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#buddy daddies#i drew this before ep 10 came out....#kazurei#rei suwa#miri unasaka#kazuki and rei#kazuki x rei#kazuki kurusu#fanart#the thought of kazuki buying clothes for rei is so....#so damn cute...#hed definitely be jealous of those two though#catch him buying matching outfits for miri and himself#he has to one up rei somehow
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Lmao this show is so cute, but the timeline makes it so funny to me
I don't doubt that being a hitman pays well, but the idea that they've not been working for almost 3 months, and are only just now coming to the conclusion that they need to get back to work?
Full on dumbass behavior.
Why did they even put baby girl in preschool if they weren't going to go back to work immediately after?? Part of the reason she was so destructive is cause they didn't have toys or anything for her, they could've just gone to the store lmao.
Also they're more frugal than I figured they would be considering that bomb ass apartment. As far as I can tell they spent roughly $1000 in 1 month. That's not that bad, I mean, it's not a good trend if they'd continued to not work, but not that bad in terms of overall sustainability for a child and 2 working parents.
#Buddy Daddies#lmao at least a month maybe 2 of baby girl not even having pajamas#Rei strikes me as the parent where after Miri asks a question and he gives an answer she goes I understand#but with Kazuki she has a billion follow up questions and then just says I don't believe you I'm asking Papa Rei#The reason being is that Rei doesn't talk down to her lmao#it's both a good and bad thing he doesn't seem to screen himself very well but kids know when they're being talked down to to some extent#Rei talking to her like he does to everyone else would mean she'd be more likely to go to him for certain questions/issues#what I'm saying is Rei will think about jumping off a bridge when she asks him where babies come from#and Kazuki will be the one to toss him#because Rei is either gonna toss that one back at him or#his answers is going to be somehow too much information and too little at the same time
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hiii pokemon enstars au???? please
soooo what're the eccentric's teams like? type based probably, rei natsume and wataru seem obvious
*cracks knuckles* okay so this one's gonna get long-
I think Rei would have a mostly dark type based team for the champions league (Absol is definetly in there and UHaFnir (the uh. the big noise bat one) and a Zobiris maybe and an Amigento maybe as well those kinda pokemon at least!!)
but as a trainer I think he switches it up a lot because he tends to pick up stray pokemon that are injured or anything of the sort and he nurses them back to health and by then they kinda just got attatched to him so now he has quite the lot of pokemon that are just chilling around and he switches his team up a lot because he doesn't want any of them to feel neglected
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As for Kanata, he gets all the Water type critters doesn't even matter which ones if it's a fish or a marine creature it is going into the team. he has an Aquana and a Wailord and a Lapras i think he would have a Lapras and he definetly has a shiny Garados , maybe also an Azumarill but that doesn't seem like a Kanata pokemon Oh or he could have an Octillery! But he's a water type trainer in the league and outside of it too!!
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Natsume is a psychic type trainer and he has a Hypno and a Simsala I think and a Psiana and maybe also a Silembrim Ohhhh and I want him to have a Palimpalim on his team!!
And outside of his obbligations as a member of the top 4 he wanders around and reads fortunes and does the stuff he does in normal enstars as well except he has some pokemon with him now <3
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So for Shu I wasn't actually all that sure because I wanted him to be an ice type trainer initially but then figured the ghost or fairy type would fit him better. So, this is something I Will not negotiate, he has a Banette and a Froslass, he has a Mimikyu (although I think that's more of a Mika pokemon) and a Skelabra and I could see him with a Floette and/or a galar-rapidash but I also want him to have the doll pokemon. And for some reason he has a Magearna. I don't make the rules he just has a Magearna. Magearna is a Shu pokemon.
Outside of the leage he, as well, probably just does all the stuff he does as usual in normal enstars as well but now he has some pokemon weaseling around in his atellier and sometimes he makes new costumes for his Mimikyu so Mimikyu can match with him and Madonee :)
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Now last but certainly not last the light of my life Wataru the belomved mwah *I am yet again being removed from the stage*
I actually could not decide what type I want for him and I still can't really put my finger maybe the flying type but I'm not fully sure on that one so now I'm just gonna ramble a bit. I think Wataru would have all the pokemon you could bring to one of the contests. He has a Milotic and and Altaria and ik this is a leeetle silly maybe but I really want him to have a Lunala (because they would OWN the moon aesthetic SO hard) and I want him to have a Blacephalon and an Hisui Zorua maybe because it can shapeshift and I think they'd be a really nice team but no so far I have yet to manage to find a type Wataru can train. but tbh I'm quite content with what I have for him so far hehe
outside of the league he'd probs be a performer in the pokemon contests that got introduced in gen 3 or something of the sort
#I have teams for quite some characters#Koga would have all the dog pokemon#and Kaoru would be mostly a water type trainer but he'd def have an Alola-Raichu I will not take criticism on that ever#and Adonis coud get dragon type maybe#like Libelldra#or something of the sort#Tori has all the cutesie pokemon and for Yuzuru I have yet to find a proper team#Chiaki would be a fire type trainer and Shinobus partner would be a quajutsu#nagisa as a rock tyope trainer and he as an Anego somehow#and Ibara is a poison type trainer#I could write a whole essay on Eichis team#Mayoi gets all the creepy/cute ones like Lusardin or Bubungus or Paragoni#Tatsumi would be an ice trainer I think#at first I was thinking fighting type trainer Madara but now I want him to be the same as Rei in the way that he just#picks up injured or abandoned pokemon and somewhere in the process of nursing them back to top condition#they decide that madara is their Mama#Bonus points if Rei and Madara take care of then pokemon together#ooooo no wait that was a joke I actually really like that one now hold on wait#didn't expect to get Madarei domestic fluff out of this but here we are I supposen#not complaining this is a very sweet image#but yes I have soooo many things so say about this I could talk for hours probably#speaking of which I will conclude this now lest it get too long#Dinođ
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cherry cola â op81
genre: smut, humor, yearning, tiny bit of fluff, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, experienced!oscar, sub!reader (for a while!), dom!oscar (for a while!)
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After a painful break up, Oscar finds himself head-to-head with an enticing girl, filled with pure innocence. Also known as, his parents secret weapon, and his worst temptation.
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...f!receiving, fingering, brief mentions of masturbation, face riding, missionary sex, doggy style
inspired by this !
cherry here!... hellooo anons, long time, no see haha sorry for the lack of posts, but hopefully this makes up for it, somehow? formal apology for my last post too while we're at it. though this fic is inspired by cola by lana del rey, it will not have a sour ending like past fics (iykyk). missed u all, so here ya go! enjoy :)
There is an apprehensive sensation that towers over him as soon as she walks in; shy mannered, tall, and firm with a hint of hesitationâitâs something he adores about her, but also something that has him feeling jittery. Oftentimes, her lips are his most prized possession, enjoying the way they move. All except at this very moment.Â
Everyone notices his bitter, broken, and quiet mood despite always laying low. Heâs never been one to share his problems with others, and he most definitely was not going to start now. It should be the best moment of the seasonâhis first winâbut he doesnât have the joy to celebrate it with anyone.Â
Oscarâs brown eyes are low and dull; empty. Heâd be a damn liar if he said he didnât see any of this coming. If he didnât feel an ounce of guilt and misery. Should he have been more attentive, a better boyfriend, then he wouldnât be regretting his life choices. Dramatic, but true.Â
âHow are you spending your summer break? Are you and Lily traveling?â
The Australian tries to scoff at the innocent inquiry beaming from his teammate, but he settles with a wince, not being able to hide it. âShe, umâŚwe broke up, actually.â Heâs never been a religious individualâhas never even set foot inside a churchâbut for the first time in his life, he prayed no more questions would be asked.
Lando raises his thick brows, clearly surprised by the sudden confession. Sure, they were a private coupleâlikely the most in the entire paddockâbut he never saw this coming from Oscar and Lily. Though he only met her a couple of times, simply exchanging a kind greeting, he wouldâve bet his entire Rolex collection that the couple were smitten with one another. âAh, Iâm sorry, mate.â
The rude sound of his race suit being zipped up harshly makes the Brit flinch in the slightest. âDonât worry about it. Thatâs life, no?â
Costa Ricaâthey were supposed to go to Costa Rica. Instead, now, he sits alone on a flight back to his home country. Heâs ecstatic to be sleeping in his childhood room with outdated posters hung of all his favorite drivers, but the feeling lingers.Â
Sprawled like a koala, humid t-shirt pressed against his skin, he tosses and turns for an estimate of five whole minutes. He should be enjoying the beach, sipping on highly sweetened margaritas, getting the worst tan of his life, but heâs here. The hot summer air in Melbourne makes him spit out a string of dirty curses that would send his mum into a coma.Â
The brunette might as well be an only child since not a single one of his three sisters were here to keep him company, ditching him with his parents. He loved them, of course he did, but a full house was his ideal way to spend his break. His home gym isnât even enough to help him forget, even for a second.Â
âDinner is ready, honey,â Nicole announces, peeking carefully through the crack of the door. She grins widely. âThereâs even pavlovaâyour favorite.â
He forces a polite nod, shaggy hair dangling just above his eyes. âThank you. Iâll be out in a bit.â It actually takes a sum of thirty-minutes for him to jog down the stairs, a strong scent of apple expanding from his now washed hair. His dad hums as soon as he spots the McLaren driver.Â
âItâs rude to leave guests waiting, Oscar,â he warns with a deep voice.Â
The twenty-three year old assumes itâs a lame dad joke, perhaps, so runs along with it, taking a good look around the dining room. âWonât happen again. I showeredââ
âWhere would you like to place the dessert, Mrs. Piastri?â a soft voice echoes down the hallway as he turns at the unfamiliar tone. You halt, caught off guard by the new presence. âIâm sorry, I didnât know you would be here.âÂ
âIn my own home?â he finds himself squeaking involuntarily. The stern look that dances across his parents faces is enough for him to bite down on his tongue. He doesnât even know why he said any of thatâespecially to a stranger.Â
They introduce you two quickly, though youâre just as fast as to say that you obviously knew about his existence. Do you follow my races? You shake your head, glossy hair shining. âI work for your parents, soâŚI sort of know. Plus, your sisters always talk highly about you when youâre gone.â
He blinks. âYou work here?â Brown eyes flicker to his parents, confusion written all over. âWhat could she possibly do?â
âOscar,â Nicole scolds. âI thought you left all the unnecessary questions back in junior high.â
Chris slides a large hand over her smaller one, calming her down just a tad bit. The older man sighs. âYou know your mum, always looking for something new to doââ
âI wanted to grow a garden!â she squeals, delighted. âLike in all those magazines you get me for my birthdayâoh, so lovely, honey. Only I realized, I donât know anything about gardening.â
âAnd this lovely girl standing right here is a total natural. Her hands must be magic.â Oscar blushes hard at his dads choice of words. âSheâs helping us out for the time being. Until we get back.â
The Australian's mouth opens, then snaps back shut, swallowing. âGet back from where?â
âCosta Rica!â
He gapes. âYouâre using my tickets?â
Nicole winces. âCanât let them go to waste, honeyâŚâ
His father butts in. âHow is Lily by the way?â
The brunette groans, running his hands through his waves. âHow should I know? Come on, you guys canât be serious.â The tickets werenât the problem; the fact that they were leaving was. He spots you awkwardly placing the pastry down onto the table. âCan you give us a minute?âÂ
âYes, of course,â you quip, glad to have a reason to flee far enough away from the premises. You turn to the Piastriâs who smile fondly at your understanding. âIâll be out in the garden.â
As soon as you rush out, the twenty-three year old turns swiftly. âI guess Iâm leaving too.â
âDonât you dare, Oscar Jack Piastriââ He fumes. âWhy not? Youâre all going to be gone!â
âShe wonâtâyou are keeping her company.â Sheâs not asking; sheâs demanding. Staring back in shock, the McLaren driver avoids eye contact, fidgeting like a kid at their first day of school. His mum stands up, makes her way over, and pecks his soft cheek. âSheâs a sweet girl. She wonât be a botherâsheâs just down the hallway.â
Thatâs where Lily would always stay back when they first started their relationship; too afraid of making a bad impression on his parents. He found it adorable. He rolls his eyes and releases a heavy breath. âFine.â He stares out the glass window, focusing on where you patiently sit on the wooden bench, delicate hands pressing your dress down against your thighs. âFine...â
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The following morning, his parents wake him up at the crack of dawn, bidding goodbye. It comes as a total surprise, thinking he had a few more days left with them, but no. Heâs barely registering any of it before they whisper inaudible nonsense and scurry out of his bedroom.Â
After some debating, he changes and decides to go on a quick run. The sight of Ms. Alleck watering her burnt grass makes him smile as he sets off. It would have been easier to not get as tired if it were a slight bit chilly, but itâs blazing hot. He cuts it short, dashing back home and immediately serving himself a glass of cold water.Â
âYouâre up early.â
The brown eyed boy jumps in sudden surprise. Standing in a pastel yellow sleeping gown, you grin brightly. Long lashes lay flat, nose pinching rosy pink, and breath minty. âYeah, my folks sort of woke me up. Couldnât fall back asleep.â
âOh.â You pout. âThey left already?â
âYou knew?â
âYup. They mentioned it last night before bed.â A beat. âI hope me staying here isnât making you uncomfortableâŚitâs just that they offered, andââ
âItâs not.â Lie. âMake yourself at home.â
Not much is seen or heard from him for the majority of the day; occasional glaces coming here and there. They put you in an uncomfortable spot yesterdayâyou had been working on the garden for a year now, damn itâbut their son's demeanor took you by surprise. The pictures and stories were something you relied on as the only source of getting to know him: polite, tall, and swankyâboyish.
That was so far from the truth. Oscar Piastri has grown into his body; almost appearing to be a handsome giant. Despite his warm face, his attitude is a bit snarky. He has no problem in saying whatâs on his mind. And he is most definitely not a boy.Â
Heâs a man.
âWhat do you say?âÂ
âSorry?âÂ
He chuckles, Adam's Apple dancing up and down. âWould you like to join me for dinner?â
It wasn't his intention to try and get close to youânot purposefully, at leastâbut he thought; why not? Who knows when his parents are coming back, when his sisters would, and he wanted to prove to you that he wasnât some snotty guy. Summer is summer, after all. A friend to spend it with sounds quite nice.
Pursing your red lips, you nod, setting your book aside. The dinner table is already set up. Chicken and rice. Thatâs it. Given, it looks and smells amazing, but plain. You quirk a brow. âArenât you supposed to eat your greens? To drive quicker?â He burns up at you teasing tone.
âI didnât want to risk burning the house down. Weâre lucky I was able to get even this done.â
âVery well.â The refrigerator opens, colorful veggies staring back at him. You grin, slow and easy. âIâll take care of it. Itâs only fair, roomie.â
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Oscar left home a few years ago, migrating to the United Kingdom for work, so it had been a while since he had stepped foot in his backyard. He faintly remembers his pirate treehouse, his sistersâ Barbieâs cluttered inside. It was a bone-chilling sight for baby Oscar back then, but now, the paint is chipping off, the wood looks a lot weaker. Itâs a nostalgic feeling.
The new additions are stunning. A bunch of healthy flowers beam back at him and he swallows when he realizes he canât name a single one. Waxflowers, Calamint, Dahlias, Peonies, Carnations, California Poppies. One by one, he admires with an open mouth. âTheyâre beautiful.â He turns to you with a proud smile. âYouâve done an excellent job.â
Pink feathers onto your already blushed cheeks, biting back a cheesy grin. You had decided to eat out on the bench, choosing to enjoy the now fresh air. Still humid, but less than before. The scent of coconut sunscreen makes his whiff constantly. âSoâŚCosta Rica?â
He winces. It was too soon to talk about the situation, but something in your calm voice makes it easier to spit it out even though you probably already heard from his parents. All of a sudden, your savory carrots taste like complete shit. âTâwas supposed to go with my girlfâmy ex. My ex-girlfriend.âÂ
You pout, sorrowfully. âOh, Iâm sorry, Oscar. I didnât mean toâŚI had no clue.â And itâs genuine. Guess his parents werenât complete traitors.Â
âTell meâhow long have you been working on fixing the garden?â
âSince last summer,â you hum, chewing down on a piece of grilled chicken. âThis is the first time I have actually stayed here, though. Your parents are sweet. As soon as they heard that you were coming back home, they insisted I kept you company.â
Sharp jaw clenches and he scoffs. You simply blink back innocently. Then, he notices it. The way it reflects against the yellow ray of the now setting sun. He knows what it is, so he doesnât ask. Too busy staring off into the distance, you place your plate down. âLet me show you a few other things Iâve been working on.â
Thereâs row and row, further into the open area; every twist and turn makes his brows raise up higher, impressed by the noticeable updates. Coming to a halt, he spins his head around, brown locks hitting his temples. âSince when do we have a cherry tree?â
You beam, orbs shining with excitement. âSince last summer!â you repeat, cheerfully. You pick one, handing it for him to try. An embarrassing moan erupts once the sweet nectar slides down his throat. âGood?â
âBloody amazing.â Every compliment makes you squeal with delight. âMy mum is actually allergic to cherries, so howâŚâ
âShe was actually the one who brought it up. Said she knew how much I loved them, and that I deserved a little something for flourishing her garden. I couldnât deny the chance to do so.â You bite down on your lip, sheepishly. âThey are my favorite.â
Reaching for one makes him look away as soon as your dress rises up, soft legs poking through. Bare feet press against the wet grass as you tippy toe. He mustered a fake cough, but as soon as you bite down onto the bloody fruit, he clicks into a trance.Â
Plump lips; thick and juicy. Long lashes fluttering shut against your glossy cheeks. That could have been because of the summer heat, but it affected him just the same. The familiar sensation of attraction rushes to his cock as he stands stifflyâbut also loosely. He was loose. So fucking loose.
Something hits his cheekbones and it rips him away from his drooling. A singular seed now lays by his feet; indicating what you had done. A crinkled, wobbly smile shines back at him, hands nervously flattening your dress back down. The Australian jokingly lunges towards you as you squeal, backing away.Â
âYou were disintegrating! I had to get your attention one way or another!â
Oh, you definitely got his attention. Giving you one final scowl, he stops his steps. âEverythingâall of itâitâs great. Thank you.â The wind picks up and you shiver. â...for doing this for my parents.â
Neat hair flies against the breeze, covering your eyes for a minute. Pushing it aside, you scrunch your nose faintly. âAnytime.â
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Technically, what youâre getting paid for was to watch over the beloved yard; thatâs all. But you offer to do more. Mow the lawn? Paint the chipped wall? Wash the windows?
âGod no, darling,â Oscarâs mum laughs through the end of the line. âYou are doing enough already. Please. Relax.â
But you canât. Nibbling on your thumb, you brush the counter, strolling past countless family portraits. A smile slips when you spot a toothless Oscar. âI insist.â
So, here you are; decluttering the attic. After a bit of bickering with Nicole, she eventually gives in and asks for a favor. Clean and tidy the small room. Easy peasy.Â
âOuch,â you hiss when a nail digs through your skin, gore immediately pouring out of you like a waterfall; you squeak. Just then, a certain brunette peeks their head through the entrance.
âOh good, itâs you. I thought we had an intruder.â
Raising a skeptical brow at him and the thin duvet, you quickly take it from him, pressing it down to ease the bleeding. âHoly crap, are you okay?â In one motion, he steps closer to you, analyzing the injury with worried eyes. You groan.
âItâs only a little cut. No biggie.â But the way your face is slowly losing color lets him know that your words aren't true. Brown eyes flicker, searching for a spot to sit, but everything about this is crowded. You were just about to start tidying; the mess was still there. Crouching onto a tiny stool, he takes a seat, somehow still towering over you. Or at least that's what it felt like, because suddenly, you felt suffocated.Â
His long legs are spread as you stand between them, hand out towards him as he winces at the brutal cut. âAhâthatâs pretty deep.â He gags when he notices the underneath flesh. You suppress a giggle. âWe should go to the ER.âÂ
You scoff, ripping away from his grip, tripping over a box. Regaining your balance, you drape the cloth over your hand once again. âThat wonât be necessary. Iâll be right back.â
After rinsing your hand with alcohol, covering the wound with the largest bandaid to ever exist, and balling your eyes out, you make your way back up. The Australian is drenched in sweat, huffing and puffing. âGot it,â he pants. Confused, you tilt your head to the side, but thatâs when you pick out the nail in the palm of his hand. You blink, too bewildered to make sense of how he retrieved it without the help of a hammer. âI also found lots of old trophies. Extremely bittersweet.â
âWhyâs that?â you hum, kneeling down next to him, reading through the labels. Each makes you more and more dazzled.Â
A minute passes by. âBecause I grew up.â
âThatâsâŚsad.â Shrugging, he digs for more. He laughs loudly, throwing his head back. âDear GâI forgot this even existed!â
Oscarâs 81 Things To-Do During the Summer [List]
Learn how to bike.
Learn the Australian National Anthem (Sophie will be beautifully impressed)
Get better at being more outgoing (Mum is worried)
So on and so forth. âYou were an extremely creative lad. Eighty-one things to doâŚeh.â A tongue click. âPossibly buy a pet dragon?â
He cringes. âNot all were realistic. I actually never really got around to it. Mainly added, if anything.âÂ
Crimson red flashes. âI, um, I could tell.â
69. Oscar Piastri, you know what I mean.
The brunette chokes on his saliva, yanking it away as fast as he can. Standing up to his full height, he rolls up the piece of paper and points towards the exit. âI think I should, umâŚyeah. See ya.â
âYeah.â He dashes off. âSee youâŚâ
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Eighteen-year old Oscar was a horny bastard. But every guy that age is, so itâs not really fair to feel bad about his list. The writing is obviously his, but the things jotted down made him almost feel like it wasnât. Blowjobs? Hand jobs? What was he thinking?
And then, there was youâa curious cat. He had to be a virgin; he just had to. Why else would he be embarrassed? You werenât one to judge, though. You knew nothing about the sexual world, having never partaken. The thin band wrapped around your ring finger is enough proof.Â
And noâyou werenât married.
It would have been absolutely diabolical to mention sex in your household growing up. Being Roman Catholics is no joke, believing religiously to wait until marriage. You never had a problem with that; you would wait. Doesnât mean you didnât know what any of the common terms meant. Sort of.Â
Only nowâfor the first time in your lifeâthere it was.
Temptation.
The McLaren driver was no newbie. He has had his fair share of experiences; before Lily, with Lily. He knew just about anything and everything. His good-boy act was no facade. At times he didnât like that about himself, but itâs who he was. Obeyed the rules. Never crossed the line with anyone he wasnât romantically linked to. And yetâŚ
There you were.
The flowers were perfect; only needing to be watered. The cherry tree was much moreâŚcomplicated. The chances of animals recklessly hunting for the sweet fruit was high, the chances of the red drupes rotting also was. Therefore, you spent most of your time there.Â
Maybe you were avoiding him; you told yourself you were already horrified at the dirty thoughts taking over like the plague. And perhaps he was doing the same; he had only been locked in his room for the past three hours.Â
Golden hour. With your hands on your hips, you squint, admire the polished drupes, tickling with water. Walking back to the bench, you lay down, picking up on your reading, occasionally taking sips from your Cherry Cola.Â
Pacing the small bedroom, Oscar mutters to himself. Maybe she didnât read all of it. Maybe she doesn't know what it means. Yeahâhe was exaggerating. Clicking his window open, he gasped for needed air. As soon as he spots you reading, he grunts.Â
White skirt brushes down your smooth legs, challenging the sun to see who shines the brightest. Lips wrap around the glass bottle, puckering in the slightest. And he wonders; would you taste as sweet as the cool beverage?
Heâs a grown man; an adult. Thereâs no need to be uncomfortable. Sex was a part of everyone's day to day life. He was the one making it a bigger deal than it actually was. Still, he slips on a pair of sunglasses, perched perfectly onto the bridge of his nose.Â
âIs it any good?â
His voice makes you flinch, dropping the book flat on your face. A tiny groan rings through the air. Flashing him a weak smile, you sit up straight, fixing your clothes. âWant one? Thereâs plenty in the fridge.â
He had noticed, of course he had. Never in a million years did he think he'd see his refrigerator stocked up with the sweet drink. He never cared enough to ask who they belonged to; figured they would just expire.
Wavy hair swings back and forth when he shakes his head. âGotta keep in shape.â I see, you murmur, loopy eyes peeking over at him, taking another gulp. The sizzling feeling is utterly childish compared to what heâs making you feel. The burning sensation between your legs is annoying and painful, you almost want to plead for help. âI meant the book, by the way.â
âNo!â You laugh, nervously. âI meanâŚitâs alright?â
After he stormed off and left you a breathless puddle, you biked and bikedâuntil you hit the local bookstore. You werenât looking for anything in particular, simply browsing, but as soon as you reached the section of Erotic Literature, you stopped.Â
So manyâmanyâwrong choices. Still, humiliated, you paid and fiercely ran out. Maybe this was some sort of punishment for reading what youâre reading; had to be. And Oscar asking questions wasnât helping. Licking your berry lips, you swallow a thick layer. âWhat have you been up to?â
Fuck, he moans, large hand sliding up and down his cock; more and more pleasure intensifying. Your tiny dresses. Your short skirts. Your angelic face. The way your lips would separate before every sentence. Your sweet scent that would have normally given him a headache, but instead made him chase after you like a dog.Â
Finishing all over his thighs, he shudders. White liquid never looked more sinister than at this very moment. After changing, he paces the room with regret.Â
Pushing the frames further into his face, he hums. âOh, you know. Just⌠cleaning up my room.â
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Itâs been a week in a half now and youâre happy to announce that you have fallen into a routine. While Oscar did his daily workout, you would make breakfast. While you worked on the garden, he cooked dinner. Though, he was unbeknownst over the way you would drool over him when he would walk out the door; a compressed shirt hugging his built body tightly, arms begging to be kissed. You were unaware of the way he would rub his face in desperation when you walked out, banging his head purposefully against the cabinet; the way you would skip out with your book and infamous drink, or how you would prettily tie up your hair before you even got started.
It was a mess.
A mocking mess.
This afternoon though, you arenât flying out the door to the yard, but rather frolicking over to Ms. Alleck, ready to assist. I try my best, but they always wilt! Could it be the humidity? Laughing, you toss your hair up into a bun, messy strands poking out as you cock your head to the side. âCould be, but donât you worry. Weâll find a way to make it work. Promise.â
He had always known you were kind, gentle, soft spokenâŚpure. And you doing this only added to his attraction. Itâs salad, spaghetti, and salmon that afternoon. Sweaty, you pant. Iâm going to squeeze in a shower real quick. But you werenât sweaty, like you believe; you were glistening.Â
âThis is so cute,â you chirp, sitting cross cross in the old treehouse. A few spider webs make your blood run cold, but he quickly took care of it, apologizing. The brunette blushes.Â
âI wanted to use it one last time. Before we get rid of it.â Neat brows furrow. âItâs just that itâs oldâonly a matter of time before it plunges down.â âWhat?âÂ
âO-obviously not now!â
After a bit more convincing, you finally relax and enjoy the way the crickets sing against the night. Small feet press against the wall, white tube socks turning slightly brown from the lack of sweeping. For a moment, he shuts his lids, breaths shallow, body loose. The high temperature almost made him feel as if he was cuddling into the warmest blanket; it felt nice.Â
Whoops, you mumble when hollow glass pounds against the wooden floor. He perks up at the sound, brown eyes burning with high alert. âYou do shit on purpose?â he screeches when he detects scarlet blood. Wincing in pain, you curl your hand towards the hem of your dress.Â
âHelp me,â you plead, slight annoyance written all over your face. He mustâve broken the world record of running into the house to retreat the first aid kit, and running right back to you. The way he sanitizes the skin, to the way he wraps your hand with a gauze pad, is honestly hilarious.
âWhat so funny?â he murmurs, attention never leaving the wound.Â
âMmm. Nothing.â He snickers and you giggle harder. âIt just seems as if Iâm making you a professional. You ought to be ready if anyone else needs your help to treat injuries.â
âOh, of course. Iâll tell them a certain klutz made me learn from day to night with all her clumsiness.â His voice drops, laced with concern. âSeriously thoughâyou were just healing. You have to be careful.â
Plump lips part with the sound of his delicate voice, accent almost disappearing. Wandering eyes admire the way his brows are knitted together and orbs soften. Swallowing, you nod. âI will.â
âGood.â
The once vibrant room is now hazy and suffocating. Does he not know what kind of effect he has on you? The type of power he holds? Oscar doesnât seem to, though, with the way he chugs down his entire glass of water. Stuck in a trance, your hand briskly reaches out for your own drink. He roars with laughter, clutching his stomach. âYou just broke your bottle, you donât have a drink anymore.â He picked up the Cherry Cola you had offered, but he had declined. âTake mine.â
You donât put up a fight, simply allow him to open and give it to you. The sweet drink doesnât do a great job at hydrating your foaming mouth, but it helps as a distraction. On the other hand, the brunette canât seem to not watch the ways your lips suck in and out, eagerly. As if this were the only source of air. He shudders.Â
âWe should probably head downâŚâ
Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you comply, already standing up. From the floor, he has a good view of your legs; long, soft, sweetly scented. He wonders if you use honey as lotion because that would explain his urge to nuzzle his face against them. Picking up the broken glass and plates, you turn back. âComing?â
A sigh rings through the air once, and suddenlyâheâs cradling your face with high intensity and lust, molding his lips against yours. Tomato sauce stains his shirt and your dress from the plates that still remain between you two. One second, you're wide eyed, and then the next, you're allowing yourself to kiss him back.Â
You want to cry with how pleasant the feeling feels and he wants to scream with how much he wants to fuck you. But alas, one of you pulls away firstâyou canât really tell whoâ and youâre both left gasping for air. Completely winded and fucked.
You both are fucked.
-
The treehouse comes crashing down the day after your first kiss. Yes, first kiss. You would like to blame him and say that he stole it from you, but the arousal that was dripping between your thighs last night was a clear indication that you could never actually say so because you liked it so much.Â
The wooden house tearing down is something you take as a sign; youâve sinned. Okay, maybe that was a bit too dramatic, but you were honestly thinking about it. That night you dreamt of the wildest things imaginable; his pretty face in between your legs, large hands squeezing your perky breasts, fingers swirling inside your velvety walls, cock tearing you in half.
It was unacceptable.Â
So, while Oscar worked on picking up the tiles with a hometown buddy, you marched right over to beg for forgiveness. Kneeling down against the cushion, you say a silent prayer.Â
I donât want to think like thisânot when I know I can help it, but God this is getting way too out of hand. And you know Iâm not like this, you know that! But he justâAGH. Maybe itâs his personality that makes him so attractive, or maybe itâs his sudden growth spurt, but please let me get a hold of myself. Heâs just a friend, heâs just a friendâHEâS JUST A FRIEND.Â
âWould you mind keeping your words to yourself, sweetheart?â an older lady whispers, two rows ahead of you.Â
Pink feathers onto your cheeks. âOh, yes, of course! Iâm so sorryâŚâ
I donât ever ask for much, no, thatâs never been necessary, but I am now. So please. Hear me when I say: Push this desire I have, far, far, far away.
-
If you were to say, there was a ninety percent chance that you would walk away. Not even spare him a passing glance. He would call you out on it later, but whateverâtoo late. Ignored you, you say? No, really I did? I had no idea, Iâll make sure to not let it happen again!
If Oscar were to say, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that he would let you walk away. He didnât need your company; he was doing just fine. But then again, that one percent tugs at him like the devil on his shoulder.
âHey. Youâre back.â Cool. Calm. Collected.
âOh! I suppose I am.â Cool. Utter. Mess.
He grins, eyes crinkling like the leaves that hang upon the crimson tree. Signaling up, he cocks his head in deep thought. âJust finished. Cole said his uncle could shredâŚâ A pause. âHe owns a massive wood chipper.âÂ
Blinking like a deer in headlights, you chew on your bottom lip, simply nodding along. âSounds good? I think. No. Yes. Very good.â You wince at all the uncontrolled mumbo-jumbo. âIâm sorry I was no help, too. I had toâŚtalk to the man up above.â
âEh, donât worry about it. That must be why your pretty little knees are bruised.âÂ
Your breath comes to a harsh halt, ears burning like a wildfire. The Australian just keeps his brown eyes set on the tree for a second longer before turning to face you. Quickly, you relax your muscles. âYou could make up for it by helping me with something else.â
You gulp. Suddenly, your mouth is overflowing with hot saliva. âWith what?â
Dark orbs glue onto your delicate figure, a slight smirk playing out. And it looks so unfamiliar, not his own, that you create a distance. And just like that, itâs gone. Vanished just as fast as it slipped onto his pink lips. âGet on.â He crouches down and your jaw drops.
âWhaâlike onto your shoulders?â Rolling his eyes in a goofy manner, he nods, picks you up safely, and places you on top. You screech, dizzy by the sudden altitude. âPut me down!â
âYouâre fine. Just help me reach those. Been craving them all day,â he murmurs, voice raspy. The twenty-three year old is still slightly sweaty from his hard labor, and thatâs clear when you cling onto his brown locks. Other than that, youâre as high as a kite; both figuratively and literally.Â
Youâve knownâseenâhow tall and broad the Australian was, but being perched onto his wide shoulders was a sweet confirmation you couldnât help but enjoy. âMove a bit forward.â He follows instructions, wide hands gripping onto your thighs to keep you steady. You giggle when a few fruits hit your face. âWatch itâand donât you dare drop me.â
âGet,â he commands.
About three minutes pass by. You rip the cherries carefully, candy aroma filling the air, and plop them onto the basket. By all accounts, youâre well aware of your actions. The basket was full, now overflowing, really, and you could plant your ballet flats back onto the tall grassâbut you donât.
Thereâs something about feeling his touch; high electricity, shock waves nipping at your skin, soft pants. Itâs pathetic how much you crave any ounce of physical touch heâs willing to give you, unknowingly.
âThat should be good,â you whisper, meekly. He doesnât respond, just swings you down as you let out a yelp. All of a sudden, youâre magically magnetic. And he wonders; if only. You hand the basket over, waiting nervously for him to thank you, at least.Â
âThank you,â he feels himself saying. âWhat do you say we play a little game? No prize. Only bragging rights.â
âO-okay.â
A singular cherry is handed over. He grins. Can you tie a knot using your tongue? âWaitâare you being serious?â
The red fruit dissolves inside his mouth, spitting the seed somewhere far enough away. Then, the stem flips into his mouth. âCome on. Iâll give you a head start.â
With wary hands, you rip the stem away from your own drupe, fitting the thin stick into your suddenly dry mouth. He stares intently, clenching his jaw, âGo on. Ten seconds.â Quickly, your lips start to move, twisting and turning. Pouting, then sucking back in. Your low breaths become heavy after a few tries. You think youâre getting it done right, the sudden ball forming is enough for you to guess that you must be doing something correct.Â
The sound of his low mewls is what ends you. Doe eyes flicker up to face him, paying close attention to how his brown eyes wander up at the sky in concentration, occasionally squinting due to the bright sun. You can feel a thin layer of sweat hug you like a blanket as your movements slow down; a snail's pace compared to before.
For good measure, you fake your twists as you continue to simply admire. Too far gone, you blink hastily when he sticks his pink tongue out towards you, a stinking knot sitting nicely atop.
âI won.â
Gulp. âYou sure did. Good job, Oscar.â
Long lashes flutter shut momentarily, head tossed back, sighing. âIt wasnât a fair fight. You werenât doing anything. Other than staring at my lips.â
Flustered, you dig your hand into the bucket. âThatâs not true! At all. At all, at all.â You munch harder, splitting a seed in half. You spit it out sourly. âYou're just better at using your mouth than I am.â
It goes straight to his cock, your words. Opening his eyes, the brunette scrunches his nose. Youâre avoiding his gaze. Youâre good at doing that. A pro. But it leaves him to wonder some more. And that itself was dangerous when it dawned on him.Â
He doesnât like daydreaming anymore.
âFuck it,â he grunts, kissing you harshly, like the night before. And you thought that blew your mind, but this? This left you gasping and reaching out for him even though he was pressed right against you. You could feel him buzzing, pinching your hips against his large hands. Itâs perfect.
You donât really understand how you end up straddling him on the grass, green straining your knees as you grind harder onto him, forcing your skin to burn with each stroke. Thisâthisâmust be as good as it gets. There canât be more, but you werenât complaining. It was enough.Â
When his fingers dance underneath your dress, you halt, and everything comes crashing down. âNo,â you pant. âI canât. Iâm sorry. I really am.â
âWhy is that, baby?â he mumbles, lost on sucking the side of your neck. Looking up, his straight brows drew in together with concern. âWhat is it?â
âItâs just thatâŚIâmââ Why is it so hard to admit? Brushing a strand of hair away, you purse your lips. âIâm a virgin, Oscar. Itâs odd, I know, but I canât sleep with you.â
âYou think I didnât know that?â
You freeze. âWhat?â
His thumbs circle your thighs, gently, swooning with how soft you feel. âI figured you were. Your purity ring sort of gave it away.â You blush hard, rolling off of him, playing with the thin band.Â
âI wish I could do thisâGod, I really want toâbut I canât.â
Respecting your decision, he pats your hand with reassurance. The hot feeling remained between your legs and the pain between his. This was torture, you both know that, but what was there to do? Itâs awkward for a while, that is, until he starts asking you about things that shouldnât make you glow with happiness.
How was your day? I want to hear all about it. Do you think itâs bad to eat an entire bucket of drupes? Must be, right? In the long run? Hey, would you mind teaching me how to garden? You make it look intriguing.Â
That seems to do it for you. Everything you ever promised flies out the window as you climb back onto his thick lap, and this time, heâs surprised by your actions. Clumsy fingers try their best to unzip his pants, but he only stutters against your kisses. N-no, we donât have to rush anything. I, you, weâ
âShit, o-okay,â he sighs when you finally touch him, even in the slightest. He may be touch deprived, but so were you, so how far would any of this go? Flipping you over to lay against the tall grass, he winks teasingly and that effectively makes your heartbeat quicken. âRelax, sweetheart. Do that for me, yeah? Can you?â
âYes. Yes. Yes.âÂ
The McLaren drivers press a kiss on the inside of your thighs before licking them. You shiver, though try your best to even your breaths. You shut your eyes, maybe if you act hard enough, you could somehow convince yourself that this wasnât a war itself. To see how long youâd last. Noâyou would last. You had to.
âIâve thought about it.â He slips your panties down, inch by inch. âA lot, as of lately. If you would taste just as sweet as I imagined. As sweet as those Cherry Colaâs you're overly obsessed with.â And he dives in, licking your arousal clean as you pant, chest heaving up and down like an erupting volcano.Â
What were you supposed to feelârelaxed? In a frenzy? Most likely the latter because considering the way he was making your head spin said it all. The sounds heâs making forces you to involuntarily shut your legs around his face and his hand that now lies between you two. The stretch is a burning sensation that leaves you both gasping and moaning; itâs too much, but not enough.
More. Grinning up from in between your legs, he shakes his head full of curls, all thanks to the Aussie weather, and your dirty foreplay. âDoes it feel good?â You whimper. âGoodâgood, baby. Thatâs all Iâve ever wanted.â Velvet walls clench around his long digits. âHey, hey, look at me.â
Once your soft orbs connect to his intoxicating ones, his cock grows harder. âOkay, listen, itâs going to hurt a little bit, okay? But thatâs completely normal; itâs like aâŚa stingy feeling. Do you understand?â I do, you pant. He grits his teeth when his calloused fingers brush against your g-spot and your head lolls back, exposing your sharp clavicle. He itches to mark you all over. âDo you want it, then?â
A zing. âFuck, Oscar. I fucking want you.â
The brown eyed boy is all over you, kissing you up and down, gripping you tighter. It was an addiction in its truest form. For a split second, you frown when he slips out of you, but as soon as he starts unzipping his pants, you feverishly lick your lips.Â
It dawns on you that you arenât scared, nervous, or anything; youâre bubbling with excitement. You watch carefully as he jerks himself off a bit, his already large girth growing bigger. How is that possible? âIâll start with the tip.â Leaning down, he pecks your pouty lips and you smile. âLet me know if itâs too much, weâll stop and take a break. Or do anything, really,â he adds, cheekbones flushing red.Â
âIâll be okay,â you whisper. âI swear.â
You were being skinned alive, it was excruciating pain. You know he notices it when he starts brushing your hips, hoping to comfort you in some sort of way. Heavy breaths, numb lips from biting too hard, exposed breasts arching straight for him. He didnât know whether to enjoy this or worry.Â
âBreathe, darling, breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. There you go,â he congratulates, admiring your shaky breath. âYouâre doing so good.â
âOsc, moveâŚplease.â
There was no more confirmation necessary that you were ready to go. His hips find motion, thrusting into you slowly. Nails scratch down his back as you moan loudly, almost yelping. âY-youâre so big.â So, so, so, so big. Â âSo good.â
Nearly animalistic, he releases a grunt, pounding deeper into you, getting lost with the way you hug him tightly. You mewl, pressing your naked chest against his, and he nearly slips from his hands being set on top of the cold grass, but it was beautiful torture, all at once.Â
From the way you tremble, to the way you look up at him, he loves it all. He realized it been too long, heâs missed this, heâs missed having a body undeaneath his, as fucked up as that sounds.Â
And heâhe must be a saint, himself. Thereâs a sort of invisible halo that lightens up around him, nearly blinding you. Thereâs a gut-wrenching stare heâs gifting you, making your stomach churn with pleasure.Â
Wrapping his mouth around your sore buds, you let out a shaky sigh. Skillful tongue swirls the way one would suck on a lollipop; the heat intensifies. âClose?â But youâre not sure, you just know it feels goodâridiculously good. He must have known so, and must want to make your first experience the best youâll ever have, because suddenly, youâre on all fours.Â
As he slips in and out with such ease, you grip harshly at the tall grass. You can hear the sad rips with every thrust and every tug, but how can you feel bad when he feels so good? His cock rapidly brushes the magic spot, and youâre left seeing stars. âOh God. I feel it, Oscar, fuck, fuck, fuckââ
âTell me. Describe it.â
Your jaw locks, and your arms give up, flying down towards the grass, round ass high up in the air as he continues his movements. He groans at the sight, slapping your sweaty skin. Whining, you look back at him, grinning from ear to ear. The Australian looks up at the open sky, trying his best to push back the feeling of his upcoming orgasm, but it's hard to ignore the fact that an absolute angel takes him like no other.
And an Angel you were.
âCan feel your cock, Oscar. The way it pulsesâso thick, so veiny, so sweet.â
An Angel with a vocabulary of Heathen.
âGod, fuck me harder, please, Oscar, please.â Heâs pretty sure youâre half-gone, half-present, but it only adds to the lust he carries for you. Just then, you feel the fresh cherry pressed up against your lips. Open, he demands and you follow straight away, ripping it from its stem. You nearly choke on the seed when he suddenly speeds up, limbs and arms burning from holding upright. For a moment, you stare back with an open mouth, admiring over the way his abs contract with every brutal push.
âNow spit.â Two seeds fly out towards the grass, laying there to taunt you as you pick up on your moans, ringing through the air. If you squint hard enough, you can spot the stars that mock the daylight sky. It doesnât make sense, but then again, none of this does. âSo pretty, sweetheart.â You swoon, feeling his arms hold you down. âAgainâopen.â
Youâre expecting another set of cherries, thinking this might be some sort of prize, but as soon as you feel the familiar stick, you pout. No, you cry out. He chuckles. âYes.â A pause. âYou only get to come until you tie a knot.â
âYouâre not being f-fair, holy shit.â Long fingers rub slowly against your puffy clit, throbbing with pain, begging to come all of his numbing girth. You clench your jaw, eyes screwed shut.
âWe donât have all night, go on. Move that pretty little mouth of yours.â
Itâs a mission, itâs a task, itâs a fucking wreck. Itâs impossible. Youâre not that surprised, though, not when he thrusts into with twice as much force, triple speed; what a man. Loose tongue swirls at a weak attempt, but then he pinches your swollen bud, and youâre back to square one. Youâre nearly there, excited to prove to him how much you wanted this and how you were able to multitask, but then heâs pulling all the way back, only his rosy tip awaiting by your entrance, and heâs coming back down, full-throttle.Â
It was cruel.
But two can play that game, you suppose.
You pull away quickly, he blinks, and then youâre pushing him back, sprawled on the grass. He nearly whines from missing your warm cunt, but as soon as you climb to sit on his face, he grows more and more turned on. âGo on,â you push. âUse that pretty little tongue of yours.â
Dark eyes stare up at you, enjoying the way your body moves, hips rolling, riding his face at an impressive rate. The white nectar you're willing to spill out makes him lap at an embarrassing speed, desperate to taste the sweetness.Â
Meanwhile, youâre gripping his hair, trying to feign indifference with the way his nose rubs against your lips, the way he keeps you in place with his watch covered hand, the other playing with your clit. Itâs even, this is fair, but you still needed to reach your end.Â
âIâm close,â you moan, head rolling back, but jaw continuing to tick. He hums and the vibrations cause you to squeeze your legs around his face. That seems to make him enjoy this far more. Unless you show me youâve done it, then no, youâre not coming anytime soon. Your molars grind harder, white spots forming throughout your vision. âShut up, justâfucking stop talking.â
âWhat do yâknow? Miss Perfection has a potty mouth.â He pokes his tongue against your hole. âDirty girl, eh?â
With one final suck, and one soft moan, you cum all over him. The Australian is quick to lick you clean, groaning pathetically deep. Gasping, you fall from your climax, slightly twitching with sensibility as he hauls you onto his lap. You giggle when he raises a teasing brow.Â
âYou got away with itâthis time.â
âThereâs going to be a second time?â
He stiffens, trying to play it cool. âWell, not anymore, you didnât do what I asked for you to doââ
Opening your mouth, you stick your red tongue out, displaying the most perfect knot. He gapes, sticking his fingers in to retrieve it. âH-how?â A beat, sharp and accusing eyes. âSeriously, how?â
âDoes it matter?â you ask, wide eyes back on for show. âI did it.â
âIâŚyeah, yeah you did,â he repeats in disbelief. He laughs. âYouâre wickedly talented. That's an art.â
âThanks,â you mumble, slowly, mixed with a giggle. âI tried my best for you.â
âI see that.â The brown eyed boy pinches your hip. âHow was it?â
Sighing dreamily, as if napping on a cloud, your eyes twinkle. âI get it now. Why people have casual sex, I mean. It was amazing. Thank you.â
Casual, casual, casual, yes. Of course this was casual, why wouldnât it be casual? Heâs not looking to have anyone new in his life, and youâre barely understanding what any of this is, so yeah. Casual.Â
âWas I bad?â you ponder, chewing on your bottom lip. âI know Iâm no professional, but Iââ
âYou were perfect,â he reassures with a soft smile. âBest thing to come around, solemnly swear.â Swatting his arm, he snickers, catching your hand. You purse your lips. âI was right,â he murmurs when his lips graze over your own. You open your mouth, waiting for more.
âAbout?â
âYou tasting as sweet as a Cherry Cola.â Then he connects your lips, and youâre left utterly smitten. You can hardly feel him slip your ring off, but you know so when your finger feels empty since the moment you first put it on. âGuess you wonât be needing this anymore?â
âGuess not, no. Keep it.â
âCould take it to a Pawn Shop, sell it for a couple dollarsâŚâ
âHey! Be nice, you dimwit,â you warn. âYou should feel special. Stupidly special.â
âIâm kidding. Iâll cherish it.â
âCreep.â
He groans, slapping your ass as you squeal. âThereâs no right or wrong answer, it seems like. Very well, let's just leave it at thanks. SoâŚthank you for trusting me.â You blush, looking away. Awkwardly, you reach for your dress, slipping it over your head. He coughs, dressing himself before choking back a much needed chuckle. âLooks like we got dragged through the mud.â
âAh, ew, I canât. I need to shower.âÂ
Reaching your end of the hallway, you press your back up against the wooden door as you sheepishly giggle when Oscar does the same. âOkay thenâŚsee you around?âÂ
âAround town?â
âAround the house.â
âIn the garden?â
âIn the attic, too, maybe. It still needs a good sweep.â
He rolls his eyes. âDo we still have time?â
âBefore your parents get back from Costa Rica?â
âYes.â
âWhich is inââ
âA week.â
âWhich isââ
âSeven days.â
âAnd roughlyâŚâ
âEnough time.â
âEnough time to do what?â
He laughs, eyes crinkling suggestively, and your heart pounds hard against your ribcage. âCome here and Iâll show you.â
âYeah,â you ponder in deep thought before your lips stretch out into a bright smile of your own. He raises dark brows as you scurry over with bruised knees, a muddy dress, and an exploding heart. âYeah, okay. Just until they get back.â
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pairing: softdom!chrisbang x virginfem!reader
âsummary: A rich hot older man, a slightly horny young woman, together in a hot summer in his house near the coastal zone. When you meet Chris, your step-aunt's new boyfriend, your world changes completely, and after a night of liquor and cigarettes, there's no going back to satisfy all your fantasies, you don't even care you're inexperienced.
⧠genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, cheating, implied legal age gap, daddy kink, use of petnames, masturbation, corruption kink, fingering, clit play, oral sex, deepthroat, faceriding, cunnilingus, cumplay, chocking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, mention of chris as a smoker.
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a/n: lana del rey literally invented the 4th of july, sheâs so iconic, so proud of my CUNTry led by my president miss grantđŤĄâ¤ď¸
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The bright sunshine, the light sweat pouring from your forehead despite being inside your father's cool car made you feel young again, something in the air was so innocent and sweet that bright summer. Especially when he insisted you spend the summer with his wife's family, as if you were a little girl, you agreed, you had a very tedious and frustrating semester in college that you needed a distraction, plus a huge house with a yard, pool and near the beach didn't sound bad at all. You'd be doing nothing but sunbathing in your bathing suit, relaxing.
You walked onto the grounds of the house, it really was a mansion, the architecture was modern but there were some classic touches that for some reason got you. You were surprised, thinking that your 'aunt' really did get a rich man this time. Your father remarried when you were 17, to a woman 7 years younger than him who couldn't have children, so she always opened you up to her family, treating you sweetly, going to your high school graduation, and supporting you in your college career, so you met your stepmother's family, who had two sisters âshe was the middle oneâ the oldest, Lilian, who had a daughter your age and you became close, however, you lived apart from each other; your stepmother Dahlia, and the youngest, Ruby, who was the prettiest of the three, was young, glamorous and kind; you weren't sure, but you thought she was at least twenty-nine or thirty and, that she got herself a rich boyfriend who kindly offered his summer home to her whole family.
Liv, Lilian's daughter greeted you as soon as you got out of the car, you felt small, like a young girl still close to your parents when you spent more time at college than with them for years. Liv hugged you briefly, making your sunglasses slip off and fall into your eyes, you both moved where the sun didn't hit you directly and greeted each other shyly.
âNo shit, I have no idea where Aunt Ruby got her boyfriend from, but a house with a pool in this weather, is a house with a pool, I don't careâ Liv spoke.
You let out a chuckle, you watched as Ruby came out of the doorway, and you walked over to greet her, after all somehow Dahlia always went out of her way to make you consider her as family, and she received your brief hug.
âOh wow, you grew up a lot along with Liv, I haven't seen you since Christmasâ she commented to which you smiled.
After that Ruby went over to her sister, you helped by carrying your luggage and walked into the house, it seemed unreal that you were going to be under someone stranger's roof, but at least you wouldn't be alone, Liv could distract you a bit.
âGirl, wait till you meet Ruby's boyfriend, he's kinda hot, not gonna lieâ Liv whispered in your ear, helping you with your stuff and guiding you to the room you both would share.
Once inside the room you jokingly said to her, âSo it's not about an old sugar daddy she found around?â
Liv pursed her lips and softly denied, âHe's handsome, young, rich and has an accent. I think this summer will be fun⌠want to meet him?â
You nodded amused, curiosity consumed you; you and Liv spent hours talking behind Ruby's back about the strange and extravagant kind of life she led, it was a fun topic of conversation for you, you analyzed every partner she had, since she didn't know how to be alone, and just had girl talk, secreting and gossiping a little.
âOh, honey, the cherry pieâ your father reminded you once he saw you coming down the stairs.
You sighed, remembering that you had baked Ruby your cherry pie which she loved so much, just because, out of a mere act of kindness, and because your dad reminded you how much she was a fan of that dessert of yours and that you should at least give it to her as a thank you for spending the summer at her house, or her boyfriend's, rather.
You took the tart out of the car, Liv waited for you at the entrance of the house and then led you to the kitchen, where a very smiling and happy Ruby received your gift, thanking you and reminding you how delicious it should be. Liv was about to ask about Chris, Ruby's boyfriend and owner of the place, just so you could meet him and analyze him with your own eyes, but Ruby herself stepped forward saying:
âOh, you haven't met Chris, have you? I think he's outside getting the pool ready better for you girls to swim in. I'll go get him.â
Liv raised her eyebrows and looked at you a little amused, again you felt small, giving funny looks to your cousin-friend; you had been so consumed by college that you had forgotten the simplicity of the little things. Ruby didn't take long, your father and stepmother already met Chris, as apparently he had been dating Ruby for a while and was quite serious, and once again, you lived in your college dorm and institution almost.
And the man appeared, you really didn't expect to see a man like him, with a downwards smile, a bit shy, but his presence was quite strong in the room; he was wearing a white t-shirt loose to his muscular body with the name and logo of a luxury brand, denim jeans up to his knees and sneakers. He looked young, and he was cute, and so attractive to your taste, but you wanted to instantly brush the thoughts away.
âChris Bang, nice to meet youâ he greeted, in a thick voice and a soft accent, just as your cousin had mentioned.
You returned his greeting, introducing yourself, Chris also didn't expect to meet two young and beautiful girls like Ruby's nieces, but you, there was something that caught his attention in you, it was rare, but you radiated innocence plus however your strong and piercing gaze contrasted with the rest of your tender appearance. You couldn't help but darken your gaze, you liked what you saw, he was attractive, he had a unique and clean face that you could watch for hours, the harmony of his face with his sharp, dark, small eyes, combining perfectly with his distinct nose and rosy lips, his slightly pale skin detonating small pink and tan undertones, you realized that never in your little more than twenty years of life had you ever paid so much attention to a man. You didn't understand what it was about him, besides being incredibly attractive, but something drew you to him.
âThank you for letting us stay at your placeâŚâ you said, almost lost in him, you didn't know why you said it, maybe you just wanted to talk to him more.
âOh, it's nothing, really.â
Chris licked his lips, staring at you, going over in his mind that if it was you the girl who wasn't directly blood related to Ruby.
âOh, babe, Y/N brought us her cherry pieâ Ruby spoke, clinging to her boyfriend's arm.
Liv held back her laughter at her aunt's immature attitude. Chris looked over to the counter.
âDid you bake it?â he asked.
You nodded, âYeah, Ruby⌠Ruby really likes it.â
Chris leaned into the counter, leaning on his elbows and with his long fingers lightly played with the edge of the pie plate, you focused on his hands, so manly, big, slender and with visible veins running up his arms; then you returned your gaze to him who said, in a different tone, slower and looking deeply and directly into your eyes,
âI bet it tastes delicious.â
A shiver went down your spine, oh, you were liking it too much. Your cousin raised her eyebrows at his sudden action, instantly recognizing his gentle flirtation.
âAnyway, pool's readyâ Chris added, standing up straight.
âThanks, Chris, we'll go swimming nowâ Liv mentioned, trying to break the incredible tension or magnetism she suddenly felt between you and her aunt's boyfriend.
Liv grabbed your arm and almost dragged you into your room, pulling you out of your trance, you could only think about who he was andâŚ. how was it that Ruby got him, even though you knew perfectly well that she was beautiful and had a bubbly personality; you thought about his hands, and his subtle comment that made your hair stand on end.
âC'mon babe, let's go swimming,â Liv told you, teasing her aunt for calling Chris 'babe.'
You blinked suddenlyâŚ. trying to get it out of your head and reacted, quickly grabbing your suitcase and pulling out your clothes almost in desperation, finding the most revealing swimsuit you packed, a red two-piece bikini; the rest of your swimsuits weren't cute, you were so indisposed with the idea of wearing something hot, since you thought it would just be you and Liv in the pool, so you packed shorts and old t-shirts to get wet and, clearly you were also expecting a middle-aged man not at all attractive to your taste, not a damn man like Chris.
You sighed, thinking you had to go into town to buy better swimsuits. And after you put on your bikini, you perused your makeup, you perfected it more, using your best waterproof mascara, blush, pink gloss, you didn't know what you were doing but you wanted to look good. You almost forgot Liv was there, you didn't give a shit how obvious you acted, primping with effort. Chris had awakened something in you that you hadn't sensed before, it was as if he suddenly gave meaning and fun to your monotonous college life, you suddenly felt like a complete attention whore, wanting his eyes on you all the time.
Your cousin also wore a cute blue plaid print bikini, had two braids done and grabbed her sunglasses, reminding you to take yours, replacing the ones you had when you arrived, with red heart-shaped sunglasses. You sighed as you looked at Liv, she had very nice round breasts, and you thought, how funny and in a way, dirty, the way you two would walk around, being walking temptations to an unknown man.
âWould it be too much to ask Chris to put sunscreen on our backs?â she commented jokingly with a pout and with the bottle of sunscreen in her hand, to which you laughed.
And you both left, grabbing towels, your cell phones, heading towards the backyard at the pool. You took the time to admire the scenery and noticed that a few miles from the large pool was a small pool house. Once again, unable to believe you were in the home of a millionaire and unknown man, about to swim in his pool, it was so unreal, like something that only happened in the movies.
Chris bit his lip as he watched them both, replaying in his mind fuck, over and over again, it was the perfect fantasy, two pretty young twenty-something girls in bikinis at his house, about to enter the pool, getting their young bodies wet. He wasn't being the strongest soldier, and an immensity of dirty thoughts filled him completely. He took one more puff on his cigarette, this time deeper and more intense, trying to keep himself occupied and de-stressed by the incredible desire he had to fuck them both; thinking that it would be a very long and frustrating summer, and that he would end up finishing a pack in minutes if he decided to use nicotine as an escape from his dirty thoughts.
Did he love Ruby? Of course, more than anything in the world, but he was also a man with such an active libido, incredible imagination and great sexual energy. You both noticed him, on the other side of the pool, a little far away, and for some reason you found him more attractive when you saw him smoking. Chris' intention wasn't to see you, he swore, he was just hiding from his girlfriend because she hates his smoking habit. And after meeting you, damn, he really needed a cigarette.
âHey Chrisâ Liv greeted him cheerfully waving her hand, to which he responded with a soft smile, raising his eyebrows and his right hand with which he held the cigarette.
She turned to you, âI hate him so much, if he marries Ruby he'll really be my uncle and it'll be gross.â
You smiled apologetically at her sudden comments, but suddenly your mind short circuited, âMarry?â
Liv sat down in one of the chairs, leaning back and relaxing her body, picking up her book ready to rest and read.
âMmm, honestly I give them two months topsâ she added disinterested, âI haven't been aware since I also live in college, but apparently they've been dating since January, I also got a big surprise today when I met him.â
January, you thought, that made them in a six month relationship, pretty long for Ruby. You questioned whether it was really a serious relationship. You pouted and sat on the chair next to her, and convinced yourself that if nothing happened, which was most ideal and the most likely option âplus you were still a virginâ you could at least think about him and have your little summer crush to keep your mind busy.
âAren't you going to get in the pool?â you asked.
âMmm yeah, sure, but I want to get some sun.â
You let out an incredulous airy chuckle as Liv was in the shade, not getting any direct sun. And you were about to stand up and swim, but you noticed the sudden and noticeable presence of Chris near you, this time his intentions were clear and not at all innocent, he just wanted to see your semi naked bodies more closely and in detail. He stood in the middle of the two chairs, with his hands in the pockets of his shorts, you watched him, gently lowering your heart shaped sunglasses on the bridge of your nose and raising your eyes.
âEnjoying your summer girls?â he said to which you and Liv nodded a little confused by his sudden closeness, âDo you mind if I join you?â
Liv smiled playfully, closing her book completely, âOf course notâ she replied.
But Chris was only looking at you, and you felt it, you had achieved your goal, he couldn't take his eyes off you, off your body in that red bikini and your glossy, full lips. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer from you, which his gaze suddenly made you nervous.
âSure, join usâ was all you could say with your heart pounding.
âI'll be right backâ he replied, walking away from you and into his house.
You and Liv looked at each other complicitly, almost feeling like you were about to do something wrong but it felt so right. You didn't understand how you went from somewhat flirtatious and confused, to feeling nervous around him.
âOh, he's such a fucking whoreâ Liv added.
She didn't take Chris and Ruby's relationship very seriously, truly. But you were beginning to question so many things, but you couldn't help but want him so badly, you've never been so curious about a man, you wanted him, you needed him.
Minutes later, he appeared, wearing black sport shorts a little loose on his thighs, but tight enough for his member to be suggestively visible and noticeable, again, that was not Chris's intention, he couldn't help but have a nice penis, and that you two had to witness that. In a way you were thankful that you were wearing dark sunglasses and could blatantly see his silhouette, his strong arms and worked chest area over his tight white sleeveless shirt.
You were already in the pool, so Chris joined you, putting on a black cap before getting in and gradually getting in, wetting his body little by little.
âAgh, the water is niceâ he added, getting his body completely wet, his marked abs and pecs showing through the thin fabric of the shirt.
Your heart raced again, you couldn't believe Ruby had him every day while you and Liv only had hair loss from the stress of your college. You and Liv stood transfixed watching him, as if it was such an entertaining spectacle. And when he approached, you both snapped out of your trance and pretended to look away, which Chris noticed and smirked, yes he knew he was all handsome and hot, but he was curious to know if you two also considered yourselves that way to such a degree that you dared to flirt with him.
And you began to play mindlessly, ball games, Liv getting on a float, swimming, all with Chris's nerve to watch your wet young bodies, watching the sun beat down on your skins; then you wanted to mimic Liv, getting on a float but found it difficult to get on somehow, to which Chris quickly took advantage, once again leaving Liv surprised.
âLet me help youâ he whispered to you, holding your exposed waist to carry you up and onto the float.
Your breathing and heart stopped for a moment, his big hands on your waist felt so good, you couldn't believe he dared to touch you, you didn't want to make it a big deal, you wanted to believe he just did it out of kindness but you were screaming with excitement internally.
A little awkwardly, giving him the view of your ass and thighs, you were able to climb on, shyly whispering thank you. Chris swallowed nervously, your semi-naked skin made him feel good and your ankle accidentally brushed against his member as he lifted you up. He needed another cigarette to forget about you for a few moments, or he definitely had to try you. It wasn't news that, he before Ruby, was quite the gentleman who loved to enjoy the pleasures of sex with different women.
âAnd don't you have a farm sort of place to spend the winter when it snows?â suddenly blurted out Liv.
âDo you want to spend the winter with me too? Do you like me that much?â he joked.
âSure, you're the best, Uncle Chrisâ your cousin replied again in amusement.
He grimaced in disgust, he loved it when girls called him daddy in bed, or just as a form of endearment, when he rarely messed with women relatively much younger to him, but uncle, coming from another young woman who he considered highly attractive, didn't like the idea.
âUh no, just Chris, please,â and then he turned to you, âAnd you, you're not directly related to Ruby, are you?â
âShe's family, but not by bloodâ replied Liv innocently, but Chris was a little annoyed, as he wanted to hear you talk , so he still didn't take his expectant gaze off you.
âMy father married Ruby's sisterâ you replied, almost just to humor him and get him to take off that expression of waiting to hear you speak because it was making you nervous.
âI knowâ he whispered.
And before long you knew a little more about him, that he is an architect with his own company, his parents are two of the top lawyers, that he knows three languages and has a passion for technology like computers or things like that and, the question that gnawed at them both and Liv asked, how did he meet Ruby, as he seemed quite busy and an extremely wealthy and decent man, but just at the mention of her, she appeared. She had taken a nap and suddenly wondered where her boyfriend was, to which her surprise, he was friendly talking to her two young nieces inside the pool, while they were wearing a bikini, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous, but decided to put it aside, and wanted to be a cool aunt:
âLet's give the girls some drinks, they're old enough.â
Chris thought how old enough, looking appreciatively at your body on the float, wearing your red bikini and your heart-shaped glasses of the same color. How old enough were you, that you could handle being with him? He wanted to know more about you and questioned himself why he had never met you before, although his answer was obvious to him, usually Chris didn't look for young and college girls, it was very strange the occasion when he decided to sleep with them and spoil them âas it is one of his techniquesâ he still considered them so young and naive, even a little bit kooky and spoiled⌠but you, he bit his lip again, thinking that he could very well be your daddy, and that he would love to spoil you and spank your young ass. He loved being dominant but it was very strange the situation where his mind formulated these ideas of wanting to take care of a naive woman and give her everything, being slightly careful, and you had exactly aroused those thoughts in him.
Ruby also got into the pool, showing off her impressive figure, leaving Chris a little shocked, but he couldn't stop thinking about you. You looked away, unwilling to see them together.
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For the rest of the evening you caught up on Liv's life, as she recounted her sexual encounters, her love life status, her college environment until it was time for dinner.
You couldn't help but think that it didn't matter if you flirted, if anything happened, you wouldn't know what to do and probably wouldn't satisfy him, you were inexperienced and a virgin, which you never made a big deal about it, but for some reason you thought about so many sexual things lately since he awakened your desire.
Dinner was normal and a little strange, eating all together, your last family dinner was maybe on your birthday. And Chris realized that your father and he were the only men, so he thought at one point to invite one of his closest friends, plus he needed him, the tension between you and Chris was growing, or at least his desire for you.
The next morning you went downstairs for breakfast, not even hungry, but you just wanted to see Chris, but he wasn't there since he was supposedly still working and you didn't see him until the afternoon. You took the opportunity to update your swimsuits and take a walk to the beach with Liv. Chris was also confused not to find you at his house, until he saw you arrive with shopping bags.
That evening he convinced his close friend Minho to stay with him too for the summer as Chris had to confess to him the reason and Minho saw with his own eyes and understood why.
Once again you wanted Chris' attention and you had no choice but to go out dressed up all the time, feeling cute, since you kind of sucked at flirting. And you got the pleasant surprise of finding another handsome man next to him.
Chris introduced Minho to you and Liv, and your mind flew with the crazy idea of a man for each other, that maybe so at least Liv would stop thinking about Chris a little bit, because honestly you wanted him for yourself only, when he was already taken, and wasn't yours in the first place. But you weren't the only one with that crazy thought, Liv was so happy that Chris got her own handsome older man to have fun with in the summer.
Minho was also so handsome, he had a muscular body too but his features were softer to Chris'. He also looked intimidating.
The next day was odder, Liv and Minho disappeared, leaving you in disbelief with the ease of things that circumstances work, when both are single, or at least you wanted to believe that Minho was single, or honestly you could care less, at least Liv didn't know his life that much, let alone if he was in a relationship with someone so the guilt didn't exist in her body; but in yours it did, Chris was Ruby's and you couldn't even hate her, your stepmother's whole family was so sweet to you, Dahlia thought you were a real daughter to her because she could never conceive and was afraid to adopt.
You were bored without Liv, you sent her messages but she didn't answer, she must be having a great day in Minho's arms, but lucky her, you thought between sighs; so bored you started to explore the house a bit until you reached a long hallway, at the end of it you saw that there was a family photograph which caught your attention, there were not so many memories of family photos of Chris so it caught your attention and you approached it, next to it there was a large room, which had the door open and you stopped in your tracks when you realized that it was Chris' office, and that he was sitting behind his desk, who quickly heard your footsteps and turned to see you.
You didn't know what to do and smiled nervously at him and he amusedly thought that all ways always led you to him. Chris quickly stood up from his chair, put his pencil aside as he was working on a project and walked dangerously close to you.
âYou were looking for me?â
His flirtatious tone and the way he gently raised his eyebrow gave you chills again.
You denied, but you didn't want to get away from him.
âBut I found youâ you replied.
He invited you in with his gaze, closing the door once you entered, you looked around the place and Chris looked boldly at you. Your young, bare legs with your tiny skirt and your slightly carefree look as you were comfortable in his home.
Chris without thinking, went to his desk and out of habit took a cigarette, he couldn't help it, he was a recurrent smoker, not an addict, but he liked to smoke one or two cigarettes a day, or two cigarettes one day and then quit for several days without a problem, but just now he couldn't think about anything but enjoying your company, your presence and aroma combined with a little of his nicotine.
You thought that even though he smoked and you didn't like the smell, on him, he looked good and you liked him, you liked him so much that you forgot your little inconveniences and thought he didn't smell of cigarettes, he had a strong scent of a manly perfume that you found highly pleasing.
Chris put his cig between his lips and you saw him take another one, thinking he was going to offer you one but you noticed he took a pen and with his big hands, which drove you crazy and you had recurring thoughts of his fingers in your mouth, you saw he wrote a series of numbers on the cigarette; he took a lighter and lit his cigarette quickly, taking his first puff, sucking air between his teeth and then holding the cigarette delicately between his two fingers, then passing you the cigarette with the written numbers and saying to you:
âDo you want it?â
You took it, only to see the numbers on what you quickly noticed was a phone number and before he took the lighter once more you said, âI don't smoke.â
âWell, that's my phone number, since apparently it looks a little bad for us to be together and we need to be more discreet.â
Your mind stopped processing what he said, he inhaled again from the cigarette, exhaling all the smoke, losing it in the bright sunlight coming through the windows, he looked so fucking hot your legs were almost starting to shake, he walked over to you and put his free hand on your waist.
âLet's have fun this summer, I know you want me and I can't get you out of my fucking headâ he spoke and you felt it unreal, for a moment you stopped thinking about everyone, it was just Chris and you, fuck the rest, âRelax a little with me, I don't bite unless you ask me toâ he whispered, leaning into your ear, noticing your tense body.
He pulled away, stubbing out his cigarette in his ashtray and sitting back in his chair.
âCome hereâ he ordered patting his thigh.
He was wearing a white button up shirt and black formal cloth pants, you were so wet at his appearance, you were wet knowing he was older than you and dressed elegantly, you were wet at the way he asked you to sit on his lap.
Chris couldn't take it anymore, from the first night he met you, after seeing you so provocative in your bikini, he masturbated thinking about you, pulling and stroking his cock hard, filling his mind with scenarios where you were all needy, wet, making a mess and begging for him, until he cummed. He couldn't even fuck his girlfriend, his cock only reacted to you apparently. He needed you, all day he thought about how his friend did get to fuck the other girl with no problem while he was stuck there, but not anymore as you happily sat on his lap, feeling so happy, feeling the friction of fabric of his pants on your thighs as you moved to get comfortable, causing him tenderness at your reaction.
âMmm, I guess you want it too by obey me, don't you babygirl?â he murmured, caressing your thighs and making you shiver.
Your mind spun like crazy, wanting what what, you didn't know but yes, you needed him like you had never needed anyone, your mind was lost in his closeness and that it's finally happening. You really tried to be strong too, but you lost it. He was caressing you, bringing his hands up tentatively so high almost in your intimate zone.
âYesâŚâ you answered in a whisper.
âThen just kiss me, babygirl, I'm dying to taste your lips since the first moment I saw you.â
You turned your face and met the closeness of his, without thinking too much, you joined your lips with his, feeling his slight cigarette taste together with a soft and fresh sensation, your hand shyly rested from his shoulder, your inside was burning, you felt as if fireworks were detaching inside you. At first it was sweet and gentle, but then he changed his pace to something slower but desperate and lustful, opening your mouth and feeling his expert tongue caress your cavity, leaving you breathless but addicted to the feel of each other.
Chris found his way to your pussy, opening your legs slightly and without wasting time, he pushed the fabric of your panties aside, playing with your clit, making you gasp and take a moment away from his lips. You were now focused on his fingertips caressing you.
Chris licked his lips, leering at you and admiring the slight trembling of your body from pleasure. By this point, he too was already so hard with an erection protruding from his pants.
âYou're so wet and needy, let me take care of youâ he moaned.
You were almost about to cum with his caresses on your clit, his movements on it, his light pinching and pressure towards it, turning you on so much, but his fingers went down your wet folds, in search of your entrance and, you realized what he would do, it still surprised and hurt a little to feel two of his fingers inside you. You moaned louder at the sensation of his digits sliding into your virgin hole, as did Chris who let out a groan, unable to believe you were so tight, even being in that position, sitting on his lap, there was no reason for your insides to squeeze his fingers so tight, he had never felt a pussy like that before, like yours, he love every second of it, he was obsessed.
âFuckâ blubbered Chris, âYou like that, don't you, little doll?â
You whimpered high pitched in response, his fingers began to penetrate you and his thumb went back to caressing your clit and labia, making you feel like you had never felt before. You were so hot, you wanted to strip off all your clothes and feel something bigger fill your pussy, you were a mess, moaning and shivering at his hand on your cunt.
âTell daddy how much you like it, babygirl, call me daddy when I'm touching so good your pussyâ he gasped.
âYes, daddy I love it, please don't stopâ you whimpered in a squeak, feeling your orgasm so close as your heart pounded intensely.
Your first orgasm caused by a man. Daddy, daddy, daddy, you thought it fit him so well, he was older than you, and you could tell he liked to be in control. He could command you whatever he wanted, he could be in charge, your panties got wetter as you fantasized about how dominant he was. He was so hard, analyzing every part of you and enjoying your body fading for him.
You were about to cum, your pussy moistening Chris's fingers more and more, your thighs quivering and the feeling of clenching in your stomach, you were so close⌠but the sound of heels down the hall and door handle turning startled you too much, Chris removed his fingers from you abruptly, hurting you a little but you stood up instantly, adjusting your skirt and resting your hands on his desk, turning your back to the door. Chris picked up a book that was on his desk, opened it and held it with his hand whose fingers were touching you earlier, over his cock, at an angle where you couldn't see his erection and the small wet spot you left on his pants.
âHeyâ you heard and turned your body, hiding the cigarette and found Ruby all smiles but then grimaced, âFuck, Chris, did you smoke here? Anyways, Liv and Minho arrived with the shoppings, should I start the⌠grill?â
You and Chris simultaneously looked at each other, looking scared and guilty.
âNo, it's okay baby, I'll go downstairs in a minute.â
âOh, you found each other, didn't youâ Ruby added, leaving you confused, âY/n it's a little artist too, she draws and paints wellâ she confirmed, referencing that Chris was doing a sketch.
He didn't know that and wanted to know more about you. But fate was not in your favor this time.
âAre you okay, honey, you're sweating and look a little red?â said Ruby worriedly.
You were so wet and hot, your fluids bothered you, but you had to pretend to be okay, so much so that you went outside pretending nothing was wrong, watching the stupid grill burn, almost as much as your insides, you kept fantasizing if Ruby hadn't interrupted you what would have happened, maybe you would have tasted and had another piece of meat in your mouth before the one Minho was cooking.
You watched him, who stood next to Minho, looking manly grilling the meat. Chris had changed his clothes, now wearing jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. You felt a little jealous that you didn't even want to ask Liv if anything happened with Minho, you wanted your own moment with Chris no matter what. Chris noticed your look and in a whisper said to his friend:
âI kissed her and touched her.â
âWoah, good for you dude, what did I tell you about college girls? They are all trouble makers but they know how to take care of you very wellâ Minho encouraged him smilingly, giving him a friendly pat.
âBut we were interrupted and now I feel guilty, I don't think I should have done itâŚâ
You took your phone and amidst impatience, texted him, just telling him Hey and watched as he immediately pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing the message but ignored it.
âMy sexual fantasy is a threesome with Minho and Chris, imagine their two cocks pleasuring you. I'm kinda horny right nowâ Liv spoke as if nothing, seeing herself on her cell phone camera, snapping you out of your trance.
So were you. In fact she was talking but you weren't paying attention, you weren't that greedy, Chris's cock was really enough for you.
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It was late at night, everyone was sleeping, but you noticed the pool house light on through the window, you didn't know what it was about, but you were thankful that you were a little lazy to remove your makeup and quietly put your clothes back on, taking off your pajamas, with the slightest hope that, maybe it was Chris being alone, or in the worst case, him with his girlfriend.
You texted him but he didn't respond and you were impatient so you carefully went downstairs quietly and managed to get outside, walking up to the property and slowly entered the house, which was literally another house, just a little smaller. And you found Chris with his back turned sitting in the chairs leaning against the kitchen counter.
He turned to see who it was and smiled broadly at the sight of you. You also noticed that he was drinking and smoking, or at least you saw a couple of cigarettes in the ashtray and apparently he was alone. You approached him, so excited with adrenaline at its peak to see that he could be all by himself. He smiled at you, so wide that he narrowed his eyes, he wasn't expecting you but he was just thinking about you, he couldn't sleep, you drove him crazy, when he saw you, it seemed almost like a dream since he was starting to get a little drunk.
You sat down on the chair next to him and noticed his almost empty glass of hard liquor.
âWhat are you doing here?â you whispered to him.
âI'm just⌠drinking a littleâ he replied, his tone of voice low and almost slurring his words.
âBy yourself?â
âMinho just left, wanna join me?â
You shook your head softly, you really didn't want to drink, you wanted to kiss him passionately, and more so knowing you were alone. But Chris went there because he couldn't sleep and he kept thinking about it in that he felt a little guilty but at the same time he wanted to do so many things to you, you looked innocent, you were young and his deepest desire was to corrupt you so badly.
You decided to get bold and just blurted out:
âWhy don't we continue what we were doing⌠I didn't get to cum.â
Chris let out a chuckle in disbelief at your comment and analyzed you, from your face with your makeup intact, to your thighs uncovered by your skirt with very easy access to him.
âWho would have thought, you look so innocent⌠but you are quite the dirty little whore. You want me to make you cum, huh?â
His comment made your skin bristle and gave you shivers, both for your body, and for your pussy, causing it to twinge with arousal in your sensitive core. Everything about him turned you on so much.
âYesâŚâ
âAnd what will you do for me?â he asked so quickly as soon as you answered, looking at you defiantly.
You stood there thinking for a few seconds, "You want⌠me to make you cum too?" you spoke uncertainly.
âI wanna see itâ he challenged you, âI like you a lotâ he confessed, getting carried away with the moment and the alcohol doing its thing.
You smiled, stood up from the chair and moved closer to him, Chris turned his body and let position yours between his legs, you wrapped your arms around his neck, he grabbed your waist and you, close to his lips, reciprocated his confession.
âI like you a lot too, Chris.â
He smiled, coming back to all his senses, leaving the effect of the alcohol aside, so awake and ready for you, he raised his eyebrows, wanting to correct you, lowering his hands to your ass, you understood immediately.
âI like you, daddyâ you repeated.
âThat's my good girl.â
You felt your body burn on fire, that had sounded so good to you, more so coming from his voice and him. You moved in with a smile to kiss him, savoring the taste of the liquor on his full lips, spending long minutes of him running down your body and both of you completely lost in each other's lips, feeling his tongue and nose collide on your face, kissing was such an intimate act, something you loved to do with Chris, whose erection in his pants grew sky high, his throbbing cock ready to be used.
Chris couldn't take it anymore, he wanted your pretty mouth around his cock, he wanted to fuck your throat until he made you cry. As he pulled away he admired your heaving breathing and swollen lips, he thought this was just the beginning of more to come.
âFuckâ he whispered with a little pain from his erection stuck in his jeans.
You watched him, for a few seconds somewhat transfixed and realized he was just as turned on as you were, you stared at the bulge in his pants, not wanting to wait any longer to get his cock out at once, but he went ahead to say.
âC'mon babygirl, feel how hard daddy is for you, and make me feel good, be a good girl.â
You got so excited, as if you had won a prize and lowered your arms off his shoulders so you could feel his hard member between the also tough denim of his jeans. You bit your lip and unbuttoned his pants. Chris gasped, breathing raggedly knowing you were about to attend to his cock. You finally released it, wanting to experience everything with it and getting the big surprise of how nice and big it looked, just as veiny as his arms. You took it, completely forgetting that you were a poor college virgin girl and, that he would most likely end up fucking you and you couldn't agree more, you could remember that your virginity was taken by a man who knows what he's doing, millionaire, incredibly handsome with a colossal cock to die for.
You stroked his glans with your thumb and spread his precum over his length, it was your first time feeling a penis in your hand, for the moment, at least Chris's, it felt so good, its texture was smooth but his muscle was so tight and rigid. Chris for his part, gasped enjoying the feel of your hands on his cock and watched you look so impressed, almost as if you were studying every part of his anatomy, making you look a little more innocent but daring.
You acted with common sense, and began to slide your hands up and down his member, stroking his length from top to bottom, making him feel great. Chris bit his lip and inhaled air between his teeth, so excited he could cum right then and there. He didn't know exactly how to ask you, but he really wanted your mouth on his cock.
âBabygirl, use your mouth please, pleaseâ Chris babbled, caressing your face, admiring it before it was ruined by his cock in your mouth and the constant motion.
Your pussy throbbed harder at the thought of sucking him off and you dropped to your knees, unconsciously sighing nervously, making Chris feel the warm air of your sigh, now giving him shivers of pure arousal.
You looked into his eyes before bringing his cock closer to your mouth, to which he looked at you approvingly, subtly shaking his head encouraging you to do so.
You stuck out your tongue and licked his entire length, losing more and more strength, you were so aroused, trembling and twitching with your hot body, until he said,
âOpen your mouth wide, baby doll.â
He helped you a little, guiding his cock into your mouth, finally slowly pushing it in, doing your best to make him enjoy it, which you felt a knot in your stomach of nervousness and excitement as Chris moaned loudly, letting you know you were getting off to a good start. He fisted your hair, completely ready to be satisfied.
You sucked his cock, sucking your cheeks and giving your best effort to get as much of his length as you could deep inside your cavity. Chris moaned again incredibly enjoying the also tightness of your mouth and softness of the inside of your cheeks. He watched you the whole time, your lips wrapped around his cock, the tender expression of concentration and struggle on your face, he could cum just from the image of you taking his length.
You started to move, his whole member didn't fit in your cavity, but you did your best, your eyes were starting to bother you a little, you were starting to form little tears, your nose got slick and your jaw hurt a little, but it was worth it, it was so worth it, Chris's moans were so hot to you that you never wanted to stop. You began to move your mouth, taking as much as you could, making Chris lose his sanity little by little, he helped you, pulling on your hair gently and pushing your head to move up and down exquisitely. Your movements were imperfect but from your little details Chris became more aroused and fantasized about your innocence again.
Your saliva combined with his precum began to slip from your lips and you took a breath, pulling his cock out of your mouth, Chris took advantage and quickly stood up from his chair, you looked with confusion at his action and he lifted your chin with his fingers, making you stare into his eyes.
âYou're doing great, good girl, but let daddy fuck your throat, are you okay with that?â
Your eyes sparkled brighter despite the little tears you shed, you were scared but nodded so excited. âYes, daddyâ you said.
Chris took his cock almost by its base and opened his mouth slightly indicating you to do the same, causing you tenderness, and you did, his cock and your mouth meeting again, inserting it little by little, until you felt his skin tickle your uvula, your body shuddered, you closed your eyes tightly, he was huge, but you tried to hold back with all your might your gag reflex, Chris shifted his hips and finally you felt his cock sliding down your throat, taking him pure to heaven, you thought of everything, of Chris swimming next to you, of you sitting on his lap, trying to forget the slight discomfort and tingling that his penis was causing in your throat. Chris gasped loudly, and began to move gently, ramming into you, completely filled with sexual pleasure at the feel of his cock inside another strategic spot of yours.
You looked up at him, your watery eyes begging for mercy, your body was weak and your stomach sensitive; you cried harder, drooling non-stop, dripping his testicles and even the floor; unable to breathe or speak, just his balls rubbing against your face, his pubic area bumping against your nose and his cock stretching your throat, with his glans rubbing against your esophagus. You were doing so well, for your first time, and Chris was so happy to remind you of it, moaning senselessly completely lost amidst the pleasure, babbling swear words and whimpering, âYou feel so good, babygirl, I'm gonna cum in your throat sweetie.â
But you felt so good, in desperation and helpless, with nothing to do but obey him and make him feel good, your pussy throbbed harder and harder, with the same intensity of an orgasm but you weren't sure if you were about to cum.
You felt Chris's body tremble, a loud gasp escaped his lips and you felt the shot of his hot cum inside your pharynx, he was having a wonderful orgasm like he had never had before, even making him shudder and lose his sanity and consciousness; Chris gently tugged at your hair, gently pulling his cock out of you so as not to hurt you, while he kept collapsing in his orgasm, cumming still on your tongue inside your mouth, spilling a few drops around your mouth.
âGood girl, swallow everything, there you go, good princessâ he spoke softly caressing your face, watching you swallow hard and with heavy breathing âC'mon up here. Look at you, your face is a mess, my pretty baby. So fucked up for daddy's cock.â
He smirked at the sight of your face stained red, your cheeks shiny from your tears and your lips dirty and swollen from him.
You stood up and Chris wiped your chin stained in his cum with his thumb and then slipped it into your mouth, which you sucked it hard.
âLet's go to the roomâ he spoke excitedly, arranging his cock in his underwear and pants to take you by your wrist and lead you to the room.
You were surprised that it could practically be a small apartment with all the amenities with no problem and once you entered his room, he kissed you wildly again, tasting his own cum, feeling the wetness of your lips, and began to undress you, yanking off your skirt, parting from you to remove your top and bra and leaving the best part of taking off your panties at the end.
Chris bit his lip as he slid your panties off, bending down and placing soft kisses on your lower belly all the way down to your mons pubis.
âFuck, you're beautiful, babydoll.â
He kissed your skin, to then put his warm tongue in and sticking his lips tightly to finally suck, leaving a mark on you and making you gasp softly, he looked up, searching your gaze, leering at you playfully, he couldn't believe he finally had you all to himself. Chris stood back up and quickly began to undress as well, leaving you dumbfounded at how incredibly attractive he looked as he lifted his strong arms to remove his shirt, unbuttoning his pants and nimbly removing his them along his underwear, as you finally stood naked in front of each other, with his prominent and slightly intimidating cock exposed, it dawned on you that, it was tonight the night you would lose your virginity.
He leaned close to your ear, whispering hotly, âI want your pretty pussy in my face, sit on daddy's face princess, please.â
You shivered and watched as Chris lay back on the bed, you quickly followed him, biting your lip unsure how you would do it, but completely sure what it was all about. You climbed onto the bed and positioned your pussy in his mouth, embarrassed to let yourself fall into it, but you did, giving a little jump of shock as you felt his tongue on your vulva, Chris took hold of your thighs, to lift you up and guide your pussy to his liking and disposal. You felt his fleshy lips kiss the full length of your folds and his big nose squeezing your vulva hard each time he gently shifted positions in your pussy, making the sensation a hundred times better. Chris licked and sucked intensely and thoroughly on your clit, making your thighs quiver in desperation and pleasure, you were so close but for some reason the sensation of your near orgasm was dragging on longer and longer, building up in intensity; Chris slid his tongue, licking your labia and reaching your entrance, sucking making a soft, sonorous slurping sound of your soaking wet pussy. You were on cloud nine, completely out of thoughts, your vision blurred and enjoying your first oral sex, with an older man who was an expert at every single thing he did, you couldn't have asked for anything better.
Chris lifted you up a little and said:
âRide me, babygirl, fuck my tongue, move over, fuck.â
Then inserted his tongue inside you, making you gasp loudly, even his tongue was reaching a sweet spot in you that made you lose your mind again. You began to move, back and forth, enjoying the sensation of him; you threw your head back with your eyes rolling, Chris caressed your breasts with one hand, pinching your nipples, then bringing that hand quickly to his cock, as it was twitching, and ached a little, Chris stroked his cock and cum intensely in his abs. Sliding scattered drops down his length. Boy had he loved eating you and the delicious taste of your young fluids.
Finally, you came to your orgasm too, so intensely that you felt sorry for yourself at the thought that maybe you had made a mess on Chris. But he was so happy, tasting every drop of you. Awkwardly, you went down on top of him, and dropped your exhausted body on the bed, with the slightest idea that maybe it still left him wanting to fuck you⌠still you reminded him:
âThat was great, daddy, th-thank you.â
Your chest heaved up and down, your world was a blur, the sensations were so new and good to you that your delicate body was exhausted.
âOh, my pretty baby,â Chris said tenderly.
He sat up, wiping his mouth and chin, parting your legs and positioning his face dangerously in front of your pussy. A mischievous grin formed on his face.
âI'm gonna fuck your pretty pussy, baby, daddy's not done with you yet.â
Chris went back to stroking your clit with his fingertips, getting you wet in seconds. He watched you, panting and a mess for quite a while but Chris wouldn't stop until he felt your guts. An electric shiver ran down your spine, Chris stopped stroking your clit, spit on your vulva, positioned himself and took his erection, rubbing and stroking in your folds his hard length in your puffy, well lubricated pussy, making you more needy until at last, you felt his tip slide into your orifice, stretching every muscle at your entrance, gradually filling your insides, causing Chris to whimper halfheartedly at the sensation of your core deliciously smothering his cock. You gasped in pain and pleasure until you felt his glans tingle deep inside you in your cervix, Chris finally popped your cherry that night. You were a woman now, at least in a context of traditional and conservative phrases, wishing you were his woman every day.
You were a little sore, but so excited, you still asked him, âDa-dddy, can you move slow, please?â
He smiled tenderly at you, âWhatever my babydoll asks.â
His cock was buried in your core and Chris began to gently ram your pussy, kissing you slowly on the lips and moving his caresses down to your neck, it felt so good and when you finally felt you had gotten used to and adjusted to his size, you shyly asked him:
âF-faster daddy, pleaseâ you stammered.
Chris smiled sideways and started ramming you deeper and faster, sliding carelessly into your walls, making you gasp in pain but it felt so good, his cock filling every inch of you, you couldn't help but feel haunted by the sensation. Your thighs squeezed his body and your body began to move uncontrollably, your breasts jiggled roughly at each thrust and your insides burned with desire and for his big new visitor. His body collided with yours non-stop, you were breathless, aching and about to cum intensely.
Chris was babbling and moaning things you couldn't understand, he was so close to cumming in you, completely fixated on your insides squeezing his cock. You arched your back, contracting your body, ready to release in your second orgasm.
âCum for me, fuck, cum on daddy's cock. You like that huh? You like to be fucked hard?â
âFuuuck, daddy yesssâ you squealed, cumming and wetting his cock.
You fell down in surrender, Chris rammed you a couple of times, deeper to climax in you, with the sensation of his cum shot hitting your cervix. Chris pulled out of you, admiring the dirty artistry of your little hole quivering and spurting his bright white cum. Getting him hard in seconds again. Satisfying him so much by leaving you so weak.
âAnd I'm not done yet, princess.â
You blinked suddenly and Chris grabbed your arm, making you turn around, he opened your folds, exposing your newly destroyed hole, still wet in each other's cum and, he pushed his cock back into you, making you whimper, you were barely recovering when you felt the firmness of his huge cock again in your walls, this time he went in fast, his whole cock, ramming into your pussy, hitting your ass because you didn't even have time to settle, you were lying down, face down, panting and somehow, extremely aroused again.
Chris pounded you hard again, so brutal and primal releasing every frustration of his in your weak body, ramming you hard, making your ass vibrate every time his pelvis and balls collapsed into you. He moved in on you, his arm headlocking you, tightening his grip harder and harder, cutting off your breath slowly without stopping thrusting hard into you.
âYou like that, don't you sweet baby? Fuck! You feel so good.â
You couldn't even answer him, besides the fact that he was slowly suffocating you, you couldn't think clearly, you only heard his gasps, yours and the sound of your bodies colliding at such a frantic act. You were so close, just as he was, your breathing was completely cut off, you heard his panting close to your ear, this time you trembled more intensely, and your vision blurred more, begging for air, but in desperation, you cum intensely, almost making yourself cry. Chris softened his grip, letting you catch your breath and cum in you again, spurting out quickly and ejaculating a few loads in your ass.
You couldn't take it anymore. You even forgot your name. You could only remember Chris, who pushed your hair aside and kissed your back.
âThat was amazing, beautiful. We're going to have a really fun summer.â
He couldn't help but think of all the ways he wanted to fuck you, treating you like a doll, showering you with pampering afterwards, but damn it, he had to break up with his girlfriend.
You were trying to come back to your senses, but you were so tired and could only think that, somehow, you loved him, and didn't know exactly why.
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THINGS THEY DO THAT YOU FIND CUTE (CLASS 1-A) - [PT. 1]
characters ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero, mina ashido, tsuyu asui, ochaco uraraka, kyoka jirou, momo yaoyorozu
g/n reader, no warnings.
âŽâË - izuku midoriya : izuku physically cannot stand still. he has to be moving somehow, but he isn't really aware of this. he tends to have a habit of playing with his hair, whether it's running his fingers through it or twirling his finger around a few strands, you find it being the cutest thing ever. you never point it out though, because you know he would burst into a flustered mess and stop whenever he catches himself doing it. you find it cute, but he would find it so embarassing.
âŽâË - katsuki bakugou : we all know this man is great in the kitchen. so, whenever you catch him cooking a meal for you, (or himself, mostly himself...) all you could do is smile. on one occasion, you were out running errands. you had come across an apron with the lettering "kiss the cook" on it. you picked it up with a smirk, imagined how he'd look in it, but you had figured he would just scold you for it. so, you put it back.
âŽâË - shoto todoroki : he's so chronically offline. whenever you ask to do something trendy with him, he tilts his head at the idea and raises a brow at you. whenever you use any form of slang, he's just as confused. you try to explain, he still doesn't get it. urban dictionary is his best friend. the reason you don't explain this kind of stuff to him is because of that silly, clueless face he makes when he has no idea what you're talking about. it's a foreign language to him, but he tries his hardest to understand you.
âŽâË - eijiro kirishima : kiri loves to manhandle you. tossing you over his shoulder, tackling you, throwing you onto the couch, anything like that leaves you a giggling mess. he knows you love it, too. he enjoys it just as much as you do.
âŽâË - denki kaminari : he is always smiling. that has to be one of your favorite things about him. he has the teethiest smile after he does literally anything, especially when he does things to impress you. he has the most contagious smile you've ever seen. you love to see him smile, and you would do anything to make sure he's always cheesing.
âŽâË - tenya iida : he is so damn respectful. i know we all are aware of this fact already but i want to put emphasis on it. walking down the street, he'd always help an elderly person. walking in/out of a store, of course he'd hold the door for the person behind you. he never forgets his manners. this is your favorite part about him, all you can do is admire.
âŽâË - hanta sero : sero is not afraid to make things for you. you having a bad day? oh, he actually made you guys matching bracelets. he has a bead and string collection because he knows you love jewelry. he's also great at origami, he's always available to give you something. he can definitely crochet. you still sleep with the fat elephant he made you. you think its adorable, and you keep everything he gives you.
âŽâË mina ashido : you love it when she asks to dance with you. she holds her hand out to you with a grin before pulling you into a tight embrace. it doesn't matter what the fuck kind of music is playing, megan thee stallion or lana del rey, you two will be dancing. she asks you so unexpectedly, but you don't complain. there will never be a boring moment with mina.
âŽâË : tsuyu asui : tsu isn't much of a talker, but that definitely changes once she's with you. you guys have occasional yap sessions, some of them pertaining to nothing specific at all, you two just talk just to talk. you wanna gossip? she's all ears. you have something on your mind you think is stupid? she needs to hear it. she always listens to you, even if what you say makes no sense. she's so interested in what you have to say, you never feel like you're talking to a brick wall when you're with her.
âŽâË - ochaco uraraka : karaoke. car karaoke is your guy's personal favorite. only one of your hands on the wheel, all four windows down, music to the max. usually, you would find this embarrassing. but ochaco always seems so happy singing with you. katy perry, wave to earth, laufey, taylor swift, red velvet, any artist of your choice. she loves listening to music with you, often sharing earbuds. but she definitely prefers borderline screaming in the car with you. you secretly admire each other, taking short, (maybe not so short) glances at one another. the way she's enjoying herself makes your heart melt knowing how comfortable she is with you.
âŽâË kyoka jirou : she obviously plays her instruments to you. you love when she shows you snippets on some things she's been working on. the way she's so passionate and absolutely amazing at the thing she enjoys leaves you in a trance. her voice is music to your ears, and a soft smile grazes her lips when she notices how hard you're staring at her. if she could play you songs forever, she definitely would.
âŽâË momo yaoyorozu : like sero, her love language is gift giving. since she's rich, she used to often travel before attending U.A. she has countless souvenirs from a variety of other countries, some you didn't even know existed. she also loves taking you on shopping sprees, she doesn't mind at all. momo does so much for you, and all you can do to return the favor is show her an endless amount of affection. you feel guilty she does all this stuff for you, but she assures you that it's okay and she loves doing this for you and seeing you happy. your heart drops to your knees. (in a good way, of course. <3)
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SPYING YOUR FUTURE SELF
pile 1
"I've been through a lot of ups and downs, and I'll keep going through them, but I still have hope for a better future" I heard that from your future self, you're a blessed person but you also suffer so much! It's like there's karma (even though I don't believe it) that you're going through, somehow you suffer a lot, some have a very strong melancholy, it could even be depression here, that's something, but then I see you enjoying your own company, in peace and content and then starting to meet someone, but things are still cold, you need to go through one more thing, the universe doesn't want me to give too many spoilersâŚ
pile 2
Oh daddy! I'M SORRY BUT THAT WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MY MIND I EVEN LAUGHED, LET'S LAUGH HAHAHAH
Wow! You're going to meet someone very interesting, wow, take what resonates, for many here for the majority it's a man, but if you're not interested, it's a person who has a very strong masculine energy, some can be gender fluid, and wow, wow estoy caliente aquĂ, I see that this man will be the kind of man that Lana del Rey sings about, she would fall in love if she saw him hehehe, they can be much older than you, very lively, you're going to have the key to each other's hearts, he's a man with all the qualities, I heard everything a lady looks for in a gentleman, I'm hot now, please, I'm not flirting with your future love, but wow, he's a very well-structured person, you're going to be supported by him simply because yes, he's a very lucky person and you're going to feel it, he can work a lot, he's really going to be older, I'm with back pain here, you're going to meet them when they are transitioning, like in their 30s or 40s, something important in their lives, it's like a snake shedding its skin, a man who knows what to say, well-spoken, can be a journalist, a smoker, and have hobbies, you can meet each other on a trip, sorry, it wasn't supposed to be a love reading, but your future self gave the key to your heart to this person so it's someone important that they want you to know. Don't argue with me, argue with your future self. call me for a three-way relationship JUST KIDDING JUST KIDDING I KNOW THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO CHOSE THIS PILE AND ARE JEALOUS I'M PROVOKING YOU but call me if you want hehehe
pile 3
Wow, so many changes hahaha pun, wow you're going to build something very important and profitable for you, you can move to another country, you can have your own business or you'll know exactly what you want professionally and how to achieve that success, there'll be a lot of envy around you because of that, you'll be successful and people should want to be inspired by you but no they'll want what's yours :(, I see marriage for you here too, a reciprocal relationship with love. and quite traditional the ceremony, with a very pretty wedding dress, very vintage.
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You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously
Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.
Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.
Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !
Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.
And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.
Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.
And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he have Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.
Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.
There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :
Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.
Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.
And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhageâŚ
As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.
Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best he could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dustâŚ
Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.
A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.
And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.
Clearly not the same as with the heroes...
Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.
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Eroverse
Pt.3 - Alpha & Omega
Yeji x Male Reader (ft. Kazuha)
Good news. None.  Â
Bad news. Where do you even start?  Â
The worst would be the fact that you can't feel your body. Your eyes seem to be the only functioning organ. To add insult to injury, your whole body is bare, and your clothes are nowhere to be found. You curse yourself for not grabbing your clothes before you get teleported back from that boxing ring. No use regretting it now. Even if you manage to move your limbs somehow, you are trapped in a bar restroom butt naked. Can this day get even worse?  Â
To be honest, you expect yourself to develop some kind of resistance to all those headaches and pain after passing out four times in a day. Seems like there's no improvement. You can just hope no one comes knocking at the door. That leads you to wonder, how long have you been gone? The first time you encounter Rei or what seems to be Rei, it takes almost an hour. But at least she obeys every command you give so it isn't much of a struggle. The second time, however, you have to wrestle with Eunbi first before you finally tame her, as the quest had said. You are certain more than an hour has flown by.   Â
Your phone chimes with a notification nearby. No doubt from the 'Ero' app. You desperately want to check it but there's not much you can do when your body feels like a lump of clay. So, you continue doing what you initially were, staring at the ceiling. Funny enough, seeing the ceiling has become a kind of relief after losing and gaining consciousness multiple times. At least, it reminds you that you are alive. Â
Once again, you can't help but think of all the unanswered questions that have piled up even more after your encounter with Eunbi. The voice that consistently keeps praising you after you complete a quest, the idols that you have met who are not actually idols. You are pretty sure about that now. Are they replicas? clones? Then what does that make you? A test subject for some crazy experiment that involve fucking idol clones? As usual, no answer. Â
If you look at it from the bright side, ignoring all the pain and confusion, you have used two idols for your release already. Getting to fuck one idol should be considered universally lucky. But two? You had to save a nation in your past life for that. Whether they are real or not, they still look exactly the same so it doesn't really make a difference. However, the downside shouldn't be ignored either. If you try to complete one more quest, fuck one more idol, you might not wake up again. With each jump, your body seems to weaken. It starts with headaches and soreness and now you are paralyzed. Not really a price worth paying. You are not perverted enough to trade your life for sex. Â
Actually, you might have passed that point already. If you inevitably have to die, you want to go out with honor. Not as a naked corpse in a restroom. "Oh, how did he die?" "I don't know, probably from jerking off naked in the toilet" Yep. Not a good idea. Â Â
A few minutes pass and you start considering screaming for help. You have to sacrifice every bit of dignity you have but at least you won't die. Thankfully, it doesn't happen. Blood starts to flow again in your fingers and soon, you are well aware of the cold floor on your skin. Â Â
You sit up groggily, propping yourself against the toilet for support. Taking a few deep breaths, you picked up the phone. The screen is full of cracks, it covers almost every part of the notification on your lock screen but without a doubt, it's from the 'Ero' app. Â Â
"Congrats on completing your second quest. Please wait patiently for the next one"Â Â
Typical. Just congratulations. Not to mention you nearly got killed. Thank you very much. Â Â
Then your eyes move to the upper corner of the screen displaying the time, 8:48. You can't be sure, but you are certain no more than a few minutes have passed since you passed out. How is it possible? Even without the time you spent laying paralyzed, it takes at least an hour to do everything you have done with Eunbi. No wonder no one comes looking for you. Â Â
Maybe time flows differently in whatever places you get teleported to. Another mystery. Your head starts throbbing, a sign of an oncoming headache. God, can that app let you off for once? There's a silver lining though. Your clothes lie in a pile in a corner. You have to shut your mouth before you start screaming with joy. Â Â
After changing hastily and washing your face, you exit the room. Russell and the rest of the crew are still at their table, their voices getting louder by the second. The effects of all the drinks they had had are evident on their red puffy faces. They don't even seem to notice your absence except Russell, who raises his hand at the sight of you. Â
"Man, you have been gone pretty long, you ok?" he asks. Â
"Yeah, I'm fine.."Â Â
"You sure? You look like you just woke up"Â Â
He's not wrong but no use making him worried. Â
"Trust me. I'm ok. Just a bit tired, i guess"Â Â
"Have you been working late again?"Â Â
Gosh, this guy cares about you more than your mom. You take this as your chance to get out of here. Â
"Yeah, got some articles to finish. I have been procrastinating on this one I have to send tomorrow. Mind if I leave early? I need to sleep early"Â Â
"Of course. Don't work too hard, huh? You still have to write a best-seller remember?"Â Â
You simply smile and leave, grabbing your coat. The cold breeze offers you some comfort to the headache that's becoming unbearable. You just want to lay down on the spot and fall asleep. You walk back to your room, trying not to pass out on the way. The night is still young, and the sound of traffic and the chatter of people follows you everywhere. Ordinary people enjoying their lives unlike you, who have become a different person in just a day. You were a writer, not a good one but still an average Joe. Now, you fuck idols with the help of an app. Anyone who hear it will suggest you talk to a therapist, and you won't blame them. Â Â
And what is it that makes the app choose you? You have no special abilities other than the fact that you can mimic animal sounds and that's not even a real talent. Perhaps luck has finally found its way to your ever unfortunate life. But can it be called luck with how you become a step closer to death with each quest you take on.Â
You are so busy debating with yourself you are completely oblivious to your surroundings. If only you have turned your head to an alley across the street, you would have seen a dark figure with sparkling eyes that follow every one of your movements. A predator lurking in the shadows.Â
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A week has passed. The 'Ero' app is silent as ever.Â
You find yourself expecting a message for another quest despite promising yourself you won't let your perversion lead you to your demise. You should really start thinking with your brain rather than your dick.Â
Three days after your last quest, you even try to enter the 'Ero' app out of curiosity. The app closes automatically. After a few more tries, you give up out of disappointment and shame. Shame for trying to enter the app even after knowing the risks. Shame for being a hopeless pervert.Â
You should just stick to jerking off to fancams and pictures, at least that way you won't be playing with your life or getting beat up by an idol. That's what you have been doing since you got smitten by those kpop girls but after the quests you have done, it becomes tedious. You will still pump a load or two after seeing Karina's tits or Sohee's ass but it's nothing compared to Rei's blowjob or Eunbi's titjob. You have become addicted. Â
Ironically, you even find yourself dreaming of the darkness, the mahogany room and the boxing ring. This is what Eve might have felt when she's told not to eat the forbidden fruit, you think. Because forbidden things are the most tempting. Â
You still write but no longer out of pleasure, just to survive. And that reminds you, you should stop eating take outs and cook something yourself for once. Your room was a mess but now it's a whole trash pile. Plastic boxes and cups from all the take outs you order lie in a mountain at the sink. The trash car comes, you are just too lazy to throw it out. And if you don't do something about that stack of papers on the table, it's gonna touch the ceiling soon. Â
In short, you have become a mess. Every time your phone chimes, you would check it in a heartbeat, expecting a text from the 'Ero' app. But of course, it isn't. The app has gone ghost quiet. You are desperately seeking to complete just one more quest. One more idol to fuck.Â
You rarely go outside and ignore all the messages your friends and colleagues sent you. There's only one message you want to receive which never comes.Â
After a week of living like a vampire, a realization hits you. One so obvious you feel like an idiot not thinking about it sooner. All the problems you are facing are rooted from one single thing, the 'Ero' app. If you delete it, your suffering might end. You can even pretend everything that happened was a dream.Â
So, you get out of the bed which you have been laying on for hours and grab your phone on the table. The sudden burst of light in the dark room as the screen opens leaves you seeing black spots. It is nighttime but you haven't opened your curtains in a while, so it doesn't really make a difference. Â
You swipe till you land on the 'Ero' app. That little black heart icon. You press on it and the uninstall option pops off. 'Finally' you think. 'It's gonna be over. No more crazy stuffs' though a small voice somewhere in your mind keep insisting. 'But what of the pleasure that rivals no other? What of the idols you will meet?' 'Fuck this' you answer. It's true you are a pervert, but you are not hopeless. You won't die so that you can fuck some clone of an idol. Â
Determined, you raise your thumb and nearly press on the uninstall button until- Â
Your phone chimes. A notification on the top of the screen. Â
"New quest ready, ready for your next adventure chosen one?"Â
God damn it. Just when you are determined, this app has to come and ruin it. All the walls you have put up about not being a hopeless pervert crumbles in milliseconds. You want this after all. You don't want the app gone. You are just mas that it won't give you a quest. Now what you have been begging for a week is right in front of your eyes. You have to make a choice. Yes or No?Â
This quest can be your last. A punishment for letting your dick makes your decisions. You can ignore it. Delete the app and go on with your life as normal. But will your life ever be normal after deleting the app? Who can say you won't be wondering what the third quest would be and which idol you would meet? And worst of all, you will become ordinary again without the app. No more magic portals to creepy rooms. Â
You don't want to be ordinary. You have tried your best to become something others aren't all your life. Now, the chance has been presented to you. Your own personal paradise. All yours. No one else's. Â
So, you tap on the message, opening the app to the loading screen with the black heart. Even the sight of it gets excitement creeping up your legs already. Then you close your eyes immediately before they get torched by that blinding flash. After waiting for a minute just to be safe, you open your eyes again. A text box sits in the center of the screen, instructions to your next quest. Except that you can't read them.Â
The words are fuzzy and blurred. Some even completely redacted by black lines. It is as though someone has made them unreadable on purpose. What the hell is going on?Â
This can be another challenge, a harder quest. Even more difficult than trying to defeat an idol who nearly crashes you to pulp. A higher risk of death. A tinge of regret starts to overwhelm you but it's too late.Â
The all-familiar darkness envelopes you once again. Then comes the icy cold spike that tears through your organs. Your vision fades and you crumple like paper.Â
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Your old friend accompanies your wake. Of course, it's the headache. Fortunately, it isn't as strong as before or maybe you have just been out of touch you forget the pain. Nevertheless, you are alive. Â
You don't get to celebrate much though because the sight that greets you when you open your eyes sucks the joy right out of your heart. It isn't the ceiling this time. At least seeing the ceiling would have been a comfort. What you see is anything but comforting.Â
To start, you are not in a room like you were the last two quests. You are surrounded by marble columns that support the circular dome on top. A temple like those in Greek times. A huge part of the building has crumbled, giving you a clear view of what lies ahead. Â
Your heart leaps. Before your eyes lies what you can only describe as an apocalyptic city. Actually, an apocalyptic Greek city. Smoke billows from several temples writhed in flames. Most of the bronze and marble statues lining the sandy paths are missing a body part, some have been completely destroyed. A colosseum crumbles to dust right in front of your eyes though you have no idea what a Roman structure is doing in a Greek city. It would have been a beautiful place if it's not for the fact that it looks like a war zone. Â
The temple you are in is not holding out really well either. From time to time, debris would fall from the ceiling, and you can only hope the roof won't collapse on top of you. You try to move and that's when you realize you have been tied up. Looking down, you find yourself bound to a chair with metal chains, your hands at the back. Your legs are no exception either. They have been tied up as well.Â
This quest is starting to look hopeless already. It would be so easy for someone to gut you right now and you can do nothing but watch. You could call out for help except that there isn't a living being in sight. Even if someone does come, you can't be certain if they are friends or foes.Â
You remember the surge of strength that has come to you when you were at the brink of death. It would be really really helpful if you could get that kind of help right now. Though you doubt that kind of chance will be given twice.Â
"Oh, he can't help you this time" As if reading your thoughts, a voice rings out behind a column. Â
The owner of the voice emerges. A figure with fiery red hair wearing a top of matching color. The black jeans accentuate her slender legs. Her ruby red eyes fixed on you with a steely gaze. Yeji, the leader of Itzy.Â
"Ehm....Yeji?" Obviously, the idol before you is not the real Yeji. But you ask anyway.Â
"In a sense" She replies. "But that won't matter anymore after I kill you"Â
Just wonderful. Another idol who wants you dead. Â
"I gotta praise you though. You are pretty strong compared to those before you"Â
"Others? What are you talking about?"Â
"Oh, do you think you are the only one chosen by the app, chosen one?" She strains the last part just to sound sarcastic. Â
"Look, I don't even understand what's happening much less answer your questions. I don't even know why you want to kill me"Â
"Oh, you very much do" She snaps back. "Rei? Eunbi? The things you did to them. You are lucky I let you live this long"Â
"I was just doing what the app told me to"Â
"Oh, yes. That stupid 'Ero' app. You love it so much you walked right into my trap"Â
The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water. The quest that arrives right when the app is nearly deleted. The distorted letters. Â
"It's you" You say. "You are the one who set up this quest"Â
"Correct" Her voice is dripping with glee. "Aren't I clever?"Â
"Ok, Yeji....or whatever. If you let me go, I promise I won't-"Â
"Oh, shut up. You will follow where your dick leads you"Â
She's not wrong. Still, it sort of hurts.Â
"There's nothing you will get out of killing me" You try the other route.Â
"Oh, there's a lot I can get out of killing you" Yeji muses, walking closer. "And I will start by destroying the thing that have been distracting my kind"Â
You don't know what she means but you don't need to wonder for long because with the flick of her wrist, your shorts come off. Look, you know some guys are really into the bondage stuff when the girl ties you up and all, but it isn't much fun when your partner is trying to kill you. But there's a bigger threat than getting killed right now.Â
"Wait, you don't mean my-" Â
"Dick? Yes. If it's gone, you can no longer bother us, right?"Â
"You can't do that! It's illegal"Â
"Look around you. You are no longer on earth"Â
You are making empty threats, and you know it too well. But you don't want your bloodline to end with you.Â
"Look, maybe we can make a deal or something"Â
"Too late" Yeji unfolds her palm and a gladius, a roman sword, manifests out of thin air. She's definitely not human.Â
You tilt your head in panic as the point hovers over your throat. Â
"I should have just killed you but where's the fun in that?"Â
Your breath hitches. You don't trust yourself to talk without blabbering out more pleas that will make Yeji even madder. And even worse, your dick is rock hard because of the adrenaline. Â
"Bye bye" She raises the sword and brings it down on your springing mamba. You close your eyes. bracing yourself for the pain. But it never comes because a voice cuts through the tense atmosphere. Â
"Wait!" Another female voice and running footsteps. You open your eyes.Â
Behind Yeji is Kazuha, the japanese member of Le Sserafim. Her pink satin dresses look out of place among the ruins of the city, like a runaway bride. Â
"Kazuha?" Yeji lowers the gladius. "Oh, let me guess. He sent you"Â
"You need to stop this. Killing him won't stop our problems"Â
"You don't know that for sure. One less candidate means less chance for the mark to emerge"Â
"What mark?" instantly, you regret not keeping your mouth shut. They want to cut your dick off for christ's sake.Â
"The mark of-" Kazuha starts to answer but Yeji cuts her off. Â
"Shut up" Yeji snaps. "He's going to die anyway"Â
"Stop this, Yeji. He's going to be so mad if he finds out"Â
"So what? He has been a dick all those times. You still take orders from him?"Â
"He can be crazy sometimes but it's our job to serve him"Â
"Bullshit. You are just too scared to disobey"Â
"Yeji, please"Â
Kazuha's words have no effect. Yeji closes in on you again and raises her gladius. This time there's no escape for you. Â
Then the strangest thing happens. A burst of energy erupts from your core, spreading to every cell in your body. All the fatigue and panic are gone. It's like being dipped in water when you are high. You feel pumped, ready to do anything. More specifically, ready to fuck anyone because the lust inside you has never been so strong.Â
"It can't be..." Yeji backs away, dropping her gladius. Her face that of pure horror.Â
You look down and nearly scream yourself. On your pelvis is an upside-down pentagram, like those used in cult rituals and its glowing red hot though you don't feel any pain. Further down is an even stranger sight. Your dick is literally glowing. Upon taking a closer look, you realize itâs surrounded by a golden aura like it's something powerful. All the chains binding you shatter to pieces, and you rise. Â
"The mark" Kazuha mutters dreamily. "It's real"Â
"No!" Yeji screams, falling down. "It's a myth. How could it be-" She picks up her gladius and instantly charges. You back away but there isn't a need. Because Yeji got thrown away as though hit by an invisible force.Â
She crouches on the floor, panting. "This is madness"Â
Kazuha just stands there frozen. Hey eyes fixed on your glowing cock.Â
But you only have a single objective in your mind. Ruin Yeji. Use her. Punish her. She is nothing but an easy prey. Â
"Stay away" Yeji shouts. In the end, the hunter has become the hunted.Â
You close in, grabbing her wrists and pulling her up. Then you slam her onto a column. You don't intend to hurt her though. She's in for something much worse. Â
"I will kill you" She mutters but the panic is clear as day in the way her words stutter. Grabbing her waist, you trace your lips across the pulsing veins of her neck all the way to her jaw. Then a bite on her earlobe. Yeji squirms.Â
"Still want to kill me?" The question is left unanswered as Yeji's lips part to give way to your tongue, which invades into her oral opening. Yeji's pupils widen when her own tongue got tickled by the foreign one. Her screams come out muffled. Yeji tries to pull away but the grip of your lips on hers is stronger than ever. Â
All the while, your hands make their way down to her waist belt, enjoying the feeling of her firm skin. Sliding down further, you slip into her jeans, squeezing that tone ass of hers. Â
The writhing of her body is cut short when you slid a finger into her tight asshole, which makes her limp like a rug doll. At first, it's hard to move much with how hard her hole grips you but after a few pumps, it starts to oblige, allowing swifter movements. Â
As you finger her asshole, you don't stop the mouth action either. You can no longer tell whose mouth is moister as your saliva got mixed from how long you have been tasting her. All that matters is you keep her mouth shut. The strands of red hair fall over, obscuring your vision partly but you press on, taking in her taste each and every second. Your dick is pressed flat against her tummy in this position and it's getting you even more riled up. You can take care of it later.Â
With your unoccupied hand, you squeeze her soft cheeks, which fold like rubber under your touch. The pace of your finger that keeps fucking her asshole remains unwavering. In fact, its pounding her now the same way your cock would. At the same time, you are tongue fucking her. Both of her holes are stuffed and there's nothing she can do about it except produces more degraded sounds.Â
Yeji's legs start to shake, inevitably nearing her peak whether she likes it or not. Saliva drips from the corner of her lips and a strand of the remnants connect your lips as your tongue exits her mouth. You are not letting her off. You just want to hear her moan.Â
"I...will kill you..." Her voice comes out husky, so it sounds more like an empty promise than a threat.Â
"Just shut up and cum bitch" Your thrusts become forceful. Perhaps you are hurting her but Yeji's moaning too much to care. Unable to resist the sight of her skin, you bite down on her neck, pitching up her voice. Â
Finally, Yeji breaks. In a frenzy of pain and bliss, she lets out a carnal groan which rings out through the temple. Juice gush out from her pussy when your finger thrust in one last time. Each time her body convulses, she lets out a moan, each one louder than the last. She is still trembling nonstop even after you pull out, her jeans stained with her own bodily fluid.Â
"Did you just come from getting your asshole fingered?" You ask. Yeji can only pant as she props against a column not to tremble from her legs that are on the verge of giving out.Â
From the corner of your eyes, you can see Kazuha, her arms folded, watching the whole thing without a single word. She seems to be on your side for now.Â
"Tired already?" You ask Yeji. "It's just starting"Â
The mark on your pelvis glows brighter, the red rays casting a translucent glow on Yeji. With an iron grip on her shoulders, you turn her around, allowing you the view of her round ass in tight jeans. The stain on her crotch area makes the scene even more lewd.Â
"Admit it, Yeji. All this time you have been a slut. My cock is all it takes to wipe that bitchy look off your face" Your cock presses against her clothed ass.Â
"I swear I will kill-"Â
You pull down her jeans just enough to expose her round butt, stealing the air right out of her lungs. Your palm connects with her supple flesh in a harsh spank, leaving a handprint in red. You deliver a strike for each word that leaves her mouth. It goes like this.Â
"I-"Â
SpankÂ
"will-"Â
SpankÂ
"kill-"Â
SpankÂ
"you-"Â
The white canvas of her skin is now streaked with scarlet stripes. And you intend to keep it that way because the way her ass jiggle with each spank is too hypnotic to get tired of. The cherry on the top is how she keeps protesting even through the stinging pain. But you are gonna change it real soon.Â
With one last strike, you pull back, admiring your handiwork on her ass, which is now the same fiery shade as her hair and tops. Yeji mutters another curse through shallow breath. This bitch is still as cocky as ever.Â
Pulling her hair to tilt her head, you whisper into her ear. "Still resisitng, hmm? Should we move on to your next punishment?" Yeji's eyes blaze with fury. "Bastard" Â
"So, we are doing it the rough way" You hold her throat in a tight grip with your other hand, restricting any more words from coming out of her vocal cords. Â
You rest your rock hard cock between her cheeks, the glow it radiates merging with her reddened buttocks. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out now. And then I wanna know if you still want me dead" Â
Yeji can do nothing as you enter her moist slit with one forceful thrust that ripples her cheeks. You don't know if she's a virgin or not but the way her walls hug you tight is giving you ideas. Nevertheless, you push on, breaking through the barriers of her fold with each thrust. It doesn't take much time for you to pound her freely with how wet she already is from earlier.Â
Soon, you are hammering her cunt without a care in the world, solely focused on using her as your vessel for pleasure. You will take anything her body can offer and that will be her punishment, to become nothing but your cumdump. Resentment and triumph take over your movements and each thrust leaves her even more breathless despite being choked.Â
You loosen your grip on her neck just enough for her to make audible sounds. "Still hate me?" You ask as you pull back all the way and thrust into her slit with all your force. She tenses, her back arched. She answers your question with animalistic sounds only a whore would make.Â
"Hmm, you still got a lot to learn" You slip your hands under her top, reaching for her mounds. Yeji's tits aren't qualified to be called huge, but they are still big enough to fill your palm as you knead them. When you twirl her rosy nipples between your index and thumb, she mewls like an animal in heat which is only natural with the way she's getting bred.Â
You slow down your thrusts, moving in and out slowly to enjoy the full feeling of her slick velvety walls that trace every inch you fill her up with. Somewhere far away, another building collapsed with a sickening crunching sound. A wave of hot air grazes your skin. But they can do nothing to disturb you from claiming Yeji's cunt thoroughly. Â
Her walls start to contrast around you, the sign of an oncoming climax. You thrust with inhuman speed, empowered by the mark, as Yeji had called it. Jolts of energy course through your veins at every moment and you are surprised to find that you are not even sweating, much less tired. You can breed Yeji all day if she isn't already worn out and used up.Â
Yeji's eyes roll up, her tongue hanging out in the perfect replication of the ahaego faces you see so often in certain animes. Another flood of her nectar pours out, coating your shaft. You keep fucking through her orgasm, chasing your own high. Yeji's body twists and bends but you keep her in position by wrapping your arms around her waist. Â
The friction over her slick walls becomes unbearable and soon you are pumping jets after jets of your fertile seeds into her womb, all the way to the hilt. If Yeji sounds animalistic before, now she's no different from an animal. Guttural sounds betray her lips as she gets filled up to the depths she never knows existed before. When your orgasm subsides, she becomes motionless, her hoarse breaths the only sign of life.Â
You pull out and cum drips out of her hole which is clenching onto air as if it needs something stuffed inside. Her punishment is a success. Yeji's got destroyed by the very thing that she wanted to destroy. As you stand there, grinning with victory, the adrenaline starts to drain out of your body. Your legs become sore, and the fucking headache is starting again. The mark on your pelvis dims and fades along with the glow of your spent rod. Â
"We need to leave" You are so caught up in the joy of dominating Yeji, you forget Kazuha exists. She's still at her old spot, watching you with interest and a slither of worry. You quickly pull up your shorts though there's no point being shy now. She has seen everything.Â
"Leave where?" You ask. "My quest is completed right? I will just pass out and go back"Â
"It's not happening this time. He wants to meet you"Â
"He?"Â
"Look, we don't have much time. He will explain everything to you. I promise"Â
"But-"Â
The temple rumbles. More debris and dust fall from above. Â
"Alright. Good idea" You and Kazuha make it outside just in time before the whole temple collapses. The sound of explosions and crumbling buildings ring out all around you. The air burns your lungs with each breath.Â
"Ok, hold my hand" Kazuha says and you oblige. There's no point arguing when you are in the middle of an apocalypse. As Kazuha closes her eyes, a gleaming orb surrounds both of you and you spiral down into a tunnel of light.Â
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(Have been procrastinating on this. Anyway, enjoy~)
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Headcannon: If The Sakamaki Brothers actually fell in love with you.
^â _â _â _â _â _â _â _â _â _â ^ Includes: Shu, Reiji, Ayato, Kanato, Laito, Subaru, and all of them together (Because I love all of them and can't choose). ^â _â _â _â _â _â _â _â _â _â ^
Shu Sakamaki đ:
âđ: Like all the brothers, he would hate he fall for someone who wasn't a vampire. He would try to deter himself from you, but he would fail.
âđ Converse-shoe would still be super lazy, but he would perk up a bit if you walked in.
âđ Would mock you even more. Calling you names and roasting you a lot, he would love your reaction.
âđ He would show off his violin skills and possibly play for you. He would try to make himself seem impressive.
âđ Shu would have a slight fear Reiji might attempt to take you from him since his younger brother has always wanted what he had. So he would be possessive around Reiji especially.
âđ He would sneak into your room and snake himself underneath you, so you were laying on top of him.
đ§You jolted up in shock when you realized the blonde vampire was underneath you. "Ahh! Shu-kun! What are you doing in here?!"
Shu smirked, his eyes still closed, and pulled you back down on top of him with one arm. "Shh... be quiet... you like this anyway... you lewd woman."đ§
Reiji Sakamaki đ:
âđ Reiji would first try to tell himself it wasn't a crush, he would stay away from you. Whenever you visit his lab or study, he would turn you away. Until he came to terms he was in love with you.
âđ He would start giving you tasks, which you somehow completed perfectly, exactly the way he wanted. He would start being softer with you and less strict.
âđ He would take time to teach you about things, and he would be more patient with your trial and error. He finds it very admiring that you won't give up so easily when you don't get the information.
âđ You would become almost like his assistant, helping him with notes, and labeling formulas and mixtures.
âđ Rei-Rei would keep you away from Shu as much as possible, in fear that you would fall for him instead.
âđ Even when you make a mistake, he remains calm and very early goes off on you. It surprises you, since with anyone else he scolds until they start crying.
đ§ŞThe glass hit the ground with a shatter, you froze in fear. "Oh god, Reiji-kun... I'm so sorry, please don't be ma-"
"It's no problem." He said almost calmly. "Just clean it up. We shall get back to what we were doing after."đ§Ş
Ayato Sakamaki â¤:
ââ¤: This man would know right away he was falling for you, but he would be meaner to you to hide it.
ââ¤: Eventually, he would try to impress you more. He would still be super mean, but he would do everything he could to make you notice him.
ââ¤: He would invite you to his basketball games a lot, and he would hang out with you afterward. Which made the other girls give you an evil eye.
ââ¤: However, he wouldn't lay up on you. Christmas Eve is the type to keep treatment the same. He'd still call you out by your breast-size, and drink your blood. (All the brothers might still drink your blood, but eh)
ââ¤: Keeps you away from his brothers, particularly Kanato and Laito because he knows they can be the most dangerous. Only he's allowed to hurt you.
ââ¤: If you were to ever do something nice for him without him having to ask, he would be stunned. You might even catch him blushing a bit.
đYou walked up to Ayato with a kind smile on your face. "Hey, I made you some Takoyaki."
He paused for a good moment, almost in happy disbelief, before he regained his normal stature. "Good, Ore-sama was getting hungry anyway."đ
Kanato Sakamaki: đ
âđ: He would be angry you made him fall for you, but after a few hours of angry screaming in his room, he calmed down and talked to Teddy about it.
âđ: He would get you gifts, like dresses, babydoll shoes, and hair accessories. You would become his only, non-wax doll.
âđ: In fact, Kana-na would never feel the want to turn you into a wax doll. You aren't like his past victims, he wants to watch you squirm forever.
âđ: You would get princess treatment, except when he's angry. He would yell and scream at you, but he would very rarely hurt you when mad. He would hurt you more when he's happy, and he would praise you after for being so strong about it.
âđ: He wouldn't just keep you away from his brothers, that's for sure, this man would keep you away from absolutely everyone. If someone so much as looked at you, he would slit their throat. You're his after all.
âđ: The amount of tea parties you had in his room would be uncountable. Sometimes you talked, other times it was just comfortable silence.
đ§¸Kanato smiled at you, not the creepy off-kilter smile that made you feel hunted, but an actual, genuine smile. "What is it?" You asked sweetly.
Kanato kept staring at you. "It's nothing, my doll. Don't worry about it. You don't ever have to worry about anything."đ§¸
Laito Sakamaki đ:
âđ: He would have no idea what was happening to him. You weren't like the other girls he had been with, and it confused him. His heart rate quickened around you, heat rushed to his normally cold cheeks and he felt almost... nervous.
âđ: Lai-Lai would probably end up asking Reiji what you were doing to him. Reiji would deadpan and explain.
âđ: Laito was first in denial, because that's not what he thought love was, but Reiji carefully told him everything. After that, Laito made it his mission to get you to fall for him.
âđ: He became the most romantic man on earth. Laito gifted you roses, chocolates, and anything else he could think of that you loved. Yet he was still shy around you sometimes and you caught him stuttering over his words a few times.
âđ: Almost all sexual thoughts left his mind, (He still had a few, come on, this is Laito) all he was focused on was wooing you, and it stayed this way for a very long time.
âđ: You would be very surprised by this change in him, and he would try to convince you nothing changed.
đŠLaito had snuck up behind you and put his arms over your shoulders. In his hands, was a beautifully arranged bouquet of roses. "Hi Bitch-chan." He purred with his Cheshire cat smile.
You giggled and took the bouquet from him, admiring the flowers. "What has gotten into you lately? What have you done with Laito, stranger?"đŠ
Subaru Sakamaki đ¤:
âđ¤: He would break everything in his room in terror. He didn't want to fall in love, especially not with you. Subaru couldn't stand the thought of hurting you severely.
âđ¤: Toyota would avoid you like the plague, hoping he would fall out of love with you. Somehow you always found your way into his mind again...
âđ¤: He was crazy over you, he started admiring you from a distance, watching you as you did your homework in the living room. He was scared he would hurt you if he actually approached you. Soon, you noticed and confronted him.
âđ¤: After that, he spoke to you a little more often, but still kept his distance. Subaru also turned up his tsundere level from 100, to 10,000.
âđ¤: Would be secretly leaving white roses in your locker, and also doing little things to make you smile without you knowing it was him.
âđ¤: Tsunbaru might never confess to you, you might be the one to make the first move. He would be way too nervous to talk to you.
đĄCarefully you glanced at Subaru, making sure there was nothing he could mistake for anger or upset in your voice. "Subaru, did you leave this-"
His red eyes flashed to you in what you thought was disgust. "W-why would I leave you a rose?! Leave me alone, foolish mortal!"đĄ
The Sakamaki's đđâ¤đđđ¤:
âđđâ¤đđđ¤: If they all fell for you, I wish you luck my friend. They will be competitive AF.
âđđâ¤đđđ¤: Expect their normal behaviors to either become more intense, or softer. It could go either way.
âđđâ¤đđđ¤: Reiji and Shu might try to battle it out for you since they will be each other's biggest threats. Ayato and Subaru might just fight too, since they don't get along well.
âđđâ¤đđđ¤: Kanato would end up dragging you into his doll room in the middle of the night. I can see him trying to brand you, burning his name onto your skin.
âđđâ¤đđđ¤: Laito would be relentless and would never leave you alone. You would have to fend him off 25 hours a day.
âđđâ¤đđđ¤: They all might just start fighting like little children, pulling you toward them like a rope in tug-a-war.
đ§đ§Şđđ§¸đŠđĄ"Boys! I'm not a rag doll! Stop or you're gonna break my arms!" You shouted over Kanato's hysterical screams and Reiji and Shu's accusations toward each other.
Laito yanked you away, which released you from Reiji's and Shu's harsh grip on your wrists. "She's right, Bitch-Chan will choose me anyways, so why is it we must make a big fuss over this?"
"God, will you stop being such a pervert for one moment?!" Subaru yelled, looking as though he was about to punch something.
Sadly, your wrists only got that break before Reiji grasped onto the wrist Shu was holding onto and bit down into the sensitive flesh, making eye contact with him as his fangs made contact. "You fucking bastard," Shu growled and bit into the wrist Reiji had grasped before, possessively biting down hard enough for it to leave a mark that would last a long time. Soon, you had all the boys' fangs buried in your skin, gnawing on you like you were prey.
"I'm the best, right dolly?"
"Tch, don't be stupid, Y/N."
"You're smart, Y/N. You'll choose me."
"You lewd woman, choose the best choice."
"Ore-sama, obviously."
"Or your Laito-kun, Bitch-Chan."đ§đ§Şđđ§¸đŠđĄ
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How are goro and daisuku doing? Didnât daisuki have a green haired gf?
YES HER NAME IS REI AND HE IS IN LOVE WITH HER. Daisuki really doesn't like Goro (he only hears about him never finds out his name or real identity) Cuz Genki (rei's ex bf) basically beats Rei up almost killing her and scared shitless calls his big brother Goro (that he has a human trafficiking business contract with) to take care of the mess. He takes Rei into his car trunk and then tortures her for "sorcerer research" in his totally not shady warehouse in the docks. Genki changes his mind, feeling bed somehow and taking Rei out of there by asking Goro politely to leave her. Rei gets out traumatized and thats finally when Daisuki starts his batman sigma arc of avenging his gf. Rei isn't happy about it cuz Daisuki killing Genki would mean killing rest of the cult (genki has a binding vow with them that empowers him when they get hurt and Rei still takes that cult as her family, Genki or not) Daisuki is conetnt with the fact Rei will probably hate him forever for doing it but he does it anyway, tracking down genki and killing the whole cult together with Genki. They dont talk for a long while, Rei almost killing herself several times but hanging on to her life cause of a pinky promise she made with Daisuki a long time ago. Eventually they meet again and Rei forgives him and they live happily ever after, having a kid together until the whole Shinjuku thing happens and Gojo dies. Since Gojo meant alot ot Daisuki he has to take hit for the team, so he goes to shinjuku fighting Sukuna but gets turned into red mist during domain clash with weakened Sukuna. So in the end, Daisuki is the one that broke the pinky promise of not dying. Rei leaves Tokyo and lives in the outskirts Japan with her son Betsu Zenin. Rei keeps the name Zenin.
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p1harmony and the coquette boyfriend trend
pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader
warnings: none
based on this tiktok trend
a/n: just a cute and silly little reaction (while i work on tumblr girls) inspired by @yunhoszn đ this trend is sooo over but who gaf if i wanna put a bow on my piwonâs biceps i should be able to like⌠also piwon as a whole give me the vibes of that picture of the rotc kid saluting with the caption âme when a bad bitch tell me to do somethingâ so i tried to emulate that here too LMAOO
๨ৠkeeho
i already know kyoâs chornically online ass was made aware of this trend even before it actually took off, was going to bring it up to you, but being the stubborn man he is, opted out of doing so because he thinks it should be you begging him to let you tie him up in a little bow!! and heâs so real for that!! goes as far as reposting every single video following the trend he comes across, and starts humming the lana del rey song whenever your near so he can hopefully telepathically send you signals that he wants you to put a bow on his bicep and show him off!! his approach is a bit unconventional but low and behold it somehow works, and when you do ask him to film that tiktok he annoyingly pretends he didnât even know about the trend in the first place, as if you didnât pick up on his very obvious signs. says shit like âwhy a bow? but omg youâre soooo obsessed with me!â (and you are!)
๨ৠtheo
i imagine you bring it up to him and heâs just confused as to why thatâs a trend and what its supposed to mean, and even when you explain it to him he still doesnât get it. you show him examples and he still doesnât get it. ask you meaningless questions like âwhy put a bow on me? what does the bow represent? iâve never heard of this type of couple trend?â but his questioning doesnât mean that heâs opposed to it!! quite the opposite actually, heâs very endeared over the fact that you want to make a tiktok with him despite your relationship being fairly new. i do think he would rather have little bows in his hair rather than the usual tie around the bicep, please put him in pigtails and call him your pretty princess because itâs what he deserves! you two end up laughing the entire time you style his hair and film the video, and itâs little moments like these that make your relationship oh so sweet
๨ৠjiung
literally will do anything you ask for him because once heâs locked in, heâs locked in. when you timidly bring it up to him heâs gonna nod at you with big eyes and his little concentrated pout, reassuring you with no hesitation that yes, he would love for you to wrap him in a pink bow, and no, you donât have to be embarrassed to ask him for anything. i honestly think ji has a bit of a possessive side if his radio conversation with keeho about his future gf dancing up on other men is anything to go off of, and the fact that you want to claim him as your on the internet, even if it is for a silly little trend, makes his heart happy and feeds into that quality of his. once youâve filmed the tiktok, with one of his pretty fingers adorned with a singular pink bow, he gives you a kiss on the cheek and keeps the bow on for the rest of the day, even if he has practice later. this experience leads him to spending more time on tiktok despite his grandpa personality, and he searches for other couple videos you two can make together in the future :] just so sweetie pie
๨ৠintak
honestly just like keeho heâs on tiktok all the time and gets behind trends pretty quickly, so when intak begs you to do this new trend he keeps seeing on his for you page you arenât surprised. honestly, you had also been wanting to participate in the trend, partly because itâs cute and partly because tak has gorgeous arms, but you kept it quiet because you wanted him to work for it! itâs pretty amusing actually, he ends up forcing you to come along with him to the gym when he works out much more often just so he can lift heavy weights and flex his arms for you. he just wants you to deem his biceps worthy of being wrapped in a bow!! please donât tease him for too long because he will have a permanent sad puppy look on his face for the rest of the month. when you finally cave and wrap his arm in a bow he is sooo cheesed. had this goofy grin on his face and flexes his muscles which results in him accidentally splitting the bow in two, which both pisses you off and turns you on at the same time?
๨ৠsoul
literally is so pliable under your hands, much like jiung he will let you do anything to him with little to no complaints or even acknowledgement. he simply exists to make his girlfriend happy! you donât even ask him to film the video because you already know the answer will be yes (in the form of a strange sound), so you get to work as soon as you make way into his dorm room. you stay true to shotaâs reputation of being slightly abnormal by wrapping the entirety of your roll of ribbon around his entire body, mummifying him from head to toe and topping it off with a delicately tied bow at his ankles. he doesnât complain throughout the entire process, even if youâve interrupted his gaming sesh with seob. when you film and publish the ridiculous tiktok, you point your phone towards him so he can appreciate the fruit of your labor, and when he finally does get to see the video for himself he lets out the biggest laugh that puts an equally big smile on your face
๨ৠjongseob
you both actually discover the trend together! you two have a routine of cuddling up and scrolling through one of your for you pages, alternating phones each night depending on your battery levels. tonight, jongseob has your back against his chest as he scrolls through your tiktok when the trend first pops up on the screen, and you both get intrigued and scroll through the let the light in sound on tiktok to watch more. you donât say anything to him but seob can tell you want to participate, and he ends up sweetly informing you that âwe can do this trend if you want! i donât have ribbon on me right now though..â and with that your eyes light up. the two of you end up buying ribbon at the craft store the next day for the sole purpose of filming that video, and you both rush to his dorm afterwards to film the tiktok. you end up settling on wrapping the dainty ribbon around both of his arms and torso, the pair of you refilming several times to get it âjust rightâ. just like the other boys, seob is just happy to please his pretty gf!
Š kisseobie, please do not repost my writing!
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Jealous girl
Pairing: Chris x jealous!Reader
Wordcount: 5.1k +
Summary: where a girl from school, that you donât like, somehow knows Chris. Your school life and private life collide, as you decide to make rash moves to get back at her, and teach her a lesson.
Warnings: smut, jealousy, rich kid!Reader, use of y/n, theyâre seniors in HS, marking, possessive!Reader (if u squint), pet names, p in v, filming, creampie, unprotected
(A/N: ik Iâve been doing a lot of rich kid reader, but itâs just sm easier đ I'm sorry for any grammar errors, English is not my fist language. also, the song has like barely anything to do with the plot.)
Iâve been friends with the triplets for most of my life. We just click.
Iâve always had a slight crush on Chris, heâs the first one I met.
I was scribbling a drawing in kindergarden, sitting at a table all by myself, when Chris came up to me. He started to talk to me and rant about something, until he declared us friends.
We grew up together, went to the same elementary and middle school. But being a rich kid, my parents wanted me to go to a private high school for better education.
So now I go to a private high school in Boston, while the triplets go to Somerville high school.
At first I really didnât want to go, since it was a private school with uniforms and all. But my parents werenât letting up, and even threatened to send me to a boarding school in Switzerland.
So I reluctantly agreed.
There was this girl, Eva. Your basic blonde girl with green eyes.
Now, I never liked Evaâs friend, but that was years ago, and I donât think theyâre even friends anymore.
Anyway, me and Eva share the same AP European history class.
We donât talk a lot though.
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I walk down the hallway making my way towards the door. Today was a draining day and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.
But I have homework and-
My thoughts are cut off as I stop in my track raising an eyebrow. There was chris, standing in front of the main entrance of the school.
âY/n?â He asks excitedly. Itâs like my brain pauses for a moment.
âChris?â I ask back.
At this point I hadnât seen Chris or his brothers in a month or so. I was too busy studying and they were busy with lacrosse.
I live in Boston at the border to Somerville. And Chris lives in Somerville. But my school is 40 minutes away from his by car.
He opens his arms and I gladly hug him. I sigh as we embrace, my eyes closing briefly.
âWhy are you here?â I ask. After all, Chris, to my knowledge didnât have a drivers license and no reason to be here.
âWell, you know Eva? Well I gave her my jacket a week ago and I came to pick it up since she goes to your school-â He rants, his words come out fast and jumbled by how excited he is to see me.
âHow do you know Eva?â The words come out sassy. And honestly if i wasnât hyper aware of the fact that weâre on school grounds Iâd slip in a swear word.
âWell a week ago I was out in Boston shopping with Matt and Nick and this girl came up to me asking for my jacket since she was cold. Just out of nowhereâ he starts to rant again, but I donât even have half the mind to interrupt him.
After all, this felt like two of my separate worlds were colliding. And I didnât like it one bit. He didnât seem to dislike her like I did, wich only made me despise her more.
âAnd you gave it to her? A stranger?â I raise an eyebrow a huff leaving my lips.
I sound more sassy than I intend to, but I canât help it.
Students walk past us slowly. Being in a private school most people loved it here. They werenât pushing to leave.
We stand at the side of the main entry, still inside.
âYeah. She asked for itâ he sasses back, matching my attitude. Yet his smile stays big on his face and I could tell he wasnât serious.
âWhat if she stole it?â I roll my eyes looking back up at Chris who had a few inches on me.
âThatâs what I said too.â He agrees dramatically. âSo she offered to give me her snap and told me sheâd give it back to me next opportunity she got.â
That seems a bit dumb to me. Sheâs rich, she could just buy a new jacket if sheâs outside and cold.
âYouâve been talking?â I question. I cringe slightly at the jealous tone lacing my words but Chris doesnât seem to pick up on it.
âYeahâ he chirps back happily.
Oh so now they were snapping too?
He sticks out like a sore thumb. The way he carries himself, the way he smiles and acts, is just a dead giveaway that he does not go to a private school. Let alone, the fact that heâd not wearing a uniform like everyone else walking out right now.
Some people give us weird looks, but most donât even care.
I purse my lips, if my day hadnât been bad already, it was definitely ruined now.
The problem wasnât that he had friends, other than me. But the fact that I knew her and knew how much of a Bitch she is, and how he canât realize that.
The fact that he knew that she goes to my school, and that i probably know her, But didnât even bother to mention it to me.
âYou know what class she has right now?â He asks me. He actually has the nerve to.
âNo.â I roll my eyes. Honestly I couldnât care less. I only share that one class with her.
I turn on my heel to walk away, but before I can he grabs my elbow pulling me back slightly.
âPlease donât leave?â He asks sweetly.
I huff yanking my arm out of his grasp. Sure it could be awkward standing in front of the main door, obviously not going to this school looking like a lost puppy. But itâs Chris, heâll survive.
âChris, I have shit to doâ
thatâs a lie. I donât have anything planned today. I just wanted to go home and sleep.
âPretty please??â I huff turning back around. I stand next to him, my arms crossed as I scan the people leaving the building.
âCute uniform you got there.â He says licking his lips slightly as he looks over my body.
I was wearing the green plaid skirt. And a basic white, collared button down. Along with the schools signature green cardigan and the tie.
I had so many layers on it was crazy. Since it was a more chilly day in Boston I had my tights on, but under the tights I had Thermo leggings on to keep me warm.
Honestly if people at public schools think the dress code is strict they should go to a private school for a day.
Once three buttons from the top of my collared shirt were unbuttoned and I was dress coded for it.
Atleast the skirt wasnât horrendously long.
It could still be considered a mini skirt if you squint.
âYou say that every time you see me in itâ I scoff. I canât help the fact Iâm being sassy, Iâm just in a horrible mood.
âI mean it.â He answers.
But before i can respond I hear an annoying voice from in front of me. âHey Chris.â I turn my head to look at Eva.
The bitch is smiling wide. She was wearing the khaki skirt and the navy blazer with the black tights.
I purse my lips. God I wish I could dress however I want to for school.
âHi Eva.â Chris greets her with a hug.
I physically try to hold back a scowl. They talk about something and I drown Out Evaâs pitched, bitchy tone.
Of corse Chris wouldnât pick up on the flirting. But I see the way she smiles at him. The way her eyes trail over his face and linger at his lips for too long.
And I donât know why Iâm getting all territorial, but I guess Iâm scared that Chris wonât have time to hang out anymore if he starts dating.
Either that or I just know how much of a bitch she is and I could treat him better than she ever could.
âY/n this is Eva, Eva this is y/nâ Chris makes us shake hands. He introduces us like we donât know each other.
She chuckles at the silly gesture. She doesnât hate me and I donât hate her either. I just donât like her, and the way she acts.
Iâm rich, sure. And Iâm more wealthy then her, but atleast I donât act like a brat.
We start to walk, with them chatting, and me just trailing behind them.
We get to Evaâs car, sheâd said something about driving him home or something. Does this girl know he lives like more than 40 minutes away?
My skin crawls at the thought of them being together in her car for that long. All alone.
âChris come hereâ I wave him over for a second. Eva doesnât question it instead going on her phone.
He walks over to me. I grab him by the shoulder to pull him down as I whisper in his ear. âYou always pick the worst people to befriend.â
I let go of him. He groans rolling his eyes. His past two friendships with girls he befriended had ended horribly. But it was so predictable.
âY/n/n. Come onâ he scoffs. I turn to walk away to my own car to drive home.
Until he grabs my arm again pulling me back. âCan we talk.â He mumbles his arms wrapping a round my torso his chest pressed against my back.
âNot now.â I huff pushing myself off of him slightly. He wasnât holding me tightly so I get out of his grip fairly easily.
âY/nâ he huffs.
âDonât start.â I sass at him. I clench my jaw. I feel disappointed but not surprised. Eva wasnât the type to show guys sheâs interested in just how bitchy she really is.
âI gotta go, have fun.â I smile at him sarcastically. I let my smile drop as fast as it had appeared finally walking away from them.
But when I glance over my shoulder heâs already standing next to her smiling down at her.
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The whole week after she found out I knew him, sheâd constantly call him, and be around me and tell me stuff about him as if I didnât know.
Sheâd sho me pictures of them together, sheâd tell me jokes that Iâve heard before.
It was just the same old recycled bullshit.
Heâd told her that weâve known each other for basically forever. Why the hell was she talking to me like I didnât know him?
That weekend I went over to the triplets house like I usually do, ready to sleepover.
I was in nicks bedroom talking to him.
âGod, Chris always has terrible friends. And he needs to stop talking to everyone he sees.â Nick says with an eye roll.
This was our weekly complaining session.
âI know right, he befriended some girl from my school-â Iâm cut off by Nick.
âEva?â I nod.
âI met her a few days ago and sheâs so annoying.â He agrees slapping my arm a few times as he gets worked up.
âRight.â I scoff agreeing with him.
âAnd she totally has a thing for Chris.â He rolls his eyes hard.
I purse my lips. Good to know that Iâm not delusional and that someone else sees it too.
After that the conversation topic shifts until Nick is ranting about some random TikTok song, and about how itâs obviously written to go TikTok viral and whatnot.
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âWhere are you gonna sleep tonight?â Nick asks, lying flat on his back, on his bed.
I slept over almost every weekend. And usually Iâd rotate between whose bed space Iâll take up.
It is Friday, I always come over Friday after school. And then I stay until Sunday. And Sunday afternoon I go back home.
I always stay over on the weekends unless I have like an upcoming exam or something.
âUhm.â I pause. I should sleep in Mattâs room tonight. But I want to talk with Chris more.
âChrisâ I state. Nick doesnât even question it.
The last time Iâd slept over was over a month ago. and while sure, we did hang out in the past month, I spent all my weekends studying.
Nick had no mind to question me. He couldnât care less. I could tell heâd missed me, and knowing I was sleeping over was comforting no matter where I slept.
We talk for a bit more until I stand up and pick up my overnight bag. I hug Nick and tell him Iâm gonna head to Chrisâ room.
We really need to talk about making good friends, and who to not befriend.
Because it keeps happening that Chris will pick out the shittiest people to befriend. And god itâs so irritating having to listen to him complain after they âbetrayâ him.
I walk upstairs to Chrisâ room and unceremoniously swing the door open.
Once the door opens Iâm immediately greeted with the sight of the pale pink LEDâs on. There he was laying on his bed laying ON his side his phone up to his face.
âOh hi y/nâ he smiles at me briefly before going back to staring at his phone.
Chris usually called me any nickname under the sun before calling me my actual name.
Evaâs piercing voice echos out of the phone speakers making my expression sour immediately.
âHi y/nâ she says loudly. I canât help the eye roll.
âChris.â I hiss under my breath my eyes narrowed in a glare. He glances back at me his lips pursing in mild annoyance.
He tells her heâs got to go and that heâll call her back. Chris then hangs up, slightly sitting up, his back pressed against his head bored.
I walk in fully, now closing the door behind me.
I put my overnight bag on his desk.
âI think she likes you.â I say simply my lips tugged into a straight line.
He huffs a laugh as if he thinks Iâm joking.
I look over my shoulder, observing the grey sweatpants and white wife beater combo.
He crossed his arms staring back at me.
âIâm dead serious.â I say flatly. âEver since she found out that I know you, sheâs been coming to me in breaks and talking about you like I give a fuck.â
He poked his tongue into his cheek his expression falling flat âyouâre serious?â He asks his voice painfully monotone.
âOf corse you didnât realizeâ I roll my eyes turning back to look at my backpack.
âWhateverâ I roll my eyes. I grab my make up bag that I always had in his room and I walk out the room to the bathroom to take off my make up.
After a few minutes I come back to see him on his phone again.
âShit youâre right.â
Chris breathes out not even looking at me just saying that. He was going through previous messages only now seeing the underlying flirtation in her choice of words.
I raise my eyebrow at him before it registers what he is saying.
âI knowâ I say simply.
âHow do I let her down slowly?â He asks his eyes finally going up to meet mine. His blue eyes only seem more exaggerated under the pink LED lights.
Before walking away from the door I lock it, he sends me a questioning glance but ultimately doesnât say anything.
âYou know, like how do I tell her Iâm not interested, without saying that?â He adds still looking at me.
I walk up to the side of his bed.
I then roll my eyes getting on the bed. I sit next to him my back against the headboard as well.
Weâre both quiet, the air in the room thickening. I can practically feel my skin burning up.
âHow about you make a bold statement?â I break the silence after a moment.
Before he can respond I turn and get on his lap. My eyes are dark as I Simply sit on his thighs.
His hands go to my waist out of instinct. My arms wrapping around his neck.
He huffs out a breath his cheeks tinted a slight red. âWhat? you wanna make a sex tape or something?â He rolls his eyes.
I roll my eyes back at him. âThat would be bold, but I donât want her to see your dick.â
âOoh possessive?â He teases. Chris unconsciously squeezes my side making me whine under my breath.
He chuckles at the sound, but before he can comment on it Iâm speaking again. âI was thinking hickey , but if you want to fuck so bad then-â I cut myself off.
âWe can do bothâ he assures.
I lick my lips. And before I know it I move his face with my hand tilting his head to the side. My lips touch his jawline. I kiss down his jawline to his neck before I start to suck harshly.
He lets out a harsh breath his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows.
âEasy ma, you got all the time In The world.â
Ma. I genuinely donât know where he heard that, but at some point he just started calling me ma or mama.
Like I said, he used every pet name under the sun, before saying my actual name.
I pull away for a second my eyes scanning the small purple bruise on his neck.
âNo.â I breathe out harshly before starting to peck his neck again. Until I bite down, relatively low on his neck close to the other hickey.
I bite hard, making sure my teeth print would be there while also sucking another hickey into his skin.
He hisses at the harsh feeling, his hands clenching and unclenching on my waist. He doesnât stop me tho. Quite contrary, I hear a few whines leave his mouth. His sounds sounding borderline like moans.
I pull away admiring his neck.
I move the strap of his wife beater to the side, kissing down his collarbone. I suck more marks into his skin, until I deem it enough.
âYou wanna tap this, handsome?â I tease , my eyes meeting his pale blue ones.
His eyes are half lidded and his pupils blown out in pleasure.
Itâs really late by now. Itâs dark outside. And the light pink LED lights make his blue eyes look even bluer.
âPlease?â He asks sweetly his tone feigning innocence.
I can feel the hardness press up against my clothed core. I grin back at him, my eyes dark in lust and half lidded like his.
I cross my arms and tug off my t shirt. I throw it to the ground, letting Chris Bask in the sight of my bra covered chest.
The lust radiating off of him only seems to double.
âSo pretty.â He coos. And before I know it heâs leaning forward and kissing my chest.
He glances up at me through his lashes and mumbles against my skin. âCan I leave hickeys too?â
I chuckle at the question. It really didnât matter for me. My schools dress code is strict and I would have to cover them up anyway.
âUnder the necklineâ I nod simply. And before I realize it heâs sucking on the tender skin of one of my boobs.
He licks and sucks at the skin, half my boob covered in his saliva now.
I tug in his top. He groans against me, obviously not wanting to pull away. But he eventually does, I pull the wife beater over his head and throw it to the floor.
His hand goes up to cup my other boob while he kisses down from my collarbone to my chest and then sucks another hickey at the top of it.
I card my hand through his hair while I donât bother pulling him off. He lets me stroke his hair moaning into my skin.
He pulls away, his eyes even darker than before. his hair now messy as well.
I get off of him. He groans at the loss of contact. I can see heâs about to complain. But before he can, I start to undo my pajama pants and slide them down.
My black lacy thong and my black lacy bra match.
Chris had made fun of me for wearing such âsluttyâ underwear before. After all whenever I showered here I left some of my clothes, namely my underwear, here.
I had my own little section in Chrisâ closet filled with my panties and bras.
âFuck.â He breaths out closing his eyes briefly and then opening them again as if checking if he was seeing things.
He starts to shift and tug down his own sweatpants. He eagerly tugs them off along with his boxers letting his cock spring free.
My mouth quite literally waters at the sight of his hard dick lying flat against his stomach.
He lays down flat on his back looking to his side to look me in the eyes.
âPlease ride me ma.â
He says in such a pleading and whiny tone, how could I say no to that.
I walk past his bed to his desk and pick up my phone from where Iâd put it.
I walk back tugging the thong off swiftly. I get on top of him straddling his torso. I grind myself against his dick, feeling it glide between my wet folds.
I tug on my bra trying to get it off. And when I finally do, itâs also discarded quickly.
âFuck, youâre so gorgeous mama.â He sighs looking at my boobs, both of them having small hickeys on them.
He puts his two hands on my waist lifting me slightly. He trails one hand down to my folds examining my pussy.
I feel him push his middle finger into my cunt abruptly to wich I moan.
He hums as if he was thinking. âSo tight baby.â He coos his second hand on my waist caressing my skin gently.
âGotta stretch this pussy out. We donât want it to tear do we?â Chris asks sarcastically, obviously joking.
I lick my lips and let out a dry chuckle. His girth really did look painfully big. Atleast for what I was used to.
It wasnât like he was that big, but it was definitely well above average.
I hand him my phone so he can start recording and thatâs just what he does. He uses his hand from my waist to film this.
The camera pointing right at my pussy. He pushes a second finger in, briefly finger fucking me and scissoring his fingers to stretch me more.
âSo fucking soaked.â He groans under this breath.
Chris takes his fingers out of me grabbing his hard dick and jerking it for a second. I lift myself and he positions it at my cunt, while also making sure to keep the camera at the right angle.
I push myself down letting out a breathy moan.
His hand, thatâs not holding my phone, goes to my waist to steady me.
I suddenly push myself down on him completely. I whine loudly, my body jerking forward at the impact. He groans at the feeling of being balls deep in me.
âYou okay?â He asks rubbing my waist gently in comfort.
âYeaâ I breathe out my eyes closing as I try to get used to the feeling.
My legs are already numb and Iâm already questioning why Iâm on top.
I start to slowly bounce myself on him. He watches through my phone, his eyes glued to where we connect, seemingly fascinated by the sight.
âSo tight for me.â He breaths out harshly trying to hold back loud groans. He was painfully aware of the fact that his siblings and parents were home.
I start to bounce on him more listening to him shower me in praises and compliments.
âFuck.â His eyes stay trained on the phone screen, but he occasionally glances up to look at me.
I start to ride him harder the compliments and praise only making me wetter.
âGod, come on, get yourself off on my dick like the slut you are.â He huffs. His free hand lightly on my waist to help me steady my movements.
He tries not to be too loud, both for the camera and because everyone is home.
I lean forward slightly and take my phone from his grasp.
I film his face and his reactions now.
His hands go to my waist slightly squeezing my skin as I start to rock my hips harder.
âGood boy, be quiet yeah.â
I feel the knot in my stomach tighten threatening to snap. The constant hit to my sweet spot is so overwhelming, and before I know it Iâm releasing on his dick.
my hands are shaky but my phone is still angled at him, catching his mouth dropping in pleasure.
I clench around him letting out soft whines and moans, while Chris uses his hands to make me grind on him.
After a second when I calm down he grins. Chris holds his hand out for the phone that I give to him. He lifts me slightly to show the Camera the white circle my cum created around his length.
He makes no move to switch our positions so I just grind into him.
Chris turns the recording off and puts my phone on the nightstand. His hands find their way to my hips holding me tightly.
But before he can switch our positions like he was lplanning to, his phone starts ringing.
I glance ova seeing Eva as the caller ID. I roll my eyes. I feel pretty over stimulated already, but I want her to know.
âPick up.â I demand under my breath. Our eyes meet for a moment but he eventually complies.
He leans over and takes his phone, picking up the call with a frown.
As soon as I hear her annoying voice i start to ride him again, making sure that the slapping sounds are loud enough.
He tries not to groan at the movements, trying to keep himself together.
âEva, uhâ he pauses his eyes locking with mine once more. He canât help it when his free hand on my waist urges me to go harder.
âIâm kind of busy right nowâ
But she doesnât get the hint and questions him. âToo busy to talk to me?â
Fucking pick me.
âYeah wellâ he lets out a soft groan, pulling the phone away so she doesnât hear it too well.
She starts to yap about some unimportant shit. Chris puts the phone on the side of the bed sitting up.
I stop moving due to Chris harsh grip. He pulls me off and flips us around.
I grab the pillow re- adjusting it so the side of my face is buried in it, my ass up for him.
He grins a soft slap echoing through the room. He kneeds my ass trying to smooth the pain of the slap.
He spreads my cheeks and pushes himself back in. He immediately starts up a harsh and fast pace fucking me into the pillow.
âAre you having sex right now?â Eva questions sounding like a brat who was just denied a toy
He leans over for a second picking up his phone. âNo Iâm not, why would you think thatâ he scoffs continuing his relentless attack to my sweet spot.
My core throbs around him, clenching to try and suck him back in.
âOh my god you are-â before she can rant about god knows what, Chris hangs up the phone.
He scoffs his grip in my waist tightens as he continues to forcefully pull me back on him.
He goes to the camera app on his phone starting to film once again.
He admires the way his entire length disappears into my tight cunt, and the way he has a white ring around the base of his cock from my previous release.
He picks up pace even more, if that was even humanly possible, until I feel like im going to cum again.
I turn my face and burry it in the pillow trying to muffle my noises. Because honestly Iâd be surprised if the whole house didnât already know what weâre doing.
âCloseâ I whine out between incoherent moans.
âMe too ma. Hold it for a bit, yeah?â He says sweetly his harsh actions not so sweet.
âWhere do you want it?â He keeps glancing between the camera and me, sometimes angling the camera to show my back and the back of my head too.
âInsideâ I whine. And that mildly catches Chris off guard.
He only picks up pace tho, his palm meets my butt again, in a harsh slap. I moan at the feeling. âCome on come for meâ he demands.
And before I know it the knot in my stomach snaps once more my thighs shaking and my cunt clenching a round him.
The Camera is focused on my cunt. His thrusts get more sloppy and messy until he gives me one last harsh thrust.
Chris releases into me, filling me up to the brim and stuffing me.
We both stay like that for a moment to catch our breathes.
He stops the recording and throws the phone next to me, onto the bed.
He trails his hand over my ass and lower back, before gently grabbing my hips and pulling out.
He lets out a breath seeing his length covered in our combined juices, and me leaking.
He pushes me on my side slightly, so Iâm laying down fully. I sigh turning my face into the pillow my arm under it.
âYou okay?â He asks softly. Chris kisses my shoulder softly.
I just realized that we hadnât kissed once. This entire time, his lips hadnât been on mine not once. And I donât know if he did that on purpose or not.
â mâ goodâ I sigh closing my eyes briefly.
I nuzzle my face into the pillow, breathing out. I blink my eyes open again sighing.
I feel his eyes burn into the side of my face.
âWere you jealous?â
My eyes shoot open and I turn my head slightly to look at him. âAbout what?â I say simply playing dumb.
âWhy do you not like her.â He asks again.
âI never liked her.â
âRight, and you donât like that she likes me.â He states simply.
I scoff. âDonât flatter yourselfâ I huff and nuzzle my face into the pillow.
âYou literally have my cum inside of you right now, ma.â He huffs in response.
I purse my lips burring my face harder into the pillow.
âI like that.â He says again making me look back at him. Chris is looking down at me with a sweet smile
âWhat?â I ask and look at him from the corner of my eyes.
âThat youâre jealous.â Chris replies, his smirk ever so cocky.
âWhy would I be jealous?â I huff, replying sarcastically.
âDonât deny it ma. I think itâs cute.â Chris chuckles. He grins down at me victoriously. He lays down next to me staring into my eyes.
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A/N: this was so fun to write lmao. sorry for not posting in the past few days, I was just busy with school and didn't have the motivation to write. Feel free to to send me stuff my req and asks are open <3
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summary: y/n was always scared to end up like her parents and harry changed that for her
warnings: none?
pairing: husband!arry x wife!reader
Inspo from this tiktok
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Ever since she was younger
Y/n has always been afraid of who she will end up with at the end, she didnât always think this way. It started when she suddenly started to wake up to screaming, or when one of her parents would set her aside and talk badly about the other.
Even before, sheâs never seen them do something or say something nice about the other
You always questioned if they truly loved each other once upon a time or they just stayed to stay
Once her parents had gotten the divorce, thatâs when the fear got worse, she wanted to love and be loved by someone like she read in the books
She wanted to feel how obsessed you can be with someone when you deeply love them
Not having to worry about the worse
Itâs not she didnât know that not every relationship if perfect from how she witnessed her parents relationship.
She just wished and hoped too much that it got in the way of finding someone
Thatâs until she met Harry
He was a breathe of fresh air, it was the first time she let go of her worries and just let things happen without a second thought
Itâs cliche but, somehow she knew it was going to be him since their second date, but she wouldnât dare to tell Harry that due to how inflamed his ego would get
But when it really, truly hit her, they had been together for 5 years and had just married
They were in the backyard with a group of their friends just hanging out and catching up with each other from the busy week
She was leaned over the outdoor bar talking with her longterm friend Gracie and her husband was sitting across from them with Harry in the middle of the year on the lounge chairs with others as well
They were talking about how theyâve never seen Harry drink or smoke or bitterly anything that came to his as an obsession
âSo?â Michael itched on âSo what?â Harry smiled as he took a sip of his water âWhat are you obsessed with then, there has to be something that you craveâ
He thought for a second before smiling and pointing towards Y/n and said âThe only thing Iâve ever been addicted to is that one right thereâ
At that moment y/n felt her chest fill, trying so hard not to tear up and pretend she didnât hear him, Harry had always had a hard time expressing his feelings so him saying things like that, especially infant of people, brought her so much warmth inside.
Once everyone had gathered inside, they were the only two left
Margaret by Lana del Rey was playing softly in the background as they swayed slowly
âI love youâ she whispered gently against his lips, he smiled and pulled her closer to him âDo you nowâ he rubbed his nose against her cheek âYouâre annoyingâ y/n gently pushed him away before he pulled her back in âI love you more babyâ he mumbled against her lips, kissing her softly.
a/n: sobbed for hours after watching that tiktok I had to write something about it, kinda based on me (ish), but anyways enjoy!
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Patrick despises when other people touch him.
However he has a girlfriend whose love language is touch.
Hugging him when he gets home from work
Holding one of his arms when they're out
Holding hands during a date
Resting her head on his shoulder when they're sitting on the couch together.
Based on Patrick's facial expressions, you'd think he'd hate it, but he doesn't actually mind.
It confuses him to no end as to why he likes it, considering he thinks he's nothing on the inside.
Okay, now I'm melting, beware of Fluff ahead! đâ
Imagine Central Park covered in snow. It was a beautiful evening, you and Patrick were walking and talking about various things.
"Are you cold, (Y/N)?" Bateman asked suddenly, examining you from head to toe.
"No, why would I be?" With a cute smile you narrowed the distance between the two of you, your hands were close enough to make contact.
"This coat doesn't look warm enough," as soon as your fingers met, Patrick pulled his hand away and acted as if nothing had happened. "If you catch a cold, you will be punished for this."
"Oh, Patrick ⌠you are such a meanie," you chuckled, feeling your feet slip a little as the walkway beneath you was covered in ice. "We should go ice-skating someday, you know."
Bateman's face almost dropped, but then he slowed down and watched you glide across the ice as if you were on the rink. You laughed like a child, raising your arms for balance. Skeptically, Patrick kept looking over at you, staying close because he had a bad feeling about your innocent fun.
"Hey Patrick, look!" You shouted, turning to face him as you pointed to the large Christmas tree on the opposite side of the park.
"(Y/N), watch your step!"
Just after he warned you, one of your feet slipped on the thick layer of ice and you were about to fall, but Bateman caught you from behind and cradled you in his arms like a warm blanket.
"Jesus, what did I tell you?" Patrick instinctively held you closer, inspecting you as if you were a picture in an art gallery. "What a reckless woman you are."
To be fair, you didn't really have time to be afraid, because everything happened too fast. "Sorry, sorry⌠I can be so clumsy sometimes," you cast your most innocent glance at him, and his face softened. "Thanks for saving me, tough guy."
In addition to your words, you grab his bicep and rub it through his stylish coat, making him almost growl with pleasure. Fascinated, Bateman just pulled you into a gentle kiss that soon turned into something more lustful, his brawny hands wrapped tightly around you like a vine.
Patrick was the first to break the kiss as a loud sound of fireworks echoed around you and you looked up to see the beautiful ornaments painted on the dark sky.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" your arms were still around his neck. "I always love Christmas Eve. There's something magical about it."
"It's beautiful, but nothing compared to you," Bateman mused, suddenly taking your small palm into his large one. "I think it's better to keep you close, since you love to act like a child."
You were a little shocked by his gesture, but you only squeezed his palm tighter, letting your fingers intertwine.
When the fireworks ended, the two of you resumed your walk, holding hands, and somehow it seemed so natural and yet so unbelievable, but you would think about it later because now you wanted this moment to last forever.
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summary: jj's made a bad habit of sneaking into your bedroom at midnight.
word count: 3.5k
now spinning: radio by lana del rey
author's note: finally some jayj!! <3 writing this felt like coming home. i hope i did him justice! tags: adorably in love jj and reader. smut but make it cute (heavy grinding/petting, jj calls you princess b/c duh<3, he uses a condom bc no breeding kink here! jj sucks your tits through your (his) shirt because..yah)
JJ makes his way into the window of your bedroom, trying to be as quiet and careful as he can.
You stand back a little, trying to give him enough room to get in, but just as he swings his other leg over, he stumbles and a small succulent in a ceramic pot on your windowsill goes flying.
You freeze, scared that the thud of his leg on the window frame was enough to wake up your parentsâwho unfortunately share the room right next to you. JJâs hands stick out immediately to catch the little plant, and then somehow, he juggles it into place while steadying his feet.Â
You let out a sigh of relief, and he places the little plant safely on your nightstand.
âThat thingâs a troublemaker. Itâs always the quiet ones, huh?â He whispers, already knowing from all the previous times how thin your walls are.
Time before last, he leaned back against the headboard too hard while you were riding him, and just the noise of it hitting the wall was enough to result in a knock on your bedroom door. He blames you for that one, though, and the next time your parents come in, they notice youâve moved your bed across the room.Â
âThis one was your fault,â you reply, unsurprisingly giddy now that your boyfriend is here.Â
âNuh-uh, princess, that was all you. Whyâd you leave the cactus there, huh? You tryna get me caught?âÂ
You shake your head but you canât stop the smile from spreading across your face and the quiet laugh from escaping, trying to explain that itâs not a cactus, but the words melting on your tongue. You watch as JJ carefully closes the windowâheâd prefer to leave it open so he can sneak back out without much noise, but you get cold, so he pushes it down as gently as he can.
You canât help itâyou always end up staring, eyes fixated on his arms and the way they stretch and flex while he adjusts your pink curtains and makes sure no one can see inside. You donât care if the neighbors watch. Let them, you think, JJ and I will give them a show.
He turns around to really take a look at you, mind always going a mile a minute thinking about how deep of a slumber your parents might be in, if he remembered to grab a condom (heâd forgotten it earlier in the month and youâd been so disappointed, he had to eat you out for an hour just to apologize), and then he thinks he wouldnât be so upset if he did forget it. Finally he wonders if you have any snacks in your bedroom, which you normally donât, but heâs feeling hungry today.Â
When he finally takes you in, youâre standing there with that pretty smile he loves so much, the sleep sets you used to wear every night forgone for one of his big t-shirts instead, the ones with tiny holes near the hem, one thatâs probably been passed around between him, Pope, and John, but has now ended up in your closet as a permanent piece.
You told him a story a while back, about how your parents question why you never put on pajamas straight after dinner anymore, like you used to. Itâs because JJâs shirts are your pajamas now and you canât let them see.Â
âWhy donât you just, yâknow, change after they go to bed?â He asks after hearing that story, rubbing the small of your back under the very same shirt, wondering how smart a girl as you are didnât think of that idea first.Â
You donât answer straight away, instead pressing your face further into his chest and inhaling that scent which is so uniquely JJâocean and sand and that car smell since he was probably working on something before getting his favorite text of any night from you, from anyone, reallyâThey just went to bed.
You mumble something into the skin of his sternum, unintelligible and quiet, and he has to use his other hand to move your head up.
âSorry, princess, getting some static here. Repeat that for me?â He cups his ear to listen in, which makes you laugh.
âJust wanna feel close to you,â you repeat, even softer, immediately resting your face back on his chest once you finish.Â
Youâre sure he doesnât understand what you mean, because itâs deeply rooted in you, that you hate the way your parents treat JJ. Theyâre not so rich or Kooky to judge him for not being so, and theyâre overprotective of you, always have been, but they act so differently around him. They barely give him a chance, no matter how much you affirm that youâre so happy, that youâre only that way because youâre with JJ now.Â
They look at the stuff that doesnât matterâthe motorcycle he rides, ignoring the pretty pink helmet he got for you sitting next to his own. They donât know that he worries about keeping you safe, so much so that he borrows the Twinkie twice as much as he used to, because the idea of you getting hurt on his bike scares him. It scares him enough that he didnât let you ride with him forever, that it took months of begging to even make him consider the idea.Â
They look at his clothes and his shoes and donât like that they canât invite his parents over for dinner, donât like the idea of you going to his place but donât like him coming over either. When they do finally grant your permission to hang out with him at your home, you have to stay in the living room the whole time, television on and playing some stupid movie you could care less aboutâbut at least JJâs here, at least heâs holding you.Â
You feel embarrassed, about the reason why you wear his shirt, about how your parents behave, about how you canât do anything at your house but watch reruns and eat some snacks, your parents wafting in every now and then to make sure nothingâs changed.Â
And he tries, he really does, which makes your heart thud and causes a warm, happy tingle to extend from your ears to your toes. He shows up with flowers for the house, a bottle of wine for your parents, a bone for your dog.
Heâs trying to save up for a car so your parents donât associate him with the roar of his bike taking off and the danger heâs putting their daughter in (you almost cry when he tells you this, partly because itâs so sweet, partly because you love that bike, love everything about that bikeâyour pink helmet, holding onto JJâs stomach on a ride, the way he sometimes props you up on it and tells you heâll reward you if youâll be good for himâwhich you always are.Â
Putting on other clothesâclothes that donât belong to JJâin front of your parents so they donât feel uncomfortable at the sight of you in his shirt, is a sacrifice you refuse to make. Itâs your way of rebelling, as insignificant and silly as it is, affirming that youâre not gonna cave and end your relationship because they donât approve. Itâs hard, for a people-pleaser like yourself, taking a stand against your parents. You donât possibly expect him to understand, but you think he does that day, with the way he smothers you in kisses all night, and continues the affection on your sofa the next day, no matter whoâs watching.
He snuck in that night tooâpulling a pair of socks from his pocket for you.Â
âGot you some more clothes of mine, so you can take your little stand without it being so obvious-â He doesnât get to finish his sentence, because you leap into his arms to hug him so tightly, he canât catch his breath for a minute.
That had been months ago. Since then, you and JJ spent nearly every other night together, trying as hard as possible to stay quiet and not get caught. He seems more worried about it than you do, like tonight.Â
âYour dad doesnât have any firepower in the house, right? Like any bazookas or something?â he asks, walking closer to you, away from the window. You shake your head, laughing silently. Itâs harder and harder not to be all smiles around JJ anymore. âGood,â he says, not as quietly as before. He brings you in for a hug, arms tight on your back, face buried in your hair. âMissed you, baby.â
You hold on with your little grip for as long as you can, finding it even harder to let go after hearing him say those wordsâyouâd seen him earlier today, briefly, but this was his first time sneaking in since yet another scare a few days ago.
You only pull away because he does, taking off his hat and setting it on your yellow quilt. He sits down, beckoning you over, and you respond immediately, crawling into his lap like you always do. You could sit like this forever.
âIt should be illegal for us to go this long without seeing each other,â he murmurs against your shoulder, before pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. His shirt hangs off of you, giving him easy access.Â
âI saw you this morning, silly,â you whisper, not moving, head buried into his neck.
âFor like a minute,â his hands go to your hips, adjusting your position to get you more comfortable in his grip. His fingers press into the skin there, available since you were only wearing panties under his shirt, no shorts to get in the way. âCanât do anything to you in a minute.â
âThatâs not what I rememberââ but before you can finish, he silences you with a kiss, soft and chaste.Â
âHey,â he starts, while you begin to giggle at the memory. âI thought we werenât gonna bring that up anymore. Sâyour fault, anyways.â He trails off, kissing you again. âThat sundress has magic in it, or something, not normal-âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â you say, deepening the kiss, your whole face feeling hot now at the mention of the memoryâthe first time the two of you had done anything more than making out.
âWoah, woah,â he says, pulling away again, making you groan in frustration. âDid you lure me here under false pretenses? Are you tryna take advantage of me right now? Because I came here to cuddle-â
âShut up, Jayj,â and you go back to finish your kiss, your hips moving by themselves. You donât realize youâre doing it, you never do, until JJ tells you. His hands move down, grabbing the fat of your ass and squeezing while he makes you do all the work, for now, at least.
You work yourself up quickly, you always do when youâre with him, and you could finish just like this if he lets you, grinding your cunt against his hard-on, multiple layers of clothes between the two of you.Â
He likes to see you get worked up, so heâll let you do it for a little bit longer, lips still attached, his tongue in your mouth. He slides his hand around where your panties rest on your hip, knotting his fingers between the fabric, his other hand resting on your hip and loosely guiding your motions.
âFeel good, baby?â he finally asks, not loud but not as quiet as before, either. You donât care much at the moment.Â
âUh-huh,â you whine, feeling yourself get closer, something in your stomach winding up tensely and making you want to increase your speed. You try, but JJâs hand controls you, tightening up and squeezing like itâs a warningâslow down.Â
âCanât make a mess like this, remember, pretty girl?â he asks but youâre only half there, half paying attention. Your eyes are squeezed shut, skin feeling so ablaze that youâre sure thereâs beads of sweat lining your neck and face, hands gripping the material of JJâs shirt while you rock yourself back and forth.Â
He watches carefully, eyes raking in your pretty face all twisted like this, your lips swollen and red from the biting since you canât make any noise, your hardened nipples poking through the material of his shirt. He wants to wrap his mouth around one and play with it using his tongue, not even bothering to lift the shirt out of the way, but he refrains, since he knows youâll cum in seconds if he does, and if you cum, heâll cum.
âDonât care,â you exhale, breathy and pitchy. He doesnât even remember what youâre talking about. âI want your mess-â and your head tips forward, resting on his shoulder while he still moves you with his big hands.Â
Itâs all of it, all at onceâthe fact that you havenât been able to do much of anything, but especially this, with JJ in days, how hard he is and how good it feels to rub your pussy against him instead of your pillow, the fact that despite his shorts and your underwear in the way, you can almost feel the veins of his pretty dick, the ridge that usually has him slapping a hand over your mouth because you canât help the noises that come out when you feel it inside you.Â
Youâre so closeâand you donât care about the condom, about how everythingâll be sloppy and sticky after this, so you try to go even faster, until you feel the entirely too-strong hands of your boyfriend manhandling you, pulling you off and laying you flat onto the bed in one motion.
âWha- Jayj,â you whine again, so much louder than you thought it would come out. Your heartâs thrumming in your ears, brain turned to mush and clit throbbing from the sudden lack of contact.Â
âShh, baby, youâre gonna get us both killed-â and you look up at him with wet eyes and your signature pout, the one that gets you anything you wantâmidnight trips for ice cream, convincing him to sleep over even when he knows your parents will pop in when itâs morning, going on a ride on his bike when heâd thought it was way too dangerous. âMâgiving you what you want, okay, so settle down-â
You try to be as good as you can, watching patiently while your thighs tremble and an uncomfortable, hot wetness pools between your legs. JJ pulls off his shirt, frees his dick from the constraint of his shorts, and lets out a little hiss when he sees the wet spot on his clothes from where you were just having fun.Â
âDirty girl,â he says, but heâs smiling, not upset. âMade a mess already, even without me.â You let out more shaky breaths at his words, half-listening, eyes focused on the pink color of his thick cock, the way he strokes himself before putting the condom on. Your mind has turned off, every single thought except JJ leaving your head.
âGonna be quiet this time?â he asks softly, lining himself up with your wet cunt, eyes almost rolling back into his head at the way you suck him in. Youâre all tense, stomach in knots and pussy clamping just thinking about every inch heâs going to give you, the stretch he puts your tight hole through. You donât mind much though.
âYour fault,â you mumble, in a daze. You love everything about JJ, the way his hair falls over his eyes when heâs hovering over you like this, when he licks his lip when he rakes his gaze across your body, how he smirks at you when you get like this.
He lowers his face close to yours and your eyelids flutter shut, expecting a kiss, but instead he buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting and sucking on the skin while you try to stay silent, and then he buries himself into you, all the way all at once, and you strangle a scream back so it dies in your throat.Â
Itâs like itâs the first time, every time, with the way he feels inside, the way youâve never really gotten accustomed to how big JJ is.
âSure, baby, my fault,â he finally agrees, letting go of the hold his teeth have on your skin. That'll leave a bruise tomorrow, and the rush he feels from that goes straight to his dick. âThis oneâs my fault too.â
You donât pay attention to his words or the stinging sensation on your neck, because the entirely overwhelming feeling of JJ inside you, slamming in and out while youâre forced to stay silent, fogs your brain. JJ hovers over you, and your hands find their way around his neck, snaking into his hair, pulling gently while he lowers himself for another kissâhot, wet, even messier.Â
He keeps you this way often, so he can swallow your moans and let you be as loud as you need without much as much of a risk. Your bedroom fills with the slap of skin on skin, his hips ramming against yours.
Youâd cry out because it hurts, but the way JJ fills you is anything but painfulâitâs excruciatingly good, makes your toes curl while you feel that tense knot in your stomach beginning to unravel by itself, JJ hitting that sensitive part of you deep inside.
But itâs always more than thatâitâs his the messy press of his fingers against your clit, the way he dips his head and takes your pert, clothed nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue, and then when he hears you getting loud, he goes back to kissing you, quieting you. He thinks about everything so you donât have to, heading tipping back onto the pillow and squeals leaving your mouth without a second thought.Â
You knead your fingers into his hair, holding him in place so he doesnât pull away from the kiss, because you know youâre about to get loud.
He does pull awayâeasily fighting your weak grip to bring his mouth to your neck, kissing the love-bites he already left there. You feel JJâs hot breath on your ear, already a mess, already close, but you tip over the edge when he talks to you, as quiet as he can.Â
âCome on pretty girl, make a mess for me-â and you follow his instructions without another momentâs hesitation, the walls of your pussy fluttering and then clamping tight around him, moans swallowed into his mouth as he kisses you again. You writhe around, toes curling, entire body tensing, staring up at your pretty boyfriend for as long as you can before your eyes shut, mind numb from pleasure.Â
It doesnât take much for JJ after thatâthe feel of your nails scratching his back, how your pussy clenches around him, the moans he wishes he could hear loud and clear. In a final lustful, selfish thought, he imagines you screaming under him, begging for more, not satisfied until he makes a mess inside your little cunt and fills you up. He spills into the condom seconds after, grunting into your neck and wishing the two of you were anywhere else but the bedroom next to where your parents are asleep.Â
The room is silent again, save for the heavy breaths leaving both of you. JJ moves first, carefully settling next to you because the bed creaks on his side. He sits up against the headboard, safe because theyâre on the opposite wall now, and moves your tired, languid body into his arms, head resting against his chest.Â
âWell, you made a mess, alright. Hope you do your own laundry.â You giggle, hand coming up to rest above his heart, fingers tracing patterns into his soft skin.
He sighs quietly, a gentle sign he likes your touch. You could fall asleep in minutes like this, the heat from JJ keeping you warm, the content feeling in your heart making you smile dopily. JJ notices, leaning down to give you another kiss.
He stares into the distance with a hand stroking your back, under his shirt. He looks around your cute roomâthe overflowing bookshelf, the photos taped up on the walls (mostly of the two of you, he thinks with a touch of smugness), a pile of his shirts that are now your sleep clothes folded neatly in your hamper, freshly laundered.Â
JJ thinks heâd do anything to stay like this, with you resting in his arms, forever.Â
âIâm gonna do it, I swear,â he starts, not as quietly as before. Itâs a gentle sentiment, like heâs reading you a vow. âIâll do anything I have to, Iâll make âem like me. One day Iâll show up here and theyâre gonna be happy to see me. Iâm gonna get better.â
âYouâre already perfect, Jayj,â you whisper back, eyes closed because you feel tears lining up. He presses a kiss to your forehead. âYou donât have to do anything. I love you.âÂ
He smiles again, eyes closing. Heâs about to say it back when thereâs a sharp knock on your door, and the handle starts to turn.
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