

Elma does not make an appearance until the end of the final short story. Unsurprisingly, Irina is the happiest about Elma resurfacing and is described as "clinging" onto Elma "with tears in her eyes" (👈 👀 🏳️‍🌈❓) while Elma explains where she's been this whole time (fixing her Skell after the crash so she could meet up with the others)

#xenoblade #xenoblade x #xenoblade chronicles x #xcx #long post

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softspiderling · 1 month ago

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your ex don’t do it for ya | m.d

summary:

He inclined his head towards Sam, who was standing in the backyard with a drink in her hand, talking to a cute guy, laughing. Her hand was on his arm, and he was standing a smidge too closer to her. Yeah, okay, you had to admit Miguel might be right about this one.

“So, you see that and you don’t even care?” you asked, turning back to Miguel with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah. I don’t care. See what I mean?”

OR; you give friendly advice one time and suddenly you’re the go to relationship expert

pairing: miguel diaz x reader

warnings: miguel and sam are dating at the beginning of this, there’s no cheating, mig and reader only become a thing way after sam and miguel break up. No smut, but alluding to it,

word count: 5,9k

author’s note: i can’t believe this is my first miguel fic. it feels like i’ve written so much for him already but this basically wrote itself 😭 it is also based on my dream, so rlly enjoy whatever my head cooked up! 🫶🏼 @katcoquette hoping this motivates you to finish cobra kai😔

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“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Yes, you and Tory are too young to get married.”

“What.”

You cracked a grin at your paper, looking up to see your best friend standing in the doorway of your bedroom, looking distressed. Which was nothing new when it came to Robby, to be fair. He had a knack for getting involved in situations that had nothing to do with him.

“I’m just messing with you,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair and stretching out your arms. You had been working on your paper for the last two hours, you could use a break, and whatever was on Robby’s mind, seemed like the best bet. “What’s up?”

Robby sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Yikes. You definitely weren’t going to like this.

“Miguel’s going through something and he asked me for advice… I wasn’t sure what to say, though,” he started and you gave him a look.

“… Advice concerning what?”

He pulled a face.

“Sam.”

You groaned, leaning your head back. Sam was… Okay. You didn’t really care for her. The way she treated Robby, kissing Miguel while she was still with Robby, causing the fight that lead Robby to make the worst decision of his life. Yes, he was on good terms with Sam now and yes, his life worked out despite its bumps, but still. You got along with Sam for everyone’s sake, but she definitely wasn’t one of your favorite people.

“They’re definitely too young to get married,” you said and Robby rolled his eyes at you.

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?” you sighed. Miguel and Sam were probably the cheesiest couple you know, what sort of troubles could they be having?

“Miguel feels like they hit a roadblock in their relationship. Now with Sam graduating from UCLA soon... They were talking about moving in together.”

You nodded. “Makes sense.”

“Yeah, Miguel doesn’t want to do that.”

“What.” You stared at Robby and he threw his hands up.

“Exactly! He said he knew it was the next logical step in their relationship, but he just doesn’t want to.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“That’s what I said!” Robby exclaimed, clearly working himself up and you gently pushed his hands back down.

“Okay, Robby chill,” you told him. “I know you’re a problem solver, but honestly, this doesn’t sound like there’s much you can do to help.”

Robby only frowned at you and you straightened out the frown on his forehead with your fingers. “I mean it. Sometimes, all you can do is listen, alright? And it sounds like you did. So take a breather, give them some space to figure it out.”

He stared at you for a good while and you could tell that he was about to frown again, but he sighed in surrender, nodding. “Okay. Thanks for talking it through with me.”

“course. That’s what I’m here for.”

Robby gave you a small smile, knocking on your desk. “Don’t forget we’re having the party for the gatorade thing next Saturday.”

Gatorade thing, he said. His and Tory’s sponsorship that would be announced to the public next Friday, and the small party for their friends they were throwing at your place.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Considering I live here.”

He gave you an exasperated look and you grinned at him, shooing him out of your room to return to your paper. When Robby left, shutting your bedroom door behind him, you thought this would be the last you’d hear Miguel and Sam’s relationship problems. Come to think of it, Sam and Miguel would probably have worked it out with no problems and go see some condos to rent, but to your surprise, you were proven wrong.

When Saturday came around, and people started showing up at your place, buffet decked out with every single Gatorade flavor there was, you saw Miguel and Sam arrive together, but quickly part ways as soon as they said their hellos.

You were no relationship expert, but that didn’t look like a couple that was excited to move in together. But who were you to judge? You pushed their business to the back of your head and continued to play co-host. A while later, you had finally given up your hosting duties back to Robby and Tory, you were walking around, drink in your hand, when you found Miguel leaning on the wall in the living room, sipping on his drink. He was staring into the distance, like he was on a different planet.

“Hey, you good?”

Your words seemed to snap him out of it, as he looked down to you, a small smile on his face.

“Hey, yeah, sorry, I was lost in thoughts.”

You nodded slowly, taking a sip from your drink.

“Uh huh.”

Miguel paused, his forehead creasing before he let out a soft sigh.

“Robby told you, didn’t he?”

You feigned ignorance, widening your eyes for good measure.

“What? No…”

Miguel gave you a look and you only shrugged with your shoulders. “Hey, you know he’s someone who likes to talk about things that stress him out, and he couldn’t really talk to Tory about it so it was me. And I’m not too thrilled about being dragged into this either, okay?”

Miguel sighed, nodding. “Yeah, yeah I know. I just don’t want this to spread like a wildfire. I don’t want to hurt Sam. I just don’t see us living together right now…” he trailed off, staring at the ground.

“Have you ever thought about just talking to her?”

“I have, but she’s just gonna take it the wrong way and it’ll start a fight,” Miguel huffed. “It’s not a problem in a relationship, it’s a problem with me. I don’t want to hurt her, I really care about her.”

“Okay, so you care about her, that’s good, right?” you said, but he didn’t look convinced. “Or… It isn’t?”

“It feels different.”

Miguel frowned, trying to find the right words and you let him, swishing your almost empty drink in your cup. You wished you had filled it up before talking to Miguel, this seemed like a good conversation to have while drunk.

“I care about her, but it’s not the way I felt about her before.”

“Like, that you care more about her, or…?”

“No, it’s like… I used to get so jealous when she was talking to other guys and laughing about their jokes,” he explained. “But now, it’s like, eh, whatever. That’s not right, is it?”

You bit back a smile. “Mig, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It just means that you trust her. Not everyone has to be a raging jealous boyfriend.”

“Not even if she’s flirting with someone else in front of everyone we know?”

“What?”

“So you see that and you don’t even care?” you asked, turning back to Miguel with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah. I don’t care. See what I mean?”

Wow.

You let out an exhale, nodding slowly before pursing your lips.

“When’s the last time you guys fucked?”

Miguel snorted and you rolled your eyes. “Sorry, made love,” you said, quoting with your fingers and he huffed.

“That’s not-” he broke off, shaking his head. “We haven’t had sex in a while, okay?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Meaning what? A week? Two?”

“Try four.”

“Four weeks is fine, Miguel,” you said, but he snorted.

“Four months.”

“FOUR MONTHS!?”

Your voice was louder than intended and everyone around you gave you a look, while Miguel snickered into his cup. You shooed the starers back into their own conversations before turning back to Miguel, slapping his arm.

“Why haven’t you guys had sex in four months? You’ve seen each other plenty,” you argued.

“I don’t know. I just don’t feel like it anymore,” he said, defensive. “It’s not like she’s initiating either. When we first started dating, we were all over each other, one little touch and I was ready to go but now?”

He looked away, taking another sip from his cup. It really seemed like it was bothering him and you softened a little. While you didn’t care for Sam, Miguel became a pretty big part of your life after he and Robby patched things up, even more so when Johnny married Carmen. If Sam was what made him happy, who were you to stand in the way of that?

“Maybe it’s a stress thing?” you suggested, putting your cup down. “When you’ve got a lot of things on your mind, sex is the last thing you’re thinking about. Let me try something?”

Miguel gave his go ahead with a brief nod, and you placed your hand on his chest. You felt a little awkward, with Sam being right around the corner and you being such good friends with Miguel, but he needed your help, so you placed your other hand on his bicep, like you were flirting with him. The touch was innocent enough, you just wanted to gauge his reaction. When you looked up at him, Miguel’s eyes were wide and you only cocked a curious eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, my libido’s not the problem,” he said in a tight voice, licking his lips before he gently pushed your hands off him. You were only slightly off put, taking a step back, feeling weirdly rejected.

“Well, then I don’t really know what to tell you,” you said, picking your cup back up to hide behind it. “I really think you should just talk to Sam.”

Miguel sighed, leaning his head against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

“It seems like it might be the only thing left for me to do.”

“PARTY PEOPLE!”

You jumped a little when Hawk came through the door, a speaker balancing on his shoulder, blasting 90’s music, Moon and Demetri hot on his heels. The vibe of the party immediately shifted, with everyone lifting their cups to cheer, pushing Tory and Robby to the front.

“Well, if that’s not the sign to break up this little pity party,” Miguel mused, gesturing towards the crowd. You rolled your eyes at him in exasperation before the two of you pushed away from the wall to join the crowd, with Demetri passing out a weird mix of gatorade and vodka.

The party lasted until the early morning hours. With everyone being so busy, it wasn’t often that everyone could come around, so you used every opportunity to catch up with your friends you could get. When the last people left, neither you, Tory nor Robby were up for cleaning up, so you pushed it for the next morning.

Which you deeply regretted.

It was past noon when you arose from your slumber with only a slight headache pounding in your head. You padded out of your room, and the house was still quiet, so Tory and Robby must still be asleep. As you made your way to the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks, seeing the remnants of the party, groaning.

“I need coffee,” you muttered to yourself, continuing your way to the kitchen.

After some coffee, you felt more awake to tackle the mess in the house, equipped with two trash bags. You were clearing away the empty cups on the kitchen counter when Tory found you, eyes still bleary.

“Hey.”

“Morning,” she said, yawning into her hand. “Have you been up for long?”

“Eh, like fifteen minutes or so. I made coffee.”

You jerked your heard towards the coffee machine and Tory only nodded, walking over to the coffee machine to fix herself a cup without another comment. You were used to it. Neither you nor Tory were morning people; a stark contrast to Robby, who woke up with sunshine in his ass. As Tory finished her first cup of coffee, you were wiping down the counter, because you distinctly remembered Demetri spilling gatorade all over it while he was mixing “vodkarade”, as he called it.

“Hey, thanks again for agreeing to host the party,” Tory said, putting her empty mug in the sink, coming over to help you with the empty bottles, collecting them in a box. “Brandon’s in a mood and I wasn’t going to force him to socialize with our friends.”

“It’s fine,” you snorted with a laugh. “It was fun.”

The two of you cleaned in silence, before Tory spoke up again, her tone hesitant.

“I saw that you talked to Miguel last night,” she started, and you tensed a little, trying to play it off. “Is he okay?”

Did Robby tell her something? Or did Sam?

“Yeah, he seemed fine to me. Why?” you asked back, trying to to deflect. Tory only shrugged, tightening the cap around the empty tequila bottle.

“I don’t know. I feel like he and Sam feel off, somehow. We used to hangout a lot but in the past few weeks one of them always canceled. And last night, I barely saw them together.”

Yeah, it was definitely time for Miguel to talk to Sam.

“Have you talked to Sam about it?” you asked Tory casually and she scoffed, giving you a look.

“No, that would just open a whole can of worms,” she said, vehemently shaking her head. “I don’t want to get involved in their drama. I’m just worried.”

“I’m sure they’ll figure out, whatever it might be,” you told her with an encouraging smile, really hoping that you weren’t lying to her. Tory nodded slowly, not entirely convinced as she filled the box with the rest of the empty bottles. The sound of Robby’s feet padding into the kitchen made you both look to the doorway as he paused, his hair still messy from having just woken up.

“Aw, you guys should’ve woken me up to clean!”

With the three of you, it didn’t take long until the house was spotless again. Eventually, Robby and Tory left, because he was taking her and Brandon out for dinner, and you had the house to yourself. After a nice long shower, you settled on the couch, clicking through Netflix to find something brain-rotting to watch, when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you called over your shoulder.

“Hey, it’s me!” Miguel called out over the sound of the door closing again, before he appeared in the living room. “Robby and Tory out?”

“Yeah,” you replied, frowning at the tv. When did they take Law & Order: SVU off Netflix?

“You know you really shouldn’t be leaving the door unlocked for anyone to enter when you’re home by yourself,” he pointed out, dropping on the couch next to you.

“Why not?” you asked, eyes still trained on the tv. “I know some karate.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t,” you admitted, finally turning to look at Miguel, an eyebrow raised. He looked unsettled, his cheeks a little red. “What’s up?”

“We had a fight.”

“Of course you did,” you sighed, the picture perfect view you previously had of Miguel and Sam’s relationship fading more and more. “What was it about?”

“I don’t even know,” Miguel groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. “We were just talking about how nice last night was and then she brought up how she saw us talking, and I said that she seemed pretty cozy with that guy and then everything just spiraled from there.”

“So you did care that she was flirting with that guy!” you said, triumphantly, like it was some sort of breakthrough, but he only shook his head, dropping it back on the cushions.

“No! I was just mad because it felt like she was accusing me of something!”

“Well, it sounds like you both accused each other of something.”

Miguel only grumbled something incoherent and you rolled your eyes at him. If this was what it was like to be in a relationship, you were glad that you weren’t in one. You smacked his arm to get his attention.

“Don’t you think that was the perfect time to bring up your thoughts? I mean, you were already fighting, what’s one more thing?”

He peeked an eye open to glare at you.

“I chickened out.”

“No shitting.”

You sighed, turning your body towards him while tucking your legs under your body. “Look, I don’t want to alarm you, but Tory asked me if I knew what was up with you.”

Miguel’s eyes widened comically, and if he didn’t look so panicked, you’d laugh. “She did? What did you say?”

“There isn’t much to say, is there?” you asked back, exasperated. “She’s worried, Mig. Whatever this thing with Sam is, it’s not going to resolve itself, if you won’t talk about it. Actually, I feel like it’s getting worse.”

“I know, I know,” Miguel huffed. “I will, okay? I promise.”

“Hey, you don’t have to promise me anything. You’re the one who’s suffering if you won’t talk to her,” you pointed out and Miguel pursed his lips, nodding.

“You’re right,” he relented, puffing out his cheeks as he exhaled loudly. He reached for the tv remote, zapping through the things Netflix was offering, and you leaned back on the couch, resigned. Despite what you had said to him, you worried that this could affect you more, if it went on any longer. Robby was already in the middle of it, dragging you right with him and now that Tory noticed, it was only a matter of time until more people would say something.

But not your monkey, not your circus, right?

Wrong.

Over the next few days, you spent more time with Miguel than not. You knew he was trying to avoid Sam and you kept reminding him to stop putting it off, but to no avail. Until it was a couple of days since you had seen him, which then turned into a week. It was weird, because you had gotten so used to him, but maybe he and Sam patched things up and he was too busy to let you know. You tried to be happy about it, but a part of you felt a little sick.

“I still can’t believe they’re sending you a driver.”

Robby only glanced back at you with a grin as he packed the last of his bag. He and Tory were headed out to a karate championship in San Francisco and their agency sent them a personal car to take them to the airport.

“You know I could’ve taken you.”

Or Miguel, if he had bothered to show up.

“Nah, we wouldn’t have made you drive through all that traffic, especially by yourself.”

Robby zipped up his bag, shouldering it as he walked out of the house, while you followed him.

“Well, I was offering, so…”

“Offering what?” Tory asked, critically watching the driver stuff their bags into the trunk before looking at you.

“To drive us to the airport,” Robby replied with a small grin, putting his bag on top of the rest of their luggage. The driver made an almost imperceptible face, gently taking the bag to sort it himself. Tory snickered at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Thanks but we got our own driver .”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, shaking your head for good measure. “Wasn’t Miguel supposed to come today? He would’ve agreed with me.”

“Yeah, he was supposed to. But I figured with everything going on right now, I’d give him a pass,” Robby said, brushing his hair back. Of course he did. Your best friend was a saint.

“Oh come on,” you huffed, rolling your eyes. “Just because he’s scared to bring up a problem in their relationship with Sam, doesn’t mean he’s allowed a pass.”

Tory gave you a weird look before she exchanged glances with Robby, who looked equally puzzled. Why did it feel like you were missing something?

“What.”

“You know they broke up, right?”

Your mouth dropped.

“What?”

“I thought he told you,” Robby said with furrowed brows.

You let out an indignant huff, shaking your head. “No. I haven’t heard from him for a couple of days, I figured they made up or something.”

“Quite the opposite,” Tory said, wincing. “But they seem to be doing fine.”

Huh.

You couldn’t help but feel annoyed, but there was no time to grill them any further, the driver giving them a sign that it was time to leave.

“Alright, you guys have a good flight,” you said, quickly hugging the both of them. “Text me when you’ve landed. And good luck.”

The two quickly got into the car, before the black, sleek Mercedes pulled out of the drive way. You stayed stood, until they disappeared down the street, like you were frozen in time, your thoughts swirling. With a frown, small sigh, you headed back inside. A few days go by, a couple of messages from Robby and Tory, telling you about their competition and possible new sponsors, but none from Miguel. You tried to give him space, that was what people needed after a break up, right?

Sitting on the couch, some mindless tv show running in the background, when your phone pinged. Quickly, you picked up, thinking it might be Miguel, but there were no new messages.

“Ugh!” you groaned, tossing your phone into the corner of the couch. This is the fifth time you were imagining your phone going off. Crossing your arms, you stewed in silence, your head spinning.

“No, because fuck that,” you finally muttered to yourself, grabbing your phone, keys and rushing outside the door, taking your car to Miguel’s place.

The drive didn’t take long, most of it done on autopilot while you were going through what you would throw at his head and before you knew it, you were pulled up in front of his place. You made quick work of parking and then, you were already pounding on his door with your fist.

“Hey asshole!”

The door opened, and Miguel stood in front of you, his eyes wide.

“Jesus, what is going on?”

You glared at him, poking his chest with your index finger. “So I’m good enough to come to when you’re having problems but I have to hear it from Robby that you and Sam broke up?”

Your voice was loud, undoubtedly offering free entertainment to Miguel’s neighbors but you didn’t care. Miguel cursed under his breath, grabbing you by the wrist to drag you inside, shutting the door behind you. You frowned at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well?”

He shook his head at you. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you okay… I was…” he broke off with a huff, running his hand through his hair. You only stared at him expectantly and Miguel avoided your eyes, starting to pace back and forth.

“When Sam and I broke up, we talked and it just made me realize some things, okay?” Miguel explained, sighing. “I just needed some time to think.”

“Realized what?” you asked, but he only wrung his hands, unable to look you in the eyes as he kept pacing back and forth. You let out a loud sigh, throwing your hands up.

“Miguel, what?”

Miguel looked at you, taking a deep breath before he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You froze, not having expected it, and as soon as he noticed your lack of reaction, he pulled away, stepping back, his eyes wide.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down to you so you could kiss him back. The kiss started out slow at first, before it started to deepen, with Miguel backing you up against the wall, your head meeting the back of his hand instead of the wall. The kiss turned messy, hot, tongues interlocking, and you were gasping into his mouth. This is not what you had expected to happen when you came here to yell at Miguel because of Sam.

Sam.

Miguel’s ex.

Whom he just broke up with.

“Wait wait wait wait,” you said, pulling away as you caught your breath, ignoring how Miguel was chasing after your lips. “What are we even doing right now?”

He quirked a grin at you. “If you’re still questioning that, I’m definitely doing something wrong,” he murmured, leaning in to pepper small kisses along your neck. You leaned your head back against the wall, sighing softly, letting yourself be selfish for a second, before you gently pushed Miguel away, who looked at you in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up at him, and he was looking at you at you with those big brown eyes, and you only groaned, turning away.

“Miguel, you and Sam just broke up, I’m not gonna be a rebound hook up, not with you.”

His eyes softened a little, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Sam and I didn’t just break up,” he started. “When we finally sat down to talk, we both realized that our relationship had ended a while ago. Somehow, somewhere, we both lost our feelings for each other. I still care about her,” he clarified. “But not the way I used to. Not the way I care about you.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your mouth opening to interject, but Miguel pressed a finger on your lips.

“Just let me finish?”

With a sigh, you nodded, and he continued.

“I thought something was genuinely wrong with me when I stopped being attracted to Sam, but when you did that thing at the party… I realized I just wasn’t attracted to her anymore. So I guess I did feel a little guilty when Sam accused me of letting you feel me up while I was still with her, even though she was just trying to have a talk.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, while he smiled down at you.

“I guess I always thought you were pretty, but I never realized how pretty you were until that night. And it didn’t help that you kept trying to give me advice to patch things up with Sam, even though I knew that it was getting on your nerves.”

Scoffing, you gave him a look and Miguel only laughed, shaking his head.

“Trust me, this is not a rebound hook up. I wouldn’t risk our friendship nor my relationship with Robby for that.”

You still weren’t entirely convinced as you thought it over in your head. “And you’re sure about that?”

“Yes, a 100%,” he confirmed, his hand cupping around the side of your neck, his touch gentle as his thumb gently caressed along your jaw. “Okay?”

You breathed out deeply, like you were collecting all the bravery you could muster, before you nodded, your lips tugged into a small smile. “Okay.”

Miguel leaned in to kiss you again and you eagerly returned it, wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss deepening. It didn’t take long for Miguel to pick you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, where he quickly made you forget everything but the two of you.

“I’m really glad you came here to yell at me.”

You were still catching your breath, chest heaving and that was the last thing you had expected him to say, out of all things. You glanced over to Miguel with a grin, his curls sticking a little to his sweaty forehead. The sun was shining through the window, reflecting the small specks of gold in his eyes as he looked at you. He looked kind of beautiful in this light, despite the sinful things he had just done to you.

“That a kink of yours, Diaz?” you teased, reaching out to gently brush his hair off his forehead and he only rolled his eyes at you fondly.

“I’m just saying. You coming here gave me the push I needed. I don’t know how long I would’ve just tried to avoid you,” he admitted, scooting up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. “I’m not a confrontational person.”

“Excuse me?” you laughed, glancing over your shoulder in disbelief. “I recall you confronting Robby multiple times before you guys finally made up.”

“That’s different, I had no chance of losing a fight to Robby.”

“Okay El Serpiente,” you snickered and Miguel only squeezed your waist in retaliation, even though you could feel his mouth curve up against your shoulder blade.

“Speaking of Robby,” Miguel started, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “How do you plan on telling him?”

“Wait, why do I have to tell him?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“You’re his best friend.”

“You’re his brother.”

“You’ve known him longer. And you live with him,” Miguel pointed out and you sighed, absentmindedly tracing circles into the back of his hand.

“Fine, I guess you make a good point,” you admitted with a pursed lips. “Honestly, I think he might be fine with it, it’s just gonna be an uncomfortable situation, like having the sex talk with your parents.”

“I don’t know whether I should feel insulted or honored.”

You laughed, but before you could reply, you could hear the distinct sound of the front door open.

“Mig, was that your front door?” you whispered, alarmed and he only looked at you confused.

“Miguel? You home?”

Both of you blanched when you recognized Robby’s voice, starting to panic.

“What the fuck is he doing back already?” you hissed and Miguel only shrugged, his eyes darting around his bedroom, trying to find a good hiding spot.

“Miguel?”

“In the bedroom, sorry I’ll be right out!” Miguel yelled back but you could hear Robby’s footsteps come closer, so you did the first thing you could think of: Hiding under the cover and lay as flat as possible.

“Hey, were you just talking to someone?”

Robby’s voice sounded close. Too close. You could only hope he wouldn’t see you behind Miguel.

“Hey man.,” Miguel greeted him, too cheerful to be inconspicuous and you bit back a groan. “Um, no, just here by myself.”

“Okay… Sorry to barge in here like this, I just wanted to see if you were okay.” Damn Robby and his big heart. “- so I thought I’d come check up on you. By the way, you haven’t seen her around, have you? I saw her car on the street.”

Damn it.

“What? No, haven’t seen her for a few days,” Miguel said, shifting under the blankets. “Maybe she’s just visiting someone in the neighborhood.”

“Hey if she’s around, how about the three of us go grab a bite?” Robby suggested. “Let me give her a call.”

“Wait, Robby-”

Your phone started to ring, echoing in the bedroom, in the back pocket of your jeans.

No no no no no no no.

Suddenly, your phone stopped ringing and the silence that followed was deafening. For a few seconds, no one said anything. Until-

“That better not be my best friend under your covers.”

With a defeated sigh, you slowly emerged from under the blanket, peeking at Robby from behind Miguel, a sheepish smile on your face, which your best friend only met with a blank stare.

“Hey Robby, what if you go wait in the living room for us and we’ll be right out…?” Miguel’s suggestion was carefully worded, like he was trying not to set him off and Robby only blinked at you, before sighing, turning to leave.

Miguel glanced back to you, his forehead creased in worry. “That could’ve gone better.”

With a frustrated groan, you let your head fall back onto the pillow and stared up at the ceiling, cursing whatever God that set this in motion.

“You should go.”

You and Miguel both said at the same time, before looking at each other, frowning. After questioning your life choices that led you to this moment, you and Miguel both got dressed to meet Robby in the living room. He was sitting on the arm chair, with a look on his face that you couldn’t quite read.

“Someone should definitely go,” Robby said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Miguel sighed, a pained look on his face.

“This is my mom and sensei all over again,” he muttered to himself before leaning towards Robby, clearing his throat. “Look Robby, obviously we didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“How long has this been going on exactly?”

You and Miguel exchanged a look before you turned back to Robby. “Well, today…”

Robby squinted his eyes at you, then, he looked at Miguel. “When you told me you kind of had feelings for someone, that would be.”

“Me.”

“Her.”

“Did you know about this?” Robby asked you, accusatory and you only frowned at him.

“What? No! I came here today to yell at him because he didn’t even tell me that he and Sam broke up, I didn’t intend to-”

“Okay okay I don’t need to hear all that,” Robby quickly interjected, waving his hands at you until you stopped talking. His eyes kept darting between you and Miguel, like he couldn’t quite decide who to yell at first. Then, he sighed. “I guess I somehow should’ve seen this coming… You guys happy like this?”

You turned to Miguel, who was already looking at you with a smile on his face. “Yeah.”

“Ugh, you guys make me sick.”

A pillow was thrown in Robby’s direction, which he quickly dodged with a laugh. Meanwhile, Miguel scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Robby watched you for a second, before he shook his head.

“At least dad’s gonna be thrilled,” he snorted and you only rolled your eyes, leaning back into Miguel, who furrowed his brows.

“Why thrilled?”

“He always wanted us to date,” Robby explained, speaking over your loud ew. “At least one of his sons is following his wishes.”

“Let’s just wait before we tell people,” Miguel said, rubbing your arm. “Enjoy the peace and quiet before the crazy begins.”

You nodded in agreement and Robby only shrugged with his shoulders. “Fine with me if it means you guys keep the PDA to an all time low while we’re in public.”

“Didn’t you literally make out with Tory in front of like thousands of people on live tv?” you argued and Robby shook his head.

“That’s different. The world champion title was on the line.”

With a huff, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I hate karate.”

“Hey!”

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gothicfied · 3 months ago

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Bf!Jude Bellingham Headcanons

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Warnings: None! This is just pure fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: AHHHH Y'ALL SAW THAT YESTERDAY!! Idk if he'd ever act like that, but I love him and I just got the motivation to write for him after yesterday's match. I'll probably still go through my squid game requests, tho!

જ⁀➴ When you first met Boyfriend!Jude during his second year at Dortmund, you could've never imagined at which level that boy would play one day. You two fit perfectly together and you completed each other in every way — That's why Jude didn't even needed to think hard about asking you out. With a pretty face like yours, he was afraid he'd lose you to a different guy, so he obviously had to shoot his shot quickly.

જ⁀➴ You always wondered why Boyfriend!Jude chose you out of everyone. He could have any girl in the world, any model, influencer, singer... but no, he was adamant that he'd marry you some day.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who would have to reassure you about a lot of things in your relationship as he gained more popularity. He didn't mind, though, it was actually his favorite thing to do: Shower you with love and gifts, little acts of kindness to show you that he cared about you and only you. He knew how the media and fans could be and he tried his best to distract you from dating rumors or cheating scandals of him with other women. You knew Jude wouldn't cheat, he made that very clear to you from the start.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who would post you on instagram at any given moment. Cute photo of you at the beach? Posted. Flowers he got you? Obviously posted on his story with the cheesiest caption. You made a photo dump? Reposted in seconds. He loves you and needs to whole world to know what you mean to him.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who suprises you with souvenirs and little trinkets each time he comes back home from an away game.

You sat on your bed in your shared bedroom as Jude was just unpacking his small suitcase. They had beaten Manchester City at their away game in the champions league just yesterday, and ad happy as you were with the victory, you were happier to have Jude back home again. You glanced down at your phone for a moment until something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. A bunny. A stuffed, pink bunny with a cute ruffled dress and ballerinas was sat at the edge of the bed. "What's that?" You chuckled, taking the stuffed animal in your hands. "Just reminded me of you, y'know? Though you might like it." Jude said nonchalantly, but you could see the grin that was forming on his face. "Like it? I love it!"

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who absolutely loves seeing you in his jersey. Everytime you come with him and Denise, his mom, to one of his games you obviously wear one, prancing around with his last name on your back. Not only does it make Jude proud to see it, you also feel so special, knowing that's your boyfriend and you're not just a random fangirl. And after arriving home after the match, Jude makes you leave it on for him to admire. He always pushes your hair away to see the 'Bellingham' that decorates the backside of the kit, whispering in your ear how he can't wait to make you his wife.

જ⁀➴ You rarely ever argue with Boyfriend!Jude, but when you guys do, he is always the first one to give in and apologize. It's about something trivial and super unnecessary most of the time, but he will still buy you your favorite flowers and chocolate as an apology, being clingy the rest of the day. You can never stay mad at him for more than an hour like this.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who gives you a kiss goodbye everytime he has to leave early in the morning for training. If his alarm somehow doesn't wake you up, he tries his best to be as quiet as possible while moving through your room and the bathroom. Before leaving, he'd sit at the edge of the bed for a moment, taking in how beautiful you looked when you slept.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who gives the best hugs ever. His love languages are both physical touch and quality time, so expect a lot of cuddles and there's absolutely no way you won't get crushed in his arms.

"Sweetheart?" You heard Judes accent pierce through your ears. Even if you made fun of him for it sometimes, you have to admit that you've grown to love it. Following his voice, you made your way to the livingroom where he was sprawled out on the couch. "Yeah?" you giggled when seeing him like this, to which he just chuckled back and opened his arms, inviting you to join him. You climbed over him and laid your head down on his chest, his arms basically trapping you against his body. "I love you, have I told you that already?"

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who loves cooking with you. While both of you are certainly not the *best* at it, you still have a lot of fun... most of the time. There's just something so domestic about cooking or baking or doing basic, everyday tasks together that Jude likes so much. Even if it doesn't really go like you two wanted to, you'll still try to eat the dish, laughing about how it turned out — Because at least you made it together.

#jude bellingham #jude x reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #real madrid #real madrid x reader #football #football x reader #footballer x reader #football imagine

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maidragoste · 5 months ago

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Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

part of the universe of the parent trap au

I hope you all like it because I really enjoyed writing this!

Please, if you liked it, don't hesitate to leave a like, comment and reblog because that motivates me to keep writing 🥰🥰💖💖

I remind you that my inbox is open if you want to send me ideas for more drabbles from this December special 🤗💖

Anyway I hope you have a good read!

You walked into the living room with two mugs of hot chocolate. One for you and one for Aegon. You raised an eyebrow as you noticed that your stocking, which had been empty just a few minutes ago, now looked like it was about to overflow. Of course, he took advantage of your trip to the kitchen to put your gifts in. You felt your heart warm at the gesture. For a moment you couldn't help but feel bad for only giving him one gift.

"I knew we should have put a limit on gifts," you said as you handed him one of the mugs and sat down next to him.

It's the night before Christmas and the two of you are finishing wrapping the last of the gifts sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace. Aegon took twice as long to wrap but you didn't care. It was funny to see how dedicated he was to this task, sometimes he seemed so focused and stuck his tongue out without realizing it. In the end, his wrappings looked more precise than yours.

"I'm just making up for lost years" he replied with a smile. You knew he didn't mean to make you feel bad but again you couldn't help but feel guilty for disappearing for so long. It wasn't his fault that things with Aemond had ended badly. "Hey, we talked about it, we're fine" he reminded you pushing his shoulder against yours.

"Silly, you'll make me throw everything away" It was obvious you weren't seriously complaining from the affection in your voice and the way you looked at him with shining eyes. "I'm sure there are more than two gifts in there," you said looking at your stocking again.

"Shhh, just let me spoil you," he said before taking some hot chocolate. He looked at you confused when he heard the distinctive sound of the camera clicking. You just smiled at him before showing him your phone. He was there with a cream mustache on his face. He let out an exaggerated groan and watched with a small smile as you covered your mouth with your hand to keep from laughing out loud, probably to avoid waking Aemon up. "Just don't upload it anywhere, you'll ruin my image."

But you both knew you would never post it anywhere just like he could never upload all the pictures he had with you and Aemon. When his family asked him how your holidays were Aegon couldn’t proudly show them the pictures Laenor had taken with his phone when Aemon, him, and you were making snowmen or when the three of you were baking cookies. That was the deal if he wanted to stay in your life. No one in his family could know that you two were back in touch. Much less Aemond. So you and Aemon became Aegon’s secret. He thought he would become your secret too but you surprised him by inviting him to spend Christmas with you and your family.

"I don't think this will ruin your image. You look cute. You should upload it on your Tinder." The instant the words left your mouth you wanted to hit yourself. Did you just flirt with your ex-brother-in-law?

“I deleted Tinder,” Aegon said, trying to focus on wrapping the gifts and ignoring the way his heart raced at a simple compliment from you. He should be used to the effect you had on him by now, after all, he’s been pining for you since before you were with Aemond.

“Why? Did you meet someone special?” you asked curiously.

You were surprised that he hadn’t told you before and you couldn’t help but feel weird at the idea of him being with someone. You assumed it was because you thought you knew everything that was going on in Aegon’s life like he knew everything about you. Ever since you two got back in touch you talked every day, so you were surprised that he didn’t tell you that he had met someone.

“I don’t feel alone anymore so I don’t need it” Aegon replied telling the half-truth because he couldn’t tell you that you were the special person who had returned to his life. He wouldn’t let his feelings for you ruin things between him and you. As long as he could still be in your life and Aemon’s then he would settle for being your friend.

“It’s good that you don’t feel alone anymore but I don’t think you should give up on love,” you said “Who knows maybe next year you’ll find your special person and spend Christmas with them”

Aegon looked up from the gift he was wrapping to look into your eyes. You couldn't decipher what was in his eyes but his gaze was intense and it made you feel nervous for a moment. Not because you wouldn't like him looking at you like that but because you could already feel like you would spend the rest of the night without being able to sleep because you were thinking about how he looked at you.

“Maybe” he simply said, trying not to get his hopes up when he saw how you suddenly blushed.

What neither of you knew was that you weren't wrong. Next year you would both stop hiding your feelings for each other and next Christmas you would be celebrating together but this time as a couple. You and Aegon would be wrapping gifts again, only it would take longer to finish because Aegon would distract you by kissing you.

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samwinchesterswifu · 1 year ago

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You Shook Me All Night Long (Dean Winchester x Reader) Smut

Bunker seasons era

Song Inspo: "You Shook Me All Night Long" by ACDC

Warnings: literally the whole thing is just smut lmfao

MINORS DNI

A/N: ive been having TERRIBLE writers block. I dunno how happy i am with this one, so PLEASE let me know if this good smutty shit yall, thnxs for your endless support <3

Word Count: 1103

Summary: He surprises her with coming home early...but that's not the only thing he surprises her with.

The boys were away on a week long hunt. Since injuring her knee a few months ago during a Ghoul hunt, she’s decided to take a break from hunting to allow her body full time to heal. This allowed her a lot of time to make the Bunker a proper home for them. She would spend her weekends keep housing if the boys were still gone, then during the week she would spend time in the library cataloging or helping with research. Then, whenever Dean came home, she was hands on with focus. Her and Dean had been a thing for a little while. The stress of the job eventually breaking down the tough looking hunter asking her to be his life partner. She had happily agreed. There was no real label on their relationship, just two people who understood each other more than any other human.

It was a Sunday morning. Dean had called her the night before, informing her that they would probably be home Sunday night, or possibly into Monday. She was excited to see Dean. Since taking her leave, Dean coming home from these longer hunts added an extra excitement to their relationship. But knowing he won’t be home until as late as tomorrow, she treated it like any other Sunday.

Dressed in little shorts, a cute tank top that showed off her features she began her cleaning routine. Starting in the war room, making her way through the kitchen and then finally to the library. Music blasted throughout the speaker system of the bunker. Charlie had helped set her up with a Bluetooth connection to the old raggedy speakers one weekend while the boys were gone and they had a girls date. It was her little incentive to stay motivated.

One of her favorite 80’s song began on a new rotation of shuffle and she began swagging her hips to the beat of the song while spraying cleaner on the library tables, bending over to get all the way across. She was so distracted by the beat that she didn’t even hear the bunker door open. Dean had arrived home early as a surprise. Dancing around the tables, doing small spins or dance moves, Dean just admired her from a distance. He never got to see her like this. He dropped his bag down and with a thud she turned around to see him. Completely flustered that she was caught. The two of them just starred, Dean was practically undressing her with his eye making her squirm under his gaze.

Neither of them said anything as Dean strode towards her. Grabbing onto her hips, and pulling her tight to his chest. Breathing in the cheap cologne Dean always loved to wear, practically getting drunk off his sent alone. A grin creeps on Dean’s face and he sways the two to the beat. Eyes were locked on one another as he gave her a little spin before bringing her back into sway. A deep blush forms across her cheeks. She hardly ever saw Dean this way, usually this was after a good hunt and no one got hurt. Towards the end of the song, Dean crashes his lips to hers. This was a new hunger she hasn’t experienced. Sure, they’ve had make-up sex, ‘I thought I lost you back there’ sex, and so forth. But this was different, it was ravenous. Dean’s kisses grew heavier, teeth clashing as he drove his hands all over her curves.

At this point, her hips were pinned against one of the library tables. Dean broke away from her lips, kissing along her cheek and down towards the nape of her neck. Nibbling away at different spots along her collar bone. Small mewls and moans of pleasure leave her lips, earning a tighter grip of his hands on her. Dean leans down for a brief moment, hoisting her up by her legs to sit her on the table. He gently pushes her shoulders back on the hardwood, and continues to trail kisses down her clothed body. As he gets closer to her stomach, Dean shifts to be on his knees. Which was surprising. He places tiny kisses across her hips as he uses his hands to push open her legs. Dean yanks off her shorts underwear in a swift movement. Both pieces coming off together. This man was starving for her.

“Fuck,” Dean whispers looking at her pussy. His eyes drift back up to hers as he licked his lips.

In a split second, Dean was diving in. Lapping away at her folds like it was the most delectable fruit Dean has ever tasted in his time on earth. An orgasm was ripping through her body with moments. She tugs on his hair as he continues to coach her through the orgasm. But Dean wasn’t done, he was still at it. Moans echoed through the library and she felt so unholy. This is where men of generations came to learn about the monsters of her world, and yet her she was, bare ass on the same table as her man ate her out alive.

Another orgasm was on the horizon, and like the quick man that Dean Winchester is, two of his broad fingers are inserted into her folds. A shocked and rattled moan escapes her at the shock of surprise and pleasure. His fingers are going in and out like a jack rabbit. Dean occasionally curling them to reach her g-spot.

“Come on baby,” Dean whispers from his spot. This man was fucking edging her on.

Another finger inserted.

“If you want my cock, I’ll need another one from you,” his voice was demanding. And she was prepared to meet those demands.

His attack on her just sped up more, and more. While simultaneously sucking on her clit. But finally, she was close.

“Fuck, Dean,” she gasps. Tugging again at his strands.

“Don’t..stop,” breathing was labored and felt like she was about to see stars. She was there…she was right there…

Then there was nothing. The area Dean was just in was cold. Looking up in utter confusion, she sees her man pulled away. His chin shining with her cum and a shit eating grin plaster on his damn face.

She stutters.

“Y-you, you cant do that, please Dean.” The unpleasant feeling of an orgasm left unfinished pulsated through her.

“I’m gunna need you to last all day sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet,” He says as he gets up from his position.

Giving her a wink, he simply walks away leaving her baffled.

What the hell am I getting myself into.

#supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester x reader smut #dean winchester x reader angst

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yunhoszn · 1 year ago

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motive

PAIRING choi san x f!reader

WORD COUNT 3.37k

GENRES kinda fluff ig﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, friends to lovers, reader is lowkey down horrendous, but san is too i guess, um tbh this is just porn with minimal plot… 😭, reader gets jealous, Tension, i can’t think of anything else for the tame aspect so, making out, exhibitionism, soft dom!san, marking-ish, scratching, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, they’re like kinda clumsy in the way that everything is a fucking joke to them, actually a lot of kissing, san’s a sweet talker, public sex, shower sex, unprotected sex (pls be safe), creampie, cutesy ending

SUMMARY it’s annoying that your gym partner constantly gets flirted with right in front of you, especially when you have a crush on said gym partner. good thing your gym partner has a crush on you, too.

MORE HELLO oh my god okay, this is my first written fic on this blog and im actually so nervous posting it… but fuck it! we ball! this wasn’t originally the first fic i was gonna post but,,, the other one is still marinating in the drafts so you get mr. choi san instead <3 ALSO THANK U SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HELLO. my blog is 2 weeks old that’s insanity 🤕 big thank u to the loml @kimsohn for betaing for me ilysm maya <<3 pls reblog if u enjoyed and pls moot me :( i need more atiny friends 💔

“Wow, San, you’re so strong,”

You scoff to yourself as you watch the trio of girls surround him, dainty fingers touching anywhere they can. He laughs sheepishly, shifting his seat on the weight bench. You think it’s funny, really, the fact that he was eating up their attention and acting like he was so shy about it. He was supposed to be your gym partner.

With a small grunt, you take the dumbbells in front of you and focus on your form in the mirror. You make attempt after attempt to ignore the commotion behind you, but ultimately fail. How could you not stare with all the obnoxious giggling? Even as you lunge, eyes zeroed in on the perfect 90° angle your legs make, you can still make out the group’s reflection in the mirror.

Every drag of a manicured nail along his bicep, each twirl of hair, it was pissing you off. You had no real right to be mad, though. It’s not like San was your boyfriend or anything. You were just friends, and he’d volunteered to help you out when you mentioned struggling at the gym. What started as him spotting you when needed and giving tips to help improve your workouts, turned into waiting around for him to stop flirting with the girls who flocked over to him.

Maybe you were being a bit dramatic. It’s not like this happened every time you came to the gym, but it was enough to be irritating. There was also a very high probability that it ticked you off so much because you had a crush on San yourself. Your infatuation was less superficial, however. Yes, he was an attractive man, that was one fact that couldn’t be refuted, but there was more to him than his big muscles and handsome face.

You’d known San since you met in your first year Anthropology course. This was way before he started hitting the gym and building his physique. He used to be this thin, pretty boy. Girls thought he was cute, but that was about it. No one was jumping at the chance to ask him out, or giggling at his every word. No one except for you.

He was not only cute, but he was sweet and funny and just about every good quality you could think of. You didn’t want to be one of those people who thought you were special because you knew him before his insane bodily transformation, though in a way you were. San was your good friend above anything else, and you had a fear instilled in you that that’s all he would ever be. The idea made your stomach churn.

”Do you think you could bench me?”

A sigh pushes past your lips when you see one of the girls get a little closer to him. You’re over working out at this point, ready to just call it a day and go home. What were you doing here if your partner was going to ignore you the entire time? You set the dumbbells back on their respective rack, grabbing your phone and water bottle while simultaneously turning up the volume on your headphones to drown out everything around you.

You don’t bother telling San that you’re leaving, making your way into the changing rooms to grab the rest of your things from your locker. The frown etched onto your face as you do so serves as a reminder that he would never see you in that way. Perhaps you were perpetually stuck as the girl space friend. With a giant emphasis on the space.

There’s a gentle grasp around your wrist, making you jump in surprise. You turn around with wide eyes, pushing your headphones off your ears. San stares back at you with an unreadable expression, lips slightly pursed.

”God, San, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you hold a hand to your chest, heaving up and down a little.

”I tried calling your name, but you didn’t hear me,” he shrugs, releasing your arm and shoving his hands into the pockets of his athletic shorts. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ready to leave?”

”You looked busy.” Really, you wanted to hide the jealousy and bitterness from your tone, but ultimately failed, even throwing in an unintentional scrunch of your nose. It feels like your heart dropped to your stomach, resembling a prey caught by its predator when you realize the connotation behind your words.

San smiles at you, a smug grin that’s so out of character for him, you’re a little nervous now. He takes a step forward and you back up until you reach the lockers, one of his hands coming up to rest on the surface near your head. A small chuckle breaches the sound barrier, his eyes drinking in your figure like he might never get the opportunity to do it again. “Y/N… are you jealous?”

Instinctively, you shake your head. What he doesn’t know can’t kill him. But then he’s raising an eyebrow in question and you feel like a puppy with its tail between its legs. You blink up at him, nails digging into your palms to keep your composure. “Should I be?”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, that same cocky smirk on his features. He knows what he’s doing, you think to yourself. He has you cornered and he’s using it to his advantage. The hand that isn’t holding his weight comes up to your face, fingers gliding along your jaw with a feather light touch. “No, I don’t think so. The only girl who’s attention I really care about is right where I want her.”

Your breathing stutters, halting in your throat and momentarily winding you. Choi San might very well be the death of you. Especially with that darkened look in his eyes, the chocolate brown color now resembling the night sky. His thumb swipes across your lower lip, letting it resume its original place. “What do— what do you mean by that?”

He was giving you a bone, a hint that he could potentially feel the same as you, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted the words to leave his mouth and verbally confirm that for you. Want wasn’t even good enough. You needed it.

“There’s no way you don’t know,” San says, voice hushed. “No way that you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you since first year.”

Something similar to a choked groan departs from you, your pulse racing in your ears, thumping beneath your chest. You’re too stunned to move, frozen in your spot in case this is all some fucked up dream. It doesn’t even occur to you that someone could walk in, doesn’t even cross your mind that you’re in too public of a setting for this conversation or where it could go.

“I don’t— I didn’t…” Your eyes attempt to stay on his, but keep flickering down to his mouth.

“It was so hard for me to play nice guy for so long,” he whispers, a pout adorning his expression. “And today? I couldn’t even stare at you shamelessly because of those damn girls. It’s so fucking annoying when they bother me while I’m trying to flirt with you. But since I’m Nice Guy San, I can’t be rude.”

“You flirt with me?” You snort, your shell shock wearing off and a goofy smile worming its way onto your face. He laughs along with you, tilting away to hide the warmth blooming on his cheeks. The tension is still present, but it’s a lot more bearable.

”I guess I’m not very good at it if you couldn’t even tell,” he glances down at his feet, the confident San from before long gone and now replaced by a bashful version. “Am I going crazy, or is this gonna go somewhere? I don’t want to misread anything and ruin what we already have. The ball is entirely in your court.”

It’s your turn to be shy, shrinking in on yourself slightly. Acknowledging that you had feelings for San was a separate can of worms. There was a big difference between him confessing to you and vice versa. You know if given the stage, you’d just start blabbering on and on about how you feel for him, and that would just be embarrassing for both of you. So instead you say, “Can I show you?”

When he nods, your fingers raise to his jaw, cupping it gently as you lean up. Your lips brush his softly, barely grazing them. His eyes flutter shut, a shiver running down his spine simply from your kiss. A pleasant buzz courses through your veins from your lips to the tips of your fingers. You’ve wanted this forever, you don’t think you could ever go back.

You pull back and San fists the fabric of your t-shirt on your waist, eyes still closed as he chases your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, can I kiss you again?”

“Please,” you whine, enveloping your lips with his as soon as you get the green light. This time is desperate, noses bumping each other. You’re going lightheaded and dizzy, already intoxicated by him. Your back presses into the lockers behind you, arching into his chest for more.

He deepens the kiss and it’s almost too much. You’re overwhelmed by the emotions taking control of you, not at all prepared for what would come with actually being with San. It had always been a distant fantasy, something that felt so completely out of reach that you didn’t dare let yourself indulge in the notion for too long. The way his lips lock with yours, fluidly and synchronously like missing pieces of a puzzle, you think you can die happily.

“As hot as it would be to fuck you right here, I’d rather not get kicked out of this gym,” he chuckles breathlessly. “And since we’re both sweaty from working out, I think we could use a shower. Don’t you?”

You leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth, nodding frantically at his suggestion. Though you imagined your first time with San being in a bed, slow and sensual, you’d be so stupid to complain about this. Fucking in one of the gym showers, where anyone could hear you? Go big or go home.

He scopes the area to ensure the coast is clear before hauling you into one of the stalls, dragging the curtain shut. You kiss roughly between removing articles of clothing, San turning on the water while his lips make quick work of your neck. Goosebumps form on your skin when the cool water hits it, your fingers combing through his wet hair as he sucks harsh marks into your collarbone and sternum.

“You’re so gorgeous, babe,” he mutters into your skin, nipping lightly at the tops of your tits. One of his hands travels south, sliding through your folds with ease. He rubs tight circles into your clit, prodding at your entrance with his ring finger. “I need you to cum for me once before I fuck you for real, okay?”

“Mhm,” you moan quietly, hiking one of your legs around his waist. His finger pushes inside you to the knuckle and then curls. Your eyes all but roll to the back of your head, back arching off of the tiled wall. “Feels so good, San…”

“Yeah?” He smiles against your skin, trailing pecks up your neck and along your jawline. You whimper in his ear, cunt sucking in his finger greedily. He adds a second, the middle one, and applies pressure to your clit with the heel of his palm. The sight of you falling apart by his hand alone is sending blood rushing to his brain.

Your body feels hot to the touch, risking a downwards glance at where his fingers disappear into your pussy. It forces another whine out of you, your head tossing back. You tug at the strands of hair that stick to the nape of his neck, steeling yourself the only way you can in this position. San just seemed to know you, to know exactly what you needed without you having to tell him. Either he was really good at guessing, or everything he did seemed to be perfect, because you’ve never climbed to the summit this quickly before.

There’s a knot in the pit of your stomach that weaves itself tighter and tighter with each curl of his digits and each swirl of his thumb on your clit. You think you could cry from how attentive he was, from how determined he was to provide you pleasure. Your cunt contracts around his fingers, and he can sense the precipice of your orgasm, speeding up his pace.

You squirm around in his hold, allowing him to spread apart your thighs so he can brush the pads of the digits buried inside of you up against that spongy sweet spot. You’re trembling now, nearing the edge of that familiar cliff. “San, baby, I’m— god— I’m so close,”

“Let go for me, my love.” He coos into the corner of your mouth, hushing your moans. He doesn’t slow his assault, inching you further and further towards your release like it was his own personal mission. That knot in your belly begins to unravel until it slips through your grasp completely, your orgasm rocking into you like a tidal wave.

San aids you as you ride out your high, already spent before he’s even gotten the chance to be inside of you. He kisses you tenderly, pulling out his fingers with caution since you were still so sensitive. Your nails claw down his front, scratching his abdomen with a purpose. He shudders beneath you, lips curling up into another soft smile.

“What?” You ask with a giggle, mirroring his expression when he wipes water from your face.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, grin unwavering. “You just look really pretty like this.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get into my pants, Choi San.” You tease, yanking him down for a saccharine kiss. He reciprocates without hesitation, drawing his palm on your thigh so he can wrap it around his waist again.

“Me? Never…” He laughs along your mouth. “Is it working, though?”

You roll your eyes playfully, reconnecting your lips. “Are you gonna fuck me for real now?”

“What kinda question is that?” He glides the tip of his cock between your folds, shutting you up instantaneously. He’s heavy where he sits, slipping the shaft through your lower lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you forget where you are, baby.”

Before you can even let out another sound of appreciation, he’s stretching you out, cock thrusting up into your pussy without warning. You jump up a bit to hook your other leg around his hips so he’s supporting your whole weight. The new angle makes it easier for him to delve deeper in your cunt, his dick accessing places you’d never knew existed.

After he’s sure you’ve adjusted to his length, he starts to move, pistoning in and out of you much more forcefully than he did with his fingers. Your lips part for a voluminous moan, but then you hear a group of loud girls entering the shower area and San slaps a hand over your mouth. He makes no effort to stop, fucking into you without a single care for the people on the other side of the shower curtain.

“Did any of you see where San went? He disappeared so fast.”

You recognize the voice as belonging to one of the girls who was openly flirting with San while you were working out. Not even needing to see her, you can picture the exaggerated pout on her face based on her tone alone.

“He probably followed after that stupid bitch he’s always with.”

Your half lidded eyes meet San’s but he still pays no mind to them, digging his nails into your plush thighs. He pulls all the way out, just to slam his cock all the way back in. His pace leisures, but his power doesn’t, abusing your cunt with every snap of his hips.

“I think I’m gonna ask him out next time I see him. I have to stake my claim before someone else does.”

He holds back a laugh, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You drown out their conversation after that, too focused on the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls so deliciously to even worry about those idiot girls. Little did they know he was closer than they thought…

Thankfully, they leave not much longer after that, and he uncovers your mouth. You gasp for air, panting feverishly when he picks up his speed again. Your bottom lip quivers with a whine, too fucked out to conjugate words that make sense.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Taking me like a fucking princess,” San praises. He groans, water droplets slipping along the valleys of his sculpted chest and abdomen. It drips with every roll of his hips and every thrust of his cock into your pussy. This was what he had been building up to, what he’d been dreaming of for years. “Who’s fucking you like this?”

“Mmm,” you moan, supping him in deeper, further, as cavernous as humanly possible. “You, San— fuck— y-you are.”

You arch your back, sneaking a hand in the middle of the two of you and pressing the pads of your fingers harshly on your clit when you do so. San holds you closer to him so your pelvic bones nearly clash each time he punches into you. The change in depth that he fucks you has your cunt squelching, any semblance of coherent thought escaping you.

Your vision goes blank, stars decorating the backs of your eyelids as your second orgasm blindsides you. Not a sound leaves you after it knocks into you, cumming with so much force you think you might pass out in San’s arms. When you’ve finished, you let out a guttural groan, walls fluttering around his cock.

“Gonna cum— shit— where do—“ you interrupt him with a whimper.

“Cum inside of me,” your begging tone has him spilling into you practically on command. He fills you up perfectly, a moan from deep within him reaching your ears. You both stay like that for a moment, skin sticking to the other’s due to the thin sheen of sweat coupled with the steam of the shower coating your bodies.

You can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes, one of your hands coming up to caress his back gently. He pulls out with a wince, palms resting on either side of you as he recuperates. He breathes through his nostrils, forehead glued to your shoulder. His hands rub up and down your sides soothingly.

“It’s safe to assume you’re gonna turn that girl down when she asks you out, right?” You ask suddenly, attempting to diffuse whatever’s in the air between you now. San laughs into your shoulder.

“Y/N, I’m turning down any girl who asks me out from now on,” he stands upright, biting his lip before kissing you gently. “I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate that very much.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Girlfriend?”

“Am I being too overzealous?” His nose scrunches up.

“You’re being the right amount of zealous, I think,” you brush away a strand of wet hair that falls into his eyes. “But I think your ‘girlfriend’ would like it if you actually asked her to be your girlfriend.”

Choi San is the prettiest man you’ve ever set your sights on, but somehow, he looks even prettier smiling down at you after having sex with you in a gym shower. It’s a feat that should be considered illegal, and you should receive restitution for the distress it’s caused on your heart.

“Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

And well, maybe you’d deal with that later. It was kind of difficult to ignore that sparkle in his eyes, especially when it was directed at you. You nod without a second thought.

“I would love nothing more.”

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road rage – iv

joel miller x f!reader

word count: 4.7k

summary: on a drive home after a late night shift, a tailgating truck hits you, sending you off the road. the driver—his looks catching you by surprise—offers you a ride home.

content: [18+], bon appetit joel!!, age gap, lotsss of skipping around this chapter, joel being insecure and old, aching joints lol, soft joelll, no use of y/n

a/n: [UNEDITED] my first smut ever??? terrfied to post this, but let me know what you guys think?? either way thank you guys so much for all the support on this mini series, i can't believe it's almost coming to an end!! i got back into writing after years and it's been such a motivator to have you guys interacting and enjoying my work. as always messages are open and send any requests my way!!

pt. i pt. ii pt. iii pt. v

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FRIDAY - 9AM - TWO DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

Although his promise last night seemed sweet–his eyes locked with yours, still glossy from crying–he arrived the next morning agitated. He knocked on your door, but when you opened it he stood hunched over, hair tousled, and under-eyes puffier and darker than usual.

“Good morning!” You cheerfully waved to him, wrapping an arm around his bicep.

He only gave a tight lipped hum in response.

You glanced up at him, worry beginning to creep in. Last night flashed through your mind—Sarah’s icy glare, the way Joel trembled in your arms, the pressure in his jaw as he held back words. The stress of his week had clearly taken its toll on him.

The trip had been short. You visited a few local used car dealerships, but nothing caught your eye. Joel followed behind you like a shadow–his boots dragged against the pavement, each step weighted with tension. He barely spoke, instead cracking his knuckles, chewing his cheek raw, running agitated fingers through his hair. A fidgeting mess.

You tried not to take it personally.

“Joel,” you asked gently, hoping to pull him out of his silence, “what kind of car should I get?”

He shrugged, eyes fixed on some invisible point in the distance. “One that’s not so destructible,” he muttered flatly.

You frowned. “What about this one?” you said, amplifying your excitement as you pointed to a small silver Corolla. “Look at this thing– it’s so cute! Plus it’s a reliable car, it’ll last me until I’m as old as you!”

His gaze barely flicked up to the car. “Nice. I like it,” he said, tone devoid of any emotion.

You bit your tongue. There was clearly something on his mind. Probably Sarah. You wondered if he’d even spoken to her at all.

But you didn’t mention it.

Joel had always been complicated when it came to confrontation. With people like Sarah, Tommy…you. His hardened exterior didn’t quite hold when it came to those he cared about. Beneath the biting sarcasm and scowls, he was softer. More afraid. Afraid of saying the wrong thing. Afraid of losing someone again.

He knew what people said about him—that he was intimidating, gruff, unapproachable. At work, it didn’t matter. But when it came to you, it did.

He remembered the night of the accident vividly—how you stormed up to his truck, wild-eyed and furious, and yet still visibly shaking. You didn’t even notice, but he did. The panic just under your skin. The car door had slammed against the guardrail, and he remembered how carefully you moved, bracing yourself, your expression dancing between fear and fury.

That memory followed him as you waltzed from dealership to dealership. Sometimes your hand would occasionally graze his, bringing him out of some daydream and he would continue to follow behind you.

The ride home was silent. The hum of the engine and the shuffling of your feet on the mat filled the silence..

“I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, I can walk myself to the door.” You insisted when he pulled into your driveway.

Joel looked at you then—really looked. For the first time all day, his eyes focused on yours.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m lettin’ you walk yourself to the door, sweetheart,” he replied, voice laced with faint humor. You heard the familiar click of the locks. “And don’t even think about touchin' that door!”

You laughed, grateful for even a flicker of lightness. You waited as he came around to open the door for you, hand extended just like always. You took it, warm and familiar, unaware of how badly you’d come to miss that feeling.

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TUESDAY - 1PM - SIX DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

You sat hunched over your desk, chewing the cap of your pen–unfocused and anxious. Dull office chatter and copier whirring had been the only thing you’d heard for hours. You hadn’t spoken to anyone but your Uber driver and the phone call with your boss the night previous. You made it a point to avoid everyone in the office, burying yourself under all the paperwork you had to catch up on.

It had now been four days since you had seen Joel.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he’d said that night, giving you a chaste kiss, lips tight. His wave was small, almost hesitant.

You leaned in the doorway, giving him a longing grin. “See you soon, Joel.”

He didn’t answer. Only looked back with tired, unreadable eyes.

You gave him space, assuming he’d text you if he wanted. Maybe he still had to talk to Sarah. Maybe work was too much. Either way, you didn’t want to push him.

By Saturday, after a full day of radio silence, your chest ached from the quiet. You stared at your phone for hours before finally sending a message:

Thinking about you :) Call me?

He didn’t answer. You didn’t press it.

The following days were slow. Your car was still wrecked, the insurance company useless, and Joel—a ghost. You wandered around your home, the silence stretching like fog.

Then, as the night grew dark, your phone buzzed.

You need a ride to work tomorrow?

You frowned at the cold, transactional message. Staring down at his text, you knew you still needed a ride. And–maybe more than that–you just wanted to see Joel again.

Guilt panged your chest as you typed out your message.

If it wouldn’t be a bother. Thank you so much!!

He quickly read your message, saying nothing in response.

Hours passed. You tried to distract yourself with a documentary, half-watching when your phone rang.

Joel.

“Hello?” You said, your tone a little more nervous than you meant to give off.

You could hear shuffling through the receiver, what sounded like Sarah’s voice muffled in the background, and the slamming of a door. A ringing static filled the air and the chirping of crickets filled your ears.

“Sorry, darlin’” His voice came in low, worn thin. “Somethin’ came up at work. They want me in tomorrow morning.”

“That’s okay,” you said quickly, each word lifting a weight from his heavy shoulders. “You’ve already done so much for me. I can figure it out.”

There was a beat of silence–Joel was thinking.

“You sure, sweetheart? I can ask Tommy to come out and take ya.” He sounded unsure, the plan probably just had been formulated in his mind.

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see. “It’s okay, Joel. I promise. I’ll find a way there.”

Your laugh, light and familiar, drifted through the phone. Joel exhaled, a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“You’re too damn good to me,” he muttered. “I’ll make it-”

The screen door smacked open–another voice chimed in.

“Dad? Uncle Tommy and Anthony are here. Is everything okay?”

Sarah. She was breathless, panting each word by the time she got to Joel.

There was a shuffle, the phone rattling as Joel likely dropped it to his side. You could hear muffled voices, then the door shut again.

“I’ll make it up to you another time, darlin’,” his words were rushed. “I’ve gotta go for now. I’m sorry.”

A group of deep voices and the creaking of floorboards told you he was back inside now. You could pick out Tommy’s similar southern drawl out of the crowd, raised and indignant.

“It’s bullshit I’m tellin’ ya! Thinkin’ they can just just push us around like that!”

You cleared your throat, your pulse thrumming in your ears. “It’s alright– but is everything okay?”

Joel sighed, the firmness returning to his voice. “Yes, it’s just– a lot is goin’ on right now, sweetheart. I’ll fill you in later, but I have to go. Right now.”

His tone shocked you. It wasn’t mean–just demanding and firm.

“Yeah– okay, sorry. I hope it all works out…whatever it is.” You said awkwardly, trying to ease his stress.

“Thanks, darlin’. I’ll talk to you later.”

The line clicked.

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SUNDAY - 8PM - FOUR DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

Joel threw his phone onto the couch with a thud, dragging a hand through his peppered beard. The three standing in his living room stared at him expectantly as if he had called them there.

Tommy was the first to speak, his tone sharp, patience worn thin. “Joel, it’s bullshit what they suspended you for.” His jaw was tight, hands gesturing wildly. “That man is a fucking pain in my ass and I don’t care if you cussed him out or not–he deserved it.”

Joel scoffed, crossing his arms.

“A real ray of sunshine, ain’t he?” He muttered, sarcasm sharp. He knew Tommy had finally tasted the man’s entitled attitude while covering the site. Felt good to be validated, but it didn’t solve a thing.

Anthony stepped between the brothers, voice more measured. “Corporate isn’t going to listen if we’re angry. They’re already talking about moving you to the office–permanently.”

Sarah was curled on the couch, eyes wide as she listened to the men speak. “Are you gonna lose your job, Dad?”

“No, Sarah. Go upstairs.” Joel barked.

Usually she would argue, shoot back with some witty comment, but she knew better than to bite back at that tone. Light, tiptoed steps brought her to the top of the stairs where she kept out of sight–listening.

Joel turned back to the men, his eyes sharp. “Now why the hell would they do that? I’ve been runnin’ sites for twenty years now and they wanna stick me in the damn shop?”

Anthony didn’t flinch. “They’re sayin’ you’re a liability, Joel. Too many people walked off your jobs. Now they think you’re chasin’ clients away too.”

Tommy was quick to turn to his boss, betrayal stamped on his face. “You’re backin’ them now? That ain’t what you said on the ride over here! Joel said he didn’t say anything, so he didn’t!”

“I ain’t ever yell at someone who didn’t deserve it,” his words were slow, careful as he made unwavering eye contact with Anthony. “And as much as that man deserved it, I didn’t say nothin’. Honest.”

A thick silence settled between them, coating the walls.

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TUESDAY - 3PM - SIX DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

It was nearing the end of your shift and the weight of your worries weighed almost as much as the stack of unfinished work on your desk. It was looking to be the beginning of another lonely night.

Until–

Your phone brightly buzzed atop your desk, hands wasting no time to pick up the call.

“Hey, Joel.” Your voice was hushed, trying not to attract attention to your cubicle.

The lowered radio and steady engine humming filtered through the static.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice brought you back to when you laid in his arms–soft and comforting. It sent shivers up your spine. “What time do you get out of work?”

You knitted your brows in confusion. “In fifteen. Why?”

“I’ll be there. Don’t go anywhere.”

Click

Before you could ask any questions he had already hung up the line, leaving you in a wave of confusion. You sat back, riding out the rest of your shift until your coworkers began to get up in groups–signaling it was time to go home.

You stepped outside into the cooling dusk. Joel’s rusty truck was parked to your left under a flickering streetlight. He leaned on the passenger door, one hand behind his back, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

As you approached, he revealed a bouquet of white lilies.

Your hands flew to your face. “What’s all this?”

He reached towards you, arm snaking around your waist as he pecked your lips. “Told you I’d make it up to ya, didn’t I?”

You giggled, remembering the promise the man had made you. His breath tickled your neck as he leaned across you, pulling open the passenger door. You held the flowers close to your chest, cherishing them as you climbed into the seat.

“These are beautiful. Thank you.” You beamed.

As he drove, his tension seemed to melt. The familiar crinkle by his eyes returned.

“Didn’t know your favourite, but…these reminded me of you.” His voice was almost shy.

There was a moment of silence before he quietly added, “Thanks for bein’ patient.”

You looked to him, eyes earnest. “It really wasn't a big deal. I get it– work, family, it’s a lot.

Joel nodded, then chuckled under his breath. “Still…I’m lucky I’ve got someone as kind as you.”

You bit your lip, unsure to cross a boundary. “How did your talk with Sarah go?”

Unexpectedly, his face softened and his fingers relaxed on the wheel.

“I don’t know what I did to have a daughter as great as her.” His eyes were beaming with admiration. “She came up to me and talked about it– Sunday before I called you. Told me she wasn’t mad…just surprised. She’s just so mature, still teaching me things at my grown age.”

“She seems like it. With a dad like you I don’t doubt she’s got a good head on her shoulders.” You reached for the hand in his lap. “I’m glad things settled between you two. I was scared she wouldn’t like me.”

His hand squeezed yours. “Ain’t nothin’ not to like.”

You blushed, smiling down at the lilies in your lap. “You’re pretty damn good to me too, y’know.”

His thumb brushed your knuckles. “I’m tryin’, sweetheart. Just…tryin’ to get it right this time.”

A new, lingering sensation settled between the two of you as Joel’s truck rumbled into its usual spot in your driveway. The low purr of the engine faded as he threw it in park and the cab went silent except for his voice.

Joel talked absentmindedly about the parts of his week you’d missed—his late-night talks with Sarah, how Tommy and Anthony were helping him fix the mess at work, and threaded through it all, how much he’d missed you. His tone turned softer when he said it. “Missed you so damn much, darlin’...”

You listened silently, eyes trained on the curve of his lips as he spoke. God, you missed him too–more than you wanted to admit. There was something about being near him again that made your chest ache and flutter all at once.

The warmth from his smile radiated through your whole body. That smile that started at hte corners of his mouth and always reached his eyes. His hard gaze, always serious, sofetned the moment he looked at you, His eyes never stopped searching, studying every detail of your face to tell him everything it could about you.

And then there were his arms. Always flexing through his sleeves when he moved, the fabric tight around his biceps, the cling of his shirts to his chest drawing you eyes far too long for subtlety. You bit your lip, remembering how he looked after work–sweat curling his hair to his forehead, breath ragged, his whole body groaning with fatigue.

You were staring. He noticed.

“Somethin’ caught your eye?” Joel smirked, arm lazily draped over the wheel.

Cheeks flushed, you looked down to your lap. “You…” you murmured, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

A low, amused click of his tongue followed. “What was that, darlin’?” he asked, voice rougher now, more suggestive.

Your eyes snapped up to meet his. There was something new in his voice—heat, intrigue, control. It made your breath catch.

His hand reached across the console, slow and deliberate, resting gently on your thigh. Fingers traced small, teasing circles, inching higher with each pass. He watched you closely, his eyes flicking between your expression and his own movements.

“C’mon now,” he murmured, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “I know those pretty lips got somethin’ to say.”

Instinctively, your lips reached to wrap around his thumb, pressing a small kiss to the tip. Your eyes stayed locked with his.

“You…” you whispered. “I was looking at you…”

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. “You like what you see?”

You swallowed hard, barely able to nod. His gaze pinned you in place, pupils dark and wide, a slow-burning desire etched into every feature.

Joel’s hand cupped your cheek, warm and steady, fingertips pressing lightly to your skin as he leaned in closer. “You’re shakin’,” he noted with a smirk.

“I’m fine,” you lied, your voice trembling.

His hand didn’t leave your thigh even after he pulled the keys from the ignition. Without a word, he opened his door and circled the truck, opening yours like he always did. A small gesture, one you’d grown to love.

Inside the house, the cool air from the ceiling fan washed over you, easing the heat in your cheeks–but only for a moment. Joel’s hand was placed firmly on your back, making his way lower the further you walked in.

You tried to hide the way you trembled, but he noticed anyway.

“You nervous, sweetheart?” he teased, his voice low in your ear as he leaned close.

You shook your head quickly. “No…”

Joel chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re a terrible liar.”

His touch, soft and sure, made the same teasing trail as before–but slower now. More purposeful. He started with a taunting trail from your thigh that danced up your waist, grazing the curve of your waist, before stopping at your jaw. He tilted your face to his.

“Told you I was gonna make it up to ya, didn’t I?” he murmured, lips brushing your ear.

He repeated himself–slower, sensually–as his tongue traces along the shell of your ear. A soft whimper escaped you, a blurring frenzy of pleasure clouded your mind,

You squeezed your thighs together, core alight with anticipation. “Joel…”

“You gonna show me to that bed of yours, pretty girl?” His breath was hot, tingling against the back of your neck as he pressed wet, deliberate kisses. “Or you want me to just bend you over right here?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you took his hand and led him down the hall, your grip tight, your heartbeat pounding in your throat.

Once inside your room, you sank down to the edge of the bed, legs trembling. Joel shut the door quietly behind him and approached, standing between your parted thighs. His fingers cradled your face again, eyes locked onto yours.

“This okay, darlin’?” He asked gently.

You nodded, lip between your teeth. “Yes…please.”

That was all he needed–your eyes dark and hungry, silently pleading for your touch. Joel surged forward, his lips crashing onto yours, hot and desperate. His tongue coaxed your lips open, demanding entry as if he wasn’t close enough. Fingertips teasingly traced shapes on your skin and worked their way to the hem of your shirt, tauntingly tugging at the stitches.

A breathless gasp escaped you as he finally pulled back, his chest heaving. His eyes, blown wide with lust, locked onto your face—lips red and swollen from his kiss, chest rising and falling fast. You leaned into the warmth of his lingering touch.

“Jesus,” he rasped. “So beautiful.”

Hungry for more, Joel dipped down to your neck, planting sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His teeth grazed your shoulder before biting down, just hard enough to leave a mark and you whimpered, wriggling beneath him.

The shocks of pain pulsed through your body and the tender, loving kisses he placed on each bite left each shock with a surge of pleasure. His hands twisted in your shirt, pulling it up over your head with a smooth, practiced motion. The sudden chill in the air hardened your nipples, and a low, guttural groan left Joel’s lips as he took in the sight.

“Fuck…” His eyes darkened. “You’re killin’ me, sweetheart.”

He cupped your breasts gently, the heat from his palms radiating through you. As you tilted your head back, his gaze flicked upward, catching yours through your lashes and he couldn’t hold himself back.

Without a word, he leaned down and took one taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud while his other hand pinched and rolled the other. Your back arched, a desperate cry leaving your throat as your hand gripped the sheet, knuckles paling.

“Shit- Joel!” you moaned, his name slipping out like a prayer.

He hummed at the sound, lips still wrapped around your skin. “Love hearin’ you like this for me,” he muttered against your chest. “So goddamn sweet.”

Your body jolted when he pulled away, a needy whine slipping from your lips at the loss of contact. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes–his spit still glistening on your skin, connecting him to your chest.

He dropped to his knees with a gunt, both the floorboards and his joints popping at the contact.

“Lay back for me.” His voice low, commanding.

You nodded, grabbing a pillow to tuck under your head as you settled back onto the mattress. Hooking his hands under your knees, Joel pulled you to the edge of the bed.

Fingertips trailed up to the waistband of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them as you lifted your hips to assist him ease them off your hips.

His breath hitched. “Fuck me…”

A low groan left his lips at the sight of a blooming pool of darkness through the fabric of your underwear.

“All this for me?” His lips curled into a smug grin.

“Joel-” you whined, hips shifting.

He traced a lazy finger over the dampened fabric and you hissed at the contact, bucking your hips upward.

“Easy,” he chuckled, placing rough kisses to the inside of your thighs. “Be patient, sweetheart. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“S’not fair,” you whimpered, voice small, breathless.

A firm hand gripped your hips, holding you in place while you wriggled upwards, craving any sort of contact. “No rush. Wanna savor this.”

A growl rumbled from his chest as he gripped your thighs, tugging your core to the edge of the bed so your heat hovered just inches from his lips. Each touch was tauntingly slow, his tongue tracing a path up your thigh to the hem of your undergarments, his breath fanning your core.

“Fine,” he snarled. “I’ll give you what you want.”

In one solid movement your underwear was tugged to the side, the slick coating the fabric sticking to your skin. Joel took in a sharp breath, admiring the sight before him–your folds glistened with arousal that stained the sheets.

“Fuck…Look at you.”

“Please—Joel, I need—just…your tongue, fingers, anything—please.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them, raw and begging.

He flicked his gaze up to you, chest rising with each breath. “Don’t gotta ask me twice, darlin’.”

His tongue licked a firm strip through your folds before diving into your entrance, licking up everything you had to give. You cried out, hands flying to his head, tangling in his hair.

“Sweetheart,” he moaned against your skin. “Tastes so good f’me. So pretty too.”

He started with long, slow licks across your entrance, circling his way to your clit. While his tongue danced on your bundle of nerves, unworking you just the way you like, you entangled your fingers further into his peppered hair. You tugged him closer, trying to rut your hips up despite his pressing force.

Still pressing down on your hip, he removed a hand to carefully slip a finger into your entrance, you gasped in shock. He diligently explored your walls, and they pulsed as he slipped a second digit into your core. Looking up at you through his lashes, he continued lapping at your clit like a starved man and his fingers curled inside you in ways that made you scream.

You could barely see him through your watery eyes, the pleasure that rang through your body brought tears that fell down your face. You felt his pace quicken and the pulsing in your core grew more persistent as Joel brought you to the edge.

Pleasure clouded your mind, leaving your words a muddled mess. “Joel- mmm don’t stop…feels so good, please.”

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he purred, lips shiny, gaze hungry. “I feel her gettin’ tighter. Let it go for me.”

His sweet words combined with the added pressure of his tongue returning to your clit was enough to undo the knot in your stomach. Joel’s pressure released slightly as your legs shook underneath him and your walls gripped his fingers as you came undone with a broken sob

But Joel didn’t stop.

While garbled moans and pleas left your lips Joel was still between your legs. He was relentless against your aching, sensitive bud, and continued to lap at your juices long after you had come.

“J-Joel, s’too much,” you begged, fingers dug into his scalp. “Please, I can’t-”

A vibration shot through your core as Joel pulled away with a hum, licking his lips clean. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up to you in a lidded gaze, and he retracted his fingers from you, popping them into his mouth, moaning at the sweet taste.

“Got me fuckin’ addicted,” he groaned, voice low. “Tastes too good.”

You lay on the bed, body trembling, tears drying on your cheeks. He said something—soft, low—but you couldn’t make it out over the pounding in your ears.

Then came his touch again, careful and delicate.

A warm cloth glided between your thighs, his hands uncharacteristically gentle. He worked in silence, wiping away the slick that coated your legs. The room was quiet except for the sound of your shaky breaths and the occasional, quiet sniffle you tried to hide.

Joel didn’t say a word as he finished, tossing the cloth aside and reaching for the edge of the blanket to pull over your legs. His movements were slow. Thoughtful. But his eyes didn’t meet yours.

When he finally climbed onto the bed beside you, you felt the shift in his energy. Not lust. Not dominance. Something else entirely—hesitance.

He laid back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, his hand resting a safe distance away on the mattress, barely touching you.

It was only when he gently brushed a strand of damp hair from your face and pressed a feather-light kiss to your nose that you saw it—the uncertainty flickering behind his eyes.

“How you feelin’?” he asked, voice thick and low. “Was that… okay?”

You turned towards him, confused at the vulnerability in his tone. “Joel…?”

Despite how confident he'd sounded in the heat of the moment—how sure his hands and mouth had been—he suddenly looked regretful and scared.

He swallowed hard, voice quiet. “It’s just…been a while y’know. Since I’ve done that. Since I’ve wanted to do that.”

You blinked slowly, listening.

“I worry that…” he trailed off, fingers twitching on the sheet between you. “That I don’t got a right to touch you like that. You’re…younger. You look at me like I’m worthy and…I just-” He broke off with a shaky breath, running a hand down his face. “I dunno. Maybe I messed things up.”

Your heart twisted at his confession. You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his before he could pull away.

“You didn’t mess anything up,” you whispered, thumb brushing the back of his hand. “Not even close.”

He finally looked at you. Really looked.

“I meant everything I said,” you told him, curling closer into his side. “That was perfect. You were perfect.”

Joel’s lips parted like he wanted to argue, but nothing came out. Instead, his arm came around you slowly, unsure at first, until you nestled fully into his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere, Joel,” you murmured against his skin.

You felt the deep breath he took—felt it in the way his chest rose beneath your cheek. He kissed the top of your head and let out a barely audible, “Alright,” like he was still trying to believe it.

But his grip around you tightened, and for the first time since he'd left your body shaking, you felt him start to relax.

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kaisaerinlover · 7 months ago

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prize - sae itoshi

tw: kinda dark but not like my other stuff kinda dubious consent i guess

why are you even here? you have no idea, you don’t even remember how you got here, you don’t even know what’s going on, all you know is you’re some possession now, how could you know what’s going on anyway? no one filled you in, you just remember being led to the dorm room of someone, someone who you don’t even know, and left to sit on the bed. unfortunately for you that someone is sae itoshi. he won you, you think, you think that’s what’s happening. are you seriously being used as some motivational prize for a bunch of soccer players? this is seriously sick. you only know his name because there’s a jersey hung up on the closet handle that says it. you’ve been left alone in the room for what seems like an eternity, yearning for someone to come in and extinguish the loneliness, but the moment you see him enter, you instantly regret that wish.

sae walks in the room with someone behind him, a manager you think, and simply looks you up and down. his face is so empty, he’s unreadable. “is this her?” he looks at the older man behind him. “yes that’s her, she’s…” you zone out after that, they’re talking about you like you aren’t even there? like you’re some pet? you can’t even listen to their words anymore, you’re so horrified at the current predicament. you’re snapped out of it when the sound of the door closing echoes ever so slightly throughout the room. when you look up, you see the redhead towering over you, looking down at you. you feel even more self conscious than before and shift awkwardly.

“do you know why you’re here?” he bluntly asks, looking disinterested. you shake your head no, because you genuinely don’t, maybe your initial assumption was wrong and it’s just a big misunderstanding and maybe- “because you’re my prize now, understand” you wished too soon. what kind of misunderstanding would this have been anyway? stupid girl. you don’t do anything in response, you can’t even bring yourself to nod because you feel so tense. what does being a prize entail anyways? prizes are usually a fancy looking trophy sitting on a shelf, or a medal wrapped around the neck of some athlete, or maybe a money prize, maybe some stuffed animal, maybe an autograph. prizes are material possession usually, so why are you labelled as such a thing now? you were a normal person before this, so why? how can you even know what to expect when this is so… so… abnormal???

“what does- what- what’s a prize- what’s going to happen to me-“ you sputter over your words in anxiety. the prodigy in front of you simply stares at you and shrugs lightly. “anything i want” that doesn’t help soothe your nerves at all, actually it just made it worse. you’re so panicked you haven’t had any coherent thoughts since meeting the stranger, you didn’t even consider you were completely at his mercy. now you’re even more stressed. he notices it of course, how could he not? he finds it cute, like you’re some small animal freaking out over a predator looming over them, a cute bunny, or mouse. he doesn’t say that out loud though, he doesn’t so much as show it, fuck, he doesn’t say anything. his silence is so… eerie. he’s a unique guy, isn’t he?

what’s this guy’s deal anyway? he hasn’t shown a single emotion except indifference since walking through that door. he’s- suddenly a hand extends, touching your head and your face, the way you would touch some doll, or some sort of pet. it’s the first time he touched you. he’s examining you, you think, you can’t know for sure, usually you can tell people’s motives or even just a fraction of their thoughts from their facial expressions, this guy is just stuck on bored expression number 4 all the time clearly. you don’t protest though, you know better somehow, despite barely knowing him. “cute” he mumbles, having pulled his arm away from you and simply looking down at you now.

he’s weird, very weird. is probably what you would have observed about him in a normal setting. unfortunately you’re here as some sick prize for performing well in football matches. you had a life before this, don’t these people consider that?! what will your friends think, or family, or employer, or teachers, or anything? well, they never really cared that much did they, sweet girl? you’re just realising that now. you were never much of anything, nothing special, but nothing too weird worthy of getting picked on. did you even have friends? you never really talked to anyone. and now you’re paying the price for it, social connections are important, who’s going to notice you’re missing now? seriously, you went through life with the punishment of being a complete loner, and now you wound up here as well. does it get any easier ever? sae’s voice snaps you out of your slowly increasing nihilistic moment of realisation. “i had a long day today” he looks at you expectantly. you’re confused, does he want something? a massage? sexual gratification? are you supposed to know? you’re looking at him, head tilted to the side, hair sitting on your shoulders ever so cutely, god, he could ravage you here. you have those big innocent eyes he loves so much, you look so so clueless. very endearing. he locks his eyes on yours again as you answer him in an ever so small voice “o-okay-“ you manage to sputter out. seriously, what can you even say?

your dumbness is cute, to sae at least. he’s not even sure you know who he is, honestly. he hopes you do, but not knowing also comes with its share of benefits. he thought you would take the hint though, isn’t it obvious? can’t you just help him destress after a long day? unfortunately to sae, empathy is not his strong suit, actually it’s nothing to him. he’s devoid of it. so naturally he doesn’t understand that after you get swooped from your regular life and left in a dorm room belonging to some weird, yet albeit, handsome man you’re not really thinking things through critically. it was cute at first but he wants relief now. he guides you off of his bed and pushes you down gently onto your knees, and takes your spot on his bed. you go to protest but you’re silenced by his long finger pressing against your plump lips. wow, they feel really good pressed against his finger, his finger alone. how are they going to be on his cock? crazy good, probably. really fucking good. he’s excited now. he’s not the type to care for women, or anything really, but he’s interested in you for sure by now. you’re looking up at him, you know what he’s about to make you do, but you try and delude yourself. that works for the brief few seconds of him simply admiring you before he starts sliding down his shorts and boxers. he looks down at you with what anyone would say is a bored expression. “open” and you do. you do exactly what the prodigy says. you open your mouth ever so meekly. you don’t even know why you were so quick to oblige, but you tell yourself it’s fear, because why would you even want to consider the possibility of it being anything remotely positive in a situation like this.

he’s gentle at first, for the most part. he has a hand situated on your pretty little head but he’s not pushing you. just massaging your head. playing with your hair. like a pet. maybe like the way a child shows affection to their baby dolls. he breathes heavily as he’s slowly playing with your mouth using his cock. it’s scary, you never did this before ever, it’s the first time, you would rather not tell him that out of fear of sounding like you’re protesting. it’s easy at first, too easy, you ease up a little bit. what a mistake that was, sweet thing. he gets so relentless after a while, so fucking relentless. he grips your hair with such strength your eyes actually sting from it and your mouth is stuffed with his cock. he’s fucking your mouth so brutally, but when you look up at him with blurry, tear filled eyes, he looks so beautiful. maybe if you didn’t have his cock fucking your mouth right now you would even blush at the sight. sae itoshi is gorgeous. but do you know how annoying it is to find the owner of the prize you are attractive in such a moment? you feel a vague sense of self disgust wash over you. you’re pulled from those thoughts as he fucks your mouth harder than what you thought was even possible. the day you lost your innocence truly came sooner than you thought. sae is in ecstasy right now, wow, he doesn’t care for girls at all, he doesn’t ever grant himself sexual gratification including women most of the time, so the warmth of your mouth and throat are so welcoming to him. he likes you, he thinks. you look so cute on the floor, mouth all stuffed like a little mouse or hamster, greeding for treats. he almost laughs at that, he shouldn’t compare such a thing whilst he’s fucking your mouth like this. you’re like a pretty little flower, he can tell you’re innocent. he has a good sense when it comes to these things. you’re a cute lily, or something, he doesn’t know much about flowers, but what he knows about you is he wants to pick the petals off of you 1 by 1 and reap your innocence. god, you’re so fucking cute. taking him so well.

both of you are relieved when he finally cums, for different reasons of course. you’re so glad it’s finally over, your jaw aches in a way you’ve never felt it hurt before. that’s truly the sensation of losing your purity, or a small part of it. you’re sure sae will take more soon, and he’s sure too. sae is relieved he came too, but wow. you look so nice down there on your knees, panting, tears streaming down your face, hair messed up in a manner that he’s not sure if it’s actually cute, or if he just finds YOU cute in general, but he doesn’t care and doesn’t dwell on it. you have a mouth full of his cum. gross, it tastes of salt, and the texture is as slimy as sae’s personality. he’s gross and this is gross. you go to spit it out, but you’re stopped by his hand. he’s kneeling on the floor in front of you, panting too, out of breath as much as you are (stupid bastard, you think to yourself, you’re tired from the pleasure i gave you? please). you didn’t even notice he knelt down. his index finger pushes your chin up, you know what he wants. he’s waiting expectantly for you to give in and swallow. you’re not feisty, you’re not some charismatic, strongminded girl from a series or book. you oblige. and he looks at you, still expressionless, but his eyes are telling you he’s glad you obeyed so mindlessly. he stands up and looks down at you, “good girl” he says it so effortlessly. it sounds really nice actually. your cheeks heat up at the simple praise. ah. why do you feel this way for him?

all you did is overthink since you got here, not a single coherent thought was formed, and you just became acutely aware of the ache in your whole body. your knees hurt so much, your head is aching and your back feels stiff. on cue, the oldest itoshi extends a hand out to you. should you take it? you could be like the girls in the movies, the series, the books, all of those works of fiction you’ve read countless times, heard stories of so often, you could slap his hand away and show him you’re more than some prize, heck, you aren’t a prize, you’re an individual too. you have individuality don’t you? you’re strong too, and you don’t need him. you won’t be his mindless toy. is that why you accepted his help then? he helped you stand, you are naturally a little off balance, you kneeled for quite sometime, didn’t you little trophy? you’re like a bunny caught in the wind, a small mouse, a baby animal taking its first steps, a flower succumbing to the conditions of the fall season, harsher than what it was accustomed to in the summer. that’s how sae sees you. he doesn’t play for prizes, he doesn’t play for rewards, he’s not a greedy man. he’s not looking for anything like that. but you’re the best thing he’s gotten in a long while from playing soccer so often. what a great prize you were, he wasn’t playing to get you anyway, he didn’t care, all of the other guys went crazy over the thought of winning such a prize, having their own woman to fawn over, do whatever they wanted with and face little consequences, whilst avoiding the effort of finding one too, but he didn’t care at all. but somehow, he’s glad he’s the best. he’s glad he’s the best because it brought you to him. you’re his now. you haven’t quite fully accepted it yet, but you will. you’re only resisting because you don’t want anyone to think you’re weak. or desperate. or stupid. or anything negative. but no one will think that anyway, you’re a prize now, trophies don’t need to stress about such trivial matters. your world is sae now. you can be as mindless and carefree as you want, because you don’t have any other responsibilities any more other than being a subservient little princess for sae itoshi. he knows you’re probably having an internal conflict, but he has patience. he has patience that spans for miles and miles. he could wait a decade. he’s not an angry guy, he doesn’t care at all. he’s not an anything guy really. one thing he’s pretty sure about though is that he won’t need that patience, you’ll crack. and it won’t take long. he’s happy at that fact, but he won’t show you it.

he knows his thoughts were correct when you trusted him enough to sleep in his bed the first night. you must have been really tired, huh? tired angel. sweet girl. that’s what he’s thinking. he thinks you’re all sorts of things. all positive, but all so demeaning. you’re just a possession after all, he still won you, and you’re so easy. you took no effort at all. you’re just something to be doted on, and used, not someone with a mind of their own, you aren’t equal to him. you’re more akin to… to a doll, he supposes. it’s fitting for you. he pats your head as you sleep against his chest and strokes your hair a bit. god you’re cute. yeah, you’re really his doll. being the best has never felt as good.

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