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wicked-mind · 4 years ago

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Last Love

Summary: Based on the quote “He may be your first love but I intend to be your last” by Klaus Mikaelson.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Descriptions of domestic abuse, swearing.

Note: I wrote this in an hour after a sudden spurt of inspiration. Any mistakes are my own due to the fact it is two in the morning lol. As always, any likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. I love that shit (:

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You were on your way to class when you felt a grip on your upper arm, pulling you into a janitor closet and shutting the door behind you. Your blinked your eyes a few times to adjust to the darkness before seeing the muscular, dark haired man in front of you with a cocky grin that seemed to be permanently on his lips anytime you saw him, “Bucky! What the hell? Class starts in like thirty seconds, I can’t be late again!.” You whined out at him. It was your sophomore year in college and the teacher in the class you had happened to be an asshole of a professor with a god complex and he had humiliated you in front of the whole class the first time you were late.

Bucky grinned down at you, taking a step closer and placing one hand on the shelf behind you beside your head, leaning closer until he could smell your sweet perfume, “I miss you, doll. That boyfriend of yours has been taking up all your time leaving none for me.” He purred out to you before checking the watch on his wrist, “Nine-oh-one. You’re late. Might as well hang out in here with me.”

You had known Bucky since high school and somehow even ended up at the same college which he always claimed was a ‘happy accident’ or ‘fate.’ You didn’t know why, but he was infatuated with you. He was always cornering you against lockers or pulling you into empty rooms to slip out some sly line that always made your heart beat a little too fast and always managed to make you blush. You pulled your notebooks tighter to your chest as he leaned closer, forgetting how to breathe for a moment in his presence. You always felt something for Bucky, and he knew it, but the fact he couldn’t keep himself out of trouble was something that had always held you back from being with him, “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to spend as much time together as we used to, Buck… It’s just Charlie doesn’t really like you very much and I have a lot of studying to do.” Charlie had been your boyfriend for almost a year and he was so unbelievably sweet to you. He treated you like a princess and always gave you the warmest hugs and softest kisses. Well, almost the warmest hugs and softest kisses... There’s only been one other person that had Charlie beat and he was cornering you in a janitor closet.

Bucky chuckles a little at your excuse, shaking his head before resuming to stare into your eyes, “Oh, Y/N. My perfect little Y/N.” He said, lifting his other hand to gently run his knuckles along your cheek causing a shiver to run up your spine, “Do you love him?”

You pondered his question for a moment, slightly lost in those gorgeous blue eyes of his before nodding slowly, “I do, Buck. I really do love him.” You squeaked out. Bucky always made you nervous and your legs feel numb.

Bucky’s grin turned into a sweet smile towards you. He moved his hand that was stroking your cheek to lean on the shelf behind you as well, trapping you against the shelf now with both his arms. He leans his face closer until you could feel his warm, minty breath against your face and his lips were almost brushing against yours, “That’s fine, sweetheart.” He whispers out to you, staring into your eyes with his mischievous blue ones, “He may be your first love, but I intend to be your last. I’ll wait for you forever, doll.”

It had been a year since you graduated with your bachelors degree and also a year since you had seen or talked to Bucky due to Charlie. You had moved in with him right after graduating and that was when it seemed like his personality took a complete 180. He no longer left sweet kisses on your skin or gave you those warm hugs that made you melt. Instead those once sweet touches you craved had turned into violent ones you flinched away from. Charlie drank too much and that was when he was at his worst. He would lose his temper over what seemed small to you but was the end of the world to him. But you felt trapped. You had tried to leave once but he came home from the bar before you managed to slip out the door. He punished you for that, leaving you a shaking mess on the floor in the bathroom with a broken nose and bruises on your ribs.

It was the holiday season and Charlie had told you to decorate the house for a Christmas party he would be hosting tomorrow. You spent your whole day setting up a tree and decorating it as perfect as you could before moving onto decorating the rest of the house. You hung up the stockings on the fireplace and decorated the mantle with little nutcrackers your grandmother had passed down to you before she passed away. Once you were proud of the decorating of the house, you waited and waited for Charlie to get back from wherever he had went, assuming he went to the bar. You stripped out of your clothing and put on some comfy pajama pants and a tank top before pulling your robe over your body. You went to make some tea and sat on the couch, waiting for Charlie to return.

You tried to keep yourself awake on the couch, but slipped off into sleep sitting up with a blanket on your lap and the tv playing some late night television show. You were startled away with a crack, your eyes opening to see Charlie knocking off the nutcrackers from the fireplace and stepping on them one by one, “Charlie, what are you doing?!” You said, launching off the couch and trying to snag one of the unharmed nutcrackers.

Charlie immediately turned his gaze on you, gripping your wrist roughly before you could grab one of the nutcrackers, “What did I tell you?” He growled out, his eyes glossed over and his breath stunk of alcohol as he spoke to you.

“Honey… I decorated… I’m sorry if you don’t like it just… Just tell me what you were thinking and I’ll fix it…” You breathed out, trying your best to put on a smile to calm him. The grasp he had on your wrist tightened, causing you to wince, “C’mon, honey… let’s just go to bed and I’ll fix it all tomorrow before the party, I promise.”

Charlie shook his head at you, making light clicking noises with his tongue, “Oh baby… Why can’t you just get things right the first time?” He mumbled out to you before a harsh slap came across your cheek, making tears fall from your eyes as you whimpered for him to please stop, “You make it so hard to love you.” He said, moving his hand from your wrist to your cheeks, squeezing them harshly before shoving you back hard enough to make you run into the Christmas tree, knocking it over with a loud crash beside you on the floor.

You looked over to see him approaching you with that look in his eyes that you knew so well. He wasn’t going to stop and this wasn’t over. You scrambled to your feet, making a run for the bathroom to lock yourself inside but as you were shutting the door Charlie kicked it open, causing you to fly back against the counter and wince at the pain that shot up your arm when it hit the edge of the hard counter. You sunk to the ground, holding your hands up towards him as if to tell Charlie that you had been defeated, sobbing, “Charlie I’m so sorry… I’m so-“ Charlie cut off your sentence by landing a punch to your cheek before gripping onto your hair and pulling you up to meet his eye line, “You say your sorry every time and yet here we are again. You’re so disappointing and worthless.” He growled out, throwing you by the hair towards the tub which you stumbled over and fell into, bringing the shower curtain and rod toppling down on top of you. He was on you in seconds, slapping you again with the back of his hand where his college football ring managed to open up a large cut on your lip. He gripped the collar of your robe, pulling your face close to his, “I can’t even stand the sight of you.” He growled out before pushing you back into the bathtub. He stood up straight, placing a hand on his hip while the other ran through his hair slowly as he let out a deep sigh, “I’m going out. I expect this all to be cleaned up and when I get back you better be waiting for me in bed.”

You watched him exit the bathroom door with a slam, staying still with tears running down your cheeks until you heard the slam of the front door indicating Charlie had left again. You let out a loud sob, looking around the bathroom. You felt hopeless, worthless… lost. You needed to get out of here, get away from him. You pulled yourself out of the bathtub, wincing slightly when you got to your feet and noticed a large bruise forming on your thigh which you assumed was from when Charlie threw you into the tub. You forced yourself to look in the mirror at the injuries on your face- a nasty split lip, a cut on your forehead from when you were thrown into the tree and landed on the floor, and a bruise already forming on your cheek where he had punched and slapped you. You shook your head at yourself, wondering how you ended up here. Wondering what you had done to make Charlie turn into a monster.

You stepped out of the bathroom slowly on shaking legs, wincing at the pain in your arm and leg as you made your way to the bedroom, still sobbing. You saw your phone sitting on the dresser and the only thing that could pass through your mind is that you needed safety. You needed someone to help you. You needed Bucky. You grabbed you phone and prayed that his number was still the same, clicking his number and holding the phone to your ear.

“Hey, doll.” His voice was still like velvet, rolling off his tongue in a flirty matter and you just knew he had that crooked grin planted on his lips, “Been a while, how you been pretty girl?” You opened your mouth to speak but only a small sob came out of your mouth which made his tone change instantly to worry, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself so you could form words, “Bucky… I need you… I need help…”

You could hear him fumbling around, assuming he was pulling himself out of bed and throwing on clothes, “I’m on the way, just text me the address. I got you, darlin’.”

You breathed out an ‘okay’ before hanging up the phone, sending him a message of your address and slumped onto the floor of your bedroom, gripping the phone for dear life as if it was your only life line. Then you broke. Wailing and crying at the trauma you had endured for over a year and you couldn’t help but feel like Bucky wouldn’t be able to do anything to help you.

You heard the front door open and you fell silent, your body tensing as you wondered if Charlie had returned. You held your breath, hoping that you could just make yourself invisible if you were silent and still enough. Then you heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom in a rush and you looked up to see Bucky standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

Bucky broke just about every traffic law he could on his way over to your house, letting himself in and scanning the rooms for any sign of you. His brow furrowed when he saw the tree knocked over with broken ornaments and nutcrackers on the floor, wondering what had happened. Then he walked into the bedroom and saw you there on the floor, beaten with tears rolling down your cheeks and gripping your phone, “Oh doll, no.” He whispered out, walking over and kneeling down on his knees in front of you. He lifted your chin up and looked at the wounds to your face, “What happened, sweetheart?” His angel, his perfect little Y/N was there in front o him broken and it was breaking his heart.

You could see the anger in his eyes but his tone was nothing but soft and filled with concern. His touch was gentle which was an immediate relief to you, having not been touched gently for so long. You whimpered slightly and closed your eyes, shaking your head, “Bucky… Please… Just get me out of here…” You sobbed out.

Bucky gently ran his finger tips over your cheek, nodding towards you, “I got you, sweetheart. Do you have a bag anywhere?” He asks and you nodded, pointing over to the closet. He stood up and went to the closet, pulling out a suitcase and placing it open on the bed. Bucky came back over to you, kneeling down and taking your hands gently to help you stand, “What do you need?”

“Just… Just some clothes… I don’t know.” You mumble out to him, your body still shaking and you gripped onto him, worried you’d fall.

Bucky nodded, keeping one hand in yours and moving the other around your waist and helped you to sit on the bed, “You just sit here, I’ll get your stuff.” He told you with a small smile before going back into the closet. He grabbed as many of your clothes he could from the closet, quickly shoving them into the suitcase as you stared at a wall still shaking. Once Bucky was done in the closet, he looked around the room for anything else you may need. He went through the bedside draws, grabbing out your journal and throwing it into the suitcase as well as your phone charger. Then he went to the dresser and opened the drawers, pulling out anything that looked like it was yours such as bras, underwear, and some jewelry. Once he had the suitcase full he turned to look at you, tilting your head up to look at him with his fingers on your chin, “Is there anything else you need, sweetheart?” He asks softly and when you shook your head no, he zipped up the suitcase and lifted it by the handle with one hand and outstretched his other towards you.

You shakily take his hand, letting him pull you up from the bed and help you out of the bedroom headed straight for the front door. You pause when you see all the Christmas decorations ruined, releasing his hand and walking over to grab the only nutcracker that hadn’t been broken by Charlie. You pulled it into your chest before going back to Bucky’s side where he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and led you out of that terrible house and into the safety of his black truck.

Bucky kept his hand in yours for the whole drive, cranking the heat so you weren’t shivering as you were still in your pajamas and robe. He would glance over at you every so often to just see you staring at your bare feet and would give your hand a small squeeze as if trying to ground you. Once he got you back to his house, Bucky helped you through the front door where you were immediately met with familiar faces sitting on the couch watching a football game and drinking beer.

“Oh my god, Y/N?” Steve asked, standing up and walking over to you immediately, looking down at you with a horrified look on his face, “What happened?”

You looked up at Steve and tired to manage the best smile you could, “Hi, Stevie.” You say softly then notice Sam was right behind him and you half smiled towards him before looking back down at the floor, still clutching the nutcracker in your hands.

Bucky noted how uncomfortable you looked, not wanting to talk about what had happened yet, “I’m gonna get her upstairs guys, I’m sure we will have time to catch up later.” He said, giving Steve and Sam a look before leading you upstairs to his bedroom. He set the suitcase down on the floor and watched as you immediately sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the nutcracker in your hands. Bucky moved to sit next to you on the bed, rubbing your back softly, “Y/N, sweetheart, can you tell me what happened? Did Charlie do this to you?”

You kept your eyes on the nutcracker in your hands. At least Charlie didn’t get to your favorite one and you were able to bring it with you. He had red circles on his face for rosy cheeks and a long white beard with blue clothes painted on him and a matching blue hat. Tears hadn’t stopped falling from your eyes since Charlie left, “He just… changed, Buck..” You started, your voice barely above a whisper, “After I moved in with him, he changed. He started drinking a lot more… and then all this…” You lifted a hand to gesture to your wounded face, “All this just… happened. He was upset about how I decorated for Christmas…”

Bucky felt more rage than he had ever felt in his life for what you had been through, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He whispers to you, keeping his voice leveled as he didn’t want you to know how angry he was, “What can I do?”

You looked up into his eyes, scanning his face before looking back down at the nutcracker in your hands, “Can… can you just hold me until I fall asleep?” You ask softly, “I still don’t feel… safe.” Bucky had always made you feel safe even though he was quite the trouble maker. You wished you would’ve just given into your feelings for him then maybe none of this would’ve happened to you. And the way he looked at you… fuck, all those feelings you had for him just came flooding back in like you haven’t seen him for years.

Bucky smiles and nods, “Of course, doll. It’d be my honor.” He told you, “You’re always safe with me, sweetheart. But before we go to bed, why don’t we get you cleaned up?” When you nodded, he stood and left the room coming back with a frozen bag of vegetables, a damp wash cloth, and some rubbing alcohol. He cleaned your wounds on your face, making you hold the frozen vegetables to your cheek to help reduce swelling. Once you were all cleaned up to the best of his capability, Bucky helped you change into some clean pajamas since the ones you had on were slightly torn with spots of blood from your own wounds. It also gave Bucky a chance to assess the large bruise forming on your upper thigh. Once you were all changed, he got into bed with you, tucking the covers over your shoulders.

You stared at Bucky who was staring back at you with a small smile, gently stroking his fingertips along your arm to comfort you. After a few minutes of silence, you decided to speak, “I’m sorry, Bucky.” You whisper to him, “For not talking to you… He made me stop.”

Bucky smiled and shushed you, “It’s okay, doll. You’re here now. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You nod slightly and scooted a little closer to him, leaning your head on his chest though it made you wince at the touch but you didn’t back away, feeling safe and comfortable as he had always made you feel, “You’ve always been my person… Thank you.”

Bucky moved his hand to stroke through your hair softly before kissing your forehead gently, “And I always will be.”

Bucky helped you through a lot over the next six months. At first, you’d flinch whenever anybody made a sudden more towards you or something loud startled you. Bucky was always there right beside you though, taking your hand and leaving kisses along your knuckles to calm you down and let you know it was going to be okay. You stayed in his room, he had made room in his closet and drawers for all your clothes. You slept next to him in his bed everynight, feeling safe in his arms. Charlie had been calling your phone incessantly and one day after sixteen nasty text messages and an awful voicemail, Bucky left with Sam while you stayed in the house with Steve watching cartoons. After that day, Charlie never bothered you again and although you were worried about what Sam and Bucky had done to him, you were grateful to finally be able to move on with your life.

After Charlie had been taken care of, Bucky and you quickly got back into the groove of your friendship. He would flirt with you nonstop, always wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulder and leaving soft kisses on your forehead and nose. He even helped you with your nightmares, pulling you close and waking you up to whisper sweet and comforting things into your ear until you fell asleep again. Bucky grounded you, made you feel special. He was slowly making up for all the things Charlie had done to you, showing you how special you are and all the love you deserved.

You were curled up next to him in his bed, staring at his sleeping face as his arms were wrapped around you. He looked so beautiful laying there asleep that it made a small smile form onto your lips. You’d been kicking yourself the last few weeks mentally for not just giving into him years ago, wondering what your life would’ve been like if you just said yes when he asked you out everyday in high school. You bit your lip gently before whispering, “Bucky?”

“Hmm?” Bucky hummed out to you, keeping his eyes closed but a small smile formed on his lips at your voice.

You studied his features, nervous for your next words, “Did you mean what you said years ago? About being my last love?” You ask softly.

Bucky opened one eye to look over at you when you asked the question, his smile widening and he pulled you closer into his arms and kissed your nose gently, “Of course, doll. Why?”

You smile softly to him, watching him now open both eyes to stare at you curiously, “Because I… I love you. I always have and I’m sorry I wasted so much time not being with you.”

Bucky’s smile turned into that crooked grin that you swear was crafted by god himself, “You mean that, sweetheart?” He purred out to you, “You love me?”

You nodded slowly, “I do. And not just for saving me but everything you’ve always done for me. You’ve always treated me like I was important, worthy of love.”

Bucky shifted in the bed, rolling on top of you and staring down at you lovingly, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say those words, sweetheart.” He said down to you before lowering his face closer to yours, his lips brushing against your jaw softly making you let out a jagged breath at his touch, “Because I have always loved you. And I always will love you. We are meant to be, baby. Just took a little longer for us to get here.” He whispered out against your skin before his lips met yours, kissing you deeply while he brought a palm up to your cheek.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words, thinking it didn’t get better than this. But then he kissed you and it was like fire danced across your skin. Your hands went up to tangle in his dark hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been kissed so affectionately, felt so loved. You kept kissing him, not wanting to waste anymore time without feeling his love. You were finally his and he was yours.

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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𝕭ʟᴜᴇ 𝕳ʏᴅʀᴀɴɢᴇᴀ

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sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x sᴜɢᴀʀ ʙᴀʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you come home from california after a year back to your old man

(Heavily inspired by Heroin by Lana Del Rey + Lightly by Old Money by Lana Del Rey)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs:: major angsttt, smut 18+ minors dni plz, bit of fluff, age gap

TW/CW: past drug use [reader], post-rehab

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: lana del rey’s music gives me major sugar daddy!steve vibes idky lol

(also brief description of ‘reader’ written to have hair that can moved from the face is like one sentence sorry but ur giving daddy steve a bj)

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You grabbed your bags and walked to the pick up spot at the JFK airport. It’s been a year since you’ve been in New York and you missed the city terribly. You especially missed your old man.

You stood for a minute scanning the bodies that littered across the floor until your eyes met those beautiful cerulean blue eyes you spent so many hours looking into. Instantly tears brimmed your eyes watching him move swiftly past the people dressed so casually unlike his usual stature sporting that incredible all black suit he always wore.

He looked tired and drained. Like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Y/n,” he came up to you, cupping your face before pressing his lips to yours passionately, desperately.

“Fuck, Stevie. I missed you so much,” you cried.

“I missed you too. I thought about you all the time; everyday, every hour, every second,” he hugged you tightly.

“Stevie, I wanna go home,” you whispered against his lips.

“Let’s go home,” he told you.

Home.

It’s been so long since you’ve been home.

You got to the car and Steve told you to just wait in the car as he put your bags in the trunk. You smiled softly at him before slipping in the passenger's seat waiting to go home like you’ve been dreaming about since the day you left. Steve quickly slipped into the driver’s seat himself and drove off eager to go home and finally hold you close again.

The car ride was quiet. You watch the blurry lights through the wet glass window of the car and your mind could help but wander back to the day Steve saved your life.

One Year Ago

You stumbled your way through the elevator doors with a lazy smile on your face.

“Stevie!!” you screamed when you saw him sitting at the counter with a whiskey in hand.

“You’re late,” he said quietly.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Why were you out so late? I gave you a curfew,” she said sternly.

You weren’t giving him much time, your body was on fire. You unzip your dress, not so gracefully, strippping out of your clothes. You pranced around in your panties and a bra giggling and running around asking Steve to catch you but he was having none of your shit.

“Get your ass over here right now!” his voice boomed startling you.

He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead and roamed his hands along your body anyway but sexually. Your skin was extremely overheated and flushed. He was pissed. You had promised him the reckless behavior was over, but you couldn’t.

You were an addict.

“What the hell are you on?” he said firmly.

“Guess?” you were absolutely not taking this seriously.

“I’m not gonna ask twice; tell me!”

“Molly,” you whispered shamefully.

“God fucking dam-” he rubbed his face in frustration.

"Why do you even care so much you're- I- I'm nothing but a stupid sugar baby, anyway, " you slurred your words.

“You're more than that, and I know you fucking know it. You promised me you were going to stop! I’m done, I'm done” he breathed out. His chest felt like it was tightening, he couldn’t breathe anymore. He felt nauseous.

“No! No, no, baby; please!” you cling onto him like a child.

“You could’ve been hurt! What would happen if that shit was laced with something that could have killed you, hell taking it alone in the first place could have been the last straw! I’m doing this shit with you anymore.”

You cried, no you sobbed hysterically. You need Steve, he was your everything, your rock, your hope, your love. You knew you were a huge mess but you couldn’t stop. You didn’t know how. Didn’t know where to begin, who to go to. You felt alone.

You grew surrounded by money but when you moved to New York, you succumbed to the temptations and your parents were done with your shit. Meeting Steve, agreeing to this sugar baby thing was simply to use his money for drugs and alcohol, that’s all you lived for. Your life was over, might as well fuck yourself over while you're at it.

But you fell in love.

Goddamn, the man was perfect. He was treated with so much love and gentleness and compassion. You hadn’t felt so loved since you cut your ties with your parents and it hurt so good. You wanted to quit for him. The first night he found you disheveled and fucked, you were so embarrassed. You promised him it would stop that you were gonna be clean; but that only lasted twelve hours.

He should’ve ended it. He should’ve stopped whatever this relationship was. He told himself it was one time thing but once turned into twice, then four times until you went out every night getting high off your ass with anything that was available.

Steve couldn’t take it anymore. But like you, he fell in love too. He loved you. He really loved you. He couldn’t imagine his life without anyone else and the thought of losing you made him terrified.

“I’m done! I can’t sit here waiting for you every night wondering if you went too far! Staring at my fucking goddman phone waiting for the day they call and tell me you killed yourself! I can’t do it! You promised me you were done with this shit but here you are high off your ass again with molly,” he cried. Tears streamed down his face, his heart pained at the sight you breaking down.

“I need help, please,” you whimpered.

“Are you going to let me help you?” he sniffled.

“Yes! Please, help me,” you sobbed.

“Pack your things. You’re leaving for California tomorrow,” he said.

“What?”

“There is a rehabilitation center in California and I want you to go there,” he whispered.

“No-”

“Please, Y/n. it’s only for a year-”

“A year! No, I can't be away from you that long, please no!” you sobbed even more.

“It’s for the best,” he tightly holds you down.

“Why not here-”

“It’s for the best. I promise I’ll be waiting right here for you when you get back. I swear,” he looked into your eyes.

“Stevie,” you cupped his face, “I don’t wanna leave you.”

“I know; I don;t want you to leave but I promise you’re gonna get on that airplane and you’re gonna come back and tell me everything’s ok, yeah?” he pressed his forehead.

“Ok. You make me feel I can change. I’m gonna come back and tell you that I have really changed,” you promised.

“I believe it,” he smiled.’

“Maybe California is good. Something about this city makes my head go crazy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it,” you told him.

“I love you; so much,” he whispered those words for the first time.

“I love you too,” you cried.

“You ok?” Steve pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m just- I’m really happy to be home,” you choked out.

Steve grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips kissing you softly. His eyes stayed on the road every now and then glancing at you like a dream come true. You pulled up to the building where you two lived and Steve asked the entourage to take your things up for you. He lifted you in his arms with a beautiful hopeful smile and carried you to the apartment.

When the elevator door opened he practically ran to the bedroom nuzzling his face in your neck kissing lightly. You somewhat took in the familiar surrounding noticing no change since you’d last been there. It was bittersweet. He hadn’t changed a thing since you left.

“I missed you so fucking much, baby,” he whispered.

“Steve,” you sighed, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I’m never gonna let you go again.”

“You won’t have to. It’s all over; no more clubs, no drinking, no drugs, none of it. That girl, you used to call the queen of New York City, she’s gone. ”

“You’re still my queen,” he smirked, making you chuckle.

“I’m so fucking proud of you. You are so strong,” he praised.

You grabbed his neck and pulled him forward crashing your lips against his. You molded perfectly against like you were made for him. Like everything had led up to this moment. It felt different this time; his hands touching you delicately.

You two have had sex many of times but this time it was different.

He peeled your shirt off your body pressing kisses all over your chest. His tongue flicking over your nipple making you gasp softly. His hands gripped at your waist as he brushed his nose between the valley of your breasts.

You craved his skin on yours, practically clawing his shirt off his body. He got the memo and briefly sat up ripping his shirt off his body before falling back on top of you. His hips settled between yours and you could feel his growing erection poking through the material of his flimsy sweats.

You pushed him off your body, flipping him so you could straddle his waist; smiling devilishly as you brought your hands up to your breasts to massage them. Steve growled at the angelic sight above him pulling your hands away to replace them.

He twisted your nipples as you slowly grind your hips over his for a moment. That moment quickly died as you snaked down his body curling your finger over his pants. You languidly pulled them down his legs letting his erected cock spring free. You moaned at the sight, haven’t been able to see it since you left that fateful morning.

You wrapped your hands around the base of his cock and stroked his dick slowly pulling wanton moans from him that were music to your ears. You leaned forward and licked teasingly along the tip before swirling your tongue around it making him groan. His hand went to your head combing your hair from your face gathering it in a messy ponytail.

Your lips wrapped around his cock perfectly just that way he likes it; like you’ve a thousand times before. He looked to the ceiling and sighed at the pleasure you were giving to him. He was never one to make much noise during sex but he was craving your mouth wrapped around him; he couldn’t contain the moans and grunts that wanted to come out. He couldn’t wait until he’s buried between your thighs.

You cheeks hollowed around his dick sucking hard before you take him all at once repeating over and over again. Steve’s hold on your hair tightened with every bob of your head thrusting his hip in time with your rhythm. Hitting the back of your throat, Steve’s hip stuttered and his legs shook approaching his orgasm fast.

“No, I wanna come in you, baby girl,” he panted, pulling you off of his dick. You quickly discarded your panties before climbing back on top of him to straddle him, knees on either side on his hips. You cupped his face kissing him senselessly; passion and lust and most importantly love enveloping you two.

You lifted your hips briefly as Steve lined his cock with your soaking entrance and slowly sunk down allowing him to stretch you impeccably. You moaned in sync, like you were becoming one again after so long being unable to hold each other.

His arms wrapped around holding close as you waited a bit to adjust to his size again. He peppered faint kisses along your neck and collar bone, nipping playfully at your skin too. You felt so full and incredible basking in his attention and the feeling of your walls wrapped around him again.

You moved your hips back and forward, your clit grinding against his pelvis making you shiver in pleasure. You face tucked tightly in the crook of Steve neck, your thrusts getting faster and faster. Steve’s hands moved to your hips lifting you slightly before slamming you back down on his cock harshly. This made you throw your head with a cry of pleasure, strings of curse words flowing from your mouth.

“Fuck, Stevie. I missed your cock so much,” you whined.

“I missed you too baby,” he grunted.

You looked at his face watching it contort with pleasure, his eyes completely screwed shut overwhelmingly. Sweat lined his forehead, the shorter pieces of hair sticking to it. You brought your hand to it brushing his hairs back so you could see his face in it’s fullest beauty.

He peeled his eyes open, staring directly into eyes and breathed heavily in time with you. For a single moment between you both, time stopped. It felt as if the world was gone and all that mattered was right now; you being back in your old man’s arms again, the love of your life.

You couldn’t help the quick glance at his red swollen lips, desire to kiss them again overcoming you. You leaned forward capturing his lips for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, but it's something you’ve ever got tired of. The way slightly chapped lips molded perfectly with yours.

“I love you, baby,” he moaned.

“I- fuck!” you couldn’t even speak anymore when Steve’s thrusts became harder and faster desperate to chase both your’s and his orgasms.

“Look at me baby,” he growled, “You were fucking made for me. No one can ever fuck you like I can. No is ever gonna take care of you like I do. And no one, absolutely fucking no one, is ever gonna love you as much I do.”

Tears streamed down your face; overwhelmed with love and desire and lust. Steve saved your life and you owe him everything. You loved him evermore; he is everything. Steve kissed you again, addicted to your lips, tasting the salty tears that came from your hopeful and loving eyes. He wiped the tears away with his thumb.

“Stevie, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered.

“Come all over my cock baby girl. You deserve it,” he whispered.

Your body shook as you reached your high. Chanting Steve's name like prayer, like it was the only word you knew to say. Steve’s rutted his hips into one last time spilling his seed inside you, hot cum coated your velvety walls. You collapsed forward onto him and he held you tightly.

Your fragile body trembled against him and Steve's heart ached a bit. He knew you were overwhelmed, hell so was he. But he was so utterly happy to have you back. There were so many nights where Steve lied awake at night, unable to sleep without you, day-dreaming of a future with you when you’d come home. He knew you were a strong woman and he knew you were going to come back to him healthy and stronger than before.

He remembers the day he came back to New York after leaving you in California. He was with his old pal Bucky at a local bar in Manhattan. He’s always really known inside that he’d fallen in love with you, he’d proven already that he’d do anything for you. But that night is when he finally admitted it out loud to himself and to others. Steve can’t imagine his future with anyone else but you and he’ll be damned if something happened to you.

“Sweet girl, I love you with all my heart,” he whispered, stroking your back softly.

“Even when I’m old; when I shine from words and not from beauty?” you whispered.

“I will love you evermore,” he said.

He whispered more sweet things as you cried holding him tightly spending your first night back together in his arms. Before, you didn’t know where life was gonna take you; either to the moon or six feet under. But Steve swept you away to a promiseland and you’ll follow him blindly. It didn’t matter where life was going to take you next as long as you were with your old man, you were happy.

Completely and utterly happy.

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ijenoyou · 4 years ago

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Find Me Here.

bucky barnes x reader

summary; as long as you keep loving bucky he’ll never be alone.

warnings; mostly fluff i think lol this contains spoilers of tfatws last episode hehe ooo and also this is also quite inspired in hayley williams’s Find Me Here hehe listen to it! i love that song.

notes; soooo i got this idea while watching the episode lol a knee ways english isn’t my language so there might be some mistakeS ignoren them tho

Everything went back in the right place. You finally could relax and enjoy the company Bucky gave you, not worrying about him getting badly injured or in the worst case, dead. Just thinking about it makes you smile, remembering those times he would decided to spend his time in your place instead of his. At the start he didn’t say anything at all, just nod and occasionally grunt but as the days went by he started to speak —just one sentence but still, it’s better than nothing—.

Now here you are, at Sarah and Sam’s place, celebrating the effort him and Bucky did to stop Karli but specially celebrating the fact that Sam is now Captain America.

“I cleared the whole list.” Was the very first thing he said when he found you among the crowd of people that decided to join the celebration.

Your face had a expression of shock and when you registered in your mind what he said you smiled. It was the biggest smile he had even seen on you and he loved it.

You take his head in between your hands and bring him close to you, he immediately puts his hands on your waist and gives you a tiny squish. Bucky closes his eyes when he feels your forehead rest against his and sighs with happiness, it feels nice to have your warm and loving hands touching him again after being away from you for more than two weeks.

"I'm so proud of you Buck." You softly speak, you start caressing his cheeks with your thumbs and close the distance between the two of you, finally connecting lips and melting in each others touch.

"Please! Children are watching." Sam´s voice sounds around you and you tear apart from your boyfriend while rolling your eyes.

Sam approaches you and gives you a hug. "You had to ruin the moment like that, you ass." You push him with your shoulder and he laughs.

You take Bucky's right hand and guide him through the crowd, you spot a free table and decide to sit on it. He lightly taps his fingers on his leg and that makes you feel happier, that was a sign that gave away his excitement for something. It's something you learned to notice within the months you've spend next to him after the blip.

It's nice being able to finally take a breath and lay down without the worry of wondering who or what will try to kill you next month. Of course the world isn't at the best point right now, but it felt perfect for you and Bucky. Specially for him. He's now available to feel happiness after living in hell for so many years.

"You know, I was so worried seeing you fight last night." You slightly turn your body in Bucky's arms and watch his face.

He keeps staring at the sunset and turns his head towards your face, a small smile on his lips. "Good thing I took you with me." He teased and you groan.

It was a reaction he had, while fighting he took your leg so he wouldn't fall but you weren't ready for it so he ended up falling with you on top of him.

"Yeah well, you're an asshole for doing that, I wasn't ready!" You turn again and lay your back on his chest. "I mean at least if we ended up dying you and I would be together for the rest of the years."

He lets a loud laugh out and starts shaking his head.

"What makes you think I would die like that?"

"Keep going and when I die I'll haunt your old ass." You speak with a pout on your lips.

Bucky takes your chin, making turn only your head. He looks directly to your eyes and caresses your jaw, admiring you for a few seconds until he decided to speak again.

"I won't let you die, never." He murmured and gave you a peck on the lips.

You hummed in content at his words. You took his metal hand and interlaced your fingers with his.

It's moments like this when it made it all feel worth it and you wouldn't change it for nothing, you're his safe place and his yours. He rests his chin on the curve of your neck and sighs, he stares again at the sunset and starts thinking about how his life would be he if didn't have you on it. There would be some days he would have a complete breakdown and start doubting if he really deserves being loved by you or by everyone but especially you.

He wonders if he deserves to have another chance at life after all the pain he caused. But you always reassure him with kisses all over his face.

"I was thinking that you know, we can officially live together now that you're therapy free." He nods at your words. "But we're going to search up new places."

"I agree, I think I saw a rat last time I used the kitchen." Bucky jokes.

You groan as you place a heavy box on the ground. Bucky comes in after you and clicks his tongue.

"What?" You ask while narrowing your eyes at him.

"You're so dramatic, why are you acting like you just ran a marathon?" He mocks with a smile. "But you're lucky because this is the last box." He puts the box that his hands hold on the ground next to yours and then placed his hands on his hips.

You jump with excitement and extent your arms indicating him to give you a hug in which he holds you with love. The both of you admire the new home that you'll share with him for the rest of your and his life.

It's such a shame he had to leave next morning for a mission Sam needed help with. He so badly wanted to take you with him but seeing you so excited and happy about decorating the whole place made him change his mind. After all, you were the one that decided not to go on the first place. Too tired of kicking ass. Your words not his.

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" He asks.

"Yup but don't worry, I'll be fine." You pat his chest trying to give him so comfort. "And I'll be here, waiting at home for you." You look up, trying to catch a glimpse of his features. "You can always find me here."

“I love you so much love bug.”

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fandom-puff · 4 years ago

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Obedience

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

Requested by: anon

Prompts: D3 (roleplay) D9 (spanking) and 14 (face-fucking)

Summary: naughty girls, in his opinion, ought to be punished.

AN: so this is set in a Cedric lives AU (lol fuck canon) where you’re a married couple bc... why not be married to Cedric :) as per, gif creds to the owner

Warnings: smut, Dom/sub, the above prompts, swearing.

You sighed softly, trailing your hands up your inner thighs, hitching your skirt over your waist so that you could tease at the scrap of black lace covering your soaked cunt. You really ought not to be doing this, you think to yourself, but just imagining cedric’s face if he walked in on you, wearing your old school uniform, touching yourself up... it was definitely worth it. Sometimes you got bored of vanilla fucking- it almost seemed that since becoming husband and wife, your sex life got a little... dull.

This would definitely put an end to that.

“YN, have you seen my- fucking hell,” you moaned at the sound of his voice catching in his throat, fixing him with a stare, your hand still shoved down your knickers and your blouse open with your (house) tie hanging between your breasts.

“Seen your what, sir?” You asked innocently, teeth sinking into your plump lip as you caressed your clit. “Something the matter?”

Cedric’s eyes darkened. “Get your fingers off your cunt this instant,” he demanded, slowly stalking over to you. It had been ages since you played at horny head girl and he missed it, cock already twitching in his trousers. When you didn’t obey him, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, yanking your hand out of your knickers and dragging you up off the bed. He glared at your glistening fingers, eyes dark with lust as he looked at you. “All this just from touching yourself?” When you nodded, he shoved your fingers into your mouth. “Clean them off, slut,” he groaned, eyes raking up and down your body as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself. He nudged your robes so that they pooled at your feet, before gently caressing your tie. “You know... coming into my private chambers... touching yourself in your Professor’s bed... is worthy of a punishment, don’t you think?”

You pulled off his fingers, unable to keep the smirk from your lips. “Oh yes, sir!” You said, nodding eagerly as he assumed his role. “I remember my colours. Green, by the way,” you said quickly and he kissed your forehead.

“There’s a good girl. Now, how should I punish you... I could have you write lines... ‘I must not be a little whore’ ‘I must not fuck myself in my professor’s bed’... a thousand times over. You’re pouting,” he smirked.

“I don’t wanna write lines!” You whined, crossing your arms and pushing your breasts up. He stared for a moment, watching as your chest heaved and you rubbed your thighs together.

“No... judging by you trying to get yourself off handless, I don’t think you’d be able to focus of I had you writing lines,” he pushed you to the ground and arched his brow. “No... instead, I’m going to fuck your throat, seeing as you so love to act like a harlot... well, what’re you waiting for, Miss YLN?”

You moaned lowly. You were, of course, Mrs Diggory, but when he called you by your maiden name in times like these, it just made the whole thing more exciting, as if you really were caught frigging yourself in Professor Diggory’s private rooms...

Quickly, you unbuckled his belt and shoved his trousers around his thighs, groaning at the sight of his throbbing cock. You made sure to stare up at him as you took him, inch by inch in your warm, wet mouth, relaxing your throat around him as you had so many times before. After a moment, you tapped his him, signalling that you were okay, and that the fun could begin.

Grunting, he gripped your hair, bucking his hips as your throat spasmed around him, each thrust knocking the back of your throat. You tried moaning, but the sound barely came out, your eyes rolling back as he used your throat, your hand slipping between your thighs to add to the delicious sensation of being filled...

He tugged your hair suddenly, yanking you off his cock, a trail of spit and pre cum staining your chin. “Oh dear, oh dear,” he growled. “Look at you, you slut, once again caught with your hands in your knickers. Do you like being treated like a whore, Miss YLN? Hmm? Do you like being used by your professor?” You moaned and nodded, whispering ‘yes’. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand, lowering his face to yours. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir!” You moaned, letting him push you over his lap.

“And I think you should be punished in a different way, Miss YLN, seeing as you seemed to enjoy having your throat fucked. I think we ought to keep your hands where I can see them. Out in front of you, holding the bed sheets, thank you very much. Spread those legs too, no need for hiding your cunt. I know how wet being treated like this makes you. Ten smacks should suffice, I think. You will count each one and thank me for it, won’t you?”

“Oh, yes, sir!” You cried, spreading your legs and gripping the sheets like you had been told. Slowly, tenderly, almost gently, he rubbed your rump, cupping and squeezing your buttocks before the first hit landed with a loud smack, causing you to cry out. “One... thank you, sir!”

Cedric was enjoying this immensely. You could feel his cock throbbing against you as each hit landed, twitching when you thanked him. By the tenth hit, your arse was raw and reddened, your knees buckling slightly despite the support his strong thighs gave you. Tears poured down your face, contrary to your wetness pouring down your thighs... it seemed you rather enjoyed this punishment too. Cedric hummed, rubbing away the sting gently, before hoisting you up and sitting you on his lap, smirking as you whined at the feeling of his leg hair scratching your tender bottom. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face, moaning softly as your clit throbbed earnestly, begging to be touched.

“‘M sorry for being naughty,” you mumbled softly, kissing his shoulder gently.

“Shhh... it’s alright darling, I’m very proud of you. What colour are we, sweetheart?”

You were quiet for a moment before you moved to straddle him. “Green,” you said, smirking as you pushed him to lie on his back.

“Green, eh? Well then... you can show me just how sorry you really are,”

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whereisten · 4 years ago

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True Love

A Jeno fic that’s a part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: You, an employee at an entertainment company, are immune to the charms of their biggest star Lee Jeno.

Pairing: Rockstar! Jeno x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, fantasy, suspense

Warning: alcohol use, smut mention, stalking, manipulation

Word Count: 4.3k

(A/N: Hiya! I’m so sorry for the delay! It’s been so hectic lol! Thank you so much for your support and patience! Hope you enjoy! And shoutout to Krys for keeping me sane and for all of her love and support. I love you! :D)

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To everyone in the world, Lee Jeno was the epitome of perfection and rock royalty. He was a gifted musician from the very young age of five, having specialized in several instruments in his childhood. However, his heart gravitated to the guitar. He became a trainee at LCF Entertainment and along with four other trainees, they became the world famous rock band, Temptation.

He was ranked in the top 23 in World Magazine’s Sexiest Men Alive this year. He was a walking and talking Adonis with a heartwarming smile.

Jeno was a man of many talents but he certainly didn’t let it get to his head. He was a humanitarian, a UNICEF ambassador, fostered shelter animals, was the proud owner of three cats even though he was allergic, a great family man (funding his siblings’ college tuition and providing for his parents so they could retire early), etc. He did it all and he had it all.

How could anyone be immune to his charms?

People wondered who would be the queen that would reign beside him when he settled down. Frankly, one couldn’t be anything short of a supermodel on the verge of sainthood. So many hopeful contenders were discouraged from pursuing him.

Jeno’s dating life was non-existent, the paparazzi dreaded to inform.

But you were an employee of LCF Entertainment so you knew the truth, as well as the true nature of the famous Lee Jeno. He was basically like any other young man with an inflated ego. He was cocky, a huge flirt when the cameras were off, very picky, and demanding. But no one ever dared speak a word of his true nature to the paparazzi. And you always wondered why. Someone had to bring him down a few pegs.

You were the staff photographer and videographer, in charge of capturing Jeno’s good and “relatable but still unbelievably glamorous” sides. When the camera was on, that was when you felt at ease.

It didn’t help that Jeno liked you either. Although you’d been working with Temptation and the individual members for a few years now, it was only recently that Jeno really was set on it pursuing you.

When you switched off the camera after the recording of Jeno’s backstage vlog, he sat comfortably at his makeup chair and proceeded to ask, “Y/n, will you go out with me now?”

You answered immediately, “No.”

Jeno gave you a sad puppy dog face. “Why not?”

“We’ve gone over this. I would get fired.” You wanted to spare his feelings so that was what you always said when he asked you out.

Jeno groaned. “You would not. I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You snorted. “You think you have that kind of power, Lee?”

He liked when you called him by his last name. “That’s because I do have that power, y/n. The new company building is funded solely out of my earnings from my last solo album.”

You whistled. “There’s that humility I’m always reading about in O!What Magazine…”

Jeno smiled. “You read articles about me?”

“I do when my name is in the article, boss.” You started packing up your equipment, ready to call it a day and head home.

Jeno got out of his chair and stood over you. He smelled of Dior Sauvage, cologne from his latest brand endorsement. He wore his stage clothes from his solo concert rehearsal. A sleeveless jean jacket top that parted down the middle to show his abs. Along his abs, silver chains dangled and added a nice glimmer effect when he was on stage. The entire team was thrilled to see how the audience would eat it up.

He whispered into your ear, “Y/n.”

Truthfully? He was attractive. You’d always had a little crush on him but it was of a shallow nature. You liked him for his looks. Not so much for his personality. You’d known too much.

If Jeno had been any other regular guy, you would’ve been open to a one-night stand.

But Jeno wasn’t just any regular guy.

You tried to hide the fact that shivers ran down your spine. “Stop.”

He chuckled. “But I can see you through the reflection, y/n...You're crossing your legs…”

You’d hoped he wasn’t that perceptive but it turned out he was. You hid away the fact that you were turned on. Your panties were damp but you’d be damned if he ever knew that.

You met Jeno’s perfectly lined eyes as he looked at you unapologetically. Everyone else from the staff already left. Jeno’s manager was waiting downstairs to take him to the radio station J-423 for his upcoming interview.

You were breathless now. “Jeno, you’re going to be late-”

He pulled you into him and kissed you, easily slipping his tongue into your mouth and working magic against yours. You couldn’t help but return his kiss. His mouth was paradise and you wondered what else he could do with it.

He let you go after a few minutes and cupped your face. “So are you going to deny that there’s something going on here?”

You tried to catch your breath as you wiped your lipstick off of Jeno’s mouth. “No, I guess not...But this is where it stops.”

Jeno frowned. “Y/n…”

“I know where I stand. And you know it, too. And Jeno, I don’t like you that way...I’m sorry.” You caressed his face and grabbed your things, leaving Jeno with an unreadable expression on his face.

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As a member of LCF Entertainment, your ultimate goal was profit. That was what you had to know from the very beginning. There was no such thing as LCF Family or truly prioritizing the idols. Everyone was after themselves. Whoever brought the most money to the company would get the most attention and special treatment. And that was Jeno.

And you, an aspiring film director, were thankful to be on his team because this experience could open doors for you in the future as a director. Sure, Jeno was a diva and he couldn’t stop flirting with you, but the experience wasn’t all that bad. And yeah it was frustrating that the media and the public perceived Jeno to be the nation’s sweetheart. But in the end, he wasn’t hurting anyone.

He was only hurting people’s wallets.

Temptation’s merchandise always sold out quickly but Jeno’s individual merch was always the first to sell out. And it was the first to get resold for twice and sometimes even triple the price. The fanbase was very merciless and selfish with each other. However, the scalpers were the true evil. That was less money going to your company, after all.

Even though frontman Jeno was the most popular member of Temptation, it was Temptation’s drummer Xiaojun that you had a massive crush on for a long time now. You even accumulated a secret collection of his merch. You were two photocards away from completing your Xiaojun album photocard collection.

Xiaojun even admitted to liking you back but you both kept it a secret from everyone else in the world, especially LCF. You two weren’t about to compromise your jobs. However, since Temptation was the biggest moneymaker in the game and the boys had been with the company for quite some time now, their dating ban was lifted.

Which explained why Jeno had been asking you out all week, not caring who listened and it freaked you out.

If Jeno’s fans ever found out he asked you out, they would pin the blame on you.

A week had passed since you told Jeno you weren’t interested in him. You felt bad for hurting him but you were also worried about his mood. He had the power to get you dismissed. You refused to believe he would be so cruel.

And up until this point, you were right. You were still employed and Jeno spoke with you like any other day, talking about camera angles and new concepts for upcoming shoots.

The end of another work week and Xiaojun surprises you on your way to the bus stop.

“Y/n,” Xiaojun pulls up beside you in his Porsche. He looked so elegant in a pale blue sweater and blue jeans. His face was concealed by a mask so he could leave undetected. But you’d recognized those eyebrows anywhere.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

“I...I think we should finally talk…”

“About?”

He smiled. “About dating.”

You nearly dropped your phone out of your hand from the shock. “Really?”

He said, “Get in so I can drive you home!”

You nodded fervently and got into his passenger seat. Was this really happening?

On the drive home, Xiaojun told you he wanted to take it slow and have indoor dates with you first. You couldn’t agree more. He even surprised you with a brand new pair of AirPods after you told him that your brother took them from you.

The first of many gifts, he told you.

You got home that night and screamed excitedly into your pillow so as not to frighten your roommates

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It has been a month since you and Xiaojun started seeing each other. You were on cloud nine. He would visit you at your apartment and would play with his dog Bella. Bella loved you a little more than she loved Xiaojun so you two would always bicker and end the night in each other’s arms.

Jeno noticed the spring in your step as you filmed his cooking vlog. He was showing his fans how he cooked breakfast for himself when he had down time. He was in a plain white T-shirt and a pair of drawstring trousers. He looked relaxed and for many, delectable, as his hair was wet from a shower. He was trying very hard to get your attention once again.

He anticipated you averting your eyes and stuttering at the sight of him but nothing. You whistled while you adjusted the tripod’s position.

“What’s got you so happy?” Jeno asked.

You nearly jumped at his question. You decided to be upfront. “I’m seeing Xiaojun.”

Jeno’s cool facade nearly cracked before your very eyes. “Oh?”

You apologized. “I’m sorry, Jeno. I should’ve told you that I liked Xiaojun…”

Jeno was furious. What the hell did Xiaojun have that he didn’t? Jeno was more muscular, taller, more talented, wealthier, more attractive...He was superior to Jeno in every way and everyone else knew it, too.

He honed his acting skills and replied evenly, “Why are you apologizing, y/n? So you like someone else...I’ll live.”

You realized maybe Jeno didn’t like you as much as you thought so you felt relieved to hear his dismissive tone. “Right. Good. I just...thought you should know…”

You and Jeno continued the shoot. He acted like nothing had happened and even behind the scenes, he joked with you and asked you which of the female trainees he should ask out. You berated him because female trainees were not allowed to date and he knew this very well. Jeno was back to his arrogant self and you were relieved.

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You got a text from Xiaojun that he was finishing up a filming schedule with his bandmates. You wouldn’t be able to see him today because the schedule was running overtime.

He told you to go to dinner with some friends at Osaka Moon. His treat. He was good friends with the chef, apparently. You were on your way to the restaurant to meet your friends.

You were shocked at how down-to-earth Xiaojun still was after achieving so much fame and then he would do things like this. It gave you whiplash but you were having the time of your life with him.

However, you noticed him across the street. Xiaojun always wore different wigs and masks for his disguised outings with you.

But this time, there were no disguises. His side swept blonde hair and his thin framed glasses. There was no mistaking that it was him.

Was the filming for the show at the Downtown Hotel?

You were about to call his name when you saw another woman wrap her arms around him and squeeze his ass. She had long wavy brown hair and a slender frame. She could’ve been a model or a singer. They both entered the expensive hotel. Very bold of him to take her out so publicly when he was still intent on hiding you.

You felt like someone knocked the breath out of you. You shook your head in disbelief.

Immediately, you dialed Xiaojun’s number and there was no answer. You called four more times and nothing.

Son of a bitch, you thought.

He played you. You should’ve known he was no different than any other dickhead A-lister.

You decided to call his bandmates. It turned out that the filming they’d done today wrapped up over two hours ago.

Haechan had no idea where he was. Jisung didn’t either. Jaemin was equally perplexed. Last but not least you called Jeno.

He answered. “Hello?”

At this point, you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. “Jeno…”

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Do you know where Xiaojun is?”

“Not specifically...he did mention he had a reservation at the Downtown Hotel…”

You sniffled. “He did?”

“I thought he was meeting you…”

“No, he wasn’t…”

“Oh...Oh, shit, y/n. I am so-“

“It’s okay...Thanks Jeno. I’ll see you on Monday…”

You told your friends to have dinner without you and to make sure to spare no expense because your so-called boyfriend was buying. You told them Xiaojun finished at the last minute and wanted to take you dancing.

A total lie so you could wallow at your local bar.

You sat right by the bar and downed a few glasses of beer. Just to feel anything else besides the betrayal you felt.

A half hour later, you were even more buzzed now. A young man sat beside you at the counter.

He started, “Hello, gorgeous.”

You looked at the young man. He was stunning. Another face that belonged on television. Another one of those who was capable of seducing you and tossing you away the very next second.

You flipped the bird. “Bite me.”

The young man scoffed and tried again, “Feisty, aren’t we?”

He got closer to you and you began to feel uncomfortable. “Please leave me alone…”

“Tsk tsk. A beautiful girl like you in tears? You need someone who will bring your smile back.”

“And you’re the man for that job?” Someone interrupted.

You were shocked to find Jeno here. He looked gorgeous in a black leather jacket and dark jeans. His hair was slicked back the way you liked it most and wow, you may have had one too many drinks...A few customers recognized Jeno and started whispering and taking their cameras out.

“Jeno?” You nearly lost your balance as you got up from your chair.

Jeno grabbed you immediately before the other guy could.

The stranger said, “Why do you get to put your hands on her? Just cause you're some pretty boy with mediocre music...I’m sure she’s nothing compared to who you’ve bedded before-“

Jeno socked him in the face and escorted you out of the bar. The stranger cursed you both out as you left. Jeno led you quickly into his manager’s car that he borrowed for the night. You felt a little dizzy.

Jeno fastened your seatbelt.

You smiled at him. “Thanks.”

He looked at you in concern. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head. “Why are men scum, Jeno?”

Jeno sighed. “I’m so sorry about-“

“Don’t say his name...I...never want to see him again...God, now I have to sell all of his merch…”

Jeno frowned in confusion and continued, “I’ll take you home…”

You didn’t want to face your roommates. “No...Can I…Spend the night with you?”

It took all of Jeno’s might not to get out his car and raise his fist in the air. But he composed himself. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, wanting to forget all about Xiaojun and have one thoughtless night with Jeno. “Yes.”

Jeno drove you two to his penthouse suite. He was cautious around you and you were ready to shrug away your inhibitions.

Jeno helped you remove your coat at the entrance. “Take a seat. I’ll get you some water.”

You sat yourself on the couch and opened your legs wide, exposing your panties underneath your skirt. “Jeno, fuck me right now so I can forget his sorry ass.”

Jeno hesitated then but seeing how irresistible you were...He couldn’t help himself.

He asked again. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. You were buzzed but not that buzzed. You wanted to spite Xiaojun. You wanted to acknowledge the part of you that longed for Jeno for so long, too. You’d be stupid to deny that you fantasized about a night with him.

You hesitated before but now you said, why the hell not?

You and Jeno made love that night. Jeno was over the moon that you were finally in his arms. Sure it was a rebound but the look in your eyes when he was inside you had to mean something. There was a promise there and Jeno held onto that glimmer of hope.

Jeno took you home the next day and he was very cool about the whole night. Right before you returned home. you reminded him about how this was a one night stand and thanked him for a wonderful night.

You were resolute in dumping Xiaojun and simply going back to work. Thankful you only ever worked for Jeno anyway. And as expected, Jeno was his usual self: cocky, flirty, sending his food back for random reasons.

Xiaojun came under the fire for going to a hotel with a potential prostitute. The identity of the woman he was seen with remained a mystery. He tried convincing everyone that the woman was not a prostitute but he couldn’t remember how he met her or what she looked like. That night and along with how crazy Xiaojun sounded caused the company to encourage him to leave. Xiaojun’s contract with LCF Entertainment was terminated.

The week after you and Jeno made love...You started catching feelings for him. Every glance. Every fleeting touch. It drove you mad. And suddenly that one night stand was something you wanted again. And again. And again.

You accompanied Jeno and his manager as he attended a gallery opening. You were in charge of his photos for his social media. He looked extremely dapper in his red suit. You just wanted to rip his clothes off and make love to him in front of all of the guests. Becoming a work of art yourselves.

These thoughts you’ve been having used to scare you but now...you owned them. Tonight, when you got him alone, you would tell him how you really felt. You hoped you weren’t too late.

Jeno’s manager excused himself to get some refreshments. Jeno observed a painting while you took some more photos.

“Stunning,” you said aloud.

Jeno’s eyes grew at your words. “Wow, y/n...All the years we’ve worked together and you’ve never made a comment about my looks…”

Your face grew warm then. “I’m feeling a little bolder these days…”

He grinned. “Is that so?”

“Jeno, I won’t beat around the bush…I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night…”

“Y/n…”

“I know I said it was a one night stand and...You’ve moved on…”

Jeno started, “I haven’t…”

You were shocked to hear it. “Really?”

He moved closer to you and moved the camera away from your line of sight. “What are you saying, y/n?” His voice was dangerously low.

“I’m saying...that I want to be with you, Jeno.”

Jeno’s smile looked so gorgeous then. He was the true work of art at the gallery. “Well, y/n, I’ve made my feelings abundantly clear for a while now…”

He kissed you then. And the cameras started flashing.

You were on cloud nine. You finally released your suppressed feelings for the rockstar before you.

___

You’ve been together for two years now. He made you feel safe and loved. He showered you with gifts and trips to the most beautiful parts of the world.

As for the response from netizens and the company? Jeno had all the power and he could handle a few naysayers. Your job as his photographer and videographer remained intact. And you were well on your way to transitioning to your own film projects: your dream.

You and Jeno had become a couple to root for. They called you The Prince and The Pauper Turned Princess. You hated your label but whenever you looked at Jeno’s eyes, any anxiety or anger quickly faded.

Jeno had a solo performance in your city tonight and you were seated in a private booth. He was performing so well, moving from instrument to instrument. Driving people to tears with his long low notes. And then he surprised everyone with his announcement.

“Before I perform ‘Changed Your Mind’, I want to give a shout-out to the woman of my dreams, y/n, who is here with us tonight.”

The stadium roared in excitement and many heads turned to you. Your eyes never left Jeno.

“Y/n, I love you so much. We’ve come so far, baby. And I want us to never stop. Which is why…”

He got down from the stage and was escorted by security down to the crowd. He ran his hands past adoring fans as he made his way to you.

He entered your booth with his camera crew and security close by. “Y/n, will you marry me?”

You cried out, “Yes!”

Jeno picked you up and spun you around. You kissed passionately. The crowd’s roars thundered now. It was a celebration. You didn’t care that all eyes were on you now, as well. All you cared about was Jeno. And he loved you more than anything else in the world.

You truly found your soulmate and you couldn’t be happier.

___

Jeno finished his show and was backstage cooling down with a bottle of water.

“Good job tonight,” a woman said as she stood at the door of Jeno’s dressing room.

“Thank you, sis. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Jeno’s older sister Yeeun sat on the couch of the dressing room. “How does it feel to have her in your clutches now?”

Jeno smirked. “Pretty damn great.”

“And I’m here to collect my payment, little brother.”

Jeno sighed. “Really? It’s been two years.”

Yeeun looked at her manicured nails. “I’ve been busy.”

Jeno laughed. “Screwing over taken men? I’m sorry, I meant screwing taken men?”

“Nope. That task was a one-and-done deal. How is that poor boy doing these days?”

“Xiaojun? He’s back at school getting his master’s...He’s happy.”

“Has he tried to contact y/n since then?” Yeeun asked.

Jeno chuckled. “No. Why would he?”

She smiled at him. “They were sweet together. And you tore them apart because you couldn’t take no for an answer, could you?”

Jeno rolled his eyes. “And what about it? I have a right to get whatever I want. Do you know who I am?”

Yeeun sighed. “Yes, you repeatedly tell the family group chat who you are every week. And we all take it because you pay us well…”

Jeno and Yeeun had conspired against you and Xiaojun. Jeno stole Xiaojun’s phone and Yeeun charmed Xiaojun to join her for a night at the hotel. Jeno planned for you to go to Osaka Moon so you could see Xiaojun and Yeeun together.

Jeno watched you as you broke down in tears, calling each of his bandmates. He made sure he was far enough away by the time you called him. He played the part of a concerned friend very well. He had to take up acting, another field he would surely dominate. And with you as his director? It made him hard just thinking about it.

Jeno didn’t coincidentally find you at the bar. He’d been tailing and that stranger who hit on you was only an added bonus. Jeno could play the unsuspecting hero and you would eat it up. And that you did. He was satisfied to know that you wanted to sleep with him. He didn’t care about being a rebound.

Even so, he wasn’t going to take any chances. So after you left his penthouse the next morning, he took the bedsheets you came on and the strands of hair you left behind and got to work.

Did you really think Jeno amassed such success and wealth all on his own? He had a little help from his family and their friends from Hell, of course. Jeno’s family came from a long line of Satan-worshipping witches. Jeno was the youngest of the descendants.

Human sacrifice was only a small token of the Lee family’s appreciation to Lucifer. So Jeno’s deception of Xiaojun was almost nothing in the list of gruesome things Jeno has done to reach the top of his game.

Yeeun was able to literally charm Xiaojun with her own special concoction. Once she and Xiaojun had sex, she wiped his memory of that hour and left him alone at the hotel. Confused. Disoriented. Worried.

As for you? Well, you were the most irresistible creature in this world. Your immunity to his charms was only the first step in his growing feelings for you. You were brilliant and talented at your craft, always capturing his best features on camera. You were gorgeous. He was surprised you didn’t become an idol at LCF yourself. You were warm and sweet and giving. Even if the company was cutthroat, he saw how you’d be with your coworkers and the other idols. You were just a pure, loving girl. And he desperately needed you. Desired you. Craved you.

He simply had to call you his.

With your samples, he was able to create the perfect spell to make you his.

Forever.

That was what Jeno called true love.

[Fin]

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hanii-rose · 4 years ago

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hiii...ok so your headcanons are amazing and ily. could i request headcanons on garou with a s/o with thick thighs. i'm super insecure of my thighs because i don't have a thigh gap and it's super embarrassing

My headcanons are amazing? You love me? I-

Here you go baby( ˘ ³˘)♥

Also, no need to be embarrassed. I also don't have thigh gaps which really helps when I feel like crushing the heads of my enemies between my thighs...

We strong ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

And so is the sexual tension in dis fic lol

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Garou With An S/O Who Has Thick Thighs

If you think having thick thighs in this relationship is a drawback then you are absolutely correct.

When I say it's a drawback, I don't mean it's ugly or unwanted, no no no.

I mean Garou will drive you mad for a chance to put his head on your lap, all day, everyday!

And when I say he wants to put his head on your lap, I mean he wants to bury his face in the soft, supple flesh of your thighs.

Just let him live there, c'mon!

You can bet your non-existant thigh gaps that he's kissing and biting you there, very harshly might I add.

He's always telling you, "Gah, it's so soft!" or "Fuck, I want this here!"

If you're just sitting on the couch and he's stealing meat from your fridge, he'll notice what you're wearing and if it's even slightly exposed above the knee, he's there. Like, HE. IS. THERE.

Meat long forgotten, your thighs are his new meal lol.

Let's say you're just coming out of the shower, towel wrapped securely around your gorgeous frame. He's pouncing on you, specifically getting handsy with your thighs and calves.

He likes natural looks so cellulite doesn't bother him. In fact, he's poking and caressing them fairly often.

If you're talking bad about yourself then he's slamming that shit down and showing you how much he loves you. Like really showing you...

If you wear something like thigh-highs, gurl- He'll be taking them off with his teeth, thank you.

★★★

You sit curled up on your window seat, the soft light of the sun shimmering in through the transparent glass of your window. Your hair fell daintily around your shoulders, arms resting on folded knees, novel in hand, dressed in nothing but a loose shirt and a pair of sheer white, lace-wrapped thigh high socks. Oh, the serenity that's surrounding you right now, indescribable.

Your boyfriend concentrated on doing push-ups outside in your backyard. You could see him from the corner of your eye behind you, pushing himself up and down, an extraordinary array of large rocks or maybe...boulders on his back....?

You tore your eyes away from the worn, coffee stained pages of your vintage fantasy novel, intrigued in the way he worked on himself. Taut muscles contracting and loosening, glistening beads of sweat slowly gliding down his bare, shaped biceps. Hair tussled and messier than usual, a few rebel strands falling onto his forehead from his otherwise proud-spiky style. His face, dark, focused and handsome... oh my

Whenever Garou worked out, he really worked out.

Nothing could distract him from his daily routine of exercising, flexing and unintentional teasing. He was hell bent on being fit and able. He used to be the infamous Hero Hunter ya'know! He has to be sharp and ready at all times.

Can't be caught off guard like that one time while delivering boxes. That dude had no chill, throwing darts at him like that...

You bit your lip in admiration of his movements, your thighs coming together, unable to contain your excitement for a touch from him. He noticed you shyly peeking from the other side of your bay window and he silently beckoned you over, tilting his head to gesture for you to come around.

You gave a little nod to his beckoning, placing your book neatly on the tall bookshelf next to you and dusting yourself off, readying yourself to see him.

When Garou had come to visit you this morning you had been wearing one of his trousers, knowing him, if he saw even a tiny section of your thighs, the man would go absolutely feral. But since he had went outside for a 3 hour work out earlier, you decided pants were too overrated for you and you easily discarded them, got comfortable and started reading.

Garou was very serious about his workouts. He would never stop, not for anything...

Except maybe you. And thats when you had a stroke of genius. He was teasing you all this time, flexing and sweating. Time for a little payback.

You peeked around the doorframe that led to your backyard where Garou stayed, exercising.

"Well, aren't you working hard?"

You slyly spoke, smile coy.

Garou grunted in response and you sighed, slowly walking around to him, hips deliciously swaying, shirt hiked up above your thighs and socks visibly tight around your ample flesh.

You stood bold in front of his head as he pushed himself up. His eyes widening at your apparel. What are you doing?

You licked your lips teasingly, and lowered yourself down onto the grass, knees folded, sitting upright.

Garou stopped momentarily, craning his neck for a kiss and you gladly obliged, leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Finally took...my advice, huh...?"

He said in between breaths.

"Who... needs pants...right? Heh..."

He lowered down slowly and you copied, your head resting on your arms on the ground, fingers playing with the little blades of grass, butt in the air

"Mmm, it just feels so good outside."

He grunted, agreeing.

Your eyes trailed up to his face and you cast him an innocent smile.

You slowly raised yourself up in front of him, pushing up your hair and sitting straight, knees folded in a 'W' position.

"What...are you...tryna' do?'

He breathed out.

"Hm? Nothing, I just wanted to come outside and spend time with you..."

You responded in the sweetest tone.

Oh please. He knows what game you're playin'.

Comin' out in nothin' but a shirt and socks? Sweetie, ya' can't take him for a fool...

He ain't stoppin' for you.

"Funny... you've never been... into fitness that...much..."

He slowly spoke.

"Oh, well I just wanted to be closer to you. Is that such a crime?"

He snorted. You wanted to be closer to him? Why not just lay down under him and wrap your gorgeous legs around him then? Let him feel the plumpness.

"Don't you want to be with me too? Why don't you stop what you're doing and come here."

Your innocent voice matched with your sultry expression did a number on him. He bit his lip, trying to resist the temptation.

You outstretched your arms, fingers opening and closing, waiting for a hug.

"Nice try, I ain't stoppin' love."

You chuckled and got into position.

"Not even for this?"

You unfolded your knees, sitting so close in front of his face, that every time he'd go down for a push, his cheek or chin would brush against your thigh.

Tantalising,tempting...

You leaned back on your elbows, your hair now spilling onto the grassy mat under you.

Garou licked his lips, golden eyes flicking up to look into your innocently coy ones.

He lowered himself down once, his chin lightly coming into contact with the lace of your frilly socks.

Raising himself up, he looked at you with irritation, behind that expression lingered want.

Going back down again, your knee bent slightly inwards and gently touched his cheek. He took a whiff.

C I T R U S

Delicious.

Coming back up, he balanced his whole body weight on one arm, an impressive feat with all of those massive rocks on his back.

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖."

You slyly laughed, his statement so shamelessly flattering.

"Yes, I do know that, Garou..."

His movements stopped momentarily as his free hand softly caressed the exposed part of your thigh, between the hem of your shirt and the frills of your socks.

"𝕊𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥..."

"Hmm, do you like it like this?"

He chuckled, raspy and short of breath.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥."

He was struggling, it was obvious. He wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He couldn't if he wanted to.

Dammit, yer' too good!

And in 3 2 1...

The rocks start slipping off of his back, landing on the ground with hard, muffled thuds. Oh, you've really done it now...

Garou sits up, stretching. He grips both of your calves hard and pulls, bringing you onto his thighs, holding you in place.

No squirmin', just sit still...

"Do you have any idea what you've done...?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding his face close to yours.

"What if I do?"

His lips came mere centimetres from yours and he whispered roguishly.

"You've made me drop my rocks..."

Silence overtook you until you burst out laughing. What does that even mean?!?!

"Wha... Garou haha, what are you even saying?"

He growled menacingly. How dare you? First you tease him into being distracted and now you make fun of him?

Ohhh, yer' in for a good one...

"Listen here sweetie, we're gonna head on inside, and I'm goin' to finish you, do ya' hear me?"

You nodded, obligingly.

"Yes, sweetie ♡"

He stood up tall, carrying you by the strong grip he had on your plump thighs.

"So beautiful. I'm gonna bite em'..."

You giggled softly, and held onto him tightly.

You knew what was coming next, craving it. And you'll give it to him too.

Ah, there we go...

Garou's setting you down onto your window seat again and looking softly into your eyes.

"Are ya' ready? We're gonna go for a long time today."

You shyly nodded, confirming.

He sat himself down on the ground near your legs, getting into the correct position. His head coming down to rest upon your thighs, your frilly socks tickling his face, breathing calm.

And then, he's baring his teeth, biting and sucking on your ample skin. He's pulling your thigh-highs down inch by inch, kissing.

"Oh, Garou!"

He's smirking victoriously.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

It's safe to assume he got a different kind of workout that day. The one where he's goin' up and down on you nonstop, if you know what I mean (ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Smooth

Note - This is a birthday gift for my babie🥺🥺 Amber aka @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. I'm sorry Steve's as hairless as a seal😔 at least you have Ari Mike and Colin!

Summary - You're surprised to find just how smooth Steve is.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings - smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, name calling, captain kink, rip steves pubes lol.

Word count - 2.6k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

“What the fuck do you mean you haven’t done it yet?!” You cringed pushing your palms on your ears to block out Ella’s screeching. Maybe it was a mistake to tell her that you still hadn’t hit that supersoilder-golden-boy-next-door.

“We’re just waiting for the right moment you know?” You murmured. You couldn’t tell her the real reason. That Steve had never been intimate with anyone. Even if she was your best friend that was Steve’s secret to tell, not yours.

“When will the right moment come” She shook her head “I’m disappointed in you. You get to date that hunk of a man, and how long has it been a year?”

“Six months!” You defended yourself.

“As if that makes a difference” She scoffed.

“We will do it soon when we’re both ready.” You said ironing out the wrinkles on your dress which you were showing her.

“Alright I just want you to be happy” She rolled her eyes finally giving in “but why're you dressed as a nun?” She looked you up and down confused.

“I’m not a nun! I’m supposed to be snow white. Steve will be my prince.” You couldn’t help the love-struck grin that appeared on your face. You really were living out your best fairy tale with him.

“Wouldn’t you rather wear something traditional” She suggested.

“Hm?” You asked looking at your reflection in your dressing table mirror. You were covered head to toe. Your hair done up like that of snow white with a red headband. “How is this not traditional?” You wondered. It seemed like an okay, albeit cheesy but you were a cheesy couple, costume for Halloween.

“I meant traditional for our generation.” She snickered. She would never say it in front of Steve, but she loved making fun of you for dating someone who was old enough to be your grandpa and how you liked older men. “like a slutty snow White” she continued.

“Nope” You said popping the p and going back into your closet to take off the uncomfortable and restricting dress. You had no idea how you will spend an entire night in that thing. “I don’t want to ruin Disney Princesses for him. He likes them a lot” you shouted so she could hear you. It was so cute how he liked to hum or even sing along with the musicals sometimes. He appreciated the art and the vibrant colors. The idealistic happy endings appealed to the romantic in him.

You came out of your closet taking in deep breathes of fresh air, your torso no longer restricted “That doesn’t mean you can’t still be slutty” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at you.

“What do you have in mind?” You were curious. You were excited to be Steve’s princess. But you would trade that if you what you truly wanted.

Steve groaned looking at himself all done up in his 'prince' costume. Yeah it was his idea to be Snow White and her prince but you were the one who suggested doing a costume together! He couldn’t say no when you looked at him so expectedly. When you gushed so much about this being your favorite holiday.

He looked... ridiculous. There was no other way to put it. From the neck up he was fine, his clean shaven face and golden yellow hair pushed back. He looked like his normal self. But then his pale blue shirt with the balloon sleeves, the dark vest over it and his huge black boots, all topped with a sword strapped to his hip. It reminded him of his army days, when he was nothing more than a monkey.

He contemplated all the teasing he would probably have to endure from his friends the whole night. It would be absolutely worth it to make you happy. With his mind made up he left his apartment and headed towards yours, just across the hallway, to pick you up for the party at the tower. He did lose the sword. That was just too over the top.

He knocked on your door, giddy with excitement to see you in your snow white dress. He made sure to treat you like a princess, how you deserve to be treated by everyone, but to actually see you dressed as one would be something else.

His jaw dropped on the floor as you opened the door and he got a good look at you. You were dressed in... lingerie? You were a white lacy bodysuit that hugged your curves in all the right places. Leaving your legs completely bare. If that wasn’t enough you were wearing a tiara attached to a veil.

He couldn’t stifle the damn near animalistic growl that escaped his throat. He averted his gaze from your pushed up titts to your face. Your make up all done up, from the neck up you almost looked like a bride. “What the hell are you wearing doll?” he grumbled.

“Oh you don’t like it?” you clucked your tongue and looked down at your sexy costume “What a shame. It only costs like 500 dollars” Yeah maybe you were an idiot to spend so much money on a costume but if it worked you’d be seeing stars tonight so it'd be worth it.

“What happened to being snow white? What are you even supposed to be?” You moved to the side so you could let him into your apartment. He ran his hand through his hair plopping down on your couch, his eyes never leaving your body.

“I’m a slutty bride” You twirled in front of him to give him a nice view of your, barley covered, ass.

“That’s lingerie doll. You can’t go out dressed like that” He raised his hand to touch your ass, maybe give it a little squeeze but you quickly turned around.

Your hands on your hips you asked “Why not?”

“Because” He paused pulling you into him by grabbing at your hips “only I get to see you like this” His hand reached at your backside and he groaned squeezing your ass before giving it a light swat. He chuckle as you yelped from the sudden slap.

“Well then what do you suggest I do with this?” You asked nonchalantly playing with your veil “Are you saying I don’t look pretty?” You gave him your best mock puppy eyes. You could clearly see just how much he liked that on you. But you needed him to say it and to do something about it.

“You know that’s not true” You yelped as he flipped you into the couch, trapping you under him.

“I don’t know Steve. You don’t seem to be a huge fan of it. I thought you’d like me being your slut.” You brought out the big guns, jutting your bottom lip out. You knew he’d melt on the spot.

“Fine. You can be my slut.” He couldn’t believe he actually said that word. His mother raised him in a certain way. To respect women and to never ever use those words to address a woman. And he did respect all women and you. But she also taught him to be passionate and give his all to everything he did. So it would only be fair that he fucked you, respectfully, with everything he has got and gave you everything you asked for.

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. Biting and sucking on your neck and then trailing down your clavicle. Making sure to leave bruises so everyone could see who you belonged to. He kissed your throat and revelled in the vibrations caused by your moans. Your hands in clutching onto his head and completely messing up his well done hair. He finally let up and admired his work. The white and red marks that would soon turn a dark shade of violet.

He hauled you over his shoulder walking towards your bedroom. As you squirmed and then laughed in his hold.

He had to struggle a lot to off his clothes. They were so intricate, with the buttons and buckles, reminded him of his stealth suit. He pulled off his boots and crawled onto the bed, kneeling between your legs only in his tight black boxer briefs.

He looked at your face and frowned at the puzzled expression it held as you stared at his nude body. He suddenly felt self conscious. All the insecurities, from back when he was the little guy came back to him. He thought women liked him now. Even you were so entranced and attracted to his bulky figure. Which he couldn’t help but be proud of.

But right now, for some reason you didn’t look impressed. He sanked back to sit on his calves. He had completely given himself to you. What if you rejected him? He had no idea how he would deal with that blow.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you noticed Steve’s defeated state. In your ogling and processing you didn’t realise that you might’ve hurt his feelings. “Stevie?” You knelt before him caressing his cheek. “I’m just taken aback a bit okay?” you tried to reassure him.

“Why?” He finally met your gaze looking into your guys.

“I mean...” You trailed off running your hand down the smooth and vast expanse of his chest. “You’re so smooth? You don’t have any hair.” You struggled to get the sentence out. Suddenly realises just how ridiculous it sounded.

“I – yeah that’s how I’ve always been. I thought that’s what women wanted” He murmured cutely tilting his head “You don’t like it?” His voice wavering with nervousness.

“Steve. What kinda question is that?” And you cringed as he reminded you that you did the same thing just moments ago. “I was kidding! Steve there is nothing about you that’s not to like. Yeah I do like a bit of fuzz but I’d love you just as much even if you were bald.” You said and he looked as if he was processing your words. “You are my dream guy. My prince.” You beamed trailing kisses down his flushed torso. “How about I show you?” You didn’t wait for his answer, taking off your veil and your tiara with it. You rolled his briefs down his hips and he helped you take them off. You looked in shock at his beautiful rosy cock, which was almost hard, and his lack of hair....

You quickly whipped your head up knowing he would assume the worst “Steve! It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen” You said stroking his length and licking the tip, which was oozing with precum, to prove it. “It’s just unexpected. That’s all.” You took him in your mouth. Just as you anticipated, he was too big, you could barely fit his tip in your mouth.

“Well you know the...” He bunched your hair in his fist, struggling to keep from pushing you down further.

“What?” You asked as he slipped out of you.

“I thought that’s what people did nowadays” He was turning redder every second “I didn’t... In the pornography...and I thought tonight you and me..”

You snorted and out a hand on your mouth to keep from laughing. “Steve! Porn isn’t real. You can do whatever you want with your body. But you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“What do you mean?” he asked trying his best to ignore his aching cock and your wet swollen lips.

“Just wait till it grows back” You grimaced “it’s gonna itch like crazy. That’s why I uh... never you know do it. Just warning you” You chuckled nervously.

“Enough talking” He groaned at the thought of your wet pussy and how much he had been fantasizing about it for the last several months. He pushed you on your back and quickly worked on removing your bodysuit. When you laid completely bare in front of him. He swore you were the more beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

He trailed down your body settling his broad shoulders between your legs. He groaned at the sight in front of him. You weren’t lying and he indeed preferred this. He dove right in licking and sucking to see what you like best. He had never ate a woman out before but he had been doing his research. Porn was too gratuitous and was clearly only made for the male gaze, reading women’s magazines and some more ‘sex for dummies' books he bought as discreetly as he could.

Which is where he got the stupid idea that everyone liked shaved dicks now. Which was only backed up by his friends and the locker room talk about ‘manscaping'. Tony and Clint were classic over sharers. He wouldn’t be surprised if they purposely misled him. He didn’t have much hair on his balls to begin with, but he expected to give himself to you tonight, so he carefully put the razor on his balls and shaved it all off. The things he would do for you and the lengths he would go for you.

From your moans and the way you were pushing his head harder into your core, he could tell that he was doing a good job. You thrashed and squirmed as he held you down by pushing down on your stomach. You came gushing all over his face and he made sure to drink it all up, not wasting a single drop.

He loomed over you, his cock nudging at your entrance. You both moaned in unison as he sinked into you, groaning into the crook of your neck as he bottomed out.

His hands greedily squeezed your hips, your breasts, your ass, whatever they could get a hold of as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. He knew if he went any faster he would blow his load right then and there.

“I’m gonna cum Steve.” You wailed and if he didn’t know any better he would think that you were in pain.

“You gonna cum? Go ahead” He harshly shaved his cock into you “Be a good slut. Cum all over your captains cock.” He felt his own release not far behind, not with your tight wet cunt milking him for all he’s got. He gasped when you raked your nails into his shoulders, crying loudly in his ear. He lost his rhythm. Lifting your hips up to fuck him like the animal you’ve turned him into. His hips stuttered as he came deep inside you.

He stayed inside you and on top of you for a minute. Catching his breathe he finally pulled out of you and laid down beside you, pulling you into his chest.

“I’m on the pill.” You mumbled into his chest. Not wanting him to worry about that. You smiled against his chest laying a kiss over his soft nipple. There were plenty of benefits to being so smooth and hairless. You could trace those hard abs of his with your tongue for hours. You changed your mind. You liked them smooth and silky now. Or maybe because he was so hairless. You didn’t know and it didn’t matter.

“I think I like seeing you as a bride.” He said his fingers idly playing with your hair, curling a strand of it.

You only muttered something as a response. Probably too far gone into slumber. He traced your smooth skin for a while before joining you in it. Completely forgetting about the party you were both supposed to be at.

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sevlgi · 4 years ago

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would it be so bad

requested: yes

group: twice

pairing: tzuyu x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

contents: hogwarts!au, quidditch player!tzuyu, rivals!au. [23/33]

warnings: none

synopsis: You’ve never exactly been the bright kind, at least not when it comes to love. Would it be so bad to realize your feelings for your partner in crime, though?

a/n: i decided to make the reader’s house ambiguous lol but i hope you enjoy! (also i realize that this isn’t british english, please excuse my idiot american english). i was originally gonna post this tomorrow in time for “cry for me”, but i realized that i should be respectful to jonghyun, and i will not be posting tomorrow ❤

word count: 5.3k

“Tzuyu Chou and Y/N Y/L/N. Why is it that whenever something happens, it is always you two?”

The Slytherin standing beside you in McGonagall’s office stood as impassive as ever, no emotion to be found in her blank expression or her perfect posture. Perhaps that was a thing that Snape taught to his favorite students-- the ability to wipe any guilt or liability off your face in an instant, to stay steadfast in any situation.

Or maybe that was just Tzuyu’s own charm, you noted as you swayed back and forth on the balls of your feet, turning slightly so that you could view her side profile in your peripheral vision. Merlin’s balls, she’s gorgeous, you sighed to yourself, unable to take your eyes off the girl who had been your rival since before birth.

Instantly, you regretted it. “Y/L/N! Have something to say to Ms. Chou?” the professor snapped, the book she threw to the desk making a sharp cracking noise as you faced her again with your fingers knotted behind your back.

“No, ma’am,” you answered, moving your hand to zip your lips shut. Despite McGonagall’s exasperated sigh, a smile quirked at the corner of her lips; she’d always been kinder than she expressed on the outside, and that seemed to be no exception when it came to you.

“You do realize that you can’t get away with decimating the Quidditch pitch, do you?” The witch sat sternly at her desk, a quill scribbling on parchment of its own accord beside her. “It’ll cost thousands of Galleons to repair, and it may not even be possible to do so before the season begins. The two of you collapsed it!”

Tzuyu spoke for the first time since being called into the Headmaster’s office, her eyes still trained on the wall next to McGonagall’s head. “If I may. I believe I did more damage.”

“That is not a thing to be proud of!” Standing, the woman clenched her fists tightly and you smiled at the affect the two of you were able to have on her. No one had seemed to infuriate her quite so much since James Potter; even the Weasley twins were overshadowed as soon as you and Tzuyu sat on the Sorting Hat’s stool. “I realize that you may think you’re carrying on your families’ legacies, or that you’re gaining fame for your antics, but you will not pass your 6th year if you keep this up. I will make sure of it personally.”

“Understood, Headmaster,” you bowed. Your voice was still noticeably singsong-y, and McGonagall bristled at the tone, but she said nothing as Tzuyu followed your lead in dipping her head. “Won’t happen again.”

Had it been any of the other teachers, you were sure that you wouldn’t have been allowed to leave without a year’s detention, but the Headmaster merely pursed her lips and waved her office door open. “Very well. I expect to see you in Transfiguration tomorrow and not caving in the North Tower.”

And as soon as the (not-so) imposing wooden doors slammed shut behind the two of you, Tzuyu raised an eyebrow. “Did you mean it when you said it wouldn’t happen again?”

“Of course not,” you grinned in response, relaxing into a comfortable slouch again. “I just meant we wouldn’t collapse the Quidditch Pitch again. It’s too boring to do the same thing twice.”

She scoffed and followed as you swayed down the hallway, her voice a bit too quiet to echo off the stone walls like yours did. “Of course. And what exactly do you have next, Y/L/N? You won’t be able to one-up my Hogsmeade stunt, I’ll have you know. My parents taught me well.”

“Your parents were nowhere close to mine,” you sniffed, stopping to wave at Fred Weasley’s portrait on the wall. He wasn’t inside, of course, probably off to bother someone, but you liked seeing the heaps of unused pranks piled underneath the frame as offerings. “Which means that you’ll never get on my level either.”

Tzuyu easily caught up to you with her long legs, the slightly-too-short Slytherin robe swishing about her ankles. But no matter how much she annoyed you, the wintery sunlight shined brilliantly on the planes of her face, pooling in the dark color of her eyes. There was that kind of beauty to her that instantly told you she was a Slytherin, a kind of untouchable coldness that didn’t match the warmth hidden inside her heart. “Tell that to the amount of detention I’ve been forced to do,” she protested. “I had hours last week, while you--”

“Never seen a Slytherin so eager to serve detention.” Fred had returned, leaning on an empty portrait’s wall with a familiar smirk on his face. “Y/L/N, Tzuyu. Any mischief to let me in on?”

“McGonagall nabbed us for wrecking the Quidditch Pitch,” Tzuyu rushed to explain before you, a hint of pride sparking in her eyes when she beat you to the punch. “It’s collapsed. And all my doing.”

“Your-” You shoved her, hands colliding with her arm slightly harder than you meant to. But you didn’t bother to apologize, declaring, “I’ll have you know that I did more. I collapsed two of the bleachers, for Merlin’s sake!”

Fred watched the exchange with amusement, egging you on when Tzuyu glared at you. “Go on, pick a fight. You’re right outside old Flitwick’s classroom, though. I’m sure he won’t be too happy for the resident couple of troublemakers to interrupt lecturing first years on Charms.”

“We aren’t a couple,” Tzuyu blurted, stepping back from where she’d been inches away from your throat with her wand. You stared at her in confusion; when had Fred mentioned the two of you to be dating? “Just-- I don’t even like her.”

There was an all-knowing smile on the portrait’s face that you didn’t like, an expression that must’ve been passed on to his nephews as well judging by how often you saw it. “I know. Didn’t even mention that, really.”

“Yeah, Tzuyu, the hell?” When she avoided your gaze, you sighed and grabbed her arm, ignoring how she attempted to pull away at first. “Well, good seeing you, Fred. I’ll let you know how the next attempt goes.”

“Good luck!” he called out as you left. “She’s a stubborn one.”

You stopped at one of the arches leading out to the courtyard, your back to the students idly roaming. Tzuyu still avoided your gaze, crossing her arms and running her thumb over the engravings on her wand. “Hey. What was that about, Chou?”

She hesitated to answer even with her lips parted, and the bell that rang loudly in your ears served as her excuse. “Well, you heard it. Time for potions, don’t want to fail out.”

She walked off, ignoring the group of 4th year boys staring at her with parchment scrolls crumpled in their hands. But your brow was knitted as you stared at her retreating silhouette, and at the way that she walked too fast to notice Dahyun and Chaeyoung raising their hands to wave at her. “Since when have you cared about that?”

Mina and Chaeyoung were disgustingly adorable at the dining table, but you were grateful enough for their company that you didn’t really care. “Maybe we should get Tzuyu’s ears checked,” Mina chuckled as she took a bite of the cake that her girlfriend fed her. “It’s not unlike Fred to say those things, but it is unlike her to take it so seriously.”

“Right? I didn’t think he was insinuating us to be a couple at all,” you frowned, digging into the treacle tart that you’d been picking at for the past hour. To be honest, you weren’t all that hungry, your mind only fixated on your friend/rival. “Do you think something else is going on?”

Chaeyoung shrugged, lips jutting out in a pout as she thought. “If it was anyone else, I’d think she was shaken up from being lectured by McGonagall. But it’s you two, so I doubt it. Double Troublemakers, aren’t you?”

“Double Troublemakers,” you snickered. “Jeongyeon really didn’t know what she was doing, coming up with that name first year.”

Jeongyeon herself, passing by on Nayeon’s arm, shouted out in protest and threw a balled-up handkerchief at your head. “Watch out, Y/N, I’m not scared of you and your pranks.”

“You should be,” you shouted back, incinerating the ball with a simple spell. “Tzuyu’s not going to protect you from me!”

“Hey, hey, speaking of Tzuyu, shouldn’t you be helping her with a potion right now?” Mina mentioned, tapping your arm. “I think you promised to help her at half past seven, and it’s already eight.”

Your eyes widened to the size of a house elf’s, and you scrambled up. “Oh, bloody hell. Thanks for the reminder, she’s going to be pissed.”

Chaeyoung commented offhandedly, “I don’t think she’ll be too pissed off at you.” But you didn’t pay too much mind, rushing out into the icy hallway and leaving your half-finished dessert behind with your friends. You cursed yourself for not bringing your scarf to dinner as you rushed to the Potions wing; for whatever reason, Snape insisted on charming that specific tower to be at the level of the Arctic Ocean. Tzuyu never seemed to mind, but it wasn’t comfortable when you only had your house robes to protect you from the chill.

The door banged into the stone wall unflatteringly, but the Slytherin girl didn’t even bother to look up from her cauldron. “Tzuyu, I’m so sorry--”

“It’s fine, Y/N,” she sighed, flashing you a quick smile as she snapped her book shut. “Just gave me some more time to memorize the potion.”

As you rounded the corner of the huge table, you peered at the array of ingredients laid out. Potions had never been your strong suit-- you’d usually been too busy pranking Jihyo than listening-- and you had no clue what you were supposed to be making whatsoever. “Uh. How am I supposed to help you if I don’t have a recipe?”

Tzuyu raised her eyebrow slightly at you, tying her hair up loosely and motioning for you to do the same as she lit a flame under the cauldron. “Just do what I tell you. It’s not difficult. Besides, I’m going to be working with Dahyun on this, I need to practice how to give directions.”

“Are you jabbing at my Potions skills, Chou?” you rolled your eyes, taking off your cloak. Despite the chill of the potions wing, the other girl had evidently cast a spell that made it boiling hot in the classroom, leaving you in a normal sweater embroidered with the crest of your house.

She didn’t answer, handing you a plant to cut open inside. “By the way. You aren’t wearing any perfume, are you?” Tzuyu asked suddenly, avoiding your gaze as she ground pearl dust even finer in a stone mortar. “It distracts me, don’t look at me like that.”

“You being close enough to smell my perfume is out of the ordinary,” you snorted in response, sprinkling the peppermint into the boiling water. “But no. I’m not wearing any.”

The thing about working with Tzuyu was that everything usually ended up in silence. Not uncomfortable silence, but the kind that made you focus on the way that the candles cast a warm light onto the wooden tables, and the kind that made you notice the smell of the opened potion books. As the girl stirred in more and more ingredients, though, and as colored steam rose from the cauldron, the musty scent of parchment and tinny metal was replaced with--

A clatter sounded as Tzuyu shoved the cauldron over, the potion fizzing when it met the table. You could only stare as your hard work spilled out of the pewter cauldron rolling on the table, but the other girl spoke before you. “O-oh. I’m sorry, I think you should go. I can clean this up myself.”

“I... are you sure? I can help,” you offered, reaching for your robes nonetheless.

“I’m fine. Go.” Her voice was strange, like she wanted to say something to you but was holding it in, but you didn’t comment on it. Despite everything the two of you had been through together, you realized that you didn’t really have a right to ask more out of the girl; you didn’t know her outside of bickering, after all.

When you closed the classroom door softly behind you, though, you realized that you could still smell the potion’s aftermath in a cloud around you. Kerosene, like the kind you used to blow up the stadium a week ago, bitter chocolate, and the faintest hint of the house elves’ kitchen when you snuck in to steal Tzuyu’s favorite bread.

It was the kind of familiar that made you miss it while it was still here, like a ghost that you couldn’t grasp and hold close to your heart in the way that you desperately wished you could. And it made you stare at the closed door of the classroom, listen closer to the sound of Tzuyu mopping up the spilled potion by hand even though she didn’t have to.

It was weird, that’s what it was.

Momo and Nayeon clutched onto each other as you shined the light of your wand into the dark. Tzuyu was just behind you with her own wand held overhead; you were pretty sure that you could see Sana clutching onto the Slytherin’s arm and cowering behind the tallest girl of the group. “Are... are you sure that this is a good idea?” Jihyo asked, her voice uncharacteristically small.

“Ah, come on. It’s one of the Marauders’ abandoned tunnels, who knows what we could find?” you persuaded, turning back to grin at them. When no one reciprocated, you switched to a pout instead. “Rude.”

“We’ll split like this.” Tzuyu waved her wand between the eight remaining girls, parting them like the red sea into two groups. “Nayeon and Momo, you split, you’re too scared to be in one group together. Y/N and I will go together.”

Dahyun wiggled her eyebrows at that. “Ooh. Together, huh? Just the two of you?”

Even in the darkness of the tunnel, you could see Tzuyu’s cheeks flush brightly. She stabbed her wand in front of her in an attempt to shine the light away from her face, muttering out, “Let’s go.”

You waved goodbye at your friends, being tugged forward by the Slytherin girl and nearly tripping over the tree roots winding through the tunnel. “H-hey, why’re you walking so fast? Trying to kill me, Chou?”

“If I killed you, there wouldn’t be any fun in prank wars.” She glanced back at you, eyes straying to the map that you had clutched in your hand. “Where’d you get that, by the way?”

“Fred,” you answered, waving the scroll around. It was stained, of course, with the pumpkin juice that Sana had spilled on you that morning, and with the ink that you had smeared when copying down the Weasley’s overly complicated instructions. “He said that something in here’s going to help us with whatever we plan to do next.”

Tzuyu frowned at you slightly, still pushing aside cobwebs and vines to forge further down the tunnel. “Did you tell him about the rig we’re going to set up for McGonagall?”

You shrugged and peered down at a cockroach skittering over the dirty ground. “Of course not. Fred may be a legend, but legends don’t get treated any differently when it comes to knowledge about Double Trouble’s plans.”

“I hate that name.” Tzuyu stepped through another archway into a tiny cave, a rough stone throne with a button on the armchair the only thing inside. She flicked her eyes over, nodding her head at the chair. “This it?”

You lunged forward, pressing down on the button before you could have any regrets. “Only one way to know.”

And-- nothing happened whatsoever. Your partner in crime stood there with crossed arms, the backs of her calves almost hitting the stone of the throne. “What’s supposed to happ--”

A strong gust of wind, stronger than anything you’d ever felt before, punched all the breath out of you and sent you flying, the force of your body knocking Tzuyu onto the chair. To prevent injury, your hands flew out in front of you and pressed into the crumbly dirt wall on either side of Tzuyu’s head, your knees probably bruising with how hard they hit the stone.

When you opened your eyes, previously squeezed shut, you found yourself sitting on the lap of the Slytherin girl, her hands hovering on either side of your waist and your foreheads almost pressed together. She looked somewhat shocked, eyes wide and her breath shivering on your lips.

Before you could apologize and scramble off, though, you were interrupted by someone coughing at the entrance. “Dahyun’s right, apparently.”

You leaped off of Tzuyu’s lap faster than you could’ve thought possible, heat burning at your ears when you found Jeongyeon and Nayeon smirking at the entrance at the cave. “S-so. Uh. You found anything?” you questioned, attempting not to look directly at either of them.

“Nah,” Jeongyeon answered after a pause, apparently feeling merciful. “I think Fred was messing with you.”

“Damn,” you breathed out, adjusting the collar of your sweater to be perfectly straight. All of a sudden, it was too warm underground, and the heavy robe you wore was pulling you down into the ground. Maybe that last part was wishful thinking. “Let’s go, then. I’ll go get Momo’s group,” you volunteered, brushing past your friends into the tunnels again.

Tzuyu didn’t follow, thankfully, because you didn’t need anything else confusing your senses with the smell of kerosene, chocolate, and sourdough bread wafting past your nose already.

“GO MOMO!”

You cheered louder than anyone else in the bleachers, maybe except for Jihyo, who was practically hanging off the railing as she waved a banner for your Hufflepuff friends.

Chaeyoung laughed, her nose bright red in the winter chill. Sana and Momo waved at you and all her friends as they strolled out with the rest of her team, hands gloved and what seemed to be 3 scarves wrapped around both of their necks. But you were holding in the loudest cheer of all for when the Slytherin team descended to the pitch, and you raised your voice even more when Tzuyu appeared with her broom in her hand.

Unlike Jihyo, she looked nervous, face drawn tight as she stopped with the rest of her team on the grass. She only wore her usual green robes, wisps of caramel brown hair fluttering about her face, but she was more stunning than anyone else in the entirety of Hogwarts. “CHOU TZUYU, YOU KICK THEIR ASSES!”

She looked up in surprise at your shout, a small smile coming onto her face when she spotted you clustered among your friends, all dressed in contrasting house colors but cheering for the same people. You only waved harder when she stared at you, almost hitting Jihyo in the face when you swung both arms in opposite directions.

And when the game started, it was just as chaotic as it ever was to be sitting on the bleachers. Jihyo, who played for Gryffindor, and Chaeyoung for the Ravenclaw team, were thankfully undivided this time, merely screaming their friends’ names instead of houses. Usually, you were next to someone much quieter in their support, a certain Slytherin who was dominating the field instead.

“And Tzuyu scores! Brilliant Chaser, this one, and gorgeous, too, if Y/L/N would just take the hint!” Felix shouted out at the announcer’s podium, his usually growling voice higher pitched to be heard over the crowd’s shouts.

No one seemed to hear him, not even your friends as they thrusted the Slytherin banner up in the air and whooped. You and Tzuyu both stopped in your tracks, staring blankly at the tiny blonde dot that was Lee Felix. For the Chaser, though, it turned out to be much more dangerous, as a Bludger hit by a Hufflepuff Beater slammed into her right below her right arm.

Everything went silent, a dolphin-like tone ringing in your ears as you watched Tzuyu plummet down to the ground. With the way her hair streamed in the wind, you’d think she was floating, but you were cruelly brought back to reality when she hit the ground like a bag of loose bones, a sharp whistle from Madam Hooch making time move normally again.

“Tzuyu,” you gasped, stumbling back into Dahyun, who didn’t complain. “Tz--”

“Three fractured ribs, along with a completely shattered wrist. Can someone tell me what she was looking at?”

Your nails tightened on the skin of your palms as you stared at the wrinkled bedsheet underneath Tzuyu’s good hand, your foot tapping relentlessly against the tile of the hospital wing. Perhaps Jihyo and Mina, talking quietly with Madam Pomfrey, didn’t think you could hear them talk, but every word of theirs echoed unfortunately loudly in the otherwise empty wing. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Tzuyu, or at the violent purple bruises all along her right side, or at her frail and newly healed wrist cradled to her chest as she slept.

“I’m sorry, Madam Pomfrey. Sana... Sana and I asked Felix to say it as a joke, we didn’t think that Tzuyu would be so surprised,” Jihyo sighed. “And we didn’t think that Steelman would take advantage and hit her so hard.”

Pomfrey was quiet for a second, and the jagged tip of your nails nearly ripped your skin as you waited for one of them to speak. “I see. Well, I do believe you had good intentions, all of you. I will be speaking with Ms. Steelman about her actions, but Quidditch is tough sometimes. Please, refrain from asking Mr. Lee to play such jokes from now on.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Mina joined you first, her hand a comforting weight on your shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself, Y/N.”

“Who said I was blaming myself?” you laughed listlessly, shaking your head. “Who am I kidding? I am blaming myself. Because it’s my fault. It isn’t Felix’s for playing an innocent joke, and it isn’t Jihyo and Sana’s--”

Jihyo shook her head as she knelt near you, her head obstructing the view of Tzuyu’s sleep-peaceful expression. “Y/N, please. You couldn’t have gotten there on time. It’s none of our faults, okay? Besides, we shouldn’t... we shouldn’t have rushed you on this.”

“What?” you blinked up at your friends. “Rushed me?”

They exchanged looks, Mina closing her mouth when the Gryffindor girl shook her head in warning. “I think it’s best for you to find it out on your own time. Because you will,” Jihyo smiled. “I have faith in you, Y/N. Now, don’t stay here too late, Pomfrey will take care of Tzuyu just fine.”

“Seriously,” Mina warned as she retreated, the sympathy in her eyes the last thing that you wanted to see. “Sleep early!”

You raised a hand in farewell, sighing and leaning back in your chair once they were gone. Your friends meant well, of course, and you genuinely didn’t blame anyone for the incident, but you couldn’t help but think about what you could’ve done to save Tzuyu. There must’ve been some spell, some prank mechanism that would’ve done something...

And just like that, hours passed. The sky had begun to turn back to cloudy blue-grey from the black of the night by the time you found your head drooping onto your arms; you had draped one of the blankets that Pomfrey left behind over your own shoulders, your hair loose and splaying out at the foot of the bed when your friend woke up. “Y/N?”

Blinking blearily, you found Tzuyu staring blankly at you. “Why’re you still here? It’s almost dawn.”

There should have only been one answer at the tip of your tongue-- “I was worried” or “I couldn’t leave you alone” or something normal-- but instead, you found answers to questions that you didn’t remember asking just begging to be let out.

Because the potion that you had made all those weeks ago was Amortentia, and it smelled like the kerosene that you used in so many prank wars with Tzuyu, and the bitter chocolate she tried to convince you to like. It smelled like the bread that you stole from the house elves to cheer her up, and it smelled like the vanilla hand lotion that you bought for her on Valentine’s day in 3rd year.

And she asked you whether you were wearing perfume because she wanted to know if Amortentia smelled like you for her, and Tzuyu must’ve knocked the cauldron over because it did. Because--

“You love me.”

You didn’t expect the jolt that shook the entire hospital bed, the Slytherin girl jerking back like you had burned her with your words. “I... what?” Her eyes darted back and forth as she bit down on her lip, almost scrambling back as your eyes began to shine with a revelation that turned your entire world upside down. “Y/N, what’re you talking about?”

Her fists were ice cold in your hands, her expression unrelenting as you attempted to persuade her to admit the truth that should’ve made sense all along. “Your Amortentia smelled like me, didn’t it? Because mine smelled like kerosene, and... and bread, and everything you like. And you reacted so intensely when Fred called us a couple because you like me,” you breathed with the biggest grin of your life on your face. “No, because you love me.”

Tzuyu shook her head and snatched her hands out of your grasp, clutching the bedsheets closer to her chest as if that would protect her from you or something. “You aren’t making sense right now, Y/N. I.. I want you to leave. Before you confuse me further.”

You stared at her for a good twenty seconds, at the girl who was avoiding your eyes like you had told her you’d murdered her mother. “Wh-what?”

“I want you to leave.” The Chaser’s voice sounded steady, but it wasn’t confident in the way that you knew it to be. There was something lying underneath that made her voice that of a stranger to you, and you obeyed it as you stood.

“Okay.”

Not another word slipped from your lips as you made your way out of the Hospital Wing, standing on the balcony of a silent castle with blankets still wrapped around your shoulders.

That definitely wasn’t how you expected anything to go.

For nearly a week, you spent your free blocks alone, poring mindlessly over all your books by the Great Lake. Nothing you read actually stuck in your mind, though, the words floating before your eyes in hurricanes of black ink. No matter how much Chaeyoung or Momo attempted to convince you, you wouldn’t go back to the hospital wing; instead, you asked Mina for updates, probably the only one of your friends who you knew wouldn’t pressure you to talk to Tzuyu.

Groaning, you collapsed down onto the grass, flicking your quill away from you. It wasn’t fun devising pranks and coming up with plans to rig the Headmaster’s office without her, and there was no real lure in winning when there was no one to win against. Instead of thinking about the water that you wanted to splatter down on McGonagall, you could only think about how to apologize to your friend, how to take back a truth that you weren’t sure you could forget yourself.

But with the way that she responded, could it mean that you were right? Was it possible that Tzuyu really loved you, and you... you really loved her back?

“Y/N?”

Your head jerked to look at the source of your voice, a crack sounding when you turned too fast. “Ow,” you mumbled, raising your hand up to cup the back of your neck. However, you were completely fixated on the slightly paler-looking girl, standing just a few feet away from you. “Uh. Hey?”

“Hey,” she smiled. So she’s not angry. Tzuyu wasn’t wearing her characteristic expensive robes for once, dressed instead in a pretty skirt that was too cold for the lakeside and a black coat slung over her shoulders. “You didn’t come to visit me.”

Shrugging, you reached over and cleared your books away for her to sit. “I figured you wouldn’t want me to.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she frowned, plopping down beside you and crossing her legs. “You’re my friend.”

“Friend, huh?” You chuckled listlessly, leaning back with your arms supporting you. The surface of the Great Lake rippled softly, and you wondered whether there really was a squid inside that could drag you away from the awkwardness sitting between the two of you. “That’s it?”

Tzuyu laid her hand over yours, her skin cold from the spring weather. She almost looked like she pitied you even though she was the one fresh out of the hospital wing, and you hated that expression on her. “What do you mean? Should there be something else?”

If you were slightly less impulsive, you wouldn’t be scrambling to your feet, crossing you arms to stare in disbelief at the beautiful girl sitting cross-legged mere feet away from the Whomping Willow. “Are you serious? Tzuyu, are you just going to ignore everything we-- everything I said that night?”

She stood as well, her hands still reaching out for yours and her eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N, I wasn’t going to ignore it, I just don’t know how to talk about it. That.”

You scoffed, jerking away from her grasp. Some part of you thanked Merlin that you were alone, because you didn’t know if you wanted your friends witnessing anything that you knew was about to go down. “That. Answer me something, Chou. Would it be so bad to be with me? To admit that... that you love me. And I love you back?”

Tzuyu froze, her hands faltering in midair. “You love me back?”

“Of course I do!” And suddenly, you were rushing forward to meet her again, eyes pleading for her to understand how genuine you were being. “I meant it when I said so, and Amortentia doesn’t lie. Tell me, what did your potion smell like?”

She stammered out, “B- burning books. From the time we set the library on fire, and the stupid perfume you wear. Ink, because you refuse to use the pens that Jeongyeon bought you, and--”

You still paused a second before connecting your lips, giving Tzuyu time to back out, but she might’ve moved even faster than you so that her hands were wrapped around your waist. She tasted like chocolate and bread, too, and you smiled into the kiss when you realized that she probably stole from the kitchen before coming to find you.

The long, winding roots of some tree tripped you over, your back colliding with the grassy ground with a loud thump, but you didn’t care as the Slytherin girl landed right on top of you. “To-- to answer your question. It wouldn’t be bad at all, to be with you,” Tzuyu laughed breathily, her smile so much brighter than you ever remembered it to be. “I love you, Y/N.”

And instead of responding, you pulled her in again, lips moving against hers for maybe a minute before you were surprised by a bug that Tzuyu held up against your face. “Chou Tzuyu, you devil!”

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the-acid-pear · 3 years ago

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Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

#luly talks #btg #i ran out of space but that's good cuz im sleepy and have 3% of battery lol #i wanted to reach chapter 260 but this works #14 last episodes for tomorrow woo #baki liveblog

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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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ANNA-JULIA “AJ” (JONES) JARLETT

IG bio/info: @/annajj9x_ | 20.1k followers| Athlete | hey peeps can you stop asking me to throw it back cuz the answer will always be no! K thx take it easy 🏳️‍🌈🌻🏒🐶

21 years old

From bath, England

Hockey player as her profession for the past three years

Her position is defense

Their team name is “rowdy alphas”...yeah some team names just didn’t make sense or they’re cringe for no reason at all

Was raised by her mom,(her mom was a teen mom & had her at 17) maternal grandmother, and her paternal aunt (dad’s younger sister, who’s more like a big sister to her at 28)

They’ve made her into the person she is, literally

Her grandmother has a bed and breakfast that they all live in

the house is Victorian style—almost as if they walked right out of charmed! Instead of a big pink house, think yellow AND purple. It was hideous but homey and charming on the inside

growing up in a house with multiple temporary strangers wasn’t odd to aj at all, in fact it felt like the norm. There was always someone around to socialize with so that was quite nice

Her father was a pro baseball player & passed away due to a automobile accident

she has his smile & freckles

aj was also involved in the accident at the age of 6 & miraculously survived with intense injuries

Has scars as a reminder

used to have night terrors because of the accident...it took awhile—years!!! for them to subside

they’re all vague memories now (but the pain is something she’ll always remember) but she preferred it that way

she’s named “Anna” after her mother’s old best friend/roommate and was supposed to be aj’s god mother but she went missing during their uni years

the name“Julia” came from her paternal grandmother who she gets her wide doe eyes from

her athleticism definitely came from her dad

Her mother luckily liked to document things so there’s a bunch of home videos of her dad in them & pictures/scrapbooks that her mom has for safe keeping

She’s more of a klutz, tiny, and wears huge prescription glasses

extremely close to the three most important ladies in her life, so she’s always been able to be open with them about anything!

when she first expressed her interest in liking both genders around 17-18 her paternal aunt was all smirks, “i knew Britney Spears was so your type, yeah?”

more like shakira but Brit was just as pretty

her mother was a “cry baby” so ofc she burst out into tears squeezing aj’s limbs and peppering her face with kisses. She didn’t view her child as anything different... as she shouldn’t & was glad that her daughter trusted them with this significant moment in her life and wanted to be as supportive as she could

got books, watched Ted talks and everything but knew she could come to the source even tho aj was still figuring it out herself

her grandma dipped her head at the new info sitting at the round kitchen table, “been there. had a few broads in my life after and during my marriage with your no good grandad. Thank goodness the bastard died before you even got to meet ‘em.” “Mum!”

what felt like the biggest weight on her chest was lifted. She knew they’d understand but a part of her had a little bit of doubt, she’s heard so many horror stories where those like her didn’t have the support she has and that made her extremely sad to think about

i see her as a person that has/had many friends in secondary. She’s always open to chat and her being on a few sports teams helped her out in her case

very competitive in anything that she does & will guarantee that she’ll beat you. (“ You wanna race to the car from here?”wins. “Who ever cleans the most dishes the fastest gets the last slice of pie.”) majority of the time she’s right but if she loses?? oh don’t let her lose to you, it’s a pity party for the rest of the time ur in her space. Such a sore loser omg

stays active, always working out + has a gym membership and makes sure she goes at least five times a week

she’s very strong, loves leg day & working on her core

she’s about 5’10

loves wearing “gf jeans” since they’re super comfy but doesn’t mind skinny Jeans with rips in the knees every now and then

trainers and chucks are her go-to sneakers

has no issue shopping in the men’s section ‘cause who’s gonna stop her? Nobody that’s who

owner of over a 100 graphic tees + vertical stripped shirts are also her favs, SWEATPANTS/joggers?! How many does she have? A lot. Snapbacks? Plenty. Will she wear them backwards? Obviously.

Physical touch is her love language. She’s comes from a family that has no issue showing their affection by touch. There is NO such thing as personal space and that still stands with aj when it comes to relationships, she sees no other way

It’s what she shows and what she wants in return, if you’re not touching her in some sort of way, then automatically she thinks there’s something wrong or that she did something

Is the jealous type. It has shown in relationships and ruined a relationship or two

Has cheated on a significant other out of pure jealousy & is not proud to admit that

Does have a wandering eye but feels now that she truly understands herself when it comes to relationships, she’ll never act on it again

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I get libra tendencies from her so that’s what I’m sticking with. She likes to keep the peace (unless she’s jealous) , idealistic — always looking on the bright side of things, outgoing, romantic, and professional— especially when it comes to her team; her true leadership comes out, yet she can be indecisive, hates confrontation, self pitying — if things don’t go perfectly how she imagined/planned it to, the world is ending and everyone is out to get her, and can be unreliable—never on time

September libra to be exact

if she’s really in love/taken a interest in you then she gets nervous: blushing, sweaty palms, cracking her knuckles, tongue tied—the whole 9

she’s already defined as a puppy by her coach but when she’s in love? She’s a lovesick puppy!

her fav holiday is Valentine’s Day

thought she was going to be a pro skateboarder growing up but it took one bad fall where she thought she was paralyzed for her to choose something else

she likes her weed on occasion

Obsessed with all types of cheese except cottage, “can I put cheese on this?”

more of a jumpsuit kinda girl or dressy top with jeans & hoops on a night out

has a solid group of mates outside of the hockey team, they’ve all met and hung out a couple of times, as they should since aj feels they’re going to be stuck with her for awhile so why not?

They’re a riot when they all go out, let’s just say that there’s never a dull moment

fav color is periwinkle

enjoys ASMR, mostly in the mornings when she’s waking up. You know how people love podcasts? (Sorry seb & Nicky, she still wants to be on the show soon!) ASMR is her thing

loves tangerines, you can count on it that she’ll have one on her, “where did you pull that from?” “I’ll never share my master plan.” “You’re such a tit.”

Definitely prefers “fresh squeezed” orange juice & will make her own, she has the tools & the strength 😏

Very rare for her to get sick ;) & if she does she’s a complete baby about it

Will fight that she’s sick before she admits it, trying all sorts of horrid remedies & vitamins

loves summer & all things that come with it, the number one thing is leaving bath for however long she can for a new place to enjoy

when she arrived to love island, she was thrilled for the weather. Yes she was looking for love but most importantly a nice get away & that it was (depending on your route that is lol)

closest with seb, vieve, elladine, and tai but don’t tell the others that! (She doesn’t care if you tell Yasmin, honestly)

just because her & seb “dated” and it didn’t work out doesn’t mean they can’t be friends right? It was almost automatic for them to be platonic after it was determined there would be no romance between them, almost like sibs! like those celebs like to say—except this time these two won’t turn around and actually find romance

vieve came with seb so...but no shade aj did like vieve. She gave great advice (while seb sometimes didn’t say the right things unintentionally or what aj needed to hear) when needed, especially from a medical view and is very sweet

elladine was the one who had all the tea & ideas to match, she’s quite organized and always down for DIY’s and could suggest almost anything. If you needed someone to help you get things tidy or match/find your Aesthetic, she’s the friend you call to help

tai was the one she could be a “bro” with, sure elladine has her competive side (or controlling, depends on how you view it) but tai was the one you can run to for much needed “bro hugs”, partying, going to the pubs, playing sports with or against, checking out/flirting with babes, etc...

it was not long after the villa that aj had a revelation with her sexuality & fully owned and labeled herself as a lesbian

She was happy being in relationship with someone else or with herself, life was short and she was young so there wasn’t time to dwell and stress over things so what the hell?! Live your truth the best way you know how ya know?

probably smells like sweet citrus, almond flower, and sea salt

on chest days, she’s a sweets snacker. Loves gummy bears (also with vodka) , swedish fish, sour patch kids, etc...basically shit that sticks to ur teeth

put all her chips into hockey, while it was advised by her Counselors & mum not to do so, aj went about it anyway. She thought about the pros and cons but knew there was nothing else for her. So there were more pros than cons. She was meant to play sports, its what felt right in her soul

Made her feel connected to her father, when she’s on the field she feels that he is with her

scrunches up her nose when she’s frustrated or confused about something

Doesn’t always grasp concepts right away, she’s a soft dummy but most of us are and that’s okay! We’re all smart in our own ways

Feels like sunflowers are always around her especially if she sees them wherever she is. They must symbolize SOMETHING, therefore she loves them

spf queen. All about it, get with it or let the sunrays ruin ur skin that’s on u

loves a good filet mignon medium-well & is probably the only good thing she knows how to make alongside a salad, baked potatoes, & her oj

sucker for romantic-comedies...it’s basically her life duh!

If she has a dog, it’s a Dalmatian or Great Dane. She needs a companion that’ll keep up with her

loves kissing, it’s her favorite form of intimacy

Quarantine life included the push up challenge for her. Gaining a few pounds in muscle and fat, bothering seb via ft, viewing old letters she wrote to her dad, spending time with her fav ladies since they were now restricted from having guests in their home, and letting boredom consume her + she hated the whole lockdown that came with it, she hated being indoors for long periods of time but she knew that’s what partly needed to be done

Posts a lot of beach, park, outings with her friends & team, moments with her fav ladies, workout videos, and guests at the b&b with their permission and if only she befriends them along the way. She’s just as active on the socials as she is in rl but she’s not obsessed with it, she knows how to live in the now. She’s all about balance!

I also feel like she never keeps her phone charged and it’s always dying on her! She had a car charger but...that’s a jungle. She needs to invest in a portable charger stat

crushing on/finds attractive: Jared Padalecki, Keanu Reeves, Barrett Doss, Camilla Luddington, Sandra Bullock, Adrian Kempe, Harry Kirton, Anya Taylor-Joy, Haley Lu Richardson, Naomi Osaka, Ming & Aoki Lee Simmons

who does she listen to? Shakira lol!! Bea Miller, Dua Lipa, Daya, XYLØ, Elley Duhé, Stela Cole, Aloe Blacc, Maroon 5, Lewis capaldi, Charlie Puth, girl in red, Hayley kiyoko, king princess, dodie, & tessa violet

Anthem: Icona Pop — we got the world

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg aj #litg mc #litg oc #litg seb #litg genevieve #litg elladine #litg tai #litg yasmin #litg headcanon #litg moodboard #I felt like the pressure was on for her so sorry if this sucked lol #litg headcanons

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine: Prt 3

Office Bae Erik.

Warnings: Hard...core...SMUT. Drama, Spanking.

Okay so the way this is being written I can see it having a few more parts to it lol. I hope you guys enjoy just as much as the other parts i’ve done. I hope it’s just as smutty as you would like lol. Like, Reblog, Comment!

Part one Part two

Ping Ping

Erik- If I find out you are going to rub and dig in that pussy without my permission I will punish you.

You were already in the private staff bathroom that has only one toilet, panties tossed on the floor, dress up and around your waist, and one leg up on the sink with just your fingertips exploring how wet that pussy really is. You didn’t rub it, you didn’t even finger yourself, you just touched how puffy and erect your clit and labia were. You rubbed your fingers together to test the silky slimy wetness that your pussy released while squirming in your desk chair from Erik saying how much he wants to make that pretty pussy feel good.

You moved so fast to that restroom like you were a track runner. Now, you used your phone selfie camera to see the mess and how swollen you are. The minute that camera showed you how messy she is, that pretty kitty, your breath rushed in and out. Like honey dripping from a honeycomb stick, you were spilling all that sticky sweetness on your phone screen. Tiny whimpers escaped your wet mouth as your fingers reached down to rub that engorged clit. The more your greedy ass rubbed, the more that plump pussy began to cream. You felt ready and willing to cum already.

Ping Ping

Erik- Baby girl, are you playing in my pussy? You’ve been in there too long, Y/N.

“Umph,” That leg of yours shook on that sink. You could hear that puss making all kinds of wet noises in response to the way you were treating her at the moment. It wasn’t like Erik’s touches but it still filled the void you felt in your aching cunt. Now, your fingers were deep in your pussy, rubbing directly over your G spot on purpose. It was too much to take but you kept on going, making sure to stroke it just right so your juices can flow down your inner thigh. Sure enough, creamy liquid trickled down to your knee. You spread your legs further, finger fucking the shit out of that delicious pussy more, more, and more until you bite down on your pouty lower lip, teeth almost cutting through the flesh from how hard you nibbled, cumming on your greedy fingers. You didn’t slip them out just yet, no, you wanted to feel the aftershocks of your orgasmic pussy throb around your slender fingers. Finally, after what felt like five minutes, you hissed as you slowly slip your fingers from that hot and moist pussy. You look at those fingers before grabbing your phone to take a picture of them to send to Erik.

Ping Ping

Erik- Oh...you bad, bad, girl. I’m getting that ass just you wait and see. Don’t even put them fucking panties on...I got something for you.

“Sorry, Daddy,” You are genuinely sorry but it was his fault. If he didn’t taunt you like that you wouldn’t have done this. You would have waited until lunch break for him to take you to his car to do it himself. All that you kept thinking about was his long, thick fingers going in and out of that pussy. You reluctantly clean up because you really wanted to go for round two. Gasping, you stood up on shaking legs in your Fendi boots, walking to grab your panties, balling them up in your hand to place inside of your purse, before leaving the private bathroom. Standing there dressed in Calvin Klein from head to toe with big Harley Davidson gold-rimmed eyeglasses that reminded you of the 70s, hair clean cut and face shaved was Calvin, one of the Data Analysts that worked with you. He gave you a veneer smile, before pointing one perfectly manicured finger at your face.

“I was wondering when you would be done in there! You look FABULOUS,” Calvin spoke flamboyantly, “I didn’t know those boots were still in season, girl. You wear the hell out of them so it doesn’t even matter.”

You gave Calvin a tight smile, “I don’t worry about what’s in season. If it looks good on me, I’ll wear it. But thank you though.”

Calvin pursed his lips, “Mhm.”

As you begin to walk away, Calvin starts talking again, leading you to stop in your tracks and almost run into the water fountain outside of the restroom. Calvin clearly didn’t understand what an inside voice meant.

“How has Eric been? he didn’t come to the holiday party last year or to the potluck we do every January-”

“He’s out of town,” You cuts him off abruptly, “He does a lot of traveling.”

“Oh...pity,” Calvin spoke with faux sadness, “I’m sure that worries you.”

“Calvin, I am not about to gossip with you today. Please, can I go back to my seat?”

“I don’t hold the keys to your freedom, sis,” Calvin makes a sweeping motion with his hand, “Go ahead, be gone.”

You roll your eyes before walking away from the biggest drama fanatic in the office.

Ping Ping

Erik- Don’t think I forgot about you playing in that pussy. And fix your face, you’re too pretty to be frowning like that.

Y/N- Are you going to spank me? what’s our safe word?

Erik- You’ll see...and it’s Cherries

You frown at your phone before quietly laughing.

Y/N: Why cherries?

Erik- Because I’m eating some right now. Eating these cherries got me thinking about how I’m gonna eat you.

Y/N- I didn’t need that mental image

Erik- I’m sure it’s too late for that. I bet you’re probably wondering how my lips look sucking and nibbling on these cherries

“Watch yourself!” Connie, one of the Environmental Engineers, bumps into you, spilling a little bit of her caramel macchiato with no sugar on her white blouse, “Great,” She looks up at you with scornful eyes, “Seriously, Y/N?”

“Sorry,” you lock your phone, “I think I may have one of those Tide pens-”

“I’ve got it. Thanks,” Connie walks away quickly while shaking out the front of her blouse. You fought to keep it together in this professional setting because you really wanted to snatch Connie’s stank breath ass back by her badly bleached hair and punch her in the face. Sighing, then inhaling a calming breath, you turn back into your area where your desk is located, those chestnut eyes disobeying you as they look into Erik’s office. Connie was standing in his doorway with Demetria complaining about her shirt and motioning towards your area. Erik stood there with his arms folded, acting like he was interested in what they had to say while his lips were rolled shut. You assumed it was because he wanted to suppress a laugh.

“Where were you for so long?” Regina clearly didn’t get any work done, She was currently shopping for new shoes.

“Bathroom, then a phone call,” you flip your braids over your shoulder, settling back into your seat, those pussy lips of yours sliding together; the delicious friction that you dangerously craved. Punctuated gasps escaped your mouth while staring at your screen, mind completely blank of work and focused on all the possible ways Erik could punish you for being a naughty girl.

“Damn, what should I be doing right now?” You spoke mostly to yourself but Regina answered you.

“You know we have to make a record of all the information needed for the Alaska business trip, and we also have to contact the clients who we have to order from for supplies for the trip-“

“Please, please, don’t remind me,” You rub your temples, “I’ve been trying to get in contact with the people who are supposed to ensure that the design projects for the air pollution management systems comply with environmental and health regulations.”

“Didn’t Erik design those systems along with the water pollution systems?” Regina asks while pulling up the list of clients on her computer.

“Yes. He’s basically the brains of the operation. Who the hell needs Connie, Jeremy, and Demetria when they come to him for advice. That’s why his office is the middle office AND the biggest office.”

You praised Erik with your head held high, proud to be fucking a man so successful and smart like him.

“Bitch,” Regina spoke in a hushed tone, “He must have that dick you can feel in your spine because you are cutting up, honey.”

“Shut up,” You pick up the company blue tooth to use while dialing the client that you needed to talk to, “Don't distract me while I’m on this call either.”

The line rings as you swivel back and forth in your desk chair, then, a grating voice loud in your ear that it makes you cringe greeted you.

“Yes, my name is Y/N, I am calling from AECOM; Architecture, Engineering, Consulting, Operations, and Maintenance. Do you have the time to discuss the Alaska business trip regarding the new pollution systems?”

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“Just looking at him I can tell he has a big, black, cock.”

“Chill, Connie, cock sounds...just no, girl.”

“Well, big, black, dick. How about that then?”

“Better, but I think you’re pushing your luck. Erik doesn’t look interested in you, Connie, sorry that I have to be the one to tell you.”

“What makes you think that? He always talks to me. He’s always nice to me. Just wait, that Alaska trip will give me the chance to really get with him.”

Demetria gave Nicole a look with her grey eyes before smiling, “Doesn’t Erik need an assistant to come with him to Alaska? Nicole, maybe you could ask him about that.”

Demetria and Nicole were just as two-faced as Connie. They both wanted Erik for themselves and they definitely hinted on it a few times to him but Erik acted as if none of that mattered to him. Not even Demetria’s low cut blouses with her copious breasts had him watering at the mouth. Demetria has a face like Lisa Bonet and a body like Toccara Jones with how busty and tall she is. Demetria wore her hair in a pixie cute that compliments her high cheekbones. Nicole has shoulder-length dreads in her hair with shells, average height and petite, cinnamon eyes, and heart-shaped lips.

“Nicole? Don’t you have a man? Aren’t you married?”

“So,” Nicole says with a quiet laugh while holding a mug of herbal tea that had the words, Melanin Magic on it “It’s just a company trip with a little bit of nookie if I’m lucky.”

“You mean, if we’re both lucky, sis. I want some of that too,” Demetria reminds Nicole.

“Both of you are delusional,” Connie spoke in a defensive tone, “All I’m saying is-Regina?”

Regina tried to be discrete and stay in earshot so she could hear what they were saying but her fucking phone vibrated in her light gray satchel that she was currently carrying on her shoulder. All she wanted to do was grab her food so she could eat in the food court but when she heard them gossiping about fucking Erik Stevens she couldn’t help herself. She knew if you were there you would be bothered to the 1000th degree.

“Hey,” Regina tried to play it off, rushing to the refrigerator to grab her shrimp and avocado salad, “Just grabbing my food, pretend I’m not even here, ladies.”

“We’re you being nosy, Gina? It’s no surprise, you’re famous for that shit,” Nicole says with an argumentative tone.

“Not my fault I heard you bitches. Y’all so loud anybody who walks past can hear you.”

“Look,” Connie glares outside of the break room, “Erik is over there talking to Y/N again. Why is he always talking to her? Ugh,” She folds her arms.

Regina didn’t say a word as she grabs her lunch box, closing the refrigerator, and walking out of the break room.

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“Miss Y/N,” Erik walked up to your cubicle with his hands in his slacks pockets, “I know it’s way past lunch hour because we’ve been so damn busy but I was wondering if you wanted to get something? I was thinking about some Indian food this time around.”

You type one more part on the document for the client to sign before saving your work and putting your computer to sleep. You fold your legs, turning in your swivel chair, chestnut eyes with long lashes blinking up at Erik. He raised one brow down at you before rolling his moist lips together, dimples sinking deeper into his cheeks.

“Curry and I don’t mix,” You pout, “I’ll probably have some Asian cuisine this time around.”

“Then I’ll have what you’re having,” Erik takes his pointer finger on his right hand to tap the surface of your desk slowly. Your eyes travel down to that finger, your breath coming out in little quiet gasps, thighs clenched together.

“Why don’t we get going before it gets busy in here again, yeah?” He whispers with a husky voice but this voice was much deeper. His onyx eyes shining with mischief.

“Alright,” You stand, grabbing your phone and placing it in your bag, “Lead the way, Stevens.”

Erik gives you a half-smirk before walking ahead of you. You follow behind him, heart racing in your chest the more you both walked away from the department. Erik makes a sudden sharp turn around the corner near the elevators. Startled, you follow, turning that corner just like him. He’s gone. Confused, you pull out your phone, fingers shaking as you text him.

Y/N-Where are you?

You hold your phone to your chest, looking around you with nervous eyes. The sound of your phone against your chest causes you to jump, breath growing short.

Ping Ping

Erik- Come to the quiet room.

The quiet room? The room that certain staff has access to so they could rest their eyes or mediate? That room wasn’t always there. It was a new thing that the company decided to add to help relax the minds of the Engineers, Architects, Management, and whoever else were considered in charge. You follow the directions on the walls, walking past the elevators and down a hall. There, two rooms that have strict access. The quiet rooms.

Y/N- which one?

Ping Ping

Erik- slip your panties under the second door

You glance at the door in question before opening your purse to retrieve your wet panties. You walk softly against the carpeted floor, turning over your shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before bending down. You tuck your panties under the door, the feeling of them being snatched aggressively out of your hand making your breathing choppy as you shuddered.

Ping Ping

Erik- Be polite. Knock.

With a weak fist, you knock.

The doorknob jiggles before it opens, revealing an angry Erik with his suit jacket and shirt halfway unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and a belt in his hand.

“C’ mere, Kitty,” He motions with a single finger.

You look from the belt to his face, wary eyes and fingers fiddling.

“What did I just say, Kitten?” Erik snaps his fingers, “I said...C’mere.”

“Daddy,” You whisper, “I’m gonna get a beating?”

“What you think?”

You close your eyes with anticipation.

“Bring that ass here. Now.”

The minute you walk into that room, Erik grabs your neck, pulling you forward. Your breath halted, eyes low and trained on his. You could see his hand reaching above your head to close and lock the door.

“So, you thought I was playing, huh? Didn’t Daddy tell you he would take care of you like you should be taken care of?”

“Y-yes,” you bite your lip, “But I couldn’t help myself you were talking so nasty-“

“Because I can do that,” Erik whispers, “I can do that. You are mine. If I want that puss nice and wet for me to suck clean that’s what I’m gon’ do. If I didn’t tell you to stroke that puss real good like I know you did anyway you defiant little bitch, are you supposed to do it, Kitty?”

“No, I’m not, Umph,” His hand was under your dress and between your legs.

“Holy shit, this how it is?” Erik’s fingers dragged up and down, “This that wet pussy kat?”

“Yessss,” You open your legs more, “Just touch me, Daddy, please, I need your thick fingers inside of me. Mines made me cum but yours will make me cum harder.”

“Oh yeah? You nasty girl,” Erik unbuttons his pants, the sound of his zipper going zzzzzz really slow in that quiet room making your eyes flutter.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

Erik takes you by your upper arm, walking you over to a leather mahogany stained chesterfield sofa taking a seat and bringing both of his hands to grab your waist to straddle him. Erik takes your dress, balling it up around your waist, revealing your hot and moist pussy to him. Your hips bucked with need and your eyes sat low and desperate. Erik takes his belt, folding it, then suddenly, swatted your ass painfully. You could feel the skin of your ass sticking to the thickness of the leather belt. Erik gave the other cheek the same attention, his eyes furious.

“Fuck this, turn around...bend over...yeah...and grab your fucking ankles.”

You do as you’re told, your cheeks opening and that pink puss showing him exactly what he wanted to see.

“I should spank that pussy too. But I got something better for her,” Erik beats you again, your thighs shaking down to your ankles in your boots.

“Umph, Daddy, my ass hurts,” You whimper, “Please, Daddy, I just want you to make me cum-“

“Shut that noise up and take these hits to this big ol’ ass, ma.”

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!

It was beginning to make you numb. You knew your ass cheeks were raw and red but your pussy was dripping and soaked with need.

“Daddy! Daddy! Cherries! Cherries!” You cry out, Erik’s hand ready to strike you again. He drops his belt on the sofa, bringing his large warm hands up to run circles into your ass.

“I’ll rub you down with some massage oil later before I eat your ass all the way to your pussy, okay?”

“Uhhh, yes, Daddy, please.” You moan at the feeling of his hands soothing the whelps on your ass.

“Now...put these wet panties back on.”

Erik tosses the panties between the valley of your legs while you were still bent over. You grab them, gently straightening your body, using all the balance you had to pull those panties back on in your boots.

“Daddy, what are you going to do to me-“

“Don’t ask me. Now turn around.” His voice was hard.

“Yes, Sir,” Your turn, your hands on your hips with your eyes blinking down at his hard erection, “Daddy...it’s so hard...can I taste it? Please?”

Your tongue literally ached to get to feel the tip of his fat dick pressed against it right now. Your mouth is so wet that you were sure if you pulled away spit would drip down from him onto your dress, making your nipples hard. You could feel yourself squirming with need. You miss having your mouth so filled and warm while getting to suck tightly but slowly down him. Making sure to swallow his entire length each time regardless of how long and meaty he is.

“Nah, you can’t have this dick in your mouth, Kitty.”

“But, why, Daddy?”

“Because you want that, and I don’t want to give you what you want,” Erik finally pulls his pants down and around his ankles followed by his briefs. His dick sprang forward and stood straight up with pre-cum oozing from his fat tip. You swallow a large amount of spit that formed on your tongue from how much you wanted to suck him dry.

“Get on Daddy’s lap, baby girl.”

You do as you are told, climbing onto his lap, thick legs straddling his waist with your hands on his shoulders.

“Pull your panties to the side.”

You lift your hips, taking your slender fingers to pull your wet panties to the side. You wait for your next command with a shuddering breath.

“Grab Daddy’s dick and rub your clit with it...go ahead and rub all this precum on that juicy clit. I know she’s nice and hard, baby.”

“Umph, yes, Daddy,” you squat over his lap like you were about to ride his dick, grabbing the thickness where your fingers barely connected from how hard he is, bringing it to your throbbing clit. The minute his dick rubbed along your clit you thought you were going to cum right then and there. The precum, your wetness, the smooth head of his dick, and how hard your clit is put you in a euphoric state.

“Tilt your hips so I can see it...mmmm, fuck,” The way he said that made you moan his name.

“Fuck, that clit is so hard. You got a pretty little pussy, ma.”

You were too horny and in need to cum that you didn’t bother to say thank you. Erik’s deep grunts and groans from the way you circled your clit with his tip had his hips bucking from the sofa causing the leather to make noise. You imagined him thrusting you into your aching pussy. This was so teasing but it was one of the best feelings in the world. The way it felt...you couldn’t stop smacking his dick on your folds and rubbing your pussy up and down him, coating his dick in your mess. Erik’s fingers reaching down to hold your pussy lips open has you shaking. You could feel your cream dripping from your pussy and on his balls from your position.

“Look at you, I bet that clit feel good as a motherfucker right now-“

“Yes, Umph, yess,” you gasp.

“I know my kitty wants me to suck on it-“

“Please! Please, Daddy.”

Erik grabs the shaft of his dick, holding it in place while your pussy hovered over it.

“I love the way those little panties look pushed to the side. You teasing Daddy with this sexy little pussy? Cover your pussy I wanna see how fat it look.”

This was literal torture. You whimper, covering your pussy back up and pulling the fabric so that the shape and plumpness of your pussy lips can show through the fabric.

“Goodamn...Fuck,” Erik’s thumb reaches out to pinch your pussy lips before running his thumb up and down your mound, “Now, pull these panties back nice and slow, understand? I wanna see that phat puss slip out all wet for me.”

He was driving you crazy, so crazy you could risk it and sit on his dick; fully. You take your fingers, pulling your panties to the side delicately. Each one of your phat pussy lips slipped for him, your fingers pulling your lips apart to show him that pink.

“Please, please make my pussy feel good,” you beg.

“Bend over this dick again, do it,” Erik spoke with a clenched jaw. You bend over him while he jerked his dick, his fat tip sliding between your labia and resting at your entrance. The tip of his dick was right there, moving back and forth, causing your pussy to make noises. The next best feeling in the world is sitting right above Erik’s dick and just bouncing on the tip, not quite letting it go in. Your ass bounced and your pussy creamed. Each time you tried to sank lower, Erik would pop your ass sharply.

“Daddy, I want you inside of me.”

“I know you do, Kitty, I know,” Erik slaps your clit again before dragging his dick back down to tease you again, “Too bad you’re not going to.”

“Fuck,” You pout your lips, moving your hips as much as you could do that he would have no other choice but to accept your tight wet puss wrapped around his thick pipe.

“Damn, just looking at you and feeling this pussy glide along my dick is making me wanna bust a nut. I’m gonna bust a huge nut on this pussy-“

“Please! Uhhh!” Erik grabs you by the throat.

“Shut that fucking yelling up before I put this dick away-“

“Daddy-“

“Damn, my shit is hella hard. Don’t you fucking move before I tear that ass up.”

You tried staying still but the more he slapped the weight of his dick on your clit, circled your entrance with his dick, and made you hold your pussy lips open so he could move his dick from side to side up and down your folds, you wanted to cum hard.

“Fuck, hmph, this good fucking pussy about to make me nut and I ain’t even in there.”

“Yes, Daddy. I love the way you move your fat, black, dick along my pussy like that. Can Kitty cum on Daddy’s good dick?”

“FUCK!”

While Erik rubs his dick from your entrance, between your labia, and to your clit over and over his cum shot from him. Thick, white, and creamy, he generously coated your folds with as much as his balls produced. You felt so warm and sticky down there. The feeling of his cum dripping has you moving your hips. Erik looked spent, chest rising and falling, onyx eyes low, lips parted. You wanted to lick his dick clean and taste the cum off your pussy but Erik wasn’t having that. He reached between your legs, pulling your panties back in place.

“Daddy?” You look at him with a confused expression.

“Let’s go to lunch before it gets too late.”

Your panties were drenched. How were you supposed to sit and eat when each time you moved you could feel his cum all over your pussy?

“But...,” You disobey him by opening your legs to show him all his cum on your pussy, “Why not eat me instead?”

“Nasty little bitch,” Erik watched you open your legs to show him his cum, “You like all my cum on your pussy like that, I can tell, Eric ain’t giving it to you like your nasty ass deserves. That’s why you gotta leave him, baby girl. You gotta come with me. No other bitch can make Daddy feel the way he feels except for you. This is where you belong, ma. On this dick, in my arms, on my face, in my bed...”

You have Erik’s cum on your pussy. You let this man do things to your body you would have never known a man could do. He’s always there when Eric with the “C” decides to go M.I.A without care. You could rightfully say that you did belong to him. You knew what you had to do. Leave Eric with the “C” behind.

“I want you to call him, and I want you to break up with him. You hear me?”

“W-when?” You ask while his fingers rubbed up and down your cum covered folds.

“Today,” Erik brings his fingers to your mouth. Without question, you suck on them.

“Mmm,” Erik hummed before licks his lips as he watched you suck his cum off his fingers.

Licking your lips clean, you look up at Erik innocently, “What if he doesn’t answer?”

“Then call back until he does. I want you to do it today. If you’re coming back with me, he needs to be out of the picture, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

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No response from Eric. You weren’t surprised at all.

Finally, it was the end of the day. Erik dropped you off in his G-Wagon to your place so you could take a shower and talk to Eric with the “C” he was away still in NYC so you decided to try and contact him on FaceTime instead of talking over the phone. When Erik pulls up on the other side of the street to avoid nosy neighbors, you could make out Eric’s bright red Dodge Charger parked behind your Prius. A puzzled expression came over your face, Erik looking at you with an equally confused expression.

“What’s up?” He looks from your eyes to the red car.

“That’s Eric’s car,” You frown, “Why is he home so early?”

Erik looks at you with a crease in his brow, “He didn’t even tell you he was back? The fuck is up with that?” Erik shakes his head, “Even after you blew his phone up?”

“I know,” You unbuckle your seat belt, opening the car door. You grab your purse, giving Erik one final look before blowing him a kiss, closing the door.” Erik didn’t move from his spot, he watched you cross over quickly, walking down the cobblestone trail of your home. Turning, you wave goodbye before watching him drive off down the street. You closed the door, tossing your keys down on the end table near the front door before walking further into your home. Eric must have been burning your favorite candles; Yankee Candle Maple Pancakes. Why would he have your candles lit so early in the day? It confused you.

“Eric?” Your melodic voice calls out to him. Quickened footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, an alarmed expression on Eric’s face. He was wearing a red Lacoste shirt with a pair of cargo shorts, black socks on his feet and his hair no longer freshly cut like it was when you first saw him almost a week ago. He was supposed to be gone for two full weeks.

“Hey, you’re back pretty early.”

“Yeah...I saw your car out front. Came in thinking you would be here but,” Eric shrugs, placing a small smile on his face, “Um, babe, we need to talk-“

“Oh, NOW we need to talk,” you let out a suppressed laugh, “That’s funny. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for the past few days and all you’ve given me were dry responses, Eric. So, don’t try and stand there talking about, LETS TALK.”

Eric walks down the remaining steps, hands in his pockets and frustration on his face. You look him up and down with rage, your foot tapping to calm herself.

“Once again, I’m not surprised that you don’t care. Who is she, Eric? Who’s the bitch?”

“What are you talking about?” Eric gave you his usual clueless expression, “what makes you think that’s what this is about-“

“Because I know that’s what it is! You go on these frequent trips, you never once think about me, I used to be worried but now that’s no longer my issue because you don’t care, so why the hell should I?”

“Y/N, can we just talk without all this. I’m trying to have an adult conversation with you.”

“Whatever,” You motion for him to talk with an attitude.

“I think we should break up. I’m not feeling this relationship anymore. I don’t want to put both of us through this-“

“Okay,” You shrug, a beaming grin on your face, “I was going to do the honors but since you decided to steal the shine from me-“

“And I think you should move out.”

You felt like the air from your lungs was sucked out with a vacuum. You blinked at Eric, frozen expression on your face. He wanted you to leave? Yes, this was his mother’s home that she left for him when she passed along with all of her money because he was a mama’s boy but the fact that he would throw you out after five years? You were stunned. Hurt even. As much as you wanted to end things with him as well, you would have never done this to him at all.

“Eric, are-are you seriously kicking me out?”

“I’m sorry,” He looks down at his feet, “I just...I don’t think it makes sense for us to stay here together if we aren’t dating anymore.”

“We were in a RELATIONSHIP. Five FUCKING YEARS!” You throw your purse at him, “Five years and you throw me out?!!!! What the fuck, Eric! What am I supposed to do? I-“ You pause, laughing hard from how angry you were and how shaky your hands are. You would be straight, Erik with the “K” would gladly pull up right now, help you pack all your things, and bring you to his place. You knew he would even if this fling just started a day ago.

“Pause,” You say trying to figure out exactly why he was doing this, “You come back early, then you break up with me, then you tell me to leave. Nah, there is something you’re not telling me. You’re hiding something and it’s big...it’s so big. I can see it in your face. You probably want me gone because you know it will disgust me, right? How many women, Eric? Did you get someone pregnant? are you married to someone I didn’t know about for all of these years?”

“I just...I’m just not happy anymore,” Eric spoke with a blank expression on his face as if he practiced saying those exact words in the mirror.

“Yeah, okay,” You bump past Eric. Eric grabs your upper arm, turning you around to look at him.

“I hope we can still be friends.”

You jerk your arm out of his grasp, “Get the fuck off of me. I don’t stay friends with my exes. What for?”

“Where are you going Y/N?” Eric asks with an exhausting tone.

“To pack my things. Whatever I can pack for now and LEAVE. Remember?”

“Don’t worry, I have a UHAUL friend who can come and get your things-“

“WHAT?!!!” You shout, your hand coming up to slap Eric clean across his face, “You had this all planned out?!!!!”

Eric rubs his jaw, his eyes cold, “See, this is why I can’t deal with your ass,” Eric’s calm mood changed to fury, “You think you can talk to me like that? You lived off of me, girl. I bought those expensive shoes, I pay your car payments, I provided a roof over your head. Then, you want to turn around and hit me? How about you leave right now-“

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some gold digger bitch, Eric! I accepted those gifts because you gave them to me as gifts. What the fuck you think I’m gonna do? Say no? And we both decided moving together would be best! Don’t do that, nigga. Don’t make me out to be some money-grubbing bitch who always has her hand out-“

“Just leave,” Erik points to the door with his thumb. He was over trying to be reasonable, “get out Y/N-“

“NO!” You yell in his face. So close you could smell his cheap cologne, “You’re bragging so much about money buy better cologne, DICK, smelling like ass-“

Ring Ring

Calvin angrily pulls his phone out of his pocket, his eyes glancing down at the screen, expression softening and a sneaky look replaced. He turns his back, one hand on his hip and his voice low and unrecognizable.

“Hey, hey, um,” He scratches his head, “We can’t talk right now-“

“Who is that?!” You yell, “Eric...why must you keep lying through your crooked ass teeth! Who is that bitch?!”

Eric looked like he was ready to explode, “I have to go, okay?” He tried to hang up but you were swift, grabbing the phone from his grip, bringing it to your ear while walking away.

“NO! Y/N STOP!!!” Eric speed walks after you with a fearful expression on his face. Too bad you already started speaking on the phone. Eric’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“Who is this!? Is this the bitch my man has been fucking for over three years?!”

“I guess I am that bitch now, huh?”

You drop the phone, Eric’s screen cracking against the linoleum floor in the kitchen.

“SHIT!” Eric crouched down to pick it up, cursing while admiring it. You slowly brought a hand to your mouth, turning in your boots to look at Eric with cold, distant eyes. Erik blinked up at you, noticing your expression before closing his eyes with defeat and guilt.

“You nasty motherfucker,” You wanted to kick Eric in his face, “How long?”

“Y/N, please, we can talk about this-“

“HOW LONG!!!!!!!” You felt your throat grow raw before your eyes brimmed with tears.

“Two years since December.”

You could feel your knees buckle.

“Two...years- oh my GOD,” You were remembering, your head nodding slowly, “So, that’s what you were doing when I came looking for you at the Christmas party?”

“Yes.” Eric couldn’t even stare into your eyes. He was ashamed. He ought to be. For two years he was fucking-

“Calvin? Really? So what? You’re gay or something?”

“I-I don’t know-“

“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know? How wouldn’t you know dumb ass? You're sticking your dick in another man’s ass just for fun then? Make it make sense because I’m confused.”

“I-I think I am. I think I’ve been for the past few years-“

“So, when I came looking for you at the party and you came out of the restroom with Calvin walking out after you...y’all were having sex?”

“Yes-“

“And then Calvin was at work today talking about getting done in the butt by some man! It was about you wasn’t it?!!!!”

Eric opened his mouth, ready to speak but your hand came up to stop him.

“SAVE IT. I can’t believe you. This-I would have never expected this. My coworker? He’s probably telling the entire staff about it! He asked me how you were doing today! How could you humiliate me like that?!!”

“IM FUCKING SORRY!” Eric begins to cry like a big ass baby, “IM SO FUCKING SORRY Y/N!”

“All those trips?! Explain that to me! Go ahead!”

Eric clears his throat, having difficulty forming his words from all the crying he was doing, “The-The trips were for vlogging at first. Fred? You remember Fred? My friend from the Philippines? He’s gay. My...my first time with a man was with him and this is before we started dating. I was confused. I tried to ignore all the signs so I started dating you. I thought I could shake it at first, but...When I first met Calvin...it just...it just happened. So, after that...I just started faking trips to NYC for food to mess around with Calvin for a while-“

“Eric, I think I heard enough. I feel like if I keep hearing you talk, I’m going to vomit. Just-just get the fuck out of my way before I do something that will put my ass in jail.”

You wanted to choke him and you wanted to choke Calvin. You really wanted to get back at Eric and tell him that you are fucking your coworker but that wouldn’t benefit anything. All Eric would do is tell Calvin and then Calvin will tell everyone else. You didn’t need that. You wanted to keep Erik and yourself a secret for as long as you could, especially with the Alaska trip coming up. You stormed up the stairs, stopping in the hallway to grab a few suitcases to fill up with clothes and shoes for now until you got a UHAUL to get your other things. You couldn’t stay in that home for another minute. You felt like you were suffocating. Eric didn’t bother coming up the stairs and you were glad. You needed to pack in peace.

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“Can you come down to the lobby? I’m here.”

“Come down? I thought I was picking you up?”

“No need. I have two suitcases and they are really heavy.”

“Aight, I’ll be down in about five minutes. Let me put a shirt on.”

Beep

You have on a camel-colored matching set with a cropped cami and biker shorts with Balenciaga Tripple S sneakers on your feet in white. Your braids were tossed over one shoulder and you had a pair of glasses on since crying so much bothered your eyes with the contacts in. You blew air through your cheeks as you waited for Erik to make his way to you.

Ding-Ding

Walking off the elevator in mustard-colored sweats and a plain black T-shirt with the Ruff Ryders Entertainment logo on it, feet in a pair of Nike Benassi slides and two Cuban link gold chains around his neck, was Erik with the “K”. His eyes focused on the two suitcases before noticing the sadness in your chestnut eyes. His jaw clenched and his hands went into fists, veins rolling under the skin on his hands and arms. The minute he stopped in front of you, you could smell A woody, aromatic fragrance wafting from his skin. It was a provocative blend of citrus and woods that liberates the senses. Fresh, clean and profoundly sensual. His smell is comforting for you. His hands came up to rub your upper arms, tilting his head down at you with a crease in his brows.

“What did he do?” Those were his first words. They were simple words but the way Erik spoke them you knew he was pissed because of how sad you looked.

“We can talk about it upstairs,” you heaved a big sigh, “It’s-it’s too much-“

“Shhh-shhh, don’t stress yourself out more, come on.”

Erik grabs both handles to the suitcases, motioning with a tilt of his head for you to walk forward towards the elevators. You press the button, staring at your reflection through the elevator doors, Erik approaching you from behind. His head comes around your shoulder to rest his chin there before placing soft kisses on your neck. You bring your hand up to rub the back of his head before playing with his dreads. His smell mixed with his soft lips calms you down. This is exactly what you needed. The elevator doors opened, and you step inside, holding the door so Erik could come in with the two full suitcases. The doors close, the feeling of being elevated surrounding you as you press your body into a corner. Erik just simply watched you. You watched him back before your eyes cascaded down his body to stare at his feet. You never looked at them before but looking at them now you admired how well he kept up with them. No surprise, this man’s skin was smooth and blemish-free. His entire body actually.

The 30th floor came, the doors to the elevator opening. Erik leaves first with both of the suitcases, walking up to his door. You follow closely behind him, staring at his broad back. Staring at him just reminded you of how much you appreciate him. Why couldn’t Erik with the “K” be the only Erik in your life? You felt like you wasted the past five years.

“Here, reach in my pocket to grab my keys, baby girl.”

You reach into his left pocket, feeling around a little too much causing the tips of your fingers to brush along the side of his dick. This man was free-balling under those sweats.

Erik lets out a husky laugh, “Uh-huh, you gon’ get it, baby girl, let’s get in my place first.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you spoke breathlessly, “But I’m glad I did.”

You pull his keys from his pocket.

“It’s the gold key, the one that’s bent...don't ask, it was a drunk night with the boys.”

You laugh with a shake of your head before opening his door, the same beautiful Penthouse with the city view that you remember from that morning still just as breathtaking and bright. Swinging Erik’s keys on your finger, you kick off your shoes so that you won’t stain his Icelandia White Hand-Knotted Rug. Erik does the same before picking up your suitcases by the carry handles, walking the bags to the second level in his Penthouse Suite. You follow him up as well. There, in his bedroom, Erik places both of the bags near his walk-in closet, turning towards you with his arms open wide. You walk into his embrace, resting your head on his chest while he rubs his hands up and down your back.

“Talk to me, Princess,” He presses his nose into your braids, “Tell me what happened.”

You move your head, resting your chin on his chest while staring up at him with your pretty chestnut eyes, “He broke up with me.”

“He did? Hm,” Erik brushes your cheek with a single finger.

“And he kicked me out,” You rub your temples.

“Really?! Oh hell fucking Nah-“

“It’s okay, It’s his house, I don’t care anymore-“

“I care. That’s some bullshit. Don’t let me catch him-“

“Erik, it’s okay, trust me,” You grab his chin, making him look at you, “Fuck him, okay? Fuck that bastard.”

“That motherfucker got a death wish. What if you had nowhere to go?”

You loved his gruff tone and the threats he made. You didn’t for one second doubt that Erik had a dangerous streak.

“Yeah. I was happy at first about breaking up, relieved...but...then I found out some shit that I still can’t wrap my mind around and it’s taking all of me not to hop in my car, go back to that house, and fuck him up-“

“I’ll fuck his ass up. I’ve been wanting to break his face for a while after the way he treats you. Treat you like you don’t even exist.”

“That’s the thing...we could go back and get his ass real good right now. You can use one of those sticks right there,” you were referring to the sticks resting on a wall wrack, “What kinds of sticks are those anyway?”

“Zulu sticks, South African,” Erik smiles, “You really want to fuck him up, huh?”

“Mhm,” You roll your eyes at the thought of Eric, “He’s been cheating on me for two years.”

Erik raises his brows, air leaving his nose harshly, “WOW, so that’s what he does when he says he’s going away?”

“It’s not the fact that he’s been cheating that really pisses me off, it’s who he’s been cheating with.”

Erik tilts his head while squinting his eyes, “Who?”

“Calvin.”

“Did you just say, Calvin? Like, Calvin Richardson that we work with? The loudmouth Data Analyst that gossips all day every day?”

“Yes. Eric is a closet homosexual.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Erik spoke with shock, “So, when did this-“

“The company Christmas Party in 2018. That’s when it started.”

“What the fuck,” Erik spoke mostly to himself with disbelief, “That’s...which stick should we use?”

You chuckle, “Whichever one, I just want his ass beat. I am so pissed off. No wonder why Calvin was being an asshole towards me today. Erik, what if he told people? What if I’m a laughing joke at work?”

“Nah,” Erik brings you into his arms, wrapping them around your waist, “He’s the laughing joke if he thinks that he’s gonna get to you. Like I said, you belong to me now. Plus, I wouldn’t let that shit fly. Calvin would be out of a job real quick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” You close your eyes from his touch on your skin, “You just make me feel so good. I love the way you make me feel.”

“This is only the beginning, baby girl. You fucking with a real man. You’re in good hands with me, baby, you best believe that.”

You give Erik a soft smile, staring at his lips with a hunger to feast on him.

“Let Daddy fuck the sadness out of you,” Erik whispers, his hands coming down to cup both of your ass cheeks, “Let me fuck you and show you what you’re getting from now on. All of me, you hear me?”

“Yes, please,” You stand on your tiptoes, lips almost connecting with his, “Fuck me.”

“Fuck you?”

“Please...please?”

“Say it again, again...again?”

“Please!” Your lips crash with his. At that moment you could feel your body shivering with a need for him. Your legs come up and around his waist while your lips dance with his. Sticking your tongue out, you watch as Erik’s tongue glides along yours before he takes his lips to suck on it. Your eyes flutter shut and your hips begin to move over him. Erik slides his lips off your tongue, bringing his lips to your neck before coming up to suck on your diamond-studded earlobe.

“I want to fuck you until you shake. Until you scream. Until you're nothing but a little mess lost in the pleasure I'm giving you. Then when you cum, I'll come cuddle you and give you a kiss, while telling you how much of a good little slut you are…”

All of that sounded perfect. Your body needed to mold with Erik’s. Desperately, you pull at his shirt from behind trying your best to get it off of him so you could feel his russet skin against yours.

“Daddy...please put your thick dick inside of me...please fill me up,” You drag your tongue over his cheek, “Pretty please? I just want you to fuck me into this bed so fucking hard. My pussy needs it. Just give me some dick, Daddy.”

“Mhm,” Erik walks you over to his bed, hands grabbing at your ass, making you bounce over his erection, “I got you, baby. Daddy got you always, okay?”

“Umph, Daddy, right there...I can feel it hitting my pussy each time you do that.”

You bring your hand down between you both to pull the waistband of his sweats down, nails dragging along his V-cut, your fingers descend to find his warm and solid dick. You try to stroke him but Erik lays you on your back on the bed, his sweats making his dick poke out and curve to the side. Just looking at his dick made your pussy jump and clench like he was already in your walls beating them down. Without another word, you begin to undress. There was no way you could wait for him, you needed him.

“You wanna play with Daddy?” He removes his shirt, “Cuz Daddy wants to play with you all damn night.”

“Let’s play,” you were in your black bra and black thong, spreading your legs so he could see your phat pussy lips covered in the thong. The fabric hardly covered your pussy. Then, you pull the cups of your bra down, breast slipping out for him as well.

“ mmmm, those big ass titties. I love it when you’re begging me, baby. I got you barely being able to stand me not being inside you. That’s how I want you...nice and wet for me all the time. Your mine.”

“Yes, Daddy-“

“Show Daddy that pretty pussy...come on...show me what she’s looking like right now.”

You pull your thong to the side, spreading your thick thighs further to give Erik a view of your pussy. The crease in his brows, his low eyes, the way he nibbled on his bottom lip, all of those things made you gasp.

“That sexy little pussy,” Erik was palming his dick through his sweats, “Damn, ma, that’s a beautiful pussy. Look at that kat all nice and wet because of me. I just wanna eat, lick, and slurp that shit up,” Erik takes his fingers to spread you open so he could see your tight yet deep entrance. It was creamy and shining with your wetness, “Oh my fucking God...I need you, I need you right fucking now. Shit doesn't make no sense.”

“Take me, Daddy, I love it when you do that to me-“

“If you love that shit so much come here and sit on my fucking face,” Erik lays flat on his back, pulling you over to him by both of your legs. You squeal from how rough he was before lifting up and squatting over his mouth.

“Turn that ass around, I’m eating this from the back.”

You turn around, your ass all in Erik’s face. He bites your ass cheeks, his mouth getting lower and lower before he wraps his lips around your clit in an instant. You automatically open your legs more for him, your hips grinding up and down his mouth. Your lips part and your eyes roll shit as you feel his fingers yank your thong while his tongue slurped loudly in between your pussy lips. It was so loud and nasty that you had to look back at him because of it. You could feel him really eating the fuck out of your pussy.

“Mmmhmmm,” His hands come up to jiggle your ass cheeks. You moan his name over and over again. Erik gently tugged on your clit with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Your hands grab at Erik’s legs, glossy eyes staring at his dick jumping in his sweats. With your fingers, you push his sweats down, his dick bobbing up and hitting you on your mouth. Using your tongue you swirl the tip of his dick before sinking your lips fully around him. You wanted to cherish his dick as much as he adores your pussy. While Erik worked his mouth on your pussy, you sucking him with passion. Your hand reached forward to grab his balls. You squeeze them in your hand while slobbering all over Erik’s dick. A dick this size you needed it in your life permanently. One beautiful black dick to swallow down your throat.

Mmm!” You pop your mouth off of Erik’s dick, ass bouncing on his face, “Shit, baby!! Yes! Eat me! Eat me!”

Erik didn’t even talk, all he did was work that mouth on your pussy getting every single spot.

“Fuck, Daddy, fuckkkkkkk, why you gotta eat my pussy like that, huh? Is it because I’m a nasty little bitch? Why, Daddy? Fuckkkk, I can’t take it...Daddy...I’m gonna cum!”

Erik’s arms came up to hold you in place as his tongue wiggles as deep as it can go inside of you. You could feel yourself coating his tongue. Your ass cheeks smothered him and just when you thought it was over, his tongue dragged to your ass to show that area some attention too. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your pussy was overly wet and now he was licking your ass. You place your lips on his dick again, making yourself gag because you were determined to make that fat dick cum. He deserves it for making you feel so damn good like that. His grunts were muffled because your pussy was still on his mouth. The more you sucked, the thicker his dick became. Erik strikes your ass over and over for making him feel the way he felt. You do nothing but pop your ass, accepting the stinging and numbing effect of his hits.

“Daddy, cum in my mouth, come on, Daddy, give it to me,” You suck on the tip of his dick before smacking your tongue with it, “gimmie, Daddy, I need it,” you suck all of him into your mouth before popping your lips off loudly, “It’s so thick and pretty...I love Daddy’s big dick.”

Erik was no more good, his lips left your pussy and all you could hear were loud moans. Moans that you could hear on replay all damn day. He let you take over and control him. Hopping off his face, you turn around so that you can watch his face while you suck him. His eyes were closed and his wet mouth was parted. Then, the sight of his eyes rolling made you suck harder.

Erik licks his lips while watching you, “Good bitch, suck on Daddy just like that. You love dick in your mouth. Always hungry to suck Daddy. You’d suck my dick anywhere wouldn’t you?” You nod your head while batting your lashes, “Yeah...that’s why you’re my nasty little bitch. You know just when to make Daddy proud. Good girls get all this dick in their mouth. Fuckkkk.”

Erik grabs a fist full of your braids before his cum soaked your entire mouth. You swallow some but the rest drips down the side of his dick.

“Look at you, get all that shit to, don’t waste none of my Shit,” Erik grabs your hair forcefully to make you lick him, “Lick me up...yeah...yeah...fuck, Hmph, ughhhhh,” Erik was cumming some more, “What is up with that good mouth?”

You giggle, “Daddy likes it I see.”

“Nah, Daddy loves it,” Erik grabs your neck, leaning forward to tongue kiss you.

Your breath halted as that same wet tongue trailed between your breasts.

“Bend over baby,” Erik whispers while twirling your nipples, “Bend over so Daddy can dig deep in that puss while I grip these braids.”

“Fuck, Daddy,” You lift up, arching your back so deep you looked like you didn’t have a spine. Erik lifts to his knees behind you, taking the weight of his fat meat to slap your pussy. This gave you flashbacks.

“That’s how I like em, nice and thick,” Erik slaps your ass, “How you like it, Kitty?”

“Heavy and fulfilling,” you spread your pussy lips for him, “put all that thickness in me, Daddy, spread me open.”

“Damn, bust that shit wide open, ma?” Erik pokes your clit with the tip of his dick, “you are leaking all over my fucking dick. You better throw that ass back on me too. You want this dick deep in you, you take what you want,” Erik slaps your ass, “Understand?”

“Umph, yes,” You reach back to grab his dick lining it up with your anxious hole before allowing the tip to pop right in. Your back flexed and then your pussy automatically clenched up.

“Damn, Daddy, Umph,” You suck in a deep breath before taking all of him in your pussy, “oooooooooooo.”

“I know, baby, I know. It’s a lot of dick. But you’re such a good girl. You took it before, you can take it now. Make me proud, baby, show Daddy you don’t run from a big dick.”

You begin to throw your ass back on Erik. Each time he filled you up you would hiss and your breath would rush in and out in a desperate rhythm. It was so much dick that you couldn’t even stop yourself even if you tried. Once that tight pussy wrapped around him and practically swallowed him whole there was no way that cunt was going to let him go. Your pussy loved Erik’s dick. You look back at him, locking eyes, ass popping off his hips and the sound of your sex so loud because of how wet you are. The connection you both had made you cum on his dick before you could even get started. Your harsh and uneven breaths along with your wide eyes turned Erik on so much that he couldn’t help but to take control. His hands were in your hair as he beat that pussy up. It felt like he was sucker-punching your walls with how hard and fast he was going.

“The way you had me cumming on that pussy earlier I wanted to stuff you on sight,” Erik brought his lips to your ear while he delivered deep pressured strokes, “But you were being a naughty little girl. Now, you're being a good girl and giving this pussy up for Daddy to take. Want me to fuck you all night? I’ll fuck you and leave this dick in you.”

“Please, Daddy, OH SHIT!!!” Erik was stroking your G-spot from an angle you didn’t know existed until you started fucking him. Now, your arch wasn’t the way he wanted it because of how sensitive you were.

“Nah, baby, fix that back, come on...fix that fucking back!” Erik slams his dick in you, your fingers clawing at the sheets, “Uh-huh, that’s how I want you...I want you just-like-THAT,” You look back at him with disbelief that he was pounding you like that. Erik sucks on your bottom lip to swallow your moans while your pussy drips onto him and the bed. You felt dizzy from that orgasm. You couldn’t even comprehend that Erik was pulling you over top of him, grabbing your hips, spreading his toned thighs, and fucking up into you at a rapid pace. He was staring at your pretty face while he damn near battered your walls into a cumming frenzy. You looked back and noticed how much your ass shook and bounced. His balls were slapping you in your ass. You were so overwhelmed trying to absorb everything that's happening to you. It was as if you were high off of the sex. Drunk even.

“Look at that ass,” Erik watched the way he fucked you through a mirror on his wall straight across from the foot of his bed, “I’m in that pussy, girl...I’m deep in that pretty little thing...shit, look at all that cream...you are a messy little thing aren’t you, Kitty?”

You push at Erik’s chest to slow him down but that only made him bounce you over his dick himself. This time, you felt that shit in your guts. You try and ride just the tip of him but no, Erik wanted you fully wrapped around him.

“Baby girl, Daddy likes having this big dick in you, stop tryna run from me, okay?” He licks your neck, “Stop doing that before you make me fucking mad.” He said that last part with a deep-chested voice that made your spine tingle.

“I’m trying, Daddy, your dick is just so good,” You could feel yourself crying.

“Ain’t that how it’s supposed to be? If my dick feels so good, don’t you want me to stay?” Erik was so deep the top of his dick touched your cervix in a way where it was too much but it felt so good. Your pussy creamed more in response.

“Y-yessssss,” Your tears drop to his chest.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful. Fuck that nigga for treating you like that. You are too precious to be treated like shit, “His dick stroked in and out slowly, “Just know this...I would never treat you like that,” Erik moves your hips in a sort of dance on his dick, “I would never make you cry unless it’s because of my dick filling you up. I will always be there to treat you like a princess. I will always please that body like you deserve.”

“Uhhh!!! Umph!” Your pussy squeezes his dick. The grip you had around him was so tight. You knew your phat pussy was swollen and sloppy. You just knew that Erik’s dick was covered from the tip down to his heavy sack with all of your fluids. All of that sugar.

“Mmmm!” You moan with a light voice over and over again. Even slow-motion made you cum. You cum with a tremble of your lower lip. Erik just simply watched you with a smile on his sweaty face.

“That’s it, baby, take this fat dick, yes, look at your face, damn, baby, you are out of it. My dick got you seeing stars, love,” He pulled his dick out to the tip so that it could stroke your G-spot, “Now, all that squirting you do? Squirt on my dick. Shitttttt, make a big ass mess for me, Y/N...where’s that squirt at? Ruin my fucking bed.”

Your squirting pussy showered his dick and made a puddle on the bed.

“This beautiful pussy. If my dick making it do all this I don’t ever wanna stop fucking you.”

His words made you so weak. With a pout of your lips, you lift off of him, taking your hungry mouth to suck him clean. Man, you tasted so good on him.

“Arch your back and turn to the side,” Erik spoke softly. You do as you are told while sucking his dick. You jerk slightly when his long and thick fingers make their way inside of your pussy. This is what you craved earlier but couldn’t have. Now, while your pussy is overstimulated and covered in your cum, he decided to finger you with three of his thick fingers until you came on his hand. You look at him, lips popping off and a sharp moan escaping your mouth. All you could muster were moans; deep, intense moans. His fingers were just gliding in and out of you with so much ease because of your dripping peach. Your legs spread wider, breath choppy and irregular.

“Daddy in there?” He says all of this while watching your reaction, “I just couldn’t help myself. You feel so good on my dick I had to finger fuck this pussy so I can feel just how good she really is.”

“Umph, Daddy, I’m cumming, mmmm! You always make me cum so hard!”

Like a leaking faucet, you squirt again. So much fluid drained from you. Your body could no longer sit up. You collapse with your cheek resting on Erik’s dick. He still has his fingers inside of you, dragging them up to rub your clit before sinking back inside. Your tears stained his dick.

“Uhhh!!!!! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhh!” Creamy liquid coated Erik’s hand.

“FUCK YES,” Erik brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them like a vampire in need of blood. You watch with low eyes as he drags his long and thick tongue over his entire hand, never missing a spot. He just loved tasting you and making you cum.

“Come up here and lay on your side so Daddy can fuck you.”

Each command you followed. You crawled up beside him, flipping your braids over your shoulder. He takes his hand, forcefully opening your leg as wide as it could go since you were so damn flexible, his other hand gripping his dick before he thrust up into you like BAM! Your breasts bounced and swayed, Erik, reaching around to pinch and pull your nipples with one hand with his other hand holding your thigh up. He was staring with low eyes at the side of your face. This position had to be your favorite so far with him. You could turn your head back and kiss him, and the feeling of him pressed close to your back with his hard sweaty abs and chest made you grind your hips back on him. His dick from that angle punishing your walls was such an erotic sight. His beautiful dick with your pretty pussy wrapped around him had you watching it go in and out.

“Rub that juicy clit,” Erik speaks into your ear with a rough tone, “Rub her and make her nice and hard for me to suck on later.”

“Mmmmmhhh,” you rub it gently since it was so sensitive.

“Tight fucking pussy,” Erik bites your shoulder, “Don’t want Daddy to go do you?”

“No, Daddy-“

“I’m fucking you all night, believe that shit.”

“I believe it, Daddy, Umph,”

“This is my pussy,” Erik bites your neck, “Daddy’s dick feels so good, girl. Such a good girl with some good pussy. That’s my good girl pleasing Daddy’s dick like Kitty is supposed to.”

Erik rubs his hands up your thigh before he hooked his arm under your knee, “Ima cum so deep in this pussy. You got me ready to shoot all this cum in you, girl. Best pussy I ever had,” Erik roughly pulls your legs apart making you fall onto your back. He didn’t say a word as he got up in that juicy kat, your hands coming up on each side of your head to grip the sheets, breasts bouncing and swaying, shallow pants leaving your mouth, eyes closed, all the muscles in your body spasmodic. He pulls your thighs back, his dick beating the breaks off your walls. With a weak neck because of how good he was fucking you, you look up at him then down at your pussy with hooded eyes.

“Damn, Daddy, you're really-really in my pussyyyyyy, fuckkkkkkkkk,” You were cumming again, “Oh my goodness!”

“Ooooo, you bitch, mmmmmm, look at my fucking dick!”

Your eyes watch him spread you open.

“My shit is damn near ripping this little pussy to shreds. Poor little pussy. Too bad she gotta take it. I’ll kiss her real good afterward-“

“Please, Daddy?” You whimper.

“I promise, baby girl.”

Erik was growing so thick you want to push him out but Erik’s form grip on your thighs didn’t allow that. Your hips meeting him in a dirty dance before he grunts and moans, dick cumming and filling you up again. You grab his chains to bring him closer to you, your lips sucking on his while he emptied his cum where it belonged.

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