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"Oh Jergal gave up his portfolios so his power level is like that of a demi-god lol"
I am a firm believer that if Jergal had the motivation to, he would absolutely fuck up the Dead Three, Kelemvor, and Cyric's shit all at once. Just yoink the power back. Dude just doesn't give a fuck. Sure, he hates Cyric and the Dead Three, but no matter what kind of bullshit they get up to, they a) can't kill him and b) really won't interfere with his paperwork. The whole non-interference thing is very Death God of him. The guy's Lord of the End of Everything, but killing everything at much was too much work and actively holding the power was too boring for him lmao
#dnd#dungeons and dragons#jergal#bhaal#myrkul#bane#the dead three#kelemvor#cyric#technically he's also the god of destiny and fate#he writes your name down and boom#literally nothing in the world can bring you back to life#imagine pissing off the god who is literally the embodiment of neutrality#evidently that's easy when you're a little bitch like the dead three or cyric#me back on my bullshit except this time its me yelling about forgotten realms gods#dear old kel has the higher rank but jergal is absolutely more terrifying#his whole thing is that he literally does not care#although its hilarious that the dead three managed to piss him off so much that he showed up and started actively helping the bg3 character#he doesn't even need money
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diet pepsi.

listen to - diet pepsi by addison rae na jaemin x reader wc - 10k genre - fluff and hotness, shy!reader, flirty!jaemin, suggestive warnings - shirtless jaemin x4, mentions of a "nude" pic, partying/drinking, a makeout session, aloootttt of sensual tension! a/n - HERE IT IS! thank you all so much for the hype over the preview. i hope yall enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it:) comments and feedback are always appreciated!! i read all of them! update: i still can't move on from that jaemin pic.
Accidentally walking in on your best friend's hot housemate half naked with a towel around his waist in the bathroom was never in your plans. But maybe, it was in his?

âWhy do you guys have so much Diet Pepsi in your fridge?â There is a slight cadence of disgust in your voice, judgment for the most part, knowing damn well no one drinks Pepsi â let alone Diet Pepsi.Â
Mark shuts the fridge door that youâve left idly open as you rummage through the kitchen cabinets for a snack. âIt was a late night purchase. The store ran out of all the good stuff.â
âNow, itâs left taking up space.â You snarl, picking through opened bags of crackers, chips and candy that arenât sealed properly. âYou guys never have good snacks.â Giving up, you make your way upstairs toward the only bathroom in this entire shared house.
âWell, last time I checked, you donât live here.â Mark hollers from the kitchen, a bit of sass in his statement. âYet youâre here all the time!â
âYouâre overjoyed Iâm always here!â Your body leans over the railing of the stairs, calling out to your best friend in an unnecessarily booming voice and a light giggle at the end of your sentence.
Mark doesnât respond and youâre deep in the hallway in search for the bathroom that is shared between four college men. Although youâre solely Markâs best friend, the other three guys have welcomed you into their house as they would their own. Honestly speaking, youâre only rambunctiously annoying when youâre just around Mark. His housemates know you as his shy and sweet friend.Â
Itâs hard for you to open up to others, despite these people being equally as close to Mark as you are. There is just not enough common ground for you to relate to them, as nice as they are when youâre at their house.
Jeno is probably the most similar to you, a man of few words and a smile that resembles a kind puppy. He doesnât contribute much to the conversation, but he is always laughing at their shared jokes and silly antics. Haechan is the most different from you, playful and Markâs nightmare at times. Lastly, thereâs Jaemin, a man who youâve found yourself stealing glimpses of whenever he is near.Â
Your heart leaps and twirls at any mention of his name, his whereabouts, him. Though, your crush on Jaemin will never come to light. You only let yourself admire from afar, a man as hot and charming as he is already has an entourage waiting on him. And Mark would never let you live it down that youâre practically drooling over his housemate.Â
So as you find yourself in front of the bathroom door, you donât hear the shuffling on the other side. You mindlessly turn the knob and open to reveal Jaemin, shirtless with a towel low around his waist. Â
He doesnât even flinch at the sudden exposure, clearly engulfed in taking a mirror picture. Both of his arms hold up his soft pink phone, his biceps flexing at the simple position. His broad, wide shoulders are on display and all you see is his bare silky skin. Youâre gawking, anyone can see at a mile away, hungry eyes tracing the outline of his toned chest and chiseled abs.Â
When he finally acknowledges your presence, a big toothy grin appears on his face. Your name rolls off his tongue excitedly, âyouâre right. I am overjoyed youâre here.â His lower register catches you off guard and something inside of you spikes at its rumble.
Jaemin watches as you try to find your words, tripping over your own tongue. He drinks up how your eyes bounce between his face and his bare upper body, lost in his canvas.Â
âSorry!â You quickly shut the door, odd that youâre the one embarrassed when he is the one who got walked in on. Running down the stairs, you slam right into Mark, causing him to fall back onto the couch.
âWhoa! Are you in a rush or something?â Mark groans. His eyes fixate on your flustered expression. âWhat happened?â
Youâre deciding whether or not you should lie to him, committed to not exposing and embarrassing yourself even further. âJust bumped into Jaemin. Does he normally not lock the bathroom door?â
There is a small quiver in your voice, but you try your best to remain nonchalant and calm. Mark raises a curious eyebrow, a shaky grin grows on his lips. You canât even imagine all the wild and inappropriate thoughts spinning in this college boyâs head.
âThatâs weird. Heâs usually good about that stuff.â He snickers, âWhat did you see?â
âGet your head out of the gutter.â You lightly slap the back of his head, but feel heat spread across the tips of your ears and run its way down to your cheeks. âI didnât see anything.â
âBummer, bet you wanted to.â Mark jokes, a fit of giggles erupting from his stomach.Â
You roll your eyes and proclaim loudly, âI have no interest in Jaemin.â Liar. The image of his hot body still hasnât left your mind. Itâs catastrophic. Crossing your arms, you plop onto the sofa next to your best friend.Â
Right on cue, another voice chimes in. Coming down the stairs, Jaemin dances his hand on the railing. His muscular arms catches your immediate attention as he flaunts around in a tight white tank, his other hand in the pocket of his gray sweats. âDamn, that really hurts my ego, (y/n), especially after youâve seen me naked just now.âÂ
Nonetheless, he doesnât look offended. Instead, a sweet smirk curves upward on his perfect face. You swallow hard, bashful and ashamed yet again that Jaemin continues to ruin you.Â
Mark is laughing his hardest, but you donât hear him. Your heart pounds in your ears, rapidly and loudly. âYou werenât naked, Jaem. Donât give Mark any ideas.â
Jaemin chuckles, tucking in his chin shyly. His charming smile is subtle, but dazzling. Youâre absolutely positive you have tiny stars swimming in your eyes just looking at him. He makes his way past you two, toward the kitchen to grab a Diet Pepsi out of the fridge.
âIâm sorry, Iâll remember to lock the door next time.â He apologizes, taking a sip of his drink and grimacing at the taste.
âWhat were you even doing in there?â Leave it to Mark to be such a curious cat. You nudge him in the rib and he winces noisily. âI want to know what you saw! You guys are acting so suspicious.â He sends a glare at you.
Jaemin comes up behind the couch. He leans over, handing Mark his phone. On display is the picture you witnessed Jaemin take a few minutes ago and the frontal view is even better than what you saw from the side. Your sharp intake of breath doesnât go unnoticed by Jaemin, but he doesnât call it out.Â
The picture could be considered a nude, even if it cuts right at his waistline. Itâs so scandalous and he doesnât seem the slightest sheepish about it. If anything, he and Mark are grinning together at Jaeminâs godly body, like two bros appreciating each otherâs muscles.Â
âYo, Na Jaemin! This is so crazy, look at that chest work.â Mark giddily hits at Jaeminâs chest, displaying a weird manly affection for his housemate. âAll those hours at the gym are paying off. Are you posting this?âÂ
Jaemin shakes his head. âItâs only meant for special eyes.â He glimpses briefly over at you, but you avert contact quickly. You think about all the people the boys talk about during their drunk kickbacks, but Jaemin is incredibly secretive. I donât kiss and tell, is what he always says when the guys try to probe him with investigative questions.
You normally try to pretend like it doesnât bother you, always helping him by telling the boys to mind their own business. Nonetheless, youâre probably the only person in the room who wants to know the most about his endeavors.Â
âThis is a nude?!â Mark jumps up and throws the phone back at Jaemin, rubbing his eyes in hopes to rid the picture out of his memory. âI love you dude, but Iâm not sure if I want to know youâre posing for nudes in our bathroom.â
Jaemin laughs, âCâmon, Mark. You donât have to have such a big reaction, just say you want me to send it to you too.â Mark shakes his head aggressively and youâre suffocating at the thought that you walked in on Jaemin taking a nude. A swirl of nasty thoughts circle your mind and you gulp at the desires that fill your lungs.
You get up so suddenly that Jaemin and Mark fall silent and wait for your next move. âIâm going home.â You announce, gaze stuck to the ground and fists balled at your side. âIâll see you later, Mark.âÂ
âAlright, do you need a rideââ
âNo, Iâll just walk. I need to take a breather.â Your legs are moving before anyone can follow after you. You didnât know what came over you, but spending another second in that room with them meant increasing your chances of saying something regrettable.
The cold breeze of the night cools your hot skin and fresh air clears your mind. It is still early in the evening when you check the time, but it is realistically going to take you 30 minutes to walk back home. You didnât think it through, frankly, but at least your head is clear from all the dirty thoughts about Jaemin.
Though, you wonder how whoever receives his photo would react. Would they combust the same way you did? Would they be left speechless at such a glorious man? Special eyes. It must be nice to have Jaemin interested in you.Â
When youâre left with your own reflection and about a quarter into your walk, a car pulls up slowly next to you on the curb. Initially, youâre cautious as to the random vehicle approaching you so intently.Â
However, the driverâs window rolls down and Jaemin calls your name. âItâs dangerous for you to walk. Iâll take you home.â
That annoying, rhythmic sound of your heart starts up again. Normally, Mark is the one who drives you to and back, but even you didnât think you could stand being in the car with him as he would endlessly tease you about Jaemin.Â
âThatâs alright. Iâm almost there-â
Jaemin gets out of the car and walks around to open the passenger door for you, âit wasnât a polite offer. Iâm taking you home.â His stern tone causes you to comply and enter his car without another attempt to protest.
When he enters the car, the tension in the atmosphere is heavy and thick. He turns off the engine and you can hear the quietness of the night again. You swallow the spit pooling at the back of your throat, unsure how to talk to him. This is the first time you two have been alone together, just you and him in one confined space. Youâre usually with Mark when youâre with the other guys.
âIâm actually really sorry, again. I hope you donât feel weird about seeing me like that.â Your heart crumbles at the genuinity in his apology. Your abrupt leave probably had him thinking he made you feel uncomfortable.
âJaemin, itâs fine. I already forgot what you looked like and itâs your house. You should feel comfortable doing what you want there.â Youâre downplaying all the emotions rising in your throat, but you canât help feeling guilty at the pout on his glossy lips.
âMark said that youâre not used to stuff like that. Is that true? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?â Jaemin looks over at you, a hand resting over the wheel.Â
You look away, his sultry stare being too much for you to handle. âMark doesnât know anything about what Iâm used to. I donât talk about that stuff with him.âÂ
Itâs the truth. Youâve had your fair share of hook ups, drunk makeout sessions at the club, and a previous relationship. So, you wouldnât say youâre as innocent as Mark always tries to make you out to be to others. However, youâre not throwing yourself at just anyone and arenât as open to sharing your experiences to people, Mark being one.Â
Jaemin nods, acknowledging everything youâre saying. âI noticed youâre usually quiet when all of us talk about our sexual experiences.âÂ
âYou are too, though.â You mumble under your breath, twiddling your thumbs.
âIâm too distracted watching how shy you get at the mention of Haechan getting head.â This statement, paired with his deep voice, is glass shattering. Something drops in your stomach, your feelings and thoughts colliding together into something unidentifiable.
Jaemin looks so good under the streetlamp. Even in the darkness, you can still see the twinkle in his alluring gaze and how much charm he exudes with a simple toothy smile. The desire to kiss him is so magnetic, you can feel yourself breaking at any moment.
âYou notice me?â Your brain has lost control over the words that spill from your lips. Your lustful and romantic feelings go into overdrive, saying things youâve never dared to say.
It is his turn to send you a confused look, as if it is the most ridiculous question you could have asked. âOf course I do. Itâs hard not to. You⌠have such an effect on me. I talk about it all the time to Jeno and Haechan.âÂ
This is shocking news to you. Youâve always been under the impression that the other three had no interest or a second thought about you, let alone Jaemin of all people. At the end of the day, youâre just Markâs best friend and youâre only really there because of him. His housemates are respectful and donât linger for too long when youâre around, so it never occurred to you that would be a topic in their conversations.
You stutter and approach slowly, âwhat do you talk about?âÂ
Jaemin chuckles, shaking his head and starts the car. âCanât tell you. Just know that I like it when youâre around.â He starts driving you home and you can feel the conversation fleeting. But you donât want to stop, you want to peel him layer by layer until he is at his core.Â
You two drive for some time in silence. When he approaches your neighborhood, he hits you with one sudden question. âDo you have feelings for Mark?â This is the one of many times he has surprised you tonight.
âNo!â You refute excessively. âWeâre strictly friends. He is nowhere near my type.â It is a question you get pretty often, given that you two are attached at the hip. Nonetheless, the thought of you and Mark together romantically makes you gag. He is nearly your brother at this point.Â
Jaemin raises a curious brow, âwhat is your type?âÂ
He pulls into your driveway and youâre presented with a window of opportunity. You dance with the possibility that Jaemin could actually be yours. After tonight, he definitely confirmed that he notices you.Â
Jaemin peers over with innocent eyes and a soft smile. His elbow rests on the middle console and his large hands hold the bottom of the steering wheel. And you canât believe that after all this time, he has been looking at you with such an endearing gaze. Gathering all the courage you have left, you clear your throat.Â
âGuys like you.â You say, rather breathlessly. You see his pupils dilate and his lips part at the sudden flirtatious confidence. Itâs like a lightbulb switches on inside his head. For once, you have left him speechless. âGoodnight, Jaemin. Thank you for bringing me home.âÂ
You exit his car, but he is quick to follow. âWhat kind of gentleman would I be if I didnât walk you to your door.â You almost make out the slight shakiness in his voice and youâre giggling at how dazed youâve gotten him.
Approaching your door, Jaemin turns your cheek to face him. His hand remains hot against your jaw and you think in any second, he might lean down and kiss you. Heâd kiss you to the point where youâd turn to goo right at his feet.Â
Your knees grow weak under his hooded stare, âgoodnight (y/n). Iâll let Mark know that I got you back safe and sound.â With that, his hand drops and he starts taking a few steps backwards toward his car. Disappointment is evident in your reaction.
Your shaky hands unlock the front door and you look back to see Jaemin leaning against his car waiting patiently for you to enter. When you get inside, your back slides down against the door, heart beating fast, and you wallow in the emptiness that Jaemin has left you with.Â
The only noise filling the air is the sound of his car pulling out of the driveway. Then, your phone buzzes in your pocket and the notification causes your jaw to drop.Â
Na Jaemin (Markâs Housemate): 1 Attachment
âHoly shit.â Jaeminâs nude flashes back at you and youâre taking everything in. The events earlier today come flooding back into your memory. Lustful desires cause your stomach to stir, tracing the lines of his collarbones and following the protruding vein on his shoulder. Â
Na Jaemin (Markâs Housemate): for your special eyes xx
Na Jaemin (Markâs Housemate): still have no interest in me?
Blinking at the thread of texts, your head is empty and a lump forms in your throat. Na Jaemin, the man that you are.Â

mark lee-ave me alone: Party tonight, you coming????
mark lee-ave me alone: Itâs been like almost two weeks since we hung out, do i need to file a missing personâs report?Â
you: iâve got finalsÂ
mark lee-ave me alone: you finished finals we literally share calendar schedules⌠why u avoiding me
you: why are you guys alcoholicsÂ
mark lee-ave me alone: sounds good ! see u tn hehe
Tossing your phone onto your bed, you groan into your pillow. It has been a while since you went over, let alone seen Mark. After the moment you had with Jaemin, you arenât entirely sure if youâre ready to face him again. You had nearly fainted from all the emotions he put you through that day.Â
He also didnât reply to your text, but then again, you didnât give him much to work with. This is Na Jaemin youâre talking to and the last thing you want to do is to scare him away. So, the best response you came up with was the blushing emoji and embarrassment hit you all over again.
Nonetheless, you went back to that photo every night since and its effects remain the same every time. Widened eyes, hot cheeks, butterflies in your lower abdomen, wild thoughts. It has gotten to the point where your phone suggested making it his contact picture, causing the bashfulness to catch up to you.
Your phone buzzes again and youâre rolling over to expect another text from Mark. Instead, your heart rubs at your chest at the appearance of Jaeminâs name on your screen.
Na Jaemin (Markâs Housemate): canât wait to see you tn
Mark mustâve told them about you coming to the party. All it takes is one simple text and your feet are kicking in the air. Excitement replaces the dread that you were feeling before and youâre jumping out of bed to find a cute outfit.
When you finally get to the house, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation bubbles inside of you. While youâve looked forward to seeing Jaemin before, this time is completely different. He unlocked something that you can no longer control.Â
Mark lets you in, slightly buzzed, and the house is already packed with drunk people. Haechan is on aux as per usual with his perfectly curated party playlist. Jeno has a large bottle in his hand, pouring a line of shots on the kitchen island like a skilled bartender.Â
Youâre unconsciously scanning the room for Jaemin, Markâs words going in one ear and out the other. âItâs quite a turnout. We didnât expect so many people would show!â
When you take a quick look around, many are unfamiliar faces. Most of these had to be friends of his housemates, knowing how small Mark keeps his circle.Â
âWhat is this party even for?â Yelling over the loud music, you swear there will be ringing in your ears tomorrow morning.
âWeâre celebrating the end of the semester!â Mark cheers, excitedly with a big goofy grin. âThe guys mostly wanted an excuse to get their friends together and have some fun.â
âThatâs surprisingly more wholesome than I thought.â You nod, noting the pretty girls moving their hips in the dark and crowds of guys surrounding the keg. âVery fun.â You say sarcastically and follow Mark through the maze of hot bodies.
The kitchen is unrecognizable. Half empty glass pitchers and plastic cups line the sticky marble counters, they were definitely not getting their rent deposit back with all the tarnish.
It wasnât your first time at one of their parties, but it had been a long time since theyâve thrown something of this scale. It surprised you, mostly because everyone who lived here seemed so laid back that you didnât expect the large magnitude that they could draw in.
âDid you want something to drink?â Mark grabs a beer from the fridge, politely squeezing his way through those leaning against the appliances.Â
You shake your head, ânot right now.â He lifts a curious brow at your bottom lip between your teeth. Could he tell you were anxiously waiting for someone?Â
âSo, where have you been lately?â Your mind is extremely overstimulated with everything happening around you, and of course, Mark decides to have an open conversation in the middle of his densely packed kitchen area.
Shrugging, you play it off like everything is normal. âNeeded a break from you. You bitched about me coming over all the time, so I chilled out.â
Mark takes a swig, clearly not believing you. âThatâs the real reason why? There isnât anything else regarding someone who lives here?â
He is prying, digging, scheming. You can see it in his smug face when he knows he hit a soft spot. âDo you want to tell me? Because it seems like thereâs something going on that you wonât tell me.â
âItâs just interesting.â He shrugs, âJaemin insisted on going after you the night you walked out. Care to tell me what happened?â Mark giggles to himself like a high school girl sharing secrets. Rolling your eyes, the twitch of your lips curve into a small grin.Â
âIs that so out of his character?â You cross your arms, âJaemin has always been a gentleman unlike you, who let me walk home in the dark when you know it takes me 30 minutes.âÂ
Your best friend throws his hands up in defense, âI was going to go! Like I said, Jaemin beat me to it. He just grabbed his keys off the hook and told me he got it.âÂ
âAfter you told him I felt uncomfortable?â Anger rises in your voice. Quite surely, you sound more offended than you actually are. Nonetheless, that explanation from Mark did irk you a bit when Jaemin had told you.
Mark looks sheepishly at you and takes a timid sip. âWell, didnât you? Isnât that why you stormed off?! When have you ever talked about nudes, or having sex for that matter?âÂ
Scoffing, you couldnât believe him. Your face gets warm from the spotlight he has you under. Itâs complete disbelief that fuels your next line and you shout over the music, âThat doesnât mean I donât have sex. I have sex!âÂ
âWho is having sex?â The baritone voice sneaks up from behind you and a hot hand touches the small of your lower back. You seize up at the physical intimacy, turning around to see Jaemin looking as charming as ever. The pure visual of him has hearts in your eyes.
Mark laughs, not noticing how Jaemin snakes his hand around and rests it on your hip. He pulls you a bit closer so that your body leans against his strong arm. âWe were just talking about what happened between you two a couple of weeks ago.â
Jaemin nods, as if he understands the situation completely without much context. He looks down at you and smiles sweetly, âdid something happen between us?â
He doesnât break eye contact with you, barely paying attention to Mark, who youâve also tuned out of this conversation. The quiver in your voice is obvious and Jaeminâs eyes gleam upon hearing your sudden shyness. âNo. You just drove me home.âÂ
âYeah, you heard it here first.â Jaemin switches to an excited and peppy demeanor, as if all is well and you two arenât acting extremely suspicious.
Though, Mark is incredibly oblivious so he isnât hard to fool. He doesnât press on and gets pulled off to the side by Haechan to fix one of the speakers, leaving you and Jaemin alone among the drunken party goers. Your throat feels like it's closing in on itself, nervousness building your stomach yet again.
Jaemin swiftly turns you to face him fully, both hands holding your arms as he admires how youâve dressed up tonight. âIâve always liked this shirt on you. How have you been? I noticed you havenât come around lately.â
âIâve been busy.â Youâre as quiet as a mouse, but Jaemin hears you loud and clear. Youâre extremely conscious of the two of you openly together for everyone to watch or listen in, but Jaeminâs attention is solely on you.
âBusy avoiding me?â The way he asks is lighthearted. He isnât trying to instigate the way Mark was, it's playful and unserious, even if the question did hold some genuine curiosity.
âI donât know.â Itâs easier for you to be truthful with Jaemin compared to Mark. After that brief chat in his car, you felt like you could be honest with him as he was with you. As if somehow, that one pivotal night changed the dynamic of your nonexistent friendship completely.Â
You feel connected to him. Seen by him. âIf I did something wrong to make you want to avoid me, you gotta tell me.â Jaemin begins, sincerity heavy in his round eyes and tone.Â
However, you stop him from continuing. âThere is nothing wrong with what you did. I liked it, alot. I avoided coming because you make me feel nervous and shy.â Perhaps you are revealing too much too soon, but you canât help it with the way Jaemin looks at you.Â
He grins, âyouâve always been nervous and shy around me. Those feelings never stopped you from coming around before.âÂ
Youâre stunned at how observant he actually is. All this time, you thought you did a good job at keeping those feelings internal. Jaemin and you never shared an extensive conversation before that night, but you didnât completely ignore him whenever he was in the room.
Whenever you two would be physically near each other, youâd strike up small talk about classes and ask how heâs been â even if you had to build up the courage to say something.
You would always greet him back when he would arrive home or if he appeared from upstairs. There wouldâve been no way he couldâve seen how your hands fidgeted or hear your voice shake or when youâd avert your gaze. Right?
But he did. He saw through it all. And it hit you that Jaemin had really been observing you this entire time, beyond a simple notice. âSure, they didnât before. This time, things feel different between us.â âI like when you talk about there being an us.â Jaemin beams, âitâs cute. We never got to have that all this time.â He resembles a happy kid on Christmas day, opening a present that he had been good for all year. Itâs hopeful and quite touching that he thought about growing closer to you.Â
âDo you feel like itâs different between us?â You ask timidly. The feeling of possible rejection lingers in the back of your heart. This could all be a misunderstanding and you read it all wrong.Â
He ponders for a bit, eyes darting to the ceiling and then back at you. âYes, but not entirely. I think youâve gotten more comfortable opening up to me, but my feelings toward you havenât changed.â
Hadnât Jaemin brought it up, you really didnât know that your heart opened up as much as it did for him. It was all natural, seamless. He didnât have to speedrun questions like an investigator to get you to talk, everything just flowed. The second part of his answer did prompt more curiosity rather than something definitive.
How does he feel about you?
As you debated a follow up question, the two of you get interrupted by a small group of people pulling at Jaeminâs shoulder. He is brought back to the swarm of a party and youâre retreating into the background. âNa Jaemin! Weâve been looking everywhere for you.âÂ
Before he could excuse himself, they whisk him away deep into the dark sea of dancing individuals. Sighing, youâre left with the same emptiness you felt two weeks ago. Mark comes stumbling back, the beer in his hand now nearly finished.
âAre you drunk off of a Bud Light?â You snicker at your friendâs wobbly entrance. Your heart is heavy in your chest, but you let these emotions subside.Â
He takes a final drink, âIâm just feeling a little loose. I think itâs finally time you get some.âÂ
You give in, especially now that Jaemin has reeled you in and left you without any clarity. You need a drink to calm all the nerves that he lit up, ease all the pent up tension he created.Â
âOnly if itâs not what youâre having.â Markâs head swishes heavily on his shoulders, peering around to find the man with the alcohol supply. He gestures to Jeno from the opposite side of the room for two shots and you laugh at their silly roleplay.
Jeno walks over and greets you with a smile, realizing he didnât see you come in this whole time. He pours a dangerous amount of Vodka that overflows out of the small glass.Â
âDude! You suck as a bartender, youâre fired!â Mark giggles drunkenly at Jenoâs heavy hand and clinks the shot glasses. âBest friend shots!â He squeals happily at you.
You oblige, holding your breath for the intake of alcohol. Wincing at the taste, you down the shot as best as you can. Itâs dreadful, but somehow your muscles relax and your mind clears from the running thoughts of Jaemin.Â
âAnother one!â Jeno cheers. This time, he prepares three shots and joins in on the random celebratory atmosphere that Mark established.Â
The responsible side is signaling alarm bells to slow down, but the side intoxicated with disruptive feelings of Jaemin is silencing them all. So you think, one more shot wonât hurt.
Youâre unsure of how much time has passed. Twenty minutes? An hour? Maybe even two hours. It feels late and early all at the same time. At this point, youâre experiencing a good buzz after the last few rounds of shots with Jeno and Mark.
The liquid courage has you asking for Jaeminâs whereabouts.Â
âI think heâs upstairs in the bathroom with someone.â Mark slurs his words, clearly not knowing the magnitude of this information. Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach, a ton of bricks hitting you. Youâve tuned out the booming music and Markâs words play on a loop.
âWhen did you see him go up with someone?â You ask again, not wanting to believe Markâs words. Could it have been one of the people from the group that stole him away? An old fling. A friend with benefits. An ex-lover. An admirer. The list unravels itself like a never ending scroll.Â
He shrugs, itâs obvious this man has no actual idea what is going on or how much it's affecting you. âCheck for yourself.â The edge of sass in his tone has you feeling challenged. Mark always gets a bit snarky and direct whenever heâs intoxicated.
Youâre going back and forth with yourself â stay or find him. If you see him making out with someone else, then what? It would actually hurt you and you only have your own blossoming feelings to blame. If he is alone, then what? Will he finally tell you how he feels about you? Will he finally kiss you? The desire for that is enough drive for you.
And so you go.Â
Heading up the stairs, the mess of the party downstairs fades into the background. Your palms grow sweaty as you walk down the long hallway toward the looming bathroom. Light flows through the bottom crack of the door. Not knowing what to expect, youâre just hoping what Mark said isnât true.Â
Your hand holds onto the shiny knob, hesitant to get your ego bruised at the sight of Jaemin with another person. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.
Jaemin is in the midst of zipping up his jeans, the belt around his waist unbuckled. However, he is alone and oddly enough, the sound of the running toilet brings an ounce of reassurance for you. He looks up and your grip relaxes on the knob.Â
Upon seeing your figure, Jaemin shakes his head with a sneaky smirk. He goes about washing his hands as normal and says, âwe really need to stop meeting like this.â
âMaybe you should try locking the door for once.âÂ
âI do. Somehow, itâs always unlocked when youâre around.â He sounds so innocent lying through his teeth. Jaemin wipes his hands on the hand towel and leans against the door frame, ânow are you actually going to use the bathroom or did you know Iâd be here waiting for you?â
Your mouth opens to speak, but no words form. Jaeminâs gaze eats you up again, taking in your attire and dolled up look once more. His playful smile disappears and is replaced with a thin line, his jaw tightening. âSo pretty.â His low voice whispers, eyes never leaving your lips.Â
Right then and there, the want to kiss him surges throughout your body. There is nothing stopping you from diving into Jaemin, letting him have you utterly and completely. No consequences filter through your head, no other thoughts besides what his lips taste like. It could be the alcohol, but youâre fully drunk off his sultry stare and his feathering touches on your wrist.Â
He leans in toward you, head tilting as he inches closer to your face. Closing your eyes, you await the kiss youâve longed for. Blood pumping in your veins and heart doing somersaults in your chest.Â
âDid you drink?â You quickly open your eyes at his question and see Jaemin pulling back. The familiar feeling of disappointment floods your body too well.Â
âI took a few shots.â Youâre biting the inside of your cheek, trying to not look embarrassed at how badly you wanted him to kiss you. The smell of alcohol is still hot on your breath and youâre even surprised at how composed youâve managed to be.Â
âSweetheart, I donât want to kiss you like this.â Jaeminâs tone is sweet, but firm. Although you were nowhere near black out drunk, you understood his sentiments. He wanted to kiss you without any chance of regret. He wants to do it right.Â
âI blame Mark for this.â A heavy sigh falls at the end of your sentence. You roll your eyes at the sound of Markâs voice from downstairs. Regardless of your disappointment, your heart is still burning at how he called you sweetheart. You didnât know how good it would sound until it left his mouth.Â
In a blink of an eye, he quickly kisses your cheek. âThat will have to do for now.â Jaemin smiles, wide and toothy.
You donât have enough time to process, still stuck at the small pet name, as he whisks you back down to join everyone at the party. Your eyes widen, cheeks grow hot, butterflies grow in your lower abdomen, and wild thoughts swirl in your head. All of which didnât need Jaeminâs nude for these effects to arise.Â

âYou know, Jaemin has started asking about you a lot.â Mark looks up from his laptop, taking a break from his strenuous essay. It had been a week after the party and everything fell right back into routine. Youâd show up to their house as if you never stopped coming around.Â
The only difference is that youâre not here to see Mark anymore. Youâre here for Jaemin. As clingy and corny as that seemed, you left every day happy that you got to talk to him. The two of you had been texting since the night of the party, mostly brief conversations about your day, but he never forgets to wish you a good morning.Â
Whenever youâre at the house, Jaemin would join you and Mark when heâd come home. Initially, Mark didnât seem to notice that his housemate would linger for as long as youâd be here or that Jaemin would purposefully sit close to you, or those longing stares you two would share across the table.Â
It wasnât until you were drinking water and Jaemin had casually asked for a sip. Then, it clicked. Mark jumped, he pointed fingers, he accused. All of which, you two blinked innocently at him in confusion, Jaeminâs bottom lip touching the rim of your bottle.Â
Jaemin and you denied everything Mark tried to throw at you two, given that in all actuality, you two are only getting to know each other. He still hasnât kissed you on the lips. He still hasnât really spent time with you alone again, though you are incredibly nervous at that potential idea coming to fruition.Â
After the night of the party, youâve been wondering and waiting for his move. It did bother you the first few days, but his sweet texts always had a grin growing on your face. Jaemin played a very long game.Â
âReally? Like what?â You try to hide your undying curiosity. Not looking up from your screen, you pretend to browse through empty tabs to seem like you are too busy to care. But deep down, it has been eating away at you wondering how Jaemin feels.
Mark smirks, âtell me what has been going on between you two and then Iâll tell you.âÂ
Scoffing, you roll your eyes at his deal. âThat just sounds like youâre making shit up.âÂ
âSo there is something going on between you two!â His voice grows louder, a bit more accusatorial. His eyes narrow, âyou know I expected secrets from him, but not from you! Youâre my best friend.â Markâs sad pout tugs at your heartstrings.
A sigh escapes your lips and you give him your full attention. It didnât feel good having to keep things from him, but you thought to wait until something actually happened before saying anything. Nonetheless, since you canât stand seeing your best friend sad, you decide to just come clean from the beginning.Â
âHe sent you that nude!?â Mark gasps as you reveal the night Jaemin drove you home. The more you talk about your encounters with Jaemin and your thought process, the more you realize how much you like him. Beyond attraction, beyond his chivalry. A flower has grown from the seed he watered. Â
âNo wonder why there is this weird tension whenever weâre all together. Itâs because you two are literally eye fucking each other across the room.â Mark grumbles, but he lets you finish telling your piece. From the nude to the conversation in the kitchen to the kiss on the cheek. He now knows everything youâve experienced and how youâre wrapped around Jaeminâs finger.
A part of you prepares for the teasing and the gross kissing noises, but your best friend just nods silently. His stare is blank, like he is trying to process the everything and nothing youâve been through. Growing nervous, you shift uncomfortably on the couch.Â
âJaemin asked me about your favorite things. He told me that itâs something that would come in handy one day.â Mark clears his throat and can barely look you in the eye, almost embarrassed to share such an intimate question his friend asked about you. âHe also asked if I had feelings for you.â
Your jaw drops, heart falling to the pit of your stomach. This is unexplored terrain â the two of you never touched on the topic of potentially becoming romantic. It had always just felt mutually platonic. Sitting up quickly, you lean closer toward him.
He sends a weird stare at your sudden attentive figure. âI donât, first of all, donât get too excited here.âÂ
The anticipation leaves your system, falling back against the cushion and going back to your homework. âI thought you were going to reveal some crazy backstory with the way youâre acting.â
Mark laughs, mockingly. âWeâre nearly siblings. Iâve seen every bad part of you, your charm doesnât work on me.âÂ
âWell, the feeling is mutual!â You ruffle his hair, messing it up between your fingers as he tries to push you off. A fit of giggles fill the room that the two of you donât hear the front door open.
When the door shuts, you glance over to see Jaemin stripping his shirt. Cursing under your breath, your eyes remain stuck on all his bare skin. His whole chest and abs glisten with droplets of sweat, veins popping from whatever pump he got from the gym. His track pants hang low, the waistband of his briefs peeking through.Â
Mark laughs at how youâre practically frozen over Jaemin. Jaemin looks your way and his familiar, sweet smile greets you. âHey cutie, did you finish your project?âÂ
He walks over, his shirt thrown over his broad shoulders. Heat travels across your cheeks, you swear the temperature in the room went up several degrees. Youâre batting your eyelashes, but averting any attention from his defined figure as he closes the space between you two.Â
Jaeminâs heart swells at the sight of your shy antics. He canât imagine anyone as cute as you, so reactive to every little thing he does. He doesnât even see Mark in the room, all he wants to pay attention to is you.Â
âAlmost. Mark has been distracting.â Maybe your voice naturally gets airy around him, Jaemin just makes you want to twirl your hair and smile all the time. He takes a seat on the armrest next to you. As he crosses his arms, his biceps make their appearance once again â all voluptuous and strong.Â
âOh? How so?â He cocks a curious brow, finally taking a glance over at his housemate. Mark snickers at how differently you react to Jaeminâs casual demeanor. For all he has known, this is how Jaemin is. Heâll walk around shirtless, even pants less, as if it is any normal day. But since Mark kindly warns him that youâre going to be coming around, he complies.Â
Now, Jaemin just wants to drive you into delirium.
Your mind is absolutely wiped, there is nothing more distracting than a half naked Jaemin â this you knew too well. As you tremble over your words, Mark saves the day by falsely admitting how heâs been trying to chat with you so he didnât have to do his essay.Â
âAh, chatterbox. Iâm jealous.â Jaemin gets up and spins on his heel, heading toward the stairs. Your body unknowingly leans toward his fleeting figure, a pout tugging at the corner of your lips.
Jaeminâs finger taps along the railing, drawing a trail as he walks up each step. âI wish I got to distract you from your project, talk to you for hours.âÂ
Youâre freaking out internally, trying to decipher if he had just spit out an innuendo or if he genuinely meant it. You fight the urge to completely yell at the top of your lungs how much youâd love him to. Mark also bites back the scream that threatens to escape, not believing what he is a witness to.Â
âYou can!â Your chirpy, forced tone nearly cracks from your nervousness. âJoin us after your shower.â Even if you wanted him alone, youâre willing to settle for moments with Mark in them.
âIâll come, donât worry.â No flirtation, no smug smirks, Jaemin gently reassures you that heâll come back for you. And while the heavy tension in the air dissipates, youâre finding your heart to throb at his thoughtfulness.Â
âDude, youâre so whipped for him.â Mark giggles and youâre throwing a decorative pillow at his chest, very much embarrassed. âI should let you guys be alone, would you want that?â
The second Mark proposes his question, your heart shakes at the possibility of Jaemin and you finally alone again for an extended period of time. It is a nerve wrecking thought, you can feel your pulse racing. Not that you had avoided such a potential situation, but you didnât really think you would get the chance to. Now that your good friend knows everything, he has the power to help you out.Â
âI do.â Youâre admitting so much of your vulnerability that Mark actually softens at your tiny request. He nods and packs up his things without any hesitation. âBut where are you going to go?â You didnât want to seem like you were kicking out your friend from his own house.
He brushes off your guilty tone, âdonât worry. Thereâs a study session happening in 15 minutes for one of my classes.â With that, he slings his backpack over his shoulder and takes a moment to look at you. His facial expression is hard to decipher.Â
You stand and he holds your shoulders, âno more secrets.â Mark says with glossy eyes and a small smile. âAnd use protection.â He laughs, breaking the almost sweet and serious moment you two rarely share. You push him off and roll your eyes, though secretly grateful that you have Mark in your life.
Itâs agonizing as you wait for Jaemin to come out of the shower, being completely alone with your hypotheticals and expectations eating away at you. Thereâs no way you have the capacity right now to focus on your project and homework. Jaemin just consumed every bit of you.
When he finally walks down the stairs, fully clothed and hair freshly blow dried, you pretend again that youâre too busy to notice. He heads toward the kitchen to open a can of Diet Pepsi and makes his way back. Jaemin snuggles up next to you, arm draped around the back of your side of the couch and youâre drowning in the scent of his body wash.
âMark left?â He sips, his Adamâs apple bobbing and his jaw tightening with each gulp. Youâre lost in his seeping aura, wondering how the fuck he looks so good doing something so simple.Â
Clearing your throat, you place your laptop on the coffee table and face up at him. He meets your starry eyes and it takes so much in you to not break away. âStudy session.âÂ
Jaemin nods knowingly, leaning forward to also neatly set down his can. Almost immediately, the atmosphere in the room shifts from light hearted to heavy sensual tension. Not that either one of you expected anything to happen, but just being in each otherâs presence is suffocating and intoxicating all at once.
Now that youâre finally alone with him, you canât help all the nerves and flips in your stomach from happening. âI kept you waiting then.â His voice is raspy, causing it to sound deeper than normal.Â
Shaking your head, you say the first thing your heart thinks of. âIâm always willing to wait for you.â Jaemin lifts an eyebrow at your statement, noting the shock in your face as soon as it filled the air. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you onto his lap and youâre maneuvering your legs to straddle him.Â
This intimate position has your heart springing out of your chest, thumping so aggressively that you swear he can feel it against his own. His hands are politely placed on your back and he peers up at you with a sultry stare. Youâre holding your breath and unsure where to place your hands, losing your wits already at how things have escalated.Â
âIs this alright with you? Am I doing too much?â He cautiously asks, ready to set you back down to where he had selfishly pulled you from.Â
âThis,â Scrambling, tripping, catâs got your tongue! Jaemin doesnât realize how your mind has been lit with flames all from this one swift movement. âThis is fine. I like this.â
He smirks, âyou like being on top of me?â When he asks such a nasty question, youâre too bashful to play along. Jaemin chuckles, âyouâre driving me crazy right now.âÂ
You are? Itâs quite unbelievable that any of this has an effect on him. Perhaps he is better at holding back his reactive facial expressions, but Jaemin seems so laid back and unphased. âMe? Iâve barely said more than a few sentences.âÂ
âItâs not about the quantity, you can say anything to me and Iâd be smitten for you.â Jaemin taps your nose, in a loving and endearing way. Youâre getting a side of him youâve never really seen before â this head over heels, heart eyed fool. A part of you craves more of this, feeling special at how he only has eyes for you.
The other part is shocked that youâre even experiencing any of this, how did you get so lucky?
âJaem, are you going to finally tell me how you feel about me?â When you say his name, his nonchalant attitude almost falters. His ears perk up, eyes alert and a tighter grip on the hem of your shirt. âHow did we get here?âÂ
He purses his lips, contemplating long and hard about how he should go about explaining himself. Your voice is more stern, he can tell youâve been wanting to get an answer to this for a while.
âI like you.â Jaemin says it so easily, those words roll off of his tongue effortlessly that it surprises himself.
âSince when?â You donât mean to sound so interrogative, but all this time, this didnât make any sense to you. Maybe your own lovey eyes blinded you from seeing his feelings or that your own self esteem halted you from believing someone like him could like you back. Nevertheless, this all came about so suddenly for you.
A small smile grows on his face as he thinks back to the first time he saw you. Your timid introduction and you glued to Markâs side, but none of that could take away from how pretty you looked.
And when he first heard you laugh, like really laugh, he swore he needed to hear it again, and again, and again. Sooner or later, he found your shyness irresistibly adorable and he only wanted to interact with you more, but was unsure about your relationship with Mark.
Ultimately, Jaemin decided to keep his distance because you and Mark seemed more than close. However, the more he pulled away, the more you filled his empty thoughts and daydreams.
Whenever you came around, he found himself happier just upon seeing you for a brief second and hearing your silly anecdotes to Mark all the way from his room. If all you two had exchanged was a small greeting, Jaemin would be satisfied.Â
Until the night you stayed for one of their drunk kickbacks, and something inside of him unlocked. A new sense of desire? The introduction of lust and curiosity.
Jaemin noted the way youâd squirm, dig yourself deeper into the cushions, hide your face in your shirt. Your reactions to his friendsâ sexual adventures were typical, full of gasps and slight embarrassment, but your eyes were more than telling of your piqued interest. The one thing that he hated was that you never openly shared a single thing, even when asked.Â
So, that meant he didnât either. In a more respectful sense, he normally doesnât dive into the nitty details as much as his housemates do, but you were such a mysterious person. He wanted to keep himself that way as well, making him as alluring as you were. The art of not knowing, just makes you want to know more.Â
And when you would stand up for him against the other boys, that boldness only made you more attractive. Maybe you didnât want to know about his personal endeavors, regardless, you respected his privacy and were willing to break out of your shell for him.
What other layers of you has he not seen? That caused him to wonder how much he could push you, what other reactions he could draw out of you, and gauge if you had any interest in him.Â
In between your nervous stammers and long stares, Jaemin had some inkling that you might be into him. However, he couldnât tell if that was just his ego deluding his judgment or if it was the actual truth.Â
He had something less drastic in mind than you walking in on him in the bathroom. But, he thought if he waited and hesitated as much as he did before, there would never really be another chance. If you were disinterested, it wouldâve been a lighthearted mistake and brief awkwardness. If you were interested, then it opens the door metaphorically as well.Â
So in the spur of the moment, as he heard your voice and footsteps down the hallway, he quickly unlocked the door. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest as he tried to keep his phone steady.
Act natural. Be cool. Be confident.
He just hoped you couldnât see right through his desperate act. And when you opened the door and everything that followed after, it was enough to wash away any doubt he had before.Â
After dropping you off, he decided right then and there that he was going to pursue you.Â
âWould you believe me if I told you it was since the day I met you?â His voice is soft and quiet. Jaemin brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, gently tucking it behind your ear. âI was looking forward to your presence without realizing it. Iâd tell Haechan and Jeno how I was excited to hear your voice, even if it wasnât speaking to me.âÂ
He could be such a romantic, though this didnât come too much of a shock to you. You couldnât believe that youâd be the recipient of it one day. âSince the day we met. That feels like ages ago.â Your eyes wander off, trying to regain the distant memory.Â
You could barely remember the day Mark introduced you to his housemates. It was such a blurry scene, mostly because you were so painstakingly nervous so you tried to bury it in the depths of your mind. The only thing you remember was the tight grip you had on Markâs sleeve and Jaeminâs gorgeous smile.Â
âWhy didnât you try approaching me? Be my friend, get to know me back then?â You ask, a small edge in your tone. Instead of months of googly, heart eyed stares, you two couldâve been acquainted much earlier. Your relationship wouldâve been so far along, milestones wouldâve already been hit. A thousand kisses wouldâve already been exchanged.
Jaemin is well aware of his lack of action, âI wasnât sure about you and Mark. I didnât want to overstep and initially, I couldnât tell if you even wanted to be around anyone besides him.â Now his questions to both you and Mark made sense.
He wanted to be absolutely certain that there would be no conflict. No room for anyone else. No blurred lines. Jaemin wanted to do it right.
âSo, me walking in on you in the bathroom⌠was that an honest mistake?â As all the dots connected and all the lines matched up, youâre replaying all the moments that led up to this point.
He can see the gears turning in your beautiful head and laughs, âlike I said, somehow, itâs always unlocked when youâre around.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you settle with your own conclusion that perhaps it was in his plans all along to fluster the fuck out of you. As much as you hate to admit it, it worked. Hook, line and sinker.Â
âHow do you feel?â Jaemin asks, as his knuckles rub lovingly against your cheek. His big hand slides toward your jawline and he firmly cups your face, a quick flicker from your eyes to your lips.Â
Intense. That is how you feel. At any second, you are a volcano ready to erupt. All these pent up emotions â lust, fondness, frustration â burst at your seams. All of which is unbeknownst to Jaemin, despite being the very spark of it.
âI feel like you should kiss me now.â Spoken confidently, Jaemin is shocked at your response. You didnât have to ask him twice though, as he pulled you into him without missing a beat.Â
The kiss is slow and cautious, like he is holding back from doing too much, taking too much. He guides your hands onto his collarbones and across his toned chest. Underneath his thin shirt, you feel how strong and defined he is. Youâre hesitant at first, unaware of how much you could feel.
Jaemin could sense it, pausing in between your small kisses to take off his shirt. Youâre wide eyed, fully shocked at his chiseled body right in front of you. Itâs just like how you remembered from his photo, except now itâs not through a tiny phone screen. All on display, Jaemin takes your shaky hands and places them delicately on his broad shoulders.
âTouch me.â Itâs all he has to say until your lips are connected again. His hot skin against your fingertips as youâre dragging them down his biceps, moving along all of his exposed terrain.Â
Adrenaline fills your system and you canât even begin to stop all the lustful and romantic feelings that bubble across your chest. So, you fervently kiss him back to signal just how much you want it, how much you wish to be kissed by him.
Jaemin loses it between your sweet touches and your eagerness, both hands now holding your face steady for him to deepen the kiss. The feverish glide of his lips on yours is something unforgettable. Itâs inimitable, a passion that solely exists for the two of you. Kissing Jaemin is blissful, like nothing matters more than being here lips locked and hands on his bare chest.
Kissing Jaemin also ruined you. Moving forward, youâll crave this feeling forever. How are you supposed to kiss anyone else in this world now? How will you ever want to kiss anyone else knowing youâve experienced this?
You two make out until condensation forms on the outside of his Diet Pepsi can. There is a lingering taste of the soda on his tongue; a taste you once hated so much is now something you canât get enough of.Â
When youâre both finally pulling away, your lips are puffy and Jaemin is catching his breath. He could feel his heart bursting at the sight of your disheveled hair and pouty lips. Youâre the prettiest baby heâs ever seen.
Heâs staring at you with tiny stars in his eyes, ones that reflect your own. And he breaks the silence, ânow we can finally tell Mark we kissed.â A sweet, kind smile appears at the end of his sentence.Â
Youâre laughing, and Jaeminâs heart flutters knowing he is the reason behind that melodic sound he loves hearing so much.Â
âMark is going to love hearing about this.â
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can you write a pit fighter vi smut fic where the reader works at a restaurant in zaun and vi comes in drunk and starts flirting with her pretty please đź
Thank you sm for the request:3 hope you enjoy!
Content: 1.5k words, dub-con (Vi is drunk), casual sex, use of strap-ons (r! recieving), oral sex (r! receiving), slight overstimulation, this is rlly filthy blame anonymous for giving me the ammo to write this
Your hands are busy with several plates and your feet are sore in your shoes. Customers in Zaun have no decorum, either!
Being a waitress is not fun, especially not in a dingy restaurant like "The Sludge Pit." It's where most people are coming back from watching fights next door and want a cheap meal. To say that you hate you job is an understatement. But...money is tight, so choices are limited. It could be worse. You could be a prostitute at Babette's.
You've heard rumors that the fight tonight is going to be huge. There's a recently been a new fighter people have been placing bets on - a girl named Vi. You've heard the name before, of course. Jinx's sister, someone who was involved with a Piltie girl. You hated to get involved with all of the drama in Piltover, though; it was all meaningless. It was all just pointless drama that ended in another person in Zaun getting the short end of the stick or dead without a proper burial. Whatever happened was so hard to care about when it felt like an everyday thing.
However, something about the girl you've been hearing rumors about intrigued you. It is apparently often that this Vi chick is bulldozing men in the ring, getting drunk off her ass, and fucking Babette's whores. She got her heart broken, now she's all bitter, and you can't help but wonder what this girl is even like. What could she possibly be like when she's this well-known in the under-city?
It's around midnight. The fight is over because a huge crowd is occupying The Sludge Pit. You've got your poor hands full, tasked with scribbling down rude men's orders and serving them. Some are fucking creepy, too. You wonder if the Vi girl will be coming in tonight, but your curiosity is suddenly dashed when you hear the restaurant BOOMING with cheers from the main area.
When you walk out of kitchen, the first thing you see is the back left table seated with a black-haired girl. She's got no shirt on, just bandages that hug her body and a leather jacket. Her jeans are tightly fitted, sculpted onto her meaty things. The black pigment on her face is all messy. Next to her is a burly brunette man, facial hair covering most of his face. You've seen him before - "Loris."
When you approach Vi's table, she looks up at you and lets out a slight laugh. You look devourable, your hair back in two braids, fly-aways from the day's work. Your eyes are wide, and you look pretty terrified. Poor waitress. She's already decided that you're gonna be her next slut.
"Hi! I'll be your waitress today, what can I get for you-" Your voice is so shaky, oh fuck.
Usually, Vi wouldn't be so forward, but she just got back from the bar. There's too much liquid courage in her system, so now she's gonna get what she wants.
"Don't worry 'bout me, baby. Get my friend Loris here a burger."
You almost choke on your own spit.
Her voice isn't at all what you expected, not raspy or deep, but actually soft and persuasive. She's slurring her words slightly, but you're too focused on her eyes, the soft blue sparkle in them and the half-lidded, carefree look that is complimentary.
"Uhhh, okay! One burger coming right up!"
You soon come back with a shaky hand, plate in your palm. You set the burger down and look up down, adjusting your waitress skirt.
"One burger!"
Vi gives you a wide, lazy smile. Loris is just laughing, he's probably as drunk as her.
"Thanks, baby. How much will that be?"
"Ohhh....well, it's on the house. Since you won tonight, and all.." All rationale seems to leave you when Vi's calling you baby. Your boss is gonna chew you out for this, but the drunken giggle that leaves her mouth is so worth it.
"On the house? No, baby..c'mon, lemme pay."
You laugh and blow a stray strand of hair out out of your face. Her voice makes you imagine her throwing you around on your bed. "No, really, it's fine.."
"Hm..well, if you're not gonna let me use my money, why don't I pay you back in some other way?"
You stare at her for a second.
"What...?"
She chuckles at the cute but shocked look on your face. "Seriously. I wanna pay you back for the burger, since you're such a cute little waitress.."
She's got you in her twin-sized bed as she pounds into you at a pace you're surprised doesn't break the bed. You look utterly cock-drunk underneath her as her hips slam into yours: eyes practically rolled back into your noggin, whining on each and every thrust she gives your sopping pussy. Fuck, she's already obsessed with you.
Her hands are holding the back of your knees to keep you in position, and she pulls the cock halfway out of your pussy and slams back in, earning herself a wounded squeal from you.
"That's it, baby. Take all of my cock like a good girl," she coos, her eyes moving down to watch the hot-pink silicone disappear in your pretty pussy, and she's almost drooling at the sight.
"P-Please!! Please fuck me, oh my god!" You're screaming for her (soon you'll be creaming), and all Vi can think is how she wants to lick the cum out of your pussy when she's done plowing into you.
She laughs and spreads you legs back so she can hitch them around her own waist, still throwing sloppy thrusts into you. Your legs automatically wrap around her sides and she collapses onto your body, mouth wet and lazy on your throat. She's hardly thrusting now, just grinding up into your cunt like a dog in heat.
"Ohhh, fuckkk...this is the best pussy I've had in so fucking long, did you know that?" She's whimpering like she's not the one slinging strap..
You can't even answer with a proper response, only offering up a broken moan because in this position, the cockhead of the toy is bullying your sweet, spongey spot and making you see stars. By grinding into you, the base of the harness is catching on Vi's clit perfectly, making her her pace grow less and less composed She's fucking you like a touch deprived cave-man, for fuck's sake.
You hear feel her body tense up, and now she's pounding into you, each time your skin connects her body is pressing further into your, grinding her pussy against the harness, making you whine her name.
"You want me to cum inside you, huh? I bet you'd just love that. Wish I actually could cum inside this sweet little pussy." Her words grow more and more deranged the longer she's fucking you, and they send you right over the edge with a gasp and a cry out. For mercy, or for bliss, she isn't able to tell.
You poor legs are shaking around her waist and your voice is chanting her name like a prayer along with cute little cries of "I'm cumming for you, Violet!!" You indeed did cum, your face all flushed and your hips bucking up into hers, making her own cunt clench with need as she hits her own peak. She kisses you to swallow your sweet whines, tongue sliding against yours so you can taste the Vodka on it. She's just rutting into your pussy, and she swears she can feel your walls milking her cock like it's real. The alcohol in her system really does make her delusional.
When she's done, she pulls out of you and throws the strap-on somewhere in the floor, immediately moving down your body to suck the cum out of your tender hole.
You whine and protest, "V-Vi!! Too sensitive!"
She moves her lips to give your clit a firm suck and holds you legs open, "shh, just need to clean you up first.."
Her tongue moves to fuck your pussy as deeply as it can, filling you with the hot, wet muscle, and grazing your overstimulated g-spot until you're begging for mercy and she relented to go swirl around your previously neglected clit.
Her hands are groping your tits, your own tugging at her shitty dye-job as you buck your hips up in the air for more. She doesn't stop, giving you exactly what you want, sucking at your engorged clit and flicking it shamelessly with her tongue.
"Fuckk, V-Vi!! I'm gonna cum again!!"
Your juices paint her face so perfectly, mixing in with her black make-up and making an even bigger mess of your sopping cunt. She pulls back to see your face all red, soft little pants leaving your lips, and your chest heaving like you just ran a marathon. You look perfectly ruined, your hole still wrecked from the cock she fucked you with and your braids messed up into oblivion, but you look satisfied. She really paid you back for that burger, didn't she?
Safe to say, The Sludge Pit is her favorite place to find a meal at.
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ăpairingă : fiancĂŠ!san x fem!reader ăword countă : 1.8k
ăsynopsisă : your neediness knows no bounds, even when he dragged you to an underground party. so you let your brattiness get the best of you and started to tease your dear ole fiance... even when you knew what lies ahead of you.
ăgenreă : just pure filthy smut (like god lawd) with a sprinkle of plot, fluff if you squint, mafia boss!san
ăwarningsă : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, kissing, cussing, petnames (princess...), derogatory names (slut...), daddy kink, mean dom!san x sub!reader, oral (f. receiving), rough sex, bondage, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight clit play, brat tammer!san, lmk if I missed anything!!
ănotesă : this idea came from this video that I saw on Instagram a while back and knew I needed to write a lil smth for it and for my san biased girlies, more specifically for @kitten4sannie, enjoy my love đ¤đââď¸
The dimly lit room was filled with booming music that rattled the floor underneath your heels as you stood next to your fianceâs seated form. Your hand resting upon his shoulder, the diamond on your ring finger glittering under the strobe lights. Moving closer to the arm of the chair, you sat down, crossing your legs as your small red dress crept up your thighs.
San had dragged you to this party at the last second with whispered promises that he would make it up to you, but you were growing impatient. The small amount of alcohol that you drank hadnât helped any either; if anything, it just made the constant throbbing need worse. Then, when you tried to coax San into going back home, he refused, saying he had to stay to âshow face,â but you couldnât care less about any of that.
âSannieâŚâ You purred in his ear as you leaned down, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as your hand crept down his chest. Your manicured nails lightly scrape his bare skin as you slide your hand under his button-up.
Sanâs jaw tightened as he tried to ignore your antics as he spoke to another respective leader of an allied group. However, his patience was starting to wear thin with your attitude. You had started to push all of his buttons little by little the moment he told you no when you asked to go home.
âPrincess.â There was a warning tone in his voice as he spoke lowly, but you chose to ignore it as you undid the top button of his shirt, your lips ghosting the warm skin of his neck. In the next second his hand wrapped around your smaller wrist, halting your wandering hand from going any further and turning his head until he was looking you in the eye, a fire blazing in his dark irisâ. âKnock it off, or you wonât get anything but a pathetic vibrator to get yourself off.â He threatened, and your bottom lip jutted out in a pout, your lipgloss shimmering under the dim lighting, and San wanted nothing more than to lick it off.
âBut Iâve been patient, and I need you.â You whined, leaning into his shoulder, your breast pressing up against his arm.Â
Sanâs sanity felt as if it were about to snap at any given moment with your attitude, but what finally pushed him over the edge was when those few intoxicating words fell from your lips like honey.
âPlease Daddy,â
In record time, he stood from his chair with your arm in his hand, apologizing to the older man and dragging you out of the underground club. He didnât utter a word as he pulled you towards his sleek black BMW, even as you whined about him being rough.
Walking up to the car, he pushed you against the door, trapping you with his body as he leaned down, face barely centimeters away from yours. The dark gleam in his eyes as they bore into you made your thighs squeeze together, your core throbbing almost painfully.
âTrust me, baby, you havenât seen rough yet.â His voice was deep, sending a chill down your spine as you stared back at him. However, before you could even utter a word, he pulled you off of the car door and opened it. âNow get your ass in the car.â
You wanted to argue, to push his buttons just a little bit more, but San could see the wheels turning in your head. Reaching forward, he roughly grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you towards him, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.
âKeep acting like a damn brat, and I can promise you I will not be cumming at all tonight.â He growled, lips a breath away from yours, and you wanted so badly to kiss him, but you knew doing so would only add fuel to the fire. Swallowing thickly, you interlock your fingers in front of your body and nodded, but that didnât satisfy him at all. âWords.â
âY-Yes,â You stumbled over your words as he squeezed the back of your neck, your bottom lip pulling between your teeth as you chewed on the plush skin.
Sanâs gaze lingered for a moment longer before releasing you from his grasp and pointing to the car, âGet in.âÂ
Without another word, you got into the car, fixing your dress across your legs as San leaned in to grab the seatbelt. Even if he was pissed, he wasnât gonna let his fiance duties fly out the window, so he buckled the belt before shutting the door.
Your eyes trailed his form as he walked around the car, and as soon as he got in and drove off, you knew that you were about to be in for a long night.
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âW-Wait! Daddy, please!â You cried out, hands tugging on the restraints that bound your wrists to the headboard while San completely devoured you.
He nipped at your puffy clit, causing your teary eyes to roll back, a shudder running through your body, âyou wanted this princess. Donât start complaining now.â He growled against your skin before shoving his face back into your dripping pussy, his skilled tongue working your overstimulated body closer to another release.
âOH MY GOD!â You screamed as your fourth orgasm washed over your body, back arching off of the bed and your shoulders straining from the awkward position.
San worked your body through your orgasm before finally pulling away after placing a kiss against your twitching clit. You felt air invade your lungs once again after feeling like you were being held underwater, and your eyes fluttered closed, thinking that San finally had his fill, but boy, were you wrong.
In the blink of an eye, your cuffs were unhooked from the headboard, and you were flipped onto your stomach. Sanâs grip on your hips was strong as you tried to wiggle away, whining that you couldnât do it anymore.
âShut up.â He growled as his hand came down on the fat of your ass, eliciting a loud moan from your parted lips. Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes as you buried your face in the sheets the moment you felt the thick tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. âYou were the one begging me, âI need you, Daddy,â such a whiny little brat. Now take what you wanted so badly, like a good slut.âÂ
A choked moan tore from your lungs when he pushed into you all in one go, your eyes squeezing shut when he started at a relentless pace. The only sounds that were leaving your mouth were muffled moans and cries of Sanâs name and incoherent babbles.
Sanâs bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he watched his cock disappear into your needy hole, sucking him in like your life depended on it. Your walls squeezed around him, and he knew that he wasnât gonna last much longer after holding out for so long, but he wasnât gonna let you go until you were ruined.
So his grip tightened on your hips, sure to leave bruises as he picked up the pace, and your fingers curled into fists above your head as you felt that coil in your lower tummy pull tight. Releasing one side of your hip, he let his hand trail up your spine before tangling his fingers through your hair and pulling your upper body off of the mattress.
âSannie!â You cried out as the new position had his tip brushing deliciously over your sweet spot.
San clicked his tongue as his lips latched onto your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, causing you to whimper. âThatâs not my name, princess.â He cooed in your ear as your head fell back against his shoulder, mind overcome with pleasure.
âIâm sorry, Daddy! I wanna cum, please!â You cried out, bound hands grabbing at his wrist that was by your side.
A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest as your pathetic state, tears streaming down your pretty face as you looked at him. Your pupils were blown out, and your bottom lips trembled as you felt your high right on the tip of your tongue.
âHmm, are you really sorry, though?â He teased, his pace slowing just a bit, causing you to whine out in protest, pleas falling from your swollen lips. âI find that hard to believe, princess.â
âDaddy, please! Iâll be good, I promise, just wanna cum!â You begged, words nearly catching in your throat when his hand that was holding you up moved down to your puffy clit, drawing sharp circles over the bundle of nerves.
âCum for me, princess.â San bit the shell of your ear as he coaxed your orgasm closer until you finally tipped over the edge, eyes rolling back, and inaudible moans fell from your lips as your body trembled.Â
San smirked as your body melted against his, legs shaking and threatening to give out at any given moment. A groan then broke through his smug look as he felt his balls tighten before spilling deep into your walls; he continued to fuck his cum into your spent cunt before finally coming to a halt.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back against him, knowing if you moved just a bit, you would fall flat on your face. San peppered gentle kisses all over the expanse of your shoulder and neck before reaching your ear.
âYou gonna keep acting like a needy brat every time we go to a party?â He asked, his deep voice making you shudder.
Opening your eyes, you lifted your head before looking at him, a slight smirk tugging on your lips. Leaning into him, you captured his lips with yours in a sweet kiss; his lips were soft against yours as he deepened the kiss. His hand on your sternum trailed up the valley of your breast before grabbing your jaw gently. The kiss lingered for a few moments before you finally pulled back just a few centimeters to look at him through your eyelashes.
âHmm, probably. I canât help that I just need my Daddy all of the time.â You pouted, Sanâs eyes darkened a bit, and his grip tightened on your jaw.
âThen I guess Iâll just have to fuck you straight every time, wonât I?â He smirked, a sinister gleam in his eyes, and you could feel his cock twitching in your pussy, making you whimper softly. âThat was an important meeting you interrupted, so donât think weâre done yet.â
You swallowed thickly as you looked at him, knowing damn well that you had dug a huge ass hole for yourself and you had no other choice but to lay in it.

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Ď đťđđđđđđ: God! Choi Seungcheol x Mortal afab! Reader
Ď đžđđđđđđ: Your marriage wasn't the one to be envied. Marry to one of the ruthless kings due to an arrangement from your father. Being nothing more than a pawn. And you despise it all.
On the night of drinking and celebrating, you decided to turn in for the night. As you walk into your shared bedroom, you are greeted by a God, but not just any other God. The God of Sky and Thunder. King of Gods himself. Who came with a gift.
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Ď đđđđđđđ: Dom Zeus! Seungcheol, Sub Lady! Mortal Reader, dirty talking, breeding kink, oral (f. & m receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms and multiple positions, small amount or maybe more manhandling, a bit of praise kink or more, unprotected sex (stay safe kids), crying from pleasure, size kink, choking, your "husband" talking badly about the gods, Pet name: (y/n): darling. (I feel like I miss something but if I am. Let me know)
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Ď đšđđđđ: This was kinda of inspired by a post I made and I thought about it and went "Yeah. Let's go for it." I did say that if my last work was good I would write the next prompt. And we're almost or at 800 notes on the last one, so here we are.
As I was writing this, I was a little nervous and kept telling myself that this isn't good and...Maybe it's not but as always, I want to improve myself. So I hope this is good as I tried my best. Not only that, I start school this month so I wanted to leave something before I take a small hiatus. I know, crazy. I literally just started but I need to focus so please enjoy this work I leave to you. Thank you for giving love to the teaser.
Please like, comment, and reblog for support and improvement, and as always. Let's go.
The room was filled with music, cheers, laughter from soldiers and giggles from women, and the smell of hearty food. It was another night in the throne room, where soldiers get drunk off their asses and celebrate while you sit back and watch them. It was disgusting to look at. Seeing how they drink without care. How they act like fools. Stuffing their faces like animals. Their boisterous behavior. It was revolting. The stench of alcohol and sweat filled the air, leaving you feeling sick to your stomach. You did not understand why men behaved this way; it was repulsive.
You heard the sound of "Ahhh" from behind you.
You turn to see the man who was your husband drinking his drink down his throat in one gulp. As he finishes, he raises his cup, shouting a loud cry that makes the soldiers cheer and raise their cups in response.
'Men.'
You shake your head in belief. "Another. Bring out more wine. Tonight, we celebrate our victory!" he declares, his voice booming with excitement. The soldiers erupt in cheers and laughter, the sound echoing through the evening as you roll your eyes at the soldiers' vibrancy. Your husband notices your exasperated expression and he smiles knowingly at you.
"Now, my wife," your husband says, pulling you close to his lap. His hand grips your chiffon dress. Your face twists with disgust as he attempts to kiss you. The taste of alcohol is heavy on his breath. You push him away gently, avoiding his advances. "Don't be so uptight, my love," he slurred, his words vaguely slurred. He grabs the bottle and pours more wine into the cup. "Drink up and join the revelry," your husband said, handing you a cup of wine.
You gently push the drink away and shake your head, declining his offer. "I'd rather not," you respond, annoyed and disappointed by his persistence. "Come now," your husband said before consuming the alcohol in his cup. "Loosen up a bit; enjoy the party," he urged, his voice growing firm. But you stand your ground, refusing to give in to his pressure and maintaining your boundaries.
"No thanks. I refuse to join in such revelry," you declare, firmly holding onto your decision. He sighs in frustration, clearly frustrated with your refusal.
Your "husband" wasn't the ideal man you pictured spending eternity with. The man you loved was kind. A man who said he would do anything for you. A man who said he would move the mountains from Olympus for you if he could.
He was the one man you ever cared for, but fate snatched him away from you as he died in battle, leaving you heartbroken and alone. You prayed for the gods to bring him back, saying you would do anything. But they didn't hear your prayers in the end. For weeks, you felt devastated and hopeless, grieving the death of your true love. A few days later, you were married to another man by arrangement. By a man who was ruthless, greedy, and only saw you as some pretty little trophy to show off to his peers. And that man happened to be your now husband. He appears one day in your land and promises your father victory in the war if he takes you as his wife. Your father approved no less, and my land was victorious, and now you are trapped here.
You did not care for him, your husband. You despised him with every fiber of your being. But you had no choice but to obey and fulfill your duties as his wife despite your husband 's constant disloyalty when he's away for war. You had to learn to accept your current reality and move on. You still thank the gods for giving you strength and tenacity despite having to put up with a man like him and his behavior. As you were lost in your thoughts, you were interrupted by the cheers and conversation of the troops.
"Did you see how we conquered our enemy?"
"They didn't know what hit them."
"Especially how our king slain their leader in a single combat?
"This victory belongs to the gods."
As you listened to the soldiers celebrate, you heard a sudden "HA" from your husband. The soldier stopped conversing as you turned to see your husband set his cup down.
"You thank the pitiful gods. And why should we thank them for our victory? No. Our victory belongs to us. Not those fickle gods who only watch from above. Our strength and determination enabled us to fight and conquer. Our bravery and perseverance ultimately led us to glory on the battlefield. The gods may have observed, but our actions secured victory," your husband said confidently.
You look at him in disbelief. How can he say that? How can he talk so boldly about them like that? You felt discomfort at his blasphemous words.
"You should not say that about the gods."
Your husband glanced at you at your words. "Oh, really," your husband spoke.
Gulping down his wine before continuing, "Share your thoughts, dear. Why should we thank those pathetic gods?" he asked, his tone challenging.
"They have given us everything to help us, and we must express gratitude for their blessings. If it weren't for them, you would not have won. We must honor them and acknowledge them. We should not anger them with our arrogance," you replied firmly.
Your husband's eyes narrowed. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. "We continue to show our gratitude and respect for the gods, for they have guided us through many challenges and obstacles."
Your husband scoffed at your response, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation. "Gratitude. Respect. Those are just words. Tell me, wife: Did Ares lead us to battle? No. Did Athena bless us with wisdom and strategy? No. Did the mighty Zeus himself strike down our enemies? No," he said, gulping down another cup of wine.
"It was I who led us to the battle. It was I who strategized and inspired my troops. It was us who struck down our enemies and emerged victorious." Your husband growled as his men cheered, agreeing unanimously with him.
"You see, our success is the result of our diligent work and perseverance, not some divine intervention," he declared proudly. "We are the masters of our own destiny, not at the mercy of the whims of the gods," he continued, instilling confidence in his men with his powerful words.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your husband talks down to the gods. You were raised to respect and honor the gods. To thank them for everything they did. For the food they provided, for the safe travel home, for wisdom, for health. Everything. Now here he is, talking down to them. And you knew nothing would materialize if you spoke down to them. You felt disappointed at his lack of reverence for the divine forces that also played a part in their triumph. You couldn't understand how he could be so disrespectful to them, and you weren't going to stay there any longer and watch them celebrate.
You stood up from your husband's lap, and your husband looked at you in confusion. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm going to bed."
Your husband looked puzzled and grabbed your wrist, holding you in place as you tried to pull away. "What? Just because I insulted the gods, you're really going to leave. Don't you think that's too much, dear?" he replied with a hint of frustration.
"No, my husband."
You snatched your wrist away from his grip. "What's too much is that you think I can stay with someone who insulted the gods after they granted us such favors and blessings? I cannot condone such disrespect, even from you." You turned and walked away, leaving your husband to ponder his actions.
You exit the throne room, strolling down the hall to your bedroom, feeling anger and disappointment. How can he not understand? How can a man be so selfish and ignorant? You shake your head in disbelief. As you strolled along, you saw your maid, Sumni, carrying merely a food tray. She looks up to see you and gasps slightly.
"My lady Y/N," your maid Sumni notices you.
Sumni was one of the people you genuinely enjoyed in this kingdom. She was a great listener, very attentive, and very kind. "Is everything okay?" she asks, concern evident in her voice. You pause, debating whether to confront her about your husband's behavior. But you nod your head and reply, "Yes, Sumni. I am fine. Just a bit tired, that's all."
Sumni nodded understandingly. "Would you like me to accompany you to bed?" she asked kindly. You shook your head and declined her offer, thanking her for her concern. Sumni smiled warmly at you before dismissing herself, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You continue your journey to the bedroom. As soon as you arrive at your bedroom door, you push the door open, step inside, and slightly close it. You sigh as your head presses against the frame, exhausted from the day's events.
"Long night!"
You heard a voice behind you. You turned around to see a mysterious man lying on his side across from your bed, a mischievous grin on his face. You felt a jolt of surprise at the man's unexpected presence in your bedroom. "Who are you?" you asked cautiously, your heart racing uncertainly. The man chuckled softly and replied, "I'm just someone who couldn't resist meeting you."
You glanced at the man's appearance. He had a white toga draped over his shoulder and a gold cuff wrapped around one of his biceps, which was exposed. His pec was exposed, while the other was concealed under the toga. His toga was short so that you could see his muscular legs. His eyes were pierced brown, and his smile was charming. His hair was black and wet, and he was breath-taking. The more you look at him, the more you find yourself drawn to his mysterious aura. You were so lost in thought that you heard him laugh.
"What's the matter, darling? Lost in thought?" he asks with a playful smirk.
You shook your head, cleared all your thoughts, and got to the question.
"W-What are you doing here? You are trespassing, and I would appreciate it if you left immediately," you stammer, feeling a mix of fear and fascination at the mysterious stranger in your room. The man chuckles, his grin widening as he replies.
"Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the celebration of your king's victory. As if your husband needed it," the man said.
A small scoff escaped his lips. "That your husband of yours," he continued.
"That man thinks we are not the reason behind his success. He's so power-hungry and incompliant that he can't even get on his knees and thank us after what we've done to make him victorious. I must say I don't think they'll be so happy to hear about that. It's a shame. Really. How ungrateful people can be," the man said with a hint of disappointment.
You listen as this man talks badly about your husband like he knows him. Before you could speak, he continued.
"But you, Lady Y/N."
You froze as the mysterious man said your name.
"You're such a loyal worshipper. You thank the gods for every endeavor and never falter in your devotion. A woman like you should be rewarded," the man expressed.
The way the man in front of you looks at you. It was like he was undressing you with his eyes. His gaze was intense and unwavering. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you tried to maintain your composure.
"W-Who are you?" you said, asking again.
The man smirked at my question.
"I am known by many names. Zojz. Tinia. Jupiter. Zeus. But," the man said as he slowly rose from your bed, full of confidence, "you can call me Seungcheol."
Your eyes widen in shock as you realize the man's true identity. "M-My... God," you stammer, feeling two emotions at once: fear and awe wash over you. You instantly fall to the floor, bowing. "Please forgive me for any disrespect I may have shown," you say, bowing your head in reverence.
Seungcheol chuckled softly, his grin widening at your reaction. A loyal follower, he thought to himself. He slowly approached you as you kowtowed before him, his presence towering over you. "Rise," he commanded gently, offering a hand to help you stand. As you looked up at him, you couldn't help but feel an admiration and reverence for the god standing before you.
"There will be no formalities," he said. As you take his hand and stand up, Seungcheol's eyes twinkle with amusement. He was taller than you expected, and his presence exuded a sense of power and authority that made you feel equally intimidated and intrigued.
"My god."
You were speechless. You didn't know what to say, and the words hadn't even begun to form. Seungcheol noticed your awe and chuckled softly.
"You seem lost in words right now, darling," Seungcheol said. His deep voice resonated through you, sending shivers down your spine. It was as if he could read your thoughts and emotions with just a glance.
"I- It's just that I didn't expect such a sudden visit," you stammered, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Would you like me to leave?" he asked. You shake your head quickly. "N-No. Please stay. I didn't meanâ"
"Don't worry, darling," Seungcheol interrupted with a reassuring smile. "Just teasing you a bit."
His smile was gentle and warm, putting you at ease. He then stepped away from you and trailed around the room. Taking in everything about his surroundings, even looking at the unfinished tapestry mounted on the wall. With a persistent and powerful head, he strolled around.
"Besides, I didn't want to leave without giving you a gift," Seungcheol stated.
A gift... for you...
"W-What kind of gift?" is all you can manage to stammer out of. "A special one," he answered.
"How special is the gift?" you asked, curious. Seungcheol finally stopped walking and turned back to you with a mysterious glint in his eyes, making your heart race with anticipation.
"What if I told you that your gift, your special little gift, was something that I wanted to show you? To thank you for showing such admiration for me." Seungcheol responded with a mischievous smile. Your mind raced with possibilities as you waited for him to reveal the surprise he had in store for you.
"What if I said your gift was me? Would you believe me?" Seungcheol's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he waited for your response.
"Y-you, my god," you stammered out, feeling a rush of emotions at his unexpected revelation. Seungcheol nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You have been such a loyal follower. Why not reward you for your dedication? Besides, I think you deserve it," he declared as his eyes never left yours.
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Him. Your god. Offering himself. To you. As a gift. It left you speechless and overwhelmed with emotions. You couldn't. You didn't know what to say. Minutes ago, you were in the throne room with your husband and his soldiers, and now you're here with Seungcheol, your god, offering himself to you as a reward for your loyalty. The weight of his offer combined with the intensity of his gaze left you breathless and unsure of how to respond.
"My god."
"Seungcheol," he interrupted, his smile widening.
"Seungcheol. I-I couldn't conceivably accept such an offer," you stammered, turning around.
This was so much to process right now. You. You simply couldn't accept it, even though it was tempting. Even if you were completely captivated by him. You couldn't accept it. You just couldn't. The internal struggles were overwhelming as you were torn between your desire and your duty. The conflict within you was palpable, but you knew you had to answer.
You were so lost in your thoughts. You didn't even hear him coming behind you as you turned around and found him standing right before you. Frightened, you took a step back, and your back hit the wall behind you as he trapped you with his arms on either side of your head as he towered over you. Your breath quickened as you met his intense gaze.
"Why not?" Seungcheol softly asked.
His hand moved down to cup your cheek; his touch sent a shiver down your spine.
"Don't you want it? I mean, you've been such a good girl. Don't you want to be rewarded? For being such," Seungcheol said as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"Loyal."
Another is placed on the bridge of the nose.
"Good."
Then your cheek. Then he trails down your neck, and your breath is caught in your throat as he pauses right there, teasing you with his lips hovering just above your collarbone.
"Girl."
It's then that he presses his lips against your collarbone, sending a wave of desire through your body. Suddenly, he trailed kisses up your neck, each setting off a fire within you. The sensation of his lips on your skin was electrifying, and every kiss he placed made your body ache, leaving a trail of heat in its wake and your pussy clenching around nothing. As he made his way up, he pulled away slightly, his lips ghosting over your ear, and whispered, "So... will you accept this gift of mine? This gift from a god?" His voice was low and seductive.
Both of you stared at each other. His gaze was intense, making your heart race. It was then that you stopped fighting. You stopped fighting the pull of attraction between you two and gave in to the overwhelming desire as you nodded slowly. "Ah. Ah. I need words, darling," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.
Your breath comes short as you gather the courage to respond. "Yes," you utter, your voice barely above a whisper.
Seungcheol's smile widens, revealing a hint of satisfaction before his eyes glance down at your lips. Your heart pounded as he leaned in close. Is this happening right now? Is this really happening? You close your eyes anticipating a kiss, but he stops just inches from your lips. And he made a small 'hmm' sound. A slight flutter of your eyes opens your eyes to see that mischievous smile playing on his lips. Pulling away, he walked away as you stood there watching him as your heart raced. He walked toward the bed as he sat down, his legs spread. He slowly reached his hand out. "Come here," he commanded.
There is a slight gulp in your throat. Nervous. You slowly walked toward him. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest with every step you took. As soon as you reached him, you nervously touched his outstretched palm. He smiled softly before tugging you onto his lap, inducing a gasp from you softly. His grip was tight and possessive. Your heart pounded faster than it had before, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pulled you closer. The tension in the room was palpable. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air. "Now," he suddenly spoke.
Seungcheol's eyes bore into yours, innocent as ever. "Give your god a kiss," he commanded, his voice low and commanding.
You hesitated for a moment. You bite your lips as you look at his plump lips, nervous. Your palms were even sweating. Slowly you lean in to give him what he wants, but then he softly leans back, avoiding you. You tried again, and he avoided you again, backing away. Every time you tried to approach him, Seungcheol avoided you repeatedly, just to purposely tease you.
You pull back, whining and pouting at his playful taunts, and he chuckles at your reaction as he enjoys the power he has over you. Suddenly Seungcheol's hand flew to the back of your neck, pulling in and smashing his lips against yours. Leaving you clinging to his shoulder, bracing yourself. The kiss was demanding and intense, making your head spin with desire. As if he were trying to consume you whole.
Your hands gripped his shoulders, bracing yourself for the overwhelming sensation of his kiss, releasing a soft moan of pleasure. Your heart raced as you surrendered to his dominance. His tongue expertly explored your mouth, creating an electric spark within you.
He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you gasping for breath. You could still feel the lingering heat of his touch on your lips and the surge of heat between your legs, which left you yearning for more. Seungcheol looks at you with dark eyes as a smirk plays on his lips. He saw your expression. That expression that is full of bliss and desire. Seeing you like this in this moment makes his cock twitch with anticipation.
"Beautiful," he murmurs huskily.
He leans in again, capturing your lips in another searing kiss, his hands wandering over your body with possessive intent. Your breath hitched as you eagerly responded to his touch, completely under his spell. Then he flipped position as he was on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he deepened the kiss. You melted into his embrace. With each kiss and each caress, you descended deeper into the abyss of desire he had engendered. He pulls away slightly to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. His lips leave a trail of fire in their wake. You let out a soft moan, craving more of his touch. His teeth graze lightly on your skin as he leans in and bites down on your neck as your back arches in pleasure, pulling him in closer.
His lips turned into a slight smirk on your neck as he knew he had got you where he wanted you. Now Seungcheol has been watching you. Hearing you. He hears many prayers now and then coming from the temple, but yours. Your prayer was the one he anticipated the most. Oh, how you praise them. How you thank the gods. How you take what they give and never waste a single blessing, especially when his name falls on your lips. The way it falls off your tongue sounds like sweet music to his ears. He cannot deny that your devotion intrigues him. You intrigue him.
So he had to meet you. He had to see the person behind the prayers and accolades, but he had to be patient; his patience could only wear so thin as he continued to watch you from the sky above. But now that he has got you like this, under his spell. Grasping, panting, and moaning in pleasure underneath him like this. Seungcheol was completely ecstatic right now.
He licks over the bite mark he places on your neck, savoring the taste of your flesh before moving back to your lips to capture your lips in another kiss. Hands roam over your chiffon dress, feeling every curve and dip in your body beneath the fabric. He pulled away slightly, his lips ghosting over yours.
"Let's take this off."
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Seungcheol slowly pulls the hems of your dress upward, exposing more and more of your skin as he goes as he looks with hungry eyes. As the dress finally slipped over your head, his gaze darkened with desire as he saw you lying there before him. My, did you look breathtaking? From your tousled hair to your gorgeous face to how your skin glowed in the dim light to your gorgeous curves. It was like the goddess, Aphrodite herself, had craved you into existence just for him. He couldn't take his eyes off you.
"S-Seungcheol," you stammered, feeling a rush of heat flood your cheeks as his intense gaze lingered on you. The growl that he held back when you spoke his name.
You couldn't help but feel nervous about how intensely he was staring at you. You tried to cover yourself, but his hand shot out to stop you, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Why are you covering yourself?" he asked softly.
"I-I."
"Why are you covering such a beautiful sight like this?" he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. Seungcheol pinned your hands above your head as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Don't you dare hide from me," he warned, his eyes dark with desire.
You softly gasp at his words at his command. His eyes look at you up and down. "Or," he started.
"Or," you repeat in a shaky voice.
"Or... are you just shy, Y/N?" he taunted.
You didn't say anything, but your red cheeks said it all. A chuckle escaped his lips. "My, what a shy darling I appear to have tonight," he murmured, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're not shy for long."
His free hand trailed to your breast and caressed it gently. Your skin felt so soft under his touch, and you couldn't help but exhale. He smirked at your sudden reaction. Then his hand trailed down to your underwear, feeling the wet patch forming there.
"You're so wet. Did all of that kissing get you excited?" he teased.
You struggled to answer as he rubbed his thumb over the damp fabric, causing you to whine and leak out more slick. You squirm under his touch. "Answer me, darling. Tell me, did it?" Your mouth opens, letting out a breathless "yes" before he leans in and presses his lips against yours, deepening the kiss, swallowing your moan as his fingers continue to tease you. Without breaking the kiss, he slowly slides your underwear off, exposing your most intimate parts.
Seungcheol moves off your body to kneel at the foot of the bed. Seungcheol grabs your legs, pulling you over the edge of the bed, causing you to yelp. He spread your legs apart, revealing your wet core, his gaze smoldering with hunger. He spread your folds with his fingers, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. The way your arousal glistened in the dim light made his desire grow even more intense. You look down at him, your chest rising and descending in anticipation. "Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the heated moment.
Oh, the way you plead for him. The way you beg him to devour you. So he did. Without hesitation, he dove in, devouring you with passion. You gasp, eyes fluttering shut as your hand tugs at his hair. The tug caused him to groan into your cunt, adding vibration. The way your arousal tasted on his tongue. It was intoxicating. It was so good. It was so delicious. It was so... addictive. With a delighted sneer on his lips, he withdrew for a while before whispering, "Fuuck. You taste divine," and then he dove back in.
The sensation of his tongue and lips on your sensitive areas sends shivers down your spine, making you arch your back in pleasure. The way he ate you out. It was different. It was something you had never experienced before. He ate you like a man who had been deprived of a feast for far too long, savoring every moment of it. And he didn't want to stop until you were completely spent and trembling beneath him.
"I just can't get enough of you. You taste so good. So sweet," he murmurs before diving back in as he continues to lap and slurp at your dripping wet core, determined to make you lose control completely. You arch your back in pleasure and moan his name, feeling the intensity build with each flick of his tongue.
His tongue moved to your entrance and inserted his tongue inside as his nose nuzzled against your clit. "Seungcheol," you moan breathlessly, feeling the pleasure intensify with each movement of his skilled tongue.
"Feel good?" Seungcheol whispers huskily, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Yes. So good," you whisper back, completely lost in the sensations he's giving you. Your answer pleased him. His tongue expertly flicked and probed, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned in pleasure.
He went back to your sensitive nub and sucked on it gently, making you gasp and squirm with pleasure. His tongue expertly flicked and probed, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned in pleasure. You begin to feel a wave of pleasure building up deep within you, ready to crash over you. "Seungcheol. Please. "No," you begged as you shut your eyes, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.
"Look at me. Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. You locked eyes with him, feeling the intensity of his gaze as he continued to titillate you with his mouth.
"Look at me as you cum all over my face," he growled, the sound sending a jolt of desire through you.
With his eyes never leaving yours, he increases the pressure and speed of his movements, bringing you closer and closer to the brink until eventually, you explode in a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves you breathless and completely satisfied. You lay there panting, out of breath. He gave one final lick, letting a whine out of you before pulling away, a satisfied grin on his lips. He wipes the last of your essence with his thumb before licking it off, enjoying the taste of your release, watching you rest in the afterglow of your orgasm.
It took you some time to gather yourself as you lay on the bed, deeply absorbed in thought. You feel trails of kisses coursing up your body, causing shivers to run down your spine as you bask in your post-orgasmic bliss. Seungcheol pulls away from your body to undress himself. Finally removing the toga from his body, revealing his naked form.
"Shouldn't I get a reward as well?" Seungcheol grinned.
You sat up slowly as you looked at his naked form. His body was a work of art, every muscle defined and his skin glowing in the soft light of the room. Your eyes travel down to see his cock standing at attention. His cock was long and thick. The tip was red and glistening with pre-cum, a clear indication of his arousal. It made your mouth water. You could already feel yourself getting wet just looking at it.
"What's the matter, darling? Never seen a cock like mine before?" He teased, his voice husky with desire.
"It's so big. I don't think it will fit," you whispered.
"Don't worry," Seungcheol said before reaching his hand out and stroking your cheek. "It'll fit," he assured. With that, he kisses your cheek before pulling you up to stand. He sits down on the bed, his legs spread. Cock, hard and ready. "On your knees," he commanded, his tone firm yet gentle. You complied and got down on your knees. You can hear him mutter 'Good girl' under his breath.
The moment you were right there between his legs, you were a vision. His hand lightly cups your chin and tilts your head up towards him, gently stroking your cheek.
"Open," he commends. You obey and open your mouth as he inserts two fingers inside your mouth, stroking the pink muscle with meticulous care, causing you to moan softly.
He slowly thrust his fingers in and out, watching your reaction closely. He could hear you gag slightly as he pushed further, testing your limits. Your eyes watered slightly, but you maintained eye contact with him, eager to please. With a smirk, he removed his fingers, giving you time to catch your breath. Seungcheol leaned back on the bed as you collected your breath, holding himself up by his muscular arms as his gaze never left yours. "Now please your god," he commanded.
You nod your head in recognition. With nervous hands, you grab his cock as you look up at him, a mixture of elation and nerves. You close your eyes and place his cock on your tongue, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum.
"That's it. Good girl," he whispered, his words low and encouraging.
You swirl your tongue around the tip, making him bite his lips in pleasure. The moment your mouth wraps around the tip, Seungcheol groans and rolls his eyes back, tilting his head back in pleasure as he lets out a deep, guttural moan. The sensation of your warm mouth enveloping him sends waves of ecstasy through his body, making him tremble with desire.
"Fuck, darling. Your mouth feels wonderful." He reaches down to tangle his fingers in your hair, guiding you as you slowly bob your head.
He lets out a low growl of pleasure as you please him. His half-lidded eyes gaze at you with a mixture of desire and adoration, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. God, did you look pretty with your mouth around his cock? He couldn't take his eyes away. You look so perfect. The feeling of your tongue swirling around him. The warmth of your mouth accompanied by the wetness of your lips. The feeling of your soft moan around him and the sight of your wide innocent eyes staring up at him only intensified his arousal. He couldn't resist the urge to thrust his hips, wanting to feel more of you while constantly praising you. "You're so fucking good at this," he groaned.
"Look at you. Being such a good girl, treating your god with such reverence. You like pleasing your god?" Seungcheol asked with a smirk, his voice filled with satisfaction. You nodded eagerly, your eyes filled with desire and devotion as you served him with your mouth. "Such a good girl. Such pretty lips wrapped around me," he murmured as he guided your movements. You moan in response as he increases the pace, his words fueling your arousal even more.
His hand took you deeper until his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He uttered a low growl of pleasure. "That's it; take it all. You were made to worship me," he whispered, his hips thrusting with increased urgency and need as he reveled in your worship. Your hand lands on his thighs as you dig your nails into his skin. Drool coming from the corners of your mouth, and tears stream down your cheeks as you try to keep up with his fast pace.
His abdomen tightened as he was getting close. Real close. "Fuck. I'm going to cum so hard in that pretty little mouth of yours," Seungcheol moans, his hips thrust forward as he nears his climax. As you wait for him to release, you can feel his body tighten, his breath catch, and his cock twitch inside your mouth. It doesn't take long before he's spilling himself down your throat, his moans and groans filling the room.
The taste of his cum lingers on your tongue as you swallow. Some spill out of your mouth and drip down your chin. You pull away with a 'pop.' "Fuck," he curses under his breath, his hand running through his damp hair as he tries to catch his breath. "Did I satisfy you, my god?" you inquired. A small chuckle escapes his lips. Oh, how you enticed him. He leans down, grabs your face, and pulls you in for a deep kiss. You melted into the embrace as the kiss became more intense and passionate, losing yourself in the moment. He could taste the lingering taste of his essence on your lips.
Seungcheol pulls away slightly, his lips hovering over yours, and answers your question. "Oh, more than you ever known, darling," he said. His lips returned to yours; the kiss was so passionate and electric. He gently stood you up, beckoning you to straddle his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss.
He rose, his hands firmly gripping your waist, and kneeled to lay you down gently, never releasing the kiss in the middle of the bed. Your bodies are pressed together in a passionate embrace. He pulls away to lay open-mouth kisses on your neck, leaving marks all over as his hand gently caresses your breast. You never had someone that drove you crazy with a desire like this. His touch was electrifying; it sent a shiver down your spine and left you wanting more. Every touch, every kiss, and every caress made you feel alive in a way you had never experienced before. And you wanted more. Your hips buckle against his touch, grinding against his body in a silent plea for more, yet he stops your hips from grinding, keeping you still.
"Seungcheol. Please."
"Patient darling," Seungcheol uttered into your neck. His voice was deep and soothing. His hand traveled to land on your wet core, and his finger began to rub tiny circle on your clit causing you to gasp.
"I need to prep you. We don't want it to hurt, do we?" He continued, his touch gentle yet firm. His hand spreads your folds apart to expose your entrance. His fingers slowly enter you, stretching you in a way that makes you moan with pleasure. "Just relax," he whispered before kissing your cheek. His slow and deliberate movements ensured you were ready for what was to come.
Then he added a second finger, increasing both pressure and intensity. The sensation of being filled and stretched by him made you arch your back in pleasure.
"That's it. That's my good girl. You're so warm," he whispers.
His mouth soon wrapped around your nipple as he scissors you open. You couldn't stop the moan from escaping. "You're doing so well," he whispers, his voice filled with admiration and desire. The mix of his sucking and biting on your breast to his finger massaging your walls made you feel close to the edge of losing control. His touch drove you insane. And when he curled his finger, touching that spongy spot, you couldn't help but moan loudly in pleasure. "There. Right there."
Letting your breast go with a pop, he murmurs, "Hm. There." His movements intensify as he focuses on that sensitive area. You nod your head, encouraging him to keep going. He smiles and increases the pressure before attacking the other breast with the same frequency. Your body arches towards him, unable to contain the emotions coursing through you.
"Look how well you take my fingers inside that tight little pussy of yours. You're doing good for me," he growls, his voice low and husky. Your moans increased as his fingers moved so rapidly that you could barely keep up with the overwhelming pleasure. Your mind had gone blank. You didn't hear anything but the sound of your own ragged gasps, the pounding of your heart in your ears, and the squelching sound of your wetness as he continued to please you.
It was so intense that you felt your whole body tremble. Every never-ending was on fire as he plowed into and out of your cunt. As he continued, you could feel the tension building up inside you, ready to explode at any moment. Your breathing quicken. Your heart raced as you were on the edge. On the edge of pure pleasure
"S- Cheol. Close," you gasp out, feeling the heat pooling in your core. His movements become more urgent, pushing you closer to the edge.
"Oh. You gonna cum again. Go ahead, darling. Cum. Cum on my fingers," he encouraged. Your breath was ragged, and your moan was loud as you finally reached your peak, intense pleasure washing over you in waves. Seungcheol's fingers continued their relentless pace, prolonging your climax until you were left trembling and spent. His movement slows down as he watches you come down from your high.
"Good girl," he praises you with a smirk as his fingers slowly withdraw from your sensitive core. You whimper as Seungcheol lightly taps your oversensitive clit a few times before slipping his wet fingers into his mouth and tasting the remnants of your desire. He moans at the delicious flavor.
"I can't get enough of you," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire as he leans in to kiss you deeply. The taste of yourself on his lips only heightens your arousal, and you eagerly respond to his hungry kisses. He shifts himself between your legs, grinding into you as his cock presses against your slick fold.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked it before placing it on your entrance, collecting all of your wetness as he teased you with the tip. "Ready," he whispers huskily. You nod your head.
"Please," you beg, arching your hips towards him, desperate for him to fill you. He obliges, slowly entering you with a groan of pleasure, causing you to gasp at the feeling of fullness. And god, was he big? He was practically splitting you open with every push he made. You never knew you could be this full. Just as you took him all the way in, you felt like absolute heaven.
"Damn, darling. You feel so incredible," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
You cling to him, feeling every inch of him deep inside you. He look at you, asking for permission to move and you granted it. He began to move in a slow and deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could not help moaning in ecstasy, totally absorbed in the sensation of being conquered by him. It was a feeling that you had never experienced before. It was intoxicating and overwhelming in all the right ways. Seungcheol grated at your facial expression. You look beautiful, he thought inwardly. The way your face twisted in pleasure. The way your body moves with every thrust. The way you look underneath right now. It only fuels his desire to give you more.
So his hands grabbed your hips and plunged deeper, setting a fast pace that had you gasping for breath. The intensity of his movements matched the passion in his gaze, making you feel desired and cherished in a way that left you craving more.
"Such a good girl. Taking me in so deep," he praises, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he sets a rhythm that has you seeing stars. Your body responds eagerly to his every movement, increasing the intensity with each thrust. The pleasure is overwhelming, making you lose yourself in the moment. He lifts your leg and places it on his shoulder, opening you up even further and allowing him to penetrate even deeper. The sensation of him hitting that perfect spot deep inside you sends waves of ecstasy through your body, making you arch your back and moan uncontrollably.
"Feel good, darling," he said, his voice husky with desire.
"Yes. So good."
He smirked at your response, knowing he was driving you wild with pleasure. "Really?"
He asks teasingly, his eyes dark with lust as he proceeds to move with deliberate precision.
"I-Is-."
You started.
"Is. What is it? Come on, tell me, darling," he urged, his fingers gripping your hips firmly as he quickened his pace. The moment's intensity was overwhelming, making it difficult for you to form coherent words as you surrendered to the pleasure coursing through your body.
"I-Is. Is it good for you, my god?" You finally stammered out, your voice barely audible over your ragged breaths. He released a low, guttural groan before murmuring, "It's more than good, darling."
His movement slows down as he leans over to you, his lips hover over yours, his forehead pressing against each other, and his eyes gaze into yours as he slowly grinds into you.
"You feel so amazing around me," he whispers before his lips press against yours in a passionate kiss, sending a surge of electricity through your entire being.
Pulling away from the kiss, he took hold of your waist and plunged into you with the same rhythm but more rough and strenuous, leaving you gasping for air. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear; you can practically feel tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. But you welcomed it with open arms, craving the raw connection and overwhelming pleasure he brought to you.
Your body moves in complete harmony as his thrusts intensify. You were lost in the bliss of the moment. And just when your stomach began to tighten, just when you felt yourself being tipped over the edge again, he pulled out, leaving you empty. You whimpered in protest, but he flipped you over onto your stomach. Putting you on your hands and knees. His hand grips your hip tightly and enters you from behind, his movements rough and primal. You couldn't help but scream as you pressed your face against the sheets. Your back perfectly arched. The change in position only heightened the intensity of the moment, leaving you breathless, and his movements became even more intense and passionate.
"Oh god," you gasp, gripping the sheet underneath you, feeling every inch of him inside you. The sound of skin smacking against skin fills the room, your moans blending with his growls as he thrusts harder and deeper.
"Fuck, you're so perfect. Sucking me in like this," he grunts, his voice husky with desire, his eyes rolling back in his head as he loses himself in the pleasure of the moment.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, his movements becoming more intense and desperate. The tears that you held back, you finally let flow down your cheeks, mingling with the sweat that coated your skin. You can't deny it. You were in bliss. Completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. And every time he pulled out, you pulled him back in, craving more of his touch. You were addicted to him, and he was addicted to you.
Seungcheol hovers over you as his chest presses against your back. You felt his hand wrap around your throat, tightening his grip as he pounded into you with relentless force. You moaned, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. You could feel his breath on your skin as he spoke in your ear.
"Tell me, my dear. Who is making you feel this good?" Seungcheol whispers, his voice deep and commanding. You can't help but moan softly in response, feeling completely consumed by him in that moment.
"Y-you are," your stammering manages to enunciate.
"Louder," he demanded.
His hand squeezed your throat, and you gasped.
"Who is pleasing you like this?" he asks, his grip tightening slightly. Your body shivers in response to his commanding tone, feeling a rush of excitement as you surrender completely to him. "You are," you finally gasp out, your voice filled with desire and need.
"More. Who is making you scream like this? Come on. Tell me. Who?" he growls, his eyes dark with desire. His grip on your throat tightens even more, sending a jolt of pleasure. You feel a surge of arousal at his dominance, unable to resist his commanding presence. "You are. You are," you chant in a breathless whisper, your body trembling with anticipation. "Only you."
"That's right. Me. All me. Not that pathetic excuse of a man you call your husband. Me. It is I who is pleasing you. It is I who is making you feel utter bliss. It is I who is making you scream for all of Olympus to hear. And it is I who's going to fill your cunt with so much of my seed that you'll be swollen with my child," Seungcheol finished, his voice dark and possessive.
Your heart races as his words send chills down your spine. The intensity of his desire overwhelms you. You can't help but surrender to the power he holds over you. His dominant presence left you breathless, and his words ignited a fire within you that you couldn't resist.
"C-Cheol," you moan, your voice barely audible.
"That's right. Say my name. Scream it if you have to. Let the whole kingdom hear. You are mine," he growls, his grip on your neck loosening as your body drops on the bed. Pulling away, his hands grip your hips as he plunges into you with primal intensity.
Your moan turned into screams of pleasure as you felt the tension rising within you once again. You knew you couldn't hold back for much longer.
"I c-ca.. so close," you whisper, feeling the heat building in your core as Cheol's movements become more urgent and desperate. Your body trembles with anticipation, on the brink of ecstasy, as you give in to the overwhelming pleasure he's providing.
"Huh. You're close. Go ahead. I can feel you squeezing around my cock. Go on. Cum on this cock. Cream all over me," he commands, his voice rough with desire. You feel yourself shatter under his touch, the world fading away as you reach your peak, crying out his name in a final release of pleasure.
You were pulsating with a mixture of pleasure and relief, your body still trembling as you came down from the intense high he had brought you to. But, oh, he was far from done with you yet. Seungcheol flipped you over on your back. Cock still lodge into you. He grabs your legs and pins them close to your chest as he bends forward and puts you in a mating press, thrusting deep and hard. And you scream in pleasure as your arm wraps around his neck, listening to the squelching wet noise coming from your abused hole. Your body quivers at the force of his movements. This position has Seungcheol in deeper than before.
"S-Seungcheol. So deep. Oh so good," you gasp out between moans, feeling every inch of him inside you. Your hands clutch his back, your nails digging into his skin as he plunges into you with increasing intensity.
"You like how I please you? You like how I reward you? Hmm. Fuck, this pussy is so good.Make me want to bring you back with me. Is that what you want? To take you to Olympus. Have you warm my bed and be treated like a queen and be bred by me again and again?" Seungcheol whispers in your ear as he continues to plunge into you relentlessly.
"Yes," you screamed. "Yes, I love it. I love it so much. I want it. I want it so badly. You fuck me so good, Seungcheol," you moan.
So does he. He wants it so⌠bad. The thought of you on Olympus with him in his arms, being treated like royalty, and experiencing pleasure beyond imagination drives him wild. He can't resist the temptation to have you by his side. To take you away from this kingdom. To make you his own forever.
"Please. Please make me yours. Fill me with your seed. Fill me up, my God," you beg, your voice resounding with desperation and desire.
Your words fuel his desire as he pulls away, spreading your legs apart to take hold of your waist. He slightly raises your body and picks up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper into you. You felt a wave of pleasure overtake you as he ravaged you. Soon that tension started to build up again. You call out his name, begging for release. He groans in response, feeling on edge himself.
"Fuck. I'm close. Are you ready? Ready for your gift? Make sure you don't waste a single drop. Cum. Cum with me," he growls, his voice low and husky with lust. You nod eagerly. Your hand grips the sheets tightly, and your body perfectly sync with his, meeting each thrust with equal enthusiasm.
And with a final thrust, you both came together as he released his hot seed inside you, filling you up with a sense of completion and satisfaction. Your bodies trembled with the aftermath of your shared climax, leaving you both breathless and spent in each other's arms. You couldn't hear anything but the sound of your own heart pounding. Suddenly, Seungcheol pulled out, making you whimper slowly. He noticed that his cum was slowly leaking out of your hole, so he scooped up the remaining and pushed it back inside you with his fingers, causing you to gasp. His fingers massage your sensitive walls before he pulls them out gently as he goes to your stomach, caressing it softly and looking at it fondly.
"There, darling. Your gift. And soon this gift will blossom into something truly miraculous. So they can be loved, nurtured, and cherished. You will give them your love and support, and I will guide them to be the best. You will take care of my gift, won't you?" Seungcheol said as he looked up at you, still stroking your stomach.
"Yes, I will," you replied.
"Good, and if anyone harms them," he said with a dangerous glint, "I will make sure they regret it."
You nod your head at his words. "Good girl," he commented.
His hand caressed your cheek tenderly. "I cannot wait to see our gift grow," he said, his voice filled with antiradiation.
"May our child have my eyes and your looks," you said. Seungcheol heard your response and chuckled casually.
"Yes," he said, reaching out to push back the locks. He leans in and presses his forehead against yours and whispers,
"May our child have your wisdom and my strength."
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please write nerd geto ! iâm sure youâll write something amazinggg
Of course doll! Sorry this took a while I was sick most of December and January whooped my ass with classes starting again but I love love the idea of Nerd!Geto especially a Nerd!Geto with glasses so had to write a whole fic. Hope you like it :3 âĄ
Lessons in Anatomy
âShall I give you a lesson, Y/N? Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?â
summary: thanks to some bad choices and party girl ways you're on academic probation and can't afford to fail another test. fortunately your longtime friend nerd!geto is there to give you lessons in both economics and anatomy.
cw: college AU. fingering, squirting, dirty talk, edging, mentions of satosugu, rich party kid shit, incestuous friendships, mentions of reader x other jjk men, mentions of casual sex/hookups, mentions of drinking/drug use, reader is a dumb (and I mean dumb) bimbo, a little bit of a brat too, slight coercion, slight dubcon, virgin!suguru, soft dom!sugu, sex ed!sugu, roleplay as sugu is pre med major, some minor fluff, pet names: slut, bunny etc. a bit of a crack fic too haha. slightly black fem coded, no descriptors. a/n: LOL how this became an 8.2k fic about squirting idk chile... but special shout out to @littlemochabunni who talked me off a ledge when I was being emo and I wanted to scrap the entire thing and start over. w/c: 8.2k
âI canât believe Iâm here and missing the biggest party of the year!â
You groaned as you scrolled through your stories to see all the pics and vids of your friends living their best drunken lives and happily binge drinking on frat row to celebrate your schoolâs football league championship win.
Toru just did unassisted keg stand pushups and you missed it!Â
You, on the other hand, were stuck studying with Suguru in his dorm room.Â
100% sober and being forced to learn 5 weeks of econ, that you never took a single note for, in one weekend.Â
Well not forced exactly.Â
You and Satoru had practically begged Suguru to help you study this weekend. If you failed this class you would flunk out as you were already on academic probation.
âWell I for one canât believe youâre dumb enough to attempt to cheat off Toji and Sukuna of all people.âÂ
Suguru quipped back while pushing up his glasses. He snatched your phone away from you and placed it on the other side of his desk, away from you.
Not that he took offense to the remark, but he too had better things to do on a Friday night than tutoring you. Keggers definitely weren't his scene though and Suguru wouldnât be caught dead at a party celebrating with those frat monkeys. Even if said monkeys included his childhood friends.Â
However, as a pre-med student heâd much rather stay in to write his essay for the clinical research internship he was trying to get.Â
âHey! I didnât cheat off them for the record! Toji and Sukuna said they had the hookup for the answers!â
You pouted grumbling as you tried to reach for your phone on the other side of the table only for Suguru to take it again. This time he slid it into his pockets, keeping it away from you for good.
âUrgh, itâs not my fault they got the test for ECON 230A and 230B mixed up. I didnât even know there was a second section!â
Suguru had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at you again. The pilfered test definitely had âECON 230Bâ printed in big bold letters at the top.Â
You all were idiots.Â
Unfortunately for you, you were just a cheerleader idiot.Â
The other idiots, Toji and Sukuna, dubbed the âThe Boom Brosâ, were the reason your team even won the championships in the first place. The best defensive backs your college or any college in your division have seen, ever. Not letting an opposing team score more than 10 points the entire season, there was no way in hell they were going down for that right before the championships.
That left you as the scapegoat, which was something Suguru noted that you happily took the fall for. Although there is a very good possibility of you being a soon-to-be college dropout, your social clout was skyrocketing.Â
Word spread among the popular social circles fast on how you âsaved the big gameâ.Â
Suguru couldnât care less about football, though he was getting annoyed at all the texts, DMs and messages you received asking where you were. They were making you completely lose the little focus you were capable of, which is what made him confiscate your phone in the first place.Â
Sighing, Suguru was pretty sure you would be competent enough to pass if you just applied yourself more to anything other than drinking and parties.
âY/N, just try to focus on studying, please.â
You pouted, turning back to the textbook in front of you.
How did Suguruâs nerdy ass enjoy studying so much?
Studying, especially anything to do with math, gives you an ick. In fact, you were sure the only reason you graduated from high school and even got into this university was because you played 7-minutes-in-heaven with Choso at the start of senior year.Â
It had been a secret double dare from Gojo but you sucked the soul out of that boy in Gojoâs closet that night. From then on, Choso pretty much did anything you wanted that year, including all your homework. Hell, he even wrote your college admissions essays and in turn you gave him some sloppy toppy here and there.
Choso was always eager to feel your soft lips on his cock, so youâre sure he could have thought of a better way for you to cheat so you didn't have to study at all and could be out partying right now. Itâs just your bad luck that he was studying abroad this semester with his little brother Yuuji.
Although, even if you did flunk out you werenât that worried. Worst case scenario if you couldnât find a career or a husband you could always be one of Gojoâs three mistresses he said he would keep once he was older, married and had taken over his familyâs company.Â
He had pinky-pie-promised he would take care of you if you needed it and as one of your best friends you knew he was good for that promise. Even if he did make it while you both were partying, tripping balls off acid so hard that Satoru convinced himself your cunt could produce cotton candy. He chewed on your pussy for 2 hours straight one wild night on your groupâs graduation trip where he then asked if you would be his future mistress.
But that didnât necessarily mean you wanted that life for yourself. You liked your independence and Satoru would be alot to deal with, even with 2 other mistresses and a wife.Â
Therefore, unless you wanted to resign yourself to that fate, you were stuck with Suguru as your tutor.
Itâs not like you didnât get along with Suguru, heâd been one of your closest friends since you were young along with Satoru. But as you got older your interests kind of drifted apart and you saw him less and less, especially as you got to college.Â
You wanted to party and Suguru prioritized studying.
You had missed him. You wanted to have fun with him again.
And this was definitely not fun.Â
Reading the same paragraph for the fifth time and retaining shit all of whatever the passage had said about âdemand curve fluctuationsâ, you were ready to climb up the walls.Â
You began to fidget, still in your cheer uniform from the game earlier. The material of your skirt rode up to your upper thighs when you splayed your knees out and leaned forward to lay your head on the desk face down with an exasperated yawn.Â
Suguru shared in your exasperation but directed his towards you with another sigh, looking you over. His weariness at you from your inability to study causes his eyes to linger on your form longer than they should.Â
Resting against his desk, your back had molded into a nice natural little arch as your tits pushed forward . Adjusting his glasses Suguru found it difficult to pull his eyes away once they landed on your thighs. Practically leering, Suguru is transfixed by the way the fabric bunched at your hips digs into your soft skin.Â
He curses your universityâs school colors as the next thing that caught his eye was the bright yellow cheer panties you wore that were tight enough to show the full shape of your cunt. Your panties are so skinforming that they donât fail to give you camel toe. The indent of the slit between your fat pussy lips is on full display.
Youâve always been attractive, Suguru muses as he feels his pants slightly tighten. But itâs no mystery why you were such a slut now if these were the positions you found yourself in when alone with guys.
âSeeing something you like, Sugu baby?â
Suguru snaps his head up at your teasing to see you looking straight at him, your head still resting on his desk but has since turned to face him. The wink along with the lazy yet knowing smile forming on your cherry stained lips lets him know you know he was staring at your cunt.Â
Caught red handed, Suguru rolls his eyes and scoffs as he returns back to the textbooks in front of him while you laugh. Dismissing your question entirely he changes the subject back to studying but canât resist throwing in a little dig to take the heat off himself.Â
âY/N, canât you just focus? Youâve barely made any progress⌠Or is it that you want to flunk out and be reduced to Toruâs mistress or something?â
Fuck, you forgot Suguru knew about that too. (Duh, of course he did. He was the sober one who found you both, taking care of you once your come downs had hit).
Not letting him get away with that shade, the brat in you clapped back as you returned his sarcasm back at him.
âOkay, well high school was one thing but do you want to go through college without getting any play too? Or are you satisfied just from peeking up a skirt?â
Annoyance flashes in Suguruâs eyes. He thought you had some audacity seeing as you were the one who was casually flaunting your pussy for him in the first place. Nevertheless, you continued, using Suguru as a punching bag for your current academic frustrations.
âYour pocket pussy and getting head from Toru behind the bleachers at prom doesnât count by the way!â
Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose as his tolerance of the situation had officially bubbled over. He was tired of everyone thinking he was missing out on something just because he didnât want to kill off brain cells partying every weekend or play STD Roulette with casual hookups.Â
You bringing up prom was a low blow. It was the first time heâd ever had a drink and Toru had practically begged him. Satoru wanted to know if his head was just as good for guys as it was for girls (spoiler alert: it was).
Also, what you thought just because you fucked around alot it was actually any good?
âYeah and getting railed by a bunch of banana brained monkey jocks, that counts Y/N? They wouldnât know what to do with your clit even if it was an actual football.â
Suguru retorted and he watched as your eyes widened with shock then seethed with anger as you finally sat upright in the seat.Â
Ding Ding! He had hit a nerve.Â
âOh and you would know what to do, cherry boy?â
Suguru knows he probably shouldnât push it further. But like Satoru, you always knew what buttons to push to get under his skin. Suguru canât help but to want to get under your skin as well, especially since he was never one of the ones getting under your clothes.Â
âWell I can actually spell clitoris, so that already puts me at an advantage over those ball chasing monkeys. Have you ever even had a real orgasm before, Y/N?â
You started to speak but Suguru cut you off before you could.
ââand I mean one that didnât come from tripping with Satoru or a toy? I bet youâve never even squirted before.â
Damn.Â
You resisted the urge to chew on your lip, not wanting him to know just how right he was but your immediate silence was telling. Racking your brain, you tried to find a way to get your lick back but found yourself at a loss.Â
It was mostly true to be honest.Â
A hot and heavy make-out session at a party would typically lead to mostly underwhelming sex and you would have to return to your dorm or wait for them to leave to finish yourself off with your rose or dildo⌠or both.Â
Okay and sure, maybe the one and only time you did really have an intense body orgasm was the time you dropped acid with Satoru but⌠fuck âWaitâŚsquirting?! Wasnât that just pee? Gross!Â
Satisfied with your small ammunition, after a pause you bit back again.
âAlright, so frat boys arenât sex gods, tell me something I donât know. Itâs still sex SuguruââÂ
You flipped your hair and crossed your legs arrogantly as you continued.
ââ sex that you arenât having, which, duh, is obvious if you think squirting is an actual thing. Because Eww nasty, Iâm so not into piss-play, Sugu!â
You waited for his reply, assuring your win but Suguru just blinked at you, dumbfounded.Â
The thought of you having won shatters when Suguru erupts into a fit of laughter. Hitting the table for emphasis Suguru was near howling as the glasses fell off his face and he had to clutch his sides for support, keeling over in his chair.Â
Suguru couldnât actually believe that you believed squirting was the same as urinating!Â
On second thought, knowing you, this kind of checked outâŚ
Watching Suguru in a fit of hysterics had your face burning with embarrassment as waves of self-consciousness came over you.Â
To be honest, you werenât even sure why you were feeling insecure as this was supposed to be your victory! This was not the reaction you expected from him at all to say the least!
Just what made this so funny!? Because you didnât want to piss yourself during sex?!Â
âSuguâŚâ
âSuguâŚâ
âHey, Suguru!!!â
Frustrated with him ignoring you and still laughing after failing to get his attention, you jumped up from your seat and marched directly in front of Suguru. Angrily you yanked his head up by his man bun.Â
You were so ready to tell Suguru to go to hell for laughing at you. Even if you werenât too sure exactly what he was laughing at you for, he was still being a jerk right now.Â
However the words caught in your throat as soon as you saw his face.
Suguruâs wide grin easily illuminated the dimly lit dorm room. Tears gathered in the crinkle around his eyes and pulled into an expression of such warmth that you were reminded of all the fun times you had together goofing off over the years. You nearly forgot what it was like to see him laugh like this.
So nostalgic you almost forgot he was still laughing at your expense â almost.
âDonât be an asshole SuguâŚâÂ
Your voice was low, lacking any real bite as all your fire fizzled and was replaced by a pout.
Defeated, you let go of your stiff grip on his silky bun causing it to unravel and frame his face with thick black strands that flowed down past his shoulders. Although it wasnât the first time you had seen Suguru with his hair down and no glasses, you couldnât help but stare at him now.Â
He had grown much more into his features since high school.Â
College Suguru had sharper eyes, a slimmer face with a strong jawline and hair that flowed down to his chest. Not to mention his lanky boyish frame had filled out. The muscles underneath were prominent now even if he was wearing a baggy band tee and sweats. Suguru didnât go to parties but from the looks of him he certainly didnât miss going to the gym.Â
He didnât look much like the nerd you knew him to be right now at all.
Granted, you were still a bit salty with Suguru but didnât want to fight with him anymore. Especially given the way his dark eyes sparkled as he gazed up at you, your heart nearly skipping a beat as if you were really only noticing him now for the first time.Â
Sniffling, a cocktail of emotions swirls in you. Moisture pricks in the corners of your eyes despite yourself.
Suguru, who was also staring at you, took notice right away.
âHey Bunny, Iâm sorry...âÂ
You relaxed a bit hearing the old nickname he and Satoru gave to you back in middle school, you couldnât remember the last time he called you that.Â
Grabbing your hand in his much larger one, Suguru gave your palm a gentle rub with his thumb. His hand was surprisingly soft.Â
Despite his sweet gesture, your brow twitched slightly at Suguruâs soft chuckles, still continuing albeit less frequently, at your expense.
âItâs just that⌠I dunno, I guess I would have expected you to have experienced it at least once before Y/N, itâs definitely not pee.âÂ
You huffed. You still werenât convinced it wasnât pee but now you were more curious than anything.
âAnd how do you know that Suguru? Youâve made a girl squirt before?âÂ
There was no sarcasm in your tone this time, just doubt since he would have told Toru and Toru definitely would have told you if Suguru was getting play from someone.Â
Suguru to his credit wasn't discouraged though.Â
If anything, he seemed to gain confidence on the matter now that you werenât fighting him, rather looking to him for knowledge, for the first time tonight.
âWell, no, but I did get a 4.0 out of Anatomy last semester and unlike you I actually paid attention in Sex Ed. Also, just because Iâm a virgin, doesnât mean Iâm completely clueless. There is a little thing called the internet, Y/N.â
You mouthed an âOââ a bit ashamed that you actually thought because he was a virgin who didnât party he was merely just sitting around clueless to everything about sex.
But what could just reading textbooks and the internet teach him over actual experience?Â
Then again, Suguru was practically a genius, if he was saying something was possible you could be sure it was. Still you couldnât stop your mind racing as you considered his previous words.
You were the one with all the experience so you should have experienced it before, right?Â
Maybe the guys you hooked up with werenât the problem then? Maybe you were.Â
âWhat ifâ w-what if Iâm the problem Suguru? What if I just canât?â
Tugging you closer, his fingers now interlacing with yours, Suguruâs other hand settled on your hip giving you a warm squeeze. You were so close to him now that his chin almost rested on your belly and Suguru was craning his head up to you with a small sly grin still on his face.
âItâs not a matter of can or canât Bunny, you just donât know how. Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N?âÂ
âDo you want me to teach you how to squirt?â
You felt a bit lightheaded as you considered the words that just came out of Suguruâs mouth. You werenât shy at all when it came to matters of sex and you had the reputation to prove it. Yet your stomach still did a little flip at Suguru propositioning you.Â
Sure you were a bit of a slut and had at least made out with almost every guy in your group of friends, but not Suguru. Not for lack of attraction though, you had teased Suguru in the past but he had always been the responsible one, like an older brother or protector.Â
Besides, Satoru was always so needy for his attention. There werenât often times you were with Suguru alone and he never seemed all too interested in sex either, at least when directly compared to a horn dog like Satoru.Â
You didnât actually know if he was serious though so you decided to make light of it, giggling.
âIf you wanted me to pop your cherry Sugu, all ya had to do was ask.â
Suguru smiled back at you, he shook his head chuckling.Â
âIâll only need to use my fingers, Y/N. Besides, this is about you. What I really want is for you to not flunk out, I would miss you, ya know?âÂ
You try to keep a poker face but you couldnât help feeling giddy at the fact you were extremely happy to hear Suguru would miss you. You had already missed him and combined with the inkling of new feelings stirring in your chest from seeing your old friend in a new light you feel adrenaline begin to pump through you as you brim with nervous energy.Â
âLetâs think of this as a study break from Economics. You had to miss the party but we can still have some fun. You might even learn something for once, eh?â
His hand left your hip in order to push the books and papers on his desk aside and patted the wooden surface. The hand still intertwined with yours guided you over.
âHop on up, Bunny. Itâs time for your anatomy lesson.â
You look at the desk and pause as if you are unsure, biting your lip.Â
Thoughts of finally hooking up with Suguru excited and the fact you were nervous whether you would disappoint him if you couldnât actually squirt flood your mind at once. However when you meet Suguruâs eyes and feel gentle reassuring pressure on your hand your body is already moving towards the desk, making the decision for you.
Your heart is already thudding in your eardrums by the time you settle on top of Suguruâs study desk. Suguru immediately shifts into instructor mode, picking his glasses up off the floor and adjusting them back on his face.Â
He directs you to lean back and relax and soon your shoulders are against the wall behind the desk as you are propped up on your elbows.Â
You yelp as Suguru startles you by grabbing your hips with a firm squeeze and scooches you flush to his pelvis. Feet propped up to the edge as well all you needed were the stirrups and you could have been at the gyno's office, giggling now at the thought.
âSugu, you canât be serious. I feel like youâre about to give me a pap, not an orgasm.â
Suguruâs mouth twitches up into a smirk.
âThereâs a reason they have you lie in this position, makes for easier access. If youâre going to squirt Iâm going to need to find that slutty lilâ gland of yours and I donât mean your clit, Bunny.âÂ
You huffed but you were otherwise agreeable.Â
You couldnât deny you were a slut especially not now with your legs spread open wide exposing your bright yellow cheer-panty clad cunt to Suguru. Laid out like this, the thin layer of spandex is stretched to its absolute limits causing your chubby pussy lips to poke out of the sides. This does not go unnoticed by Suguru who hadnât taken his eyes off your lower half since you initially spread your legs.Â
His Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed and breathed deeply at the sight of you.
Suguru can barely believe heâs really about to do this.Â
If anything he is overconfident in his abilities, despite his lack of actual on-the-job experience so to speak. From all his studying as a pre-med student, books, health articles and yes even porn, Suguru could say he had an in-depth understanding of human anatomy and bodily functions.Â
But that didnât mean he didnât need to calm himself enough to stop his balmy palms from sweating further at the reality of finally being allowed to actually touch you.
âIâll be in your care then, Doctor Geto.â
You make a lighthearted joke with a nervous laugh to ease your own anticipation. However the joke has the opposite effect for Suguru and he snaps his head up as if you had activated something in him.Â
Suguruâs fiery expression sends shivers down your back. Although as quickly as it appeared it was gone again, replaced by his trademark comforting grin. Even so your fingers pressed a bit deeper into the wood beneath you, steadying your frazzling nerves.
âWell arenât you a lucky one then, being my first patient ever. Youâll be a good little pussy and listen to me, won't you?â
Suguru is looking down again, speaking directly to your cunt who is tingling in response to his voice. Itâs fucking lewd. But then again so is the studious scrutiny of Suguruâs eyes so single-mindedly transfixed to your cunt you wonder if his leer alone could dissolve the cheer panties right off of you.Â
You let go of the breath you didnât realize you were holding once Suguru finally starts touching you.Â
But not your pussy just yet.Â
His long thick fingers are surprisingly cool on your skin as they press into your warmth, ghosting just above your knee on both sides.Â
Gentle strokes travel down along your inner thighs and up again to lightly tickle the backs of your legs. You tense and squirm beneath him when your eyes meet Suguruâs own.
âSuguââ
âPatience, Bunny. Itâs no wonder you never cum if youâre so used to diving right in. You need to relax first. This wonât happen if you arenât relaxed, can you try to do that for me?â
You nodded back at him, yet the goosebumps left in the wake of Suguruâs soft caresses had you trembling. So used to rushed thrusts and hurried grasps, you donât know how to just take it in the moment.Â
You had never been touched this delicately before.
Already oversensitive, if anything you felt like the one who was the virgin in this situation.
If Suguru notices, he says nothing. His touches are progressively firmer, the light pets morphing into soft squeezes and circular strokes of the hand once he traverses closer to your core.
âYou know Bunny, the inner thigh area is an erogenous zone? Can you say that, Y/N? Ero-gen-ous?
Suguru pronounces the word out for you as his heavy muscular hands make their way to the crease of your inner thighs, his hands once more perilously close to your pussy as he pauses looking up at you again expectantly.
âSay it, Y/N.â
Your cunt clenches at his command and it leaves you stuttering. Heat blossoms across your cheeks from how needy you sound choking out the word.Â
âEr-Ero-gennn-ous.â
Suguru rewards you by moving his hands again but to your dismay they pass your core to dig into your hips, his thumbs swirling over your hip bones. He leans his body in closer to you and you break eye contact to turn your head away lest you really start falling apart in his hands.
âGood girl. Ya know, youâre quite bright with the right motivation, Bunny.â
Puffs of moist heat glide over the tip of your ear as his lips are only millimeters away from your skin. His words stimulate a deep in your gut reaching all the way down to your toes, trying to resist how much heâs affecting you.Â
Suguru chuckles at your bashfulness.
âAre you always this shy, Bunny? Or does that honor just belong to me?â
You whimpered. You arenât sure how you got here.Â
How was Suguru, a nerdy virgin, making you come undone like this? You didnât know where the darkness that crept up on the edges of his eyes was coming from either, yet you squirm in anticipation despite yourself.Â
You loved it.Â
Always a know-it-all, so you would hate to admit it outloud, but Suguru was already making you feel more excitement than any frat boy you had been with. Lack of hands-on experience be damned. Youâre losing it as his lips sensually flutter against your collarbone.Â
âY-you s-said only fingers, S-Sugu!â
Your voice lacks any real reprimand as you are arching up into his touches and quivering for more. Suguru obliges as he alternates between delicate nips and open mouth kisses sinfully marking you. Groaning into the crook of your neck Suguru savors the lingering taste of your perfume and the natural saltiness of your skin.Â
Returning his attention back to your ear Suguruâs breath trails over your skin until your lobe is once again trapped between his moist lips. He lightly tugs it between his teeth before giving it a sharp bite.
âAHH!â
The sting sends a jolt of electricity shooting straight into your cunt and a strangled noise escapes your lips. Your knees are starting to buckle but Suguruâs quick reflexes stopped your legs from clamping together all the way, bracing you.Â
Taking your hands and leading them to the backs of your thighs, Suguru is making you steady yourself back into a spread position for him and gives you strict instructions not to move.
âGood girl⌠This should be more than obvious now Bunny, but there are erogenous zones all over your body that connect to the pleasure nerve endings here.â
Suguruâs voice is silky as his index finger tows long strokes over the slit of your clothed cunt and applies pressure on your clit for emphasis. Whines fumble out of you when Suguru switches from steady swipes to idle flicks with pads of his fingers and your legs twitch again once more.
âIt's important to simulate multiple areas simultaneously and I only have two hands, donât I? You donât mind Y/N do you?â
You still canât bear to look Suguru in the eyes, much less respond vocally so you just shake your head.Â
âFeeling good, Bunny? Which do you like better, the strokes or the flicks?â
Your eyes squeeze shut from Suguru demonstrating both over your covered cunt. You try not to tear up but the amount of autonomy you had in this situation was new to you. Embarrassed and vulnerable youâre realizing that in spite of all your sexual experiences you still donât feel comfortable expressing your needs.
âHey, Y/Nââ
Suguru clutches your face in his massive grip, squishing both your cheeks with a single hand and forcing your glassy eyes back on him. It was hard to focus on what he was saying anyway while you cooed from the feather-like circles he had been drawing on your clit.
ââyou have to talk to me. This and sex in general, is just another form of communication. It won't work well and you definitely wonât squirt unless you can express to your partner what feels good and what doesnât.â Â
You are sure he can feel the heat gathering in your cheeks radiating off your skin.
âStop t-teasing S-Sugu⌠I-I know you can tell itâs good.â
Suguru eases his hold on you, his smirk deepening at your complaint.
âOh I can, tell Bunny. Believe me. Your pussy, sheâs so sensitive no matter how much you try to hide it from me. But I still need to hear it from your mouth regardless.â
The hand playing with your cunt splays out and Suguru fully cups you in his hands. The pulsing of your clit vibrates against his palm even through your panties.
âIf youâre going to be a slut Bunny, at least be a vocal one. Be a slut for your own pleasure...this fat nâpretty cunt of yours deserves it.âÂ
Suguruâs mouth is mere millimeters above yours, floating suspended both your lips are parted as youâre sharing the same air. The dizzying effect of breathing him in only intensifies with his words.
âOr perhaps you just get off on the idea of being free use?â
Suguru chuckles but doesnât make you answer that question in favor of pulling back from you to inspect the large wet spot you soaked through your cheer panties from all of his taunting.
Pleased he gives your clothed pussy a smack, the moisture underneath the flimsy fabric evident in the soft squelchy sound that fills the room.
Smack, another moist sound echoes from your cunt.
âOh, looks like sheâs ready. This mouth down here is so much more talkative, Bunny.â
Hooking his fingers in the fabric Suguru peels your soaked cheer panties to the side, whistling at the thick strings of your essence that lingered between your cunt and your panties.
âSo fucking wet, the prettiest most obedient lilâ pussy, arenât you?â
A fleeting thought of sassing Suguru since yours is the first real pussy he has actually even seen up close dissipates as soon as your entrance flutters against his two thick fingers that rub over your uncovered opening.Â
Involuntary bucking your hips, the burning urge to feel him inside you is all you care about now, pride be damned.Â
You want him.
âSuguââ
ââShhh!â
Suguru cuts your pleas short.
âDonât interrupt Doctor Geto when heâs speaking with his favorite patient, Bunny⌠Your nasty lilâ cunt is really begging for her treatment, isnât she?â
You pout at him, quieting down while Suguru rewards your submission by slipping into your folds once more, entering fully past your entrance and into your gummy walls. Itâs only a single digit inside you but your pussy is hungrily sucking him in deeper, trying to devour his middle finger whole.Â
Suguru murmurs intelligible obscenities from how warm and tight you are. He needs to find that spot.Â
Your hands struggle to keep your legs from quaking when you feel his finger, longer, thicker and far more pointed than your own, bottom out before languidly dragging delicious pressure back through you, exploring your walls in search ofâ
âFound her.â
Your ass jerks up and nearly off the desk entirely when his finger roughly prods into the firm spongy spot within your cunt you didnât even know existed until now.Â
âFAH-FAH-FUHHCKKKKKKKKKââ
Your voice cracks and your vision blurs with tears that finally are cascading down your face smudging your mascara. Your reaction has you missing the wide-eyed look of amazement Suguru gives you utterly entranced by the way your entire body quivered from just a solid tap to the gland.Â
Suguru had expected an intense reaction. Heâd seen and read about how temporary control of muscles and spasms were common when abusing this spot in women. But the one thing textbooks, articles, nor porn could prepare him for was how fucking sexy youâd be while he was doing it.Â
The ache in his pants has him groaning as he has to lean nearly his entire weight into you in order to get your lower half to settle back down on the desk. Pausing his movements inside of you, Suguru allows you to catch your breath.
Still the heavy pad of his finger is weighing down on you with enough force you still need to suck in your breaths, barely able to squeak out words.
âW-Wh-What is th-that S-Suguuu?!â
Suguru tells you not to worry about the actual name. Itâs not very sexy, so you wonât remember it and itâs important that you do, so eventually he tells you to just call it the g-spot.Â
You groan at the loss of pressure on your g-spot when Suguru removes himself from you entirely in order to bring the finger that had been inside you to his lips. Watching him savoring the essence of your sweet cunt on his tongue, you couldnât take any longer, finding your voice.Â
âSu-Surugu, N-NeedâN-need more. Pâplease!â
Suguru obliges, slapping the fat of your ass teetering off the desk and lifts you as his knee slides under your hip. Leaning into you further, Suguru throws one of your shapely legs over his shoulder.Â
âOh, you found your voice Bunny? Then tell me what my patient wants. Where does Doctor Geto need to touch you?â
âM-my pussyâ fuckâ p-please Sugu, wanna feel good there. Sheâll be so good for you!â
Suguruâs pleased smile is your only warning before two of his large fingers plunge-in and bottom out inside your cunt, knocking against your cervix. Your jaw completely slacks as you groan at the sudden intrusion, allowing Suguru the perfect invitation to your mouth.Â
Wasting no time, Suguru crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is sloppy, hot and needy as any cries that attempted to leave you were drowned out in the wet cavern of Suguruâs mouth.Â
Fuck, youâre greedy as hell.Â
The kiss makes Suguruâs head spin and he loses himself in your sinful hunger as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to dominate the kiss, sucking on his tongue. Soon Suguru finds himself groaning against your lips and slowly rocking his cock into the back of your thigh. Fuck, your body was too responsive, too eager for him to slut you out on his fingers.Â
Suguru couldnât lose sight of the goal though, you needed to squirt so he needed to take back control.
Catching you off guard, he bullies a third fingerâ his ring finger, into your cunt as well. Breathless you break the kiss, your eyes sinking back into your head as you meet the thrusts of his fingers with the roll of your hips. Â
You arenât able to control the way your body convulses as you writhe against Suguru. His massive body weighed over you as his hair fell in front of his face, hiding his crazed expression from you.Â
Suguru is also panting as he vigorously pumps the appendages into you. In and out, swirling them Suguruâs fingers take special care to zigzag sweet torment over your g-spot.Â
Youâve only felt the slight ghostings of this feeling before, nothing so pointed and focused on attacking this spot, while stretching your pussy so well in the process. You wantâ no need, to feel Suguruâs cock inside you next.Â
You could tell he must be huge. Heat was radiating off his girthy bulge as it twitched up against your ass cheek even through Suguruâs joggers. The thought causes the hot iron coil in your stomach to tense to its breaking point, begging for release.
Suguru notices.
âA-Are you gonna squirt for me, Y/N?â
For the first time his own voice is ragged, set on keeping his promise to you.
âS-Sugu, I-Iâ I want to but IââÂ
Your words catch in your throat as tears that are salty to the taste freely flow past your lips down your chin. You are unsure of what exactly to beg Suguru for even if you could do more than unintelligible babbles at the moment.Â
Itâs comingâ you panicâ this feeling!
âW-w-ait! Nooo, SâSuâSugu⌠Iâm g-gonna pee. S-stop, p-puhleaseee!
Your hands slip against Suguruâs shoulders as you try in vain to push him away. So fearful that Suguru was wrong and you may actually piss all over him and his desk.Â
Suguru isnât having it though, backhanding your clit with a harsh smack, his knuckle bullying into your bud.Â
The slap was followed by two more in quick succession, his other hand never slowing inside of you. Disregarding your pleas Suguru ventures even deeper into your guts while pressing down on your lower belly.
âI told you itâs not pee, Bunny. You donât listen very well, do you?â
Suguru hiss at you, the stress of holding himself back as you fall apart on his fingers was nearly too much, he needed you to lay back, be good for him and take it.
âI-Iâm s-sowy, Dr. Geto butâ Iâ wannaâ.â
You sniffle back more tears, which has Suguru calming himself in order to soothe you again.
âShh Bunny, itâs okayâ now ask your doctor nicely for what you need. Go on.âÂ
At this point cuming, squirting, whatever Suguru you requires of you in order to release the feral sensations building within you is an essential need to live as much as taking your next breath.
âDoctor Geto, please let me cum! Sugu please! G-gonna s-squirt, gonna squirt s-so g-good for you!!â
âThatâs right baby you will⌠Now squirt on me Bunny, make a pretty mess all over my fucking fingers.â
Timing a particularly hard jolt to your g-spot with simultaneous pressure from over your belly, has you tipping over the edge. Back arching you feel the gratifying release as you squirt hard, fluids spurting all over Suguruâs fingers and spilling down his forearms. The saccharine pleasure of it all is buzzing throughout every cell in your body as your eyes flutter back into your skull.Â
Your entire body feels like an extension of your pussy, pulsing in tune with your cunt and you donât realize you are even screaming until Suguruâs mouth is on top of yours once again.Â
Suguru is tongue fucking your wails all the way back into the depths of your throat until they are mere raspy gurgles.
Riding out your orgasm you protest with choked cries as Suguru's hand abruptly leaves your cunt. Yet before you can process whatâs happening youâre mewling loudly again once you feel his lips attacking your cunt. Sucking your clit between his lips, his own groans vibrate into your core making you all the more sensitive.Â
Your hands fly to him again, tangling up in his long raven locks and trying to push his head away.Â
Too much! You were far too sensitive right now for him to be lapping at your over stimmed cunt like a mad man.
âStawwpââ
Your slurs fall on deaf ears as Suguru continues, only pulling back briefly to shush you.
âHavenât got it all out. This pretty pussy is so fucking nasty she can give a little more, canât you baby? I know she can.â
Suguru is speaking to you but he sounds a million miles away, focused only on your cunt as he returns to suckling on your clit, his teeth scraping lightly. He knows your pussy will give him the answer he is looking for soon enough.Â
The iron grip his arms have around your thighs holds you down allowing Suguru unimpeded access to dribble globs of his spit into your folds. His tongue flattens over your clit and his eyes smolder into yours before diving back into your pussy.Â
So close to cumming yet again your thick thighs clench around him as you unintentionally smother his face deeper into your core. Suguru ignores any need to take breaths, your cunt being the only sustenance needed as he rams his tongue further into your convulsing hole.Â
Shaking his head around sloppily, Suguru is goading your cunt into giving him more and more. His tongue is a mere worshiper in the temple between your thighs, begging your leaking pussy to give him the last morsels of your squirt.Â
Not having the willpower to deny him, your pussy gushes out more onto his tongue and shamelessly he swallows all of it as you cum all over again.
By the time Suguru detaches himself from your cunt he looks almost as wrecked as you: hair is matting to the sides of his face, his glasses are clouded with slick and your juices are dripping down his chin.Â
Although, now that Suguru has had a taste of you he is left craving more. Not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste Suguru is ferally slurping the drippings off your thighs and lowering his head to even zamboni the overflow of your essence off the desk beneath you. Ravenous with thirst for you Suguru is even using his mouth to squeeze out any droplets he could retrieve from your soaked cheer panties.Â
You on the other hand could only heave as you gasped for breath. Your legs are still twitching in the after shock of your intense orgasm and squirt session. Dizzy and dazed you feel yourself fading out, unsure of how much time has passed or what Suguru was still doing between your legs until the familiar ring of your phone slowly guides you back into the present.Â
Wiping his face with the back of his hand Suguru stands up and pulls your phone out of his pocket.
The phone is still ringing as he looks down at it and snickers.Â
âItâs Toru, Y/N. Answer it.â
You give Suguru a frowny pout. You were barely conscious right now, you couldn't handle a drunkenly energetic Satoru.Â
Seeing you making no attempts to move, Suguru answers it for you and Satoruâs voice overflows through the speakerphone.
âY/N! Y/N! Where are ya at!? We need the beer pong queen to make her appearance, I need a partner! Nanamin is too good to beat without you!â
Suguru held the phone out to you but you could respond in labored puffs.
âY/N is taking a study break, a bit tired after her lesson.â
ââOh it's you Suguru!â
You end up tuning Satoru out as heâs begging Suguru to come to the party with you which you already knew wasnât going to happen even if he didnât just make you squirt all over him.Â
Willing yourself to sit up, your body is immediately revitalized when your eye is drawn to how bricked Suguru currently is in his dark gray sweats.Â
Suguru arches his brow in amusement as you pull him forward by the band of his joggers. You hurriedly fumble to untie them, pushing them and his boxers down to reveal his hard cock.Â
The sight of it nearly has you squeeing.
You practically have hearts in your eyes as you gawk at Suguruâs cock, itâs the prettiest youâve ever seen. The way his girth swayed in front of you as pre marbles on the tip has you openly salivating. To say his length and thickness is above average, was a massive understatement.Â
You canât estimate a size but you know he is huge as you eye the a large vein on the underside of his cock that seemed to weigh him down even though fully erect. You squirmed at the thought of that vein scraping inside your pussy as Suguru pounded you.
You need to feel it. Now.
Nevertheless, it isnât until Suguru snaps his fingers in front of your face did you realize Gojo was now addressing you again through the phone.
âY/N! You there?! I failed with Sugu! Heâs lame! But youâll be here soon right???â
A sharp contrast to just 30 mins earlier but partying was the last thing on your mind now. You needed to get Satoru off the phone and Suguruâs cock inside you expeditiously.Â
âMhm-nh, Toru sorry, IâI really need to get a good grade. I need Sugu to tutor me a bit more. C-Canât afford to flunk out!â
Although you had teased Suguru earlier about popping his cherry, you didnât care if he was a virgin now. He had more than proved himself despite his lack of hands-on sexual experience.Â
You werenât really paying attention to Satoru any longer as Suguru motions for you to lay back again. Readily, you get in position returning your legs to a stirrup pose.Â
Suguru rewards your obedience with his cock slapping against your clit.
âMmmmâŚFUHH-CK-AH!â
You donât care that Satoru is still on the line as Suguru is slipping his cock under your cheer panties, rubbing his fat tip along your folds. His cock sandwiched between your messy cunt and the soaked fabric has Suguru groaning at the crazy sensation, he could bust like this for sure.
âHuh? Oh.. OHHHHHH! Haha, I see, I see! Suguruâs lessons are the best, arenât they Y/N?â
Youâre openly moaning now. Barely registering Toruâs words as Suguru grunts, increasing the pace heâs bullying his cockhead across your clit.
âY-yeah, the besssst-ahhh!âÂ
Satoru, feeling more than a bit left out, starts pouting over the phone.
âHey, no fair playing with Bunny without me Sugu! Let me join neââÂ
Suguru abruptly cuts Satoruâs complaints short, hanging up on him while still rutting his tip over your pussy. His pre leaking out in globs and mixing with your own cum still dripping from you.
He wanted you all to himself, for now at least.
Satoru could fuck off.
âGawwd Suguâjust fuck mââ
You abruptly stop as your face falls in realization when you feel his warm cum pour over your mound and into your cheer panties.Â
Suguru is spilling so much of his thick load into you it's even coming out the sides of your cheer panties and running down into the crack of your ass. A few more jerks of his cock through your folds and he is quickly pulling back to tuck his softening length back into his sweats.
âN-no,no no no S-Sugu! Suguru! I-tâs okay you came fast but pleaseâ fuck me. Iâll even let you raw me and cum inside puhleaseeee Suguâ need to squirt again all over your cock!â
You donât know the kind of willpower it takes Suguru to refuse you.Â
Probably one of the hardest things heâs done in his life, especially as fresh tears trickle from your eyes and he knows youâd be crying just as adorably on his cock. You were too sexy, too perfect and he wanted to fuck you just as badly as he knew you wanted him to.
BUTâ more importantly he wanted to enjoy you more than for a quick fuck and if he indulged you now, he couldnât promise he wouldnât be relentlessly tearing up your sweet slutty pussy all night.Â
If you didnât start studying for real you were definitely going to get kicked out of school and he canât have that, especially not now after this.Â
Masking his own lust with a stern instructor voice Suguru chastises you as he ties his hair back onto a bun and begins to give his glasses a proper cleaning before adjusting the books and papers on his desks around you back into their correct piles.
âAbsolutely out of the question. Now be a good girl and pull up your panties, Y/N. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight.â
Sticky with Suguruâs cum, frustrated and still horny you groaned loudly but obeyed. You knew Suguru meant business.Â
You hoped if you listened to him well enough youâd get what you wanted by the end of the night. It would suck for you to suffer through studying but it was the best motivation you had in literal years.Â
Unfortunately for you, Suguru, focused on the bigger picture, had a larger goal in mind.
âOnly smart sluts get dick, Bunny. Youâd better get an A on that exam Monday if you really want this cock.â
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a/n: I would be willing to write a part 2 (some time in the future) of y/n popping Sugu cherry or even y/n getting double teamed by 'The Boom Bros' as a 'thank you' for taking the fall for them if there was interest. I'm kind of fond of this little college AU.
Reblog for an anatomy lesson from Nerd!Geto but likes and comments are also appreciated as always!
NEXT is back to my own ficcys! Upcoming: The Nursery - Yakuza!Toji x Y/N - teaser/taglist: â°ââ¤here. Delays cause I've been without my adhd meds and getting the first part of the fic beta'd for once but I FINALLY got them today and was able to finish this fic so hopefully I can get back on track! send me good vibes y'all!
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Hiya, i saw ur requests are open and that you write for sonic series, so i was wondering if you could write sonic boom!shadow x fem!hedgehog reader? You can make up the story, and what happens! But i have to ask if it can be fluff. I read a little to much angst today cant handle moređ
I looove shadow sm, all and any shadowđ
Thanks! Drink,eat , sleep, shower
-Monty đŚ
Boom!Shadow Fluff HCâs With Fem!Hedgehog Reader
Hey there! Thanks for the ask!
I donât know why but as soon as I saw this request was to have Shadow be in a hugging session with reader. Donât know why but that was the first thought I had when I saw that you wanted fluff (by the way I kind of wrote this to at least be platonic but some views can be considered romantic in a way. You can view it as whatever). Plus that boy does deserve a hug, regardless of which Shadow it is. Also sorry if this is a bit shorter than my regular ones. Anyways, hope you like this. ~Blaze/Dawn
Pronouns: She/Her (Or At Least Fem Intended Since I Only Used She/Her Once)
Warning: â
Requested: Yes/No
Characters: Shadow + Mentions Of The Other Sonic Crew
Proofread: â
Credits: Icon by punkmp4 on Pinterest + Banner by emiljjj (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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- âGod today has been overwhelmingâ Shadow thought to himself, his face clearly showing annoyance. Honestly he wasn't sure how long he could deal with another presence. The only thing that was currently on his mind and the only reason he even bothered to put up with the others was seeing you. A while ago he found himself becoming fond of you in his own brooding way. Normally he wouldnât consider himself getting close with anyone especially since heâs known for being a loner but as he manages to spot you more often due to you often hanging out with that stupid hedgehog sonic and his friends he couldnât help but get drawn towards you. Itâs like you had some sort of aura about you that made him drawn to you. So he decided to hang out with you much to your surprise at him wanting to be around you but you werenât going to complain.
- Youâre the only person he actually tolerates out of everyone he knows. To him Sonic is too annoying, Tails is alright in a way but still isnât too fond of him, Knuckles isnât that smart, Amy is also alright he just doesnât hang out with her too much so he doesnât have that much of a bond with her and he just finds Sticks batshit crazy. So with you itâs like heâs getting some fresh air after being stuck in a room for hours. He actually enjoys being around you, you wonât get him to outright admit it but in a way you can tell he does because he treats you way differently compared to the others which doesnât go unnoticed by them.
- Some of them actually find it cute (Mostly Amy) and some of them like to tease Shadow about (Most probably either Sonic or Knuckles) but you donât mind it. You actually find it cute in a way as well. Managing to break his standoffish persona. Undeniably he kind of has a soft spot for. Often he finds himself getting defensive when someone like Sonic teases him for his said soft spot. Like Sonic could be saying stuff like âYou really like her donât you Shadowâ which causes Shadow to tell him to shut up.
- Everytime he has a shit day or just wants to decompress he finds himself thinking of you. He could just be in a grumpy mood then he just sighs to himself and thinks to himself âIâm going to see [Name]â. Itâs like his brain just automatically thinks of going to you as soon as he experiences a single bad emotion. He knows that you wonât judge which admittedly makes him happy inside. Honestly after having others getting on his nerves he rather have someone who knows how to calm him down. Honestly, this dude has so much built in anger itâs unbelievable.
- Eventually, after enough walking he managed to arrive at your place and immediately felt some sort of weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He knocked on the door crossing his arms waiting for you to open the door. He then saw the door crack open and saw the familiar hedgehog he actually likes. âOh hey Shadow!â You said, happy to see your buddy again âwhat are you doing here?â You asked before he answered âapologies for interrupting you but is it alright if I stay here for a bit?â He asked to which you happily let him in.
- As soon as you sat down you found him following you before plopping himself head down into your lap âhad another one of those days huh?â You asked slightly chuckling before placing a hand on his head âyou have no idea. I swear that damn hedgehog is out to purposely ruin my day.â He grumbled as he felt himself softening while having your hands running through his quills âoh come on heâs not that bad you know?â You could hear Shadow slightly snorting to himself before replying âyou hang out with him, your used to his idiocyâ you chuckled at his answer before continuing to play with his quills, occasionally seeing him nuzzle his head in your lap even letting out some noises indicating that he was enjoying the attention he was getting from you âyour weird you know that Shadow?â You joked with him âno Iâm notâ he retorted back even starting to hug you loosely around your waist âyeah whatever you sayâ you smiled to yourself hearing Shadow scoffing to himself as the two of you enjoy each other's company. âthanks for being there for me [Name]â he quietly said but you could hear him very well âno problem Shadowâ.
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can you write a reader x professor!spencerreid? Reader is a Student & they meet the night before classes start & immediately hit it offđ iykyk
kinda like aria and ezra from pretty little liars but with much more spiceđś
And the storyline kinda follows them through the semester, pls make it a bit angsty đ¤ BUT with happy ending đĽşđ
Unexpected Surprise



Summary: You find out that the man you hooked up with last night is your new Professor.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Category: Smut (18+ MDNI)
Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual harassment, fake dating, age gap, kissing, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby etc.), praise kink, choking, fingering, oral sex (f & m), orgasm denial, spanking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (donât do that), dom!spencer (If I missed any warnings, please tell me)
Word Count: 5,8k
Authorâs Note: Hey, I hope you like the way it turned out. I was also planning to write a story where they meet before and then find out that heâs her Professor, so your Request came in just in the right time :)
The club is loud, the bass booms through the room and the lights flicker in time with the music. You're at the bar, sipping your drink as you take a little break from dancing. The sweat clings to your skin and you just need a moment for yourself. The air is heavy, mixed with alcohol and perfume and you consider going out to get some fresh air.
Suddenly you feel someone standing next to you. You smell the strong alcohol on his breath before you even see him. The warmth of his body is already reaching you across the room, and you have to lower your gaze to keep him from seeing you rolling your eyes. You know whatâs about to happen. You feel his presence, and it's uncomfortable as he moves even closer to you.
âBabe, you look so hot. Do you want to spend the night with me?â The words come out of his mouth sharp and dirty, and he puts an arm around you as if he had already won you. An unpleasant feeling spreads through you and you try to avoid it, turning your body away from him. âNo, not interested,â you say, calmer that youâre feeling right now.
But he doesn't let go, strokes your back, moves even closer to you and his voice becomes more urgent. âCome on, I can help you relax a little bit." It happens so quickly, you barely have enough time to breathe when you feel a new presence behind you. You turn to the side and see a man standing in front of you. His eyes are hazel brown and his long, curly hair falls over his forehead. His posture is confident, almost a bit protective.
âLet her go. She said no.â His voice is deep and calm, a contrast to the urgent tone of the man at your side. The guy next to you stares at the new man now looming in front of him. You can tell from the look in his eyes that heâs scared. You can practically see how small and insecure he feels as he moves away from you. He mutters something that sounds like an insulting comment, but he quickly turns around and disappears into the crowd again. You breath out relived.
For a moment everything remains silent, only the distant noise of the music can be heard. You look at the man who just saved you. His big brown eyes meet yours, and for a moment everything else around you disappears. He looks incredibly good. Then, realizing he got you out of the awkward situation, you send him a grateful smile.
âThank you,â you say, your voice softer now. âCan I buy you a drink?â It somehow feels right to make this gesture to show your gratitude. He nods, a small, almost shy smile crossing his lips, and you can't help but notice how charming he seems. âGladly,â he replies. You turn to the bartender and order two drinks as he sits down on a bar stool next to you.
You hand him the drink and introduce yourself. Itâs really hard to stop staring into his beautiful brown eyes. âIâm Spencer. Iâm really sorry that this asshole bothered you,â he says. You shrug unimpressed. âSad truth is, Iâm used to it. At least he backed off quickly now, thanks to you,â you say and smile. The night suddenly feels less chaotic as you continue talking to your unexpected savior.
The loud music in the background seems to fade more and more, as if you are immersed in your own little world. The conversation with him feels light and relaxed, almost like you've known each other forever. You've been talking about books for a while now, the two of you found out that you both love reading.
âAnd what was the last book you read?â you ask with an interested smile as you look at him. Spencer smiles and leans back a little, his gaze becoming thoughtful. âThe last book I read was Bare Reflections.â
You take a sip of your drink and grin when you hear the title. âSounds⌠not exactly like what I expected from you.â The alcohol creeps into your head and makes you a little braver than usual, so you decide to tease him, âI didnât think youâd read a book like that. You seem far too decent for that.â
Spencer raises an eyebrow, and for a moment you're not sure if he's irritated or amused. Then he folds his arms over his chest, his posture becoming a little stiffer. "I had to read it for a case we were working on," he says, his voice still calm but now also slightly challenging.
âAnd what impression do you have of me? Do you think that I might not have interests in that direction? That I'm not able to take control in situations?â A smile spreads across your face as you feel the tension in the air shift. You can't help but grin. It's a mix of amusement and a little challenge.
âWell, at least not like that,â you reply, looking at him cheekily. âFeel free to convince me otherwise.â And you wink at him, the words sound almost like a game. You see his pupils dilate as he looks at you. A little spark jumps between you. He pauses for a moment, as if considering how to react.
Then his posture changes, he moves a little closer, leans forward and indicates with his hand that you should lean a little towards him. You do, curious to see what comes next. As you lean closer to him, you feel his breath on your skin, and he whispers to you in a voice so deep and quiet that it gets right under your skin. âLet me convince you otherwise.â
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Your alarm goes off way too early, but you just turn to the side and turn it off. You squint against the bright sunlight shining through the blinds. The last bit of sleep still clings to you as you slowly push yourself up and put your head in your hands. It takes a moment but then the memories of last night kick in. Spencer. The thought of him brings a smile to your lips. Last night was perfect. He was good. Very good actually. The best you've ever had. Luckily you still remember everything.
His lips against yours, his tongue inside your mouth. His body as he pushed you against the wall. His big, rough hands that squeezed your breasts, wrapped so perfectly around your throat and reached all the spots inside you that you never could. The way he manhandled you so perfectly, rough but somehow also gentle and caring in the right moments. The way he fucked you and used you for his own pleasure, making you a moaning mess. He ruined you for every other man.
But now he is no longer here. You glance at the other side of the bed, it's empty. No trace of him. Just silence. He left when you were still asleep. A little bit of disappointment stirs within you. You were hoping maybe he would stay after all. Maybe have a coffee with you, or just⌠be there.
The sex was good but there was more. You really enjoyed talking to him. But then again, it was only a one night stand. Today it's the first day at university anyway, it's better to leave early in order to be there on time. If he had stayed here longer you certainly wouldn't have come on time. With a sigh, you push the covers back and swing your legs out of bed.
The floor is cold. You take a look at your phone and check the time. Itâs 10:45 a.m. Your first lecture is in just over an hour. You quickly put on a light jacket and then, half asleep, you make your way to the bathroom. You are still tired but the feeling from last night remains. At least this day is off to a semi good start.
You pack your bag, throw in everything you need, your iPad, headphones, lip gloss, some chewing gum and all the other stuff. You rush out of the apartment, bag on your shoulder and keys in hand. You get on the bus that takes you to university and the fresh morning wind blows in your face. It's the first day. You can't wait to see what it brings.
-
You sit at the front of the lecture hall, the place is comfortable, the view of the board is perfect. Your iPad is in front of you and you're doodling on it out of boredom. The conversations of the other students still chatting sound like a distant murmur to your ears. You are excited and nervous. The first day of the new semester, the first lecture.
The room is slowly filling up and the last students are still finding their place. Itâs almost 12 o'clock and youâre still waiting for your friend Finn to arrive. He slept in and you told him youâre going to safe him a seat. You hear the lecture hall doors open, but you hardly notice it. You are lost in your thoughts, thinking about how hard it will be to concentrate on the lesson when Spencer is the only thing on your mind right now.
Then, suddenly, everything becomes quiet. All the conversations around you fall silent immediately. It's like someone flipped a switch. You look up, not sure why, and then you see him. Your new Professor. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet his. Spencer. He is standing at the entrance to the lecture hall. For a moment time stops.
The Spencer you had in your bed last night, the Spencer who gave you orgasm after orgasm, the Spencer who made you scream his name is now suddenly your professor. A look of confusion crosses his face, but then he quickly catches himself, puts on his serious expression, and turns away as if he's trying to ignore you.
The tension is thick in the air, but Spencer makes no move to pay attention to you. You bite your lip, anger rising inside you. It hurts. You never thought he would just dismiss you so coldly. You try to concentrate on the lecture, but Spencer, now Professor Reid, brings back memories of that night. And you wonder how he manages to act like there's nothing between you.
Nothing happens throughout the entire lecture. No look. Not a single word. You fight your anger as he explains the first topic and requirements for the exams in a calm voice, but you don't hear anything. Your thoughts only revolve around what happened earlier. Why is he completely ignoring you? Does he think youâre not going to keep this a secret?
Finally, after what feels like forever, the lecture is over. The room slowly empties and you remain seated in your row while the other students leave the lecture hall. Your pulse is racing, but you need to know what's going on between you now. You want to tell him that he doesnât have to worry about you spilling this secret. You can't just go home and let it go now.
You get up, pack up your things and walk towards Spencer. You have the feeling that every step you take now echoes throughout the room. "Spencer⌠I mean, Professor Reid, can we talk?" you call but before you even get to the front he has already packed all his things and leaves the room without paying any attention to you.
You stop, angry, hurt, disappointed. The lump in your throat keeps getting bigger. You feel empty, like the ground has been pulled out from under you. What is he thinking? Why is he acting like this now? Why can't you just clarify the problem? With one last look at the door, you leave the lecture hall and know that this is far from over.
-
The next few weeks are not different. He avoids you, ignores you completely and you hope your grades won't be negatively affected, but you're willing to take him on if it comes to that. You're on your way to your next lecture when suddenly someone calls you. You turn around and see Finn. You met him during your first semester and have been friends ever since.
Finn sprints a few steps until he is next to you and holds out your headphones. âYou forgot your headphones in the library earlier,â he says. âOh, thanks! I already looked for them, I thought I just forgot them at home again.â You take them out of his hands and quickly put them in your bag.
As you stroll through the hallway together, you suddenly hear Spencer's voice and automatically turn around. You see him holding a coffee and talking to another student. She laughs and you can clearly see her getting closer to him, flirting and throwing herself at him. You immediately feel panic rising within you.
Every girl you knew has a crush on him. You canât blame them, heâs attractive after all, but you canât help but feel jealous. He ignores you but lets other students hit on him. This is too much. Why does he play this game with you like nothing happened while he behaves like this towards others?
Suddenly he turns around and meets your eyes. It's the first time that your eyes cross again since he came in on the first day. You can see a fleeting grin on his face before he turns away again. He leans down to the student who is showing him her notes, and you can see her leaning even closer towards him. The knot in your stomach tightens.
Finn follows your gaze and raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued and with a look that almost seems too amused, he asks, âAre you okay? You look⌠hurt?â You shake your head. âIâm fine,â you say, even though you feel the fear bubbling inside you. Youâre afraid he found someone better than you. "Let's go."
You enter the lecture hall together but you can't concentrate. Spencer is in your head the whole time, and the more you think about the scene, the angrier you get. And then suddenly an idea comes to you. A plan. A very good plan. Maybe you can play this game too and make him jealous, but on your terms.
After the lecture, you stay with Finn and wait until most of the other students have left the room. You look around once to make sure no one is listening before you whisper, âI need your help. But you have to promise me you wonât ask any questions.â Finn looks at you curiously. âOkay, whatâs this about?â
You sigh and look him straight in the eyes. âI wanted to ask you if it would be okay with you if you helped me make someone jealous. Pretend youâre interested in me and dating me,â you explain to him.
Finn grins, a slight smile spreading across his face. âOf course I can do that.â Then he tilts his head slightly. âBut I do have one question. Does this whole thing have something to do with Professor Reid? I can tell something happened between you,â he asks with an amused look.
You immediately blush and try not to get caught. âShh, keep quiet,â you whisper, looking around nervously. âAnd I said no questions. So, are you in or not?â Finn laughs, shakes his head and raises his hands as if to apologize. âOkay, okay, I understand. Sure, I can help you.â You breathe out a sigh of relief and grin at him. "Thanks!"
-
A few days later you can finally carry out your plan. Finn sits down next to you in the lecture hall and as soon as Spencer enters the room, Finn leans closer to you and casually puts an arm around the chair next to you. Then he whispers in your ear. "I'm curious to see if that works."
Even though you said he shouldn't ask any questions, you told him what happened between you and Spencer. You know you can trust him and he would find out sooner or later anyway because he plays along with this whole thing.
You giggle softly. "I really hope so. Thank you for taking part in all of this,â you say quietly but you get interrupted immediately. "If you think you need to talk while I'm teaching, you can leave straight away. I expect everyone to be quiet,â Spencer says and when you look up you can see his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. You lean a little further away from Finn and can't help but smile.
That went faster than expected. You notice that he is no longer ignoring you. His eyes keep wandering over to you to see what you are doing, if Finn is getting closer to you. The atmosphere is not as relaxed as it used to be, everyone can tell the he is not in a good mood today.
When the lecture is over you pack your things and as you leave the room Finn puts an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. You can feel Spencerâs gaze following you and you're annoyed that you didn't think of making him jealous sooner. But it doesnât matter now, youâre happy your plan works.
-
Unfortunately you weren't able to carry out your plan any further this week. Spencer has been missing the rest of the week and you assume he is busy working on a case with the team. It felt like the week wasn't going to end at all and when you go to the library with Finn on Monday morning, you hope that Spencer is coming back now.
You sit down at the table together with a coffee and start writing on your essays, using the free time to get ahead with it. You're completely focused on your work until Finn suddenly bumps into you with his leg under the table. You look up confused before he places a hand on your thigh and leans forward. He whispers in your ear "Your favorite professor is back.â
You nod and lean in closer too, you don't want to look in Spencerâs direction so that he thinks you haven't noticed him. âIs it okay if we kiss?â you ask and Finn nods. You try to ignore Spencer as much as he ignored you. But you can still feel his gaze fixed on you.
Finn leans forward and places a quick, gentle kiss on your lips. When he leans back he can see Spencerâs angry look. "He didn't look happy with it,â he says and you laugh. "Then I did everything right. I hope that this was not too much. I'm sorry then." You say but he just waves it off. "It's all good, I agreed to the whole thing. I just hope that it works out for you in the end,â he says and winks at you.
The two of you stay a little longer and continue learning and working on your essays but after a while you decide to leave. You turn to Finn. âI'll leave now. I can't concentrate anymore anyway. And thanks for helping me out again.â You say, packing up your things. "No problem. I'll stay a little longer and use the time Iâve left. I'll see you tomorrow then,â he says and you nod. "See you tomorrow.â
-
It feels like a small victory as you leave the library. Not only have you made progress with your learning, but you have also been able to continue putting your plan into action. If you and Finn keep it up, Spencer will definitely talk to you about it soon.
Now you just want to listen to music and get rid of the remaining tension and you look for your headphones in your bag again. They must be somewhere between the notes and other things, you're sure you packed them this time. âWhere the fuck are they?â you mutter under your breath and continue digging in your bag.
But then you suddenly feel a movement in front of you. You look up and freeze. There he stands. Spencer. Arms crossed, eyes sternly fixed on you. You immediately tear your eyes away from his and want to walk past him without saying a word, but he notices what you're up to. He's getting in your way.
âWhat do you want now?â You try to keep your voice calm, but inside your heart is already beating a little faster. The look he gives you is hard, almost annoyed.
âYou will come with me,â he says. You cross your arms over your chest and looking at him as if you are really annoyed. "What's that supposed to mean? I have to go home.â
He shakes his head. âYouâre coming with me now. We need to talk.â You roll your eyes. "Oh, do we now? And what exactly do you want to talk about, Professor?â Your voice sounds sharper than you planned. âYouâve just been ignoring me for the last few weeks. Do you even know my name anymore?â you ask him. âWhy should I have forgotten your name?â he asks and raises an eyebrow.
âBecause youâve been ignoring me since our first day here! I understand, I'm your student now, but I -â you start but he interrupts you. You see his face harden, his expression becoming even more serious. âNot here. Come with me, now.â You feel a mixture of anger and nervousness building up inside you. You just want to brush him off, but somehow you also feel like challenging him.
âMake me,â you say, your voice challenging, almost mocking. You look him straight in the eyes, watching what he'll do next. He barely blinks, glancing quickly down the hall as if to make sure no one sees you. Then he suddenly grabs your arm. Itâs not a gentle hold, he grabs you firmly, dragging you behind him without another word.
âYou should really stop messing with me.â He sounds angry. âI like trouble,â you say with a smirk and try to pull away. But you feel his hand holding you tight. One last thought comes to you before you're dragged down the hallway. What the hell does he actually want from you now?
-
A few minutes later you are standing in front of his office and he unlocks the door. You go in and look around. It's the first time you're here, you never went to his office hours. There are a lot of books lying around and you take a look at the titles. Spencer, on the other hand, locks the door behind you. You're about to reach for a book, but he interrupts you.
âI want to talk to you. Sit down,â he says and points to the chair on the opposite side of the table. You think about it for a moment, but decide against it. Instead you stay in front of his table with your arms crossed. You want to get back at him for treating you like that, even if it's hard because you want nothing more than for him to kiss and touch you again.
âOh now, after weeks, you want to talk. In case you haven't noticed, Professor, I've been wanting to talk for a long time. You were the one who disappeared straight away when I approached you,â you say and roll your eyes again. You are curious to see how long he will let you continue like this before he snaps.
He stands up and walks towards you in long, slow steps. When he stands in front of you he lifts your chin. He finally touches you again you feel a shiver run down your spine. His pupils are dark and you can see the lust in them you already saw the night you first met.
âDo you want to know why I didnât talk to you, baby?â he asks and you canât help yourself and nod. You need to know what he is thinking. He leans down and his mouth is directly against your ear. Being this close to him again turns you on immensely.
âAll I could think about after this night was you - your gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock, your pretty pussy taking me so well and your sweet moans when I made you come. It was a shame that I couldn't stay longer in the morning to fuck you again. You've been on my mind the whole time after that night. And then I come in, for work, and you're sitting there. All I wanted was to bend you over my table and fuck you again,â he says before he leans back to look into your eyes again.
âBut I was overwhelmed by the whole situation. It was my first day as a professor and I didn't want to risk getting fired. That's why I avoided you. I saw how much it bothered you and I have to admit, I liked seeing you so jealous when I was talking to other students, to see that I have this effect on you.â His face suddenly hardens again. âUntil you thought you had to play this game with me too and make me jealous with your friend. I knew it from the beginning.â
You grin and decide to continue playing with him. âOh, that doesnât really matter to me. It still worked, didnât it?â you say and then he finally snaps. He takes a step towards you and puts a hand around your throat, pulling you closer to him. "You've taken it too far. He kissed you, touched you, held you in his arms." His grip tightens, but you realise there is some hesitation, heâs still careful because he doesnât want to hurt you.
âI can do whatever I want, professor. I am not your property,â you breath out and give him a challenging look. âNo? You will be soon.â He lets go of your throat, turns you around and bends you over his desk. âActions have consequences and you will now see what yours have.â His words send a shiver down your spine and you shutter in excitement.
He notices and chuckles before he flips your skirt over and exposes your underwear. His hands roam over your ass, squeezing it before he pulls back and suddenly his hand comes down onto your ass. He just spanked you. You can feel a stinging sensation and it turns you on even more. âIâm going to remind you who you belong to. Youâre going to count and take your punishment like a good girl, do you understand?â he asks.
You nod and he pulls you back by your hair. âWords, baby,â he says. âYes, I - I understand.â He lets go of your hair and his hand goes back to your ass, grazing the spot he just spanked before and without a warning his hand comes down on the other side. You whimper and begin to count. âOne.â His hand rubs the spot almost soothingly before he continues. You are getting wetter with each strike.
âYouâre enjoying this. I can see how wet you are. I bet you missed me in the last few weeks, am I right?â he asks. âI did,â you admit before his hand comes down again. âTwo,â you continue to count. âTell me, did you touch yourself at night, thinking about me? How good I fucked you? How I made you come again and again, on my tongue and on my cock?â
He leans down to whisper in your ear again. âBecause I did. I stroked myself at night, wishing it was your hand, your lips or your pussy wrapped around my cock. I couldnât wait to finally have you again.â He admits before his hand comes down on your ass again. âThree. Yes, I - I did. I couldnât stop thinking about you either,â you say and he chuckles.
âJust like I thought,â he says before he continues with his punishment. He turns your ass red and decides after ten strikes that you have enough. âIâm proud of you baby. You took it like the good girl we both know you are. You just need someone that discipline you sometimes. Isnât that right?â he asks. âThank you. Thatâs⌠thatâs right Sir.â
Spencer grins and turns you around, finally pressing his lips against yours again. He taste likes coffee, toothpaste and cinnamon. Itâs addictive. His tongue explores your mouth and you moan against him, pressing your body against his, roaming you hands over his chest. You remember every spot and every muscle like it was yesterday. Itâs no surprise though because you had to think back to the night you spent together every evening.
Spencer starts kissing down your neck, making sure to leave a hickey there, just like he did the first time he fucked you. Your hands run through his soft hair, pressing him closer to you and when you give them a thug he growls. âPlease, touch me. I need you,â you say, desperate for more. âEager, arenât we?â His hand slides between your legs and up your thigh.
When he finds your soaked panties he chuckles. âYouâre soaked, baby. All this, just for me. Do you want me to help you out? Make you come on my mouth or my fingers again?â he asks and you nod before you breath out âBoth please.â He laughs. âYou really need me that badly? Then beg for it,â he says with an amused look on his face.
Heâs clearly enjoying this. You don't care if you sound pathetic, you listen straight away to what he asked you to. âPlease, I want you to make me come. Please fuck me with your fingers. Eat me out. I need you,â you beg. âGood girl,â he praises before he reaches for your panties and slides them down your legs.
As soon as you step out of them he grabs them and puts them in his pocket. Then he places you on his desk, presses your back down and leans forward to lick a stripe up your pussy. You moan and immediately reach for his hair again, pressing him closer to you. âPlease, more,â you moan. His thumb teases your clit before he pushes two fingers into you.
Your eyes roll back and you bite down on your lip to keep quiet, which is really hard because heâs just too good. You feel everything, his tongue, his lips and the stubbles of his facial hair as he eats you out like a man starved. The combination of his tongue and fingers is overwhelming. Youâre losing yourself in the pleasure quickly, feeling how your climax approaches.
Spencer however notices too and pulls back, his lips glistening with your arousal. âI didnât give you permission to come,â he says and you whine. He just laughs quietly before pushing his fingers in your mouth. âClean them,â he says and you obey. He watches you very closely and you decide to tease him more, the tip of your tongue strokes his fingertips. âFuck me Sir, please,â you say and look straight into his eyes.
You can see the lust in them and he wastes no time and reaches for his belt, pulling his cock out. He strokes himself a few times and you canât keep your eyes off him. âYou like watching me, donât you? Do you want to watch while I make myself come and leave you with nothing?â he asks and you immediately shake your head. âNo, I need you.â
âDidnât expect anything else from my little slut,â he says and slides his cock through your folds. You wrap your legs around him and he finally pushes in. You moan and he clasps a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. âShh, be quiet for now. Iâm gonna make you scream my name tonight, but not here.â Your eyes widen. So this is not going to be the last time he fucks you.
You feel the relief, but you don't have time to think further about his words because he starts to pound into you. You missed this feeling so much and get lost in the pleasure. His hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing it, just the way you told him you like it. âFuck, baby, you feel so good. I missed this. I couldnât stop thinking about you after that night. And now I finally have you again. Youâre all mine. Say it.â
âIâm - Iâm yours. Only yours,â you say and pull him in for a kiss. You can still taste yourself on his lips. When he pulls back he slides out of you, flipping you over and bending you over his desk again. A few seconds later heâs already back into you, fucking you from behind. He slaps your ass again and you inhale sharply. It stings more than before now, youâre sensitive after the spanking.
He lets you forget about the pain though when he keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again. The new angle makes you see stars. âGod, youâre perfect. So thight and wet. I could fuck you all night,â he says while his fingers keep digging deep into your hips, holding you thight. âYou should see yourself. So pretty with your ass spanked red and bent over my desk, taking my cock like a good girl.â
You can feel that youâre slowly losing control. You just want to come, especially after he denied you earlier. âCan I - can I come now please?â you whisper while he keeps thrusting into you. âI canât hear you. Ask again,â he says and you can tell that heâs teasing you. âCan I come?â you ask again, louder this time. âAsk nicely, baby,â he says, driving you crazy. âI want to come, can I - can I please come?â you ask again, making sure to speak loud enough this time.
âNo,â he simply says, pulling out of you and pushing you on your knees. âOpen,â he says and you obey, taking his cock into your mouth. He pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail and fucks your throat. You can feel his cock twitch and a few seconds later he comes inside your mouth. You swallow everything and look up to him, begging him with your eyes to finally let you come now.
He pulls you up and lifts your chin with his hand before kissing you again. âYou did so good, baby. But you have to wait until weâre home. Because when I make you come again, I want to hear you scream my name. Can you do that for me?â You clench your legs together in excitement. âYes. But can we leave right away then?â you ask and he laughs. âOf course baby.â He helps you collect all your things before the two of you sneak out of his office and through the hallways to his car to drive home.
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One Call Away
[Wade Wilson x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: During one of his "jobs," Deadpool gets a call from his favorite gal [GIF Creds: jdsheart]
WC: 1970
Category: Fluff, Major Comedy {TW: Deadpoolâs Humor/Nonfiltered Personality}
This man is so hard to write. Iâm always stressing the noggin when it comes to planning and plotting đ
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"And away we go..."
One neck crack and a couple of hip twists later, he was off like Aladdin and his fucktoy carpet, scaling the building similarly to a chameleon on LSD.
The only thing that was missing was some epic music.
He'd been chasing this baddie around the city for almost two days now. Some big-shot mob boss with ties to Hydra, or the Mafia, or the Yakuza, or some other three-letter-acronym organization. It was hard to keep track of them all at this point. They were all the same, except for the name.
They all had their own agenda.
Kill him, keep him prisoner, pay him off...
Wade never cared enough to listen because it was always the same. He just got hired to do the dirty work, and the pay was good.
The killing was better.
This one, however, was particularly good at eluding him. He'd been trying to get his hands on this man for a few days now. It wasn't as though he was trying to be stealthy or anything, either. He'd walked right up to his front door, knocked, and was greeted with a spray of machine gun bullets.
So, the usual.
But then the guy ran and didn't stop. It was like the fucking Roadrunner met Sonic the Hedgehog, and they decided to fuck around and find out.
Wade was getting real sick and tired of being a Roadrunner, too. He had a reputation to uphold. He wasn't known as the Merc with the Mouth for nothing. He was supposed to be the one doing the running and the killing.
Not the other way around.
Finally, finally, he managed to reach the roof where the guy was currently taking cover behind a small brick shack. The sun was rising, but it was still dark, and there were a couple of floodlights shining on the rooftop. It made him think of the night he'd had that heart-to-heart with Blind Al, even though all she really wanted was for him to bring her some of that special brownie mix.
What a night that had been.
But anyway, this monologue is starting to get too long, and we should probably move things along, eh?
Right.
So, the baddie.
His name was something long and non-English.
Salvatore, or Santino, or Salvation... Whatever the fuck it was, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that it was time to make him dead.
He stepped around the corner and was met with a spray of bullets, all of which lodged themselves into his Kevlar vest.
"Oh, come on!" he yelled over the sound of the gunfire. "This is real leather, you know. I'm tired of all the offscreen sewing and shit."
When the spray finally ended, he took a moment to catch his breath.
"âŚow," he whispered to himself.
"You shouldn't have followed me here," the man said.
"Yeah, whatever," Deadpool replied. "Look, I'll make this easy for you. You drop down and give me fifty, and I'll let you keep that hideous mustache you're sporting."
The man's eyes widened in surprise.
"It's not that bad, is it?"
"Yes, yes it is," Deadpool assured him. "You got a squirrel living in it or something?"
"It's just a little bit of gray, you dick," the man argued. "What about you? What's with the mask? Are you hiding a mustache under there, too, or something? Maybe some acne scars?"
Deadpool shook his head and stepped forward, his guns drawn.
"Don't come any closer!"
"You know, this would be much more intimidating if you didn't look like a cartoon mouse."
"Stop it with the mustache!"
"Alright, alright," Deadpool said. "Enough with the mustache. But what is it about your hairline? I can't put my finger on it."
The man sighed in exasperation and pulled out his pistol, aiming it right at Deadpool's face.
"Hey now, don't point that at me," Deadpool scolded him. "That's not a very nice thing to do."
He ignored him and pulled the trigger, a loud boom ringing out as the bullet fired. It whizzed by him but missed its mark.
"You really are a dick," He grumbled before aiming his gun right between the man's eyes. And he was going to shoot, honest.
He really was.
But then his phone rang, and he was well-reminded of the current song playing through his head.
I'm a buff baby that can dance like a man. I can shake-ah my fanny, I can shake-ah my can!
Needless to say, he was distracted.
He lowered his gun and looked down at his pocket, where his phone was still ringing and still vibrating against his leg.
"Shit, hold that thought," He said to the guy, and he holstered his gun.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"
Deadpool put his finger up to shush him before pulling his phone out of his pocket to answer it.
If you're an evil witch, Iâll punch you for fuâ
"Heyyyy," he said in a sing-songy voice, "you've reached the phone sex hotline. For kinks and fetishes, press one. For booty calls, press two. For your favorite mercenary, press three."
"Ey, pendejoâ" His opponent started, but he cut him off by snapping and raising his finger.
"Cut it, Tuco Salamanca. Breaking Bad called and wants its meth-cooking mustache back."
"Wha-I-you-"
"Anyways, this is your favorite merc speaking. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"
"Is this a bad time?"
Wade's eyes widened in shock, and his jaw dropped open when he heard her voice on the other end of the line.
"Baby girl! Is that you? Oh, how I've missed your voice. It's like hearing an angel, or an angelic chorus, or a whole bunch of angels, but you're the most important one. Like, the lead singer or something."
"I literally saw you last night." Your voice was always drenched with the most amazing kind of sarcasm, and he'd missed it.
"And?"
"It's only been a few hours."
"And?"
"That's a short amount of time."
"And?"
You sighed, but he knew you weren't really annoyed.
"Anyways, you sounded busy," you continued, "so I'll just let you go."
"What?! No! Don't hang up!" He shouted into the receiver. "I've only fiddled with my pistols! Nothing interesting is happening right now!"
"Your pistols, huh?" You asked a hint of mischief in your voice.
"Well, yeah. They're the most important part of the mission, you know."
In the corner of his eye, he could see his target making his way towards the edge of the building. Quickly and efficiently, without dropping his attention from his conversation with you, he lifted his gun and fired a shot at the man's knee.
"Ah, fuck!" the man screamed in pain. "My knee!"
"Hey! Language!" Deadpool scolded him. "The lady of the house is listening!"
"Lady of the- what the fuck?!"
"I said language, you mustachioed rat!"
"Mustachioed rat?" You asked.
"Sorry, babe," he replied. "You know how excited I get when Downtown Abbey is on."
âThereâs gunshots in Downtown Abbey?"
"Gunshots? Oh, no, no. That was⌠uh, a car alarm. Yeah, the neighbor's car alarm was going off."
"Uh-huh," you said, not sounding very convinced. And, of course, that was right around the time the guy's gun went off again, this time hitting him square in the shoulder. It made the phone fall out of his hand and clatter onto the ground, but the call was still connected.
"Dammit!" He yelled, looking at the fresh blood dripping down his arm. "That's gonna take forever to heal!"
"Who are you talking to?" The man demanded, his gun still aimed at Deadpool's face. "You're working with someone?"
"Hey, now, I don't remember giving you permission to talk," Deadpool told him, holding his bloody arm up to his face. "Look, I've gotta call you back, babe. I know it's been so heartbreakingly longâ"
"Again, only a few hours," you said.
"âbut duty calls. Love you, bye."
"Love you, bye."
With that, the line disconnected.
"Ugh," he groaned, his heart aching for the loss of your sweet voice. "I miss her already."
"Ey," his opponent growled, drawing his attention. He started speaking in rapid-fire Spanish, which Deadpool didn't really understand, but he didn't have to. The guy was just ranting and raving.
"Alright, alright, chill," Deadpool said. "Just calm down. Itâll all be over soon, little buddy."
"I am not little! I am a giant!" The guy protested, and Wade could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. "And I will not chill!"
"Well, can't argue with that, I guess," Deadpool said with a shrug, and he took aim. But before he could pull the trigger, the guy was running again.
"Hey, what did I tell you about running?!" He yelled, but his voice fell on deaf ears as the guy reached the ledge.
"I am a giant!"
"No, you're a giant asshat!"
"I will not be bested by some masked buffoon!"
"Buff? Me? Why, I never!"
"You're the biggest asshole I've ever met!"
"You know what? I am a big ass! A big, round, bubbly ass." He paused for a second. "Hey, what's your favorite flavor?"
"Fuck you, you red-clad imbecile!"
"You know, I'd ask you out to dinner first, but we're kinda past that now."
"Argh!"
"Alright, enough stalling," Deadpool said. "It's time to end this."
"Yes," the guy said, turning his gun back on Deadpool. "It is."
Of course, Deadpool being the smart-ass he was, he'd already taken a step to the side. As the bullet whizzed past him, he reached for his gun.
"Now, where did I put that thing? Oh, there it is."
He aimed the gun and fired, and the man fell back onto the ground. The bullet hit him right in the middle of his forehead, his blood splattering all over the concrete.
"Ha ha! Fatality. Deadpool wins!" He said, his voice taking on the deep, grounded tone of the narrator from Mortal Kombat. "Flawless Victory."
He stood over the body for a few seconds, reveling in his victory, before he felt the presence of another.
The gun on his right side got ripped from its holster, and the barrel was aimed back into his face, as it always seems to be.
But, he already sensed it was coming, so his fingers wrapped around his other and aimed that right in the golden spot⌠and letâs just say, The Golden Girls was a little less golden and a lot more crimson.
"Wow, this has got to be a record," He said as he bent down to stare at the new oneâs anguish. "Two dead ugly mustaches in the same day. You can call me Sweeney Todd because shit⌠I just shaved you the fuck up."
He didnât give the poor bastard a chance to even whimper before he fired another two shots into the man's head. All in all, this had been the easiest payday he'd had in a while.
He picked up his cell phone and slipped it back into its pocket before bending down and scooping up the mustache man's pistol.
"Ooh, lookie here, a nice, shiny new pistol," he said to himself. "Just what I've always wanted. Well, I don't actually need it. It's not like I have any other holes in my body, but you know what they say. The more the merrier."
He stuffed the gun in his holster and turned around, heading back the way he'd come.
"Time to get back to the good stuff," he said. "I have a date with my favorite girl."
He hopped up onto the ledge and looked down, his eyes locking on the window to his apartment.
And when he arrived, bloody and battered, you could only smile while holding up little ole Mary Puppins in all her drooling glory.
God, how he missed his girls.
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đđđ đđđđđđđđ â SURPRISE ě´íŹěš
"surprise, slip my panties to the side."
PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem!reader (+17)
WARNINGS. mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, drunk hee (for a bit), cursing, bondage (ropes & handcuffs), hee is a bit angry n feral, his mood changes suddenly but itâs ok <3, bj + hj, oral (f & m), face sitting, lots of teasing, edging, overstimulation, fingering, pet names, praising !, multiple rounds (?), bath sex in a way, thigh riding, morning sex, pls tell me if i missed any !
WORD COUNT. 9.3k :0
SYNOPSIS. jaeyun pitched you one of his âgeniusâ plans to celebrate heeseungâs birthdayâ but how will heeseung take it?
A, NOTE. happy new year my loves !! i would greatly appreciate it if we all ignored the fact that this was supposed to be published on heeâs birthday <3 it took me an unnecessarily long time to write, but i hope u enjoy ! + pls check a, note part 2 and the end <3 (this is also proofread at 4 am so đđź)
red and blue lights scattered messily across your vision, the smell of intoxicating alcohol, tobacco and sweat infiltrating your senses leaving you slightly light headed, your fingertips grasped at the hem of your dress, situated around your thighs to pull the mini dress lower, eyes roaming desperately for the towering figure of your boyfriend,
your boyfriend, lee heeseungâ the birthday boy who god knows where he is right now.
you took cautious footsteps once you began to surround the approaching mass of people, sweaty bodies dancing restlessly in each and every corner of the house whilst your gaze roamed, hands clammy with sweat from the lack of air, your lungs constricting as it got harder to breathe the longer you stayed among the crowded room,
âthere you are!â a familiar voiced boomed behind you, a feeling of relief washing down once you recognised the loud voice over the deafening music, jaeyun approached you with a large smile gracing his face, brown strands untidily cascading down his features as his arm wrapped around your exposed shoulder, the other hand bringing his drink closer to his mouth,
âenjoying the party?â you questioned next to his ear, taking in the sight of the slightly tipsy man who was busy winking at a random girl across the room, âof course!â he quickly replied, catching your amused gaze with his twinkling one.
âiâm here to tell you about a surprise for heeseung,â he spoke, hand lowering from your shoulder to wrap around your waist as he led you away, âa surprise? i already have a gift for him though.â jakeâs flushed face turned towards yours after he signalled the random girl to a different room, âi have a better idea.â he giggled
and whilst you were being walked out of the room, your eyes caught the sight of heeseungâs wet form out of the window, standing besides the pool as his other friends encouraged him to drink more while other figures jumped into the pool, the view of him being covered by nothing more than his dripping white button up shirt that carved all his chiseled muscles out along with a black tie hanging loosely around his neck made your head reel, thoughts rushed to your head when your gaze dropped lower to his flexing thighs beneath his black pants,
his clothing material all soaked due to his previous jump into the water, as a result of a stupid dare. you could hear his drunken laughter over the music as his face kept getting warmer, a soft blush adorning his sharp features due to the alcohol, his black locks sticking to his forehead contrasting his reddened skin,
âtrust me, heeseungâs going to love it.â jake chuckled besides you, ultimately stealing your attention away as he opened the door to the guest room, the image of a pair of handcuffs along with a large rope was the least expected one in your mind, and once your confusing gaze landed on jaeyunâs smiling face, you began to doubt whatever his idea was,
should you trust jake?
you shouldnât have trusted jake.
as trusting jake lead you to this current predicament, wearing a purple coloured lingerie beneath your feathery robe, "his favourtie colour" jaeyun's voice rang in your ears, the pair of handcuffs situated in your hand while the rope was in the other as you stared at heeseungâs shirtless passed out form with his tie around his neck, in your shared bed,
the party had ended hours ago, leaving you with a drunk, sleeping heeseung that currently seemed to be in a deep dream, lips partially opened as quiet snores left his mouth, evidently exhausted from the events of tonight,
your footsteps light as you stepped deeper into the bedroom, the wood quietly creaking beneath you while your gaze was fixated on heeseungâs form between the satin sheets, chest heaving upwards softly to allow short pants of his breath to escape,
countless thoughts ran through your head as your eyes kept scanning his body in the dim lighting of the room, should you proceed? what if he wakes up in the middle of everything? what if he doesnât enjoy it?
throughout the duration of your dilemma the only thought that circled your mind continuously was the possibility of heeseung enjoying this night, jaeyunâ his best friend, would never set you up for failure would he? never.
and with the prominent thought of this night becoming a memorable one for heeseung, you decided to continue.
opting on inhaling in a deep breath, you inched closer towards the bed till you moved atop his body, legs carefully caging around his waist whilst your shaky hands wrapped around his wrists, thankfully heeseung had his arms behind his head, ultimately making the situation easier for you to mend,
with caution, you wrapped the iron material around his wrists, the soft click of the cuffs increasing the rapid beating pace of your heart, nervousness etched its way throughout your body as heeseung was always the one to guide you in any sort of intimate situation, but now here you were, taking that freedom away from him.
and as your hands grabbed the rope to wrap his cuffed hands against the headboard, the man beneath you slightly moved, your breath hitched as you were only one pull away from completing his knot yet you froze once his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes remained closed as you awaited his awake, breathing out a sigh of relief after taking notice of his continued slumber,
with the final knot in place, heeseung was successfully cuffed and tied up, landing him in a situation where he had absolutely no chances of touching you as he always does and loves to, your eyes remained on the rope decorating his veiny hands, the contrast between his soft, delicate skin and the harsh ropeâ
âbaby?â heeseung raspily called, tone laced with sleep and exhaustion as his bleary eyes searched for yours, he could feel your figure atop his yet his gaze searched for yours in the dim lighting, heeseung attempted to move, confusion cascading his face once he realised the restriction around his hands,
âwhatâs all this?â he questioned, head looking upwards to the unexpected sight of the rope covered handcuffs surrounding his wrists, you stared at his face wide eyed, studying his every expression as your breathes quickened once his frown deepened,
âsurprise?â you responded, heart thumping between your ribs, innumerable thoughts swirled in your mind dizzyingly, heeseung's second tug at the ropes rendering him futile made you become hyper aware of the situation that you hadâ of the power you had over him.
"surprise? baby.. what are you planning?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing down on you, gaze swiftly lowering to widen at the sight of his favourite colour wrapping around your body alluringly, his nervous gulp went unnoticed by you, yet you were able to feel his length twitching beneath all articles of clothing between both of you easily.
breathing in a sharp breathâ "angel.. how about you untie me so we can both enjoy the night? hm?" he spoke out, desperately beginning his negotiation, and there was no way you were giving up your power.
to have lee heeseung tied up, helplessly beneath you was once in a lifetime occurrence, you might have adored all the nights of him taking full and complete control over you, sometimes deciding to be generous enough to allow you to have a small taste of what its like to take control by guiding you to please him,
"how does it feel?" you questioned ignoring his words, eyes avoiding his as it followed the path of your hand slowly brushing down from his shoulder towards his collarbone, the shaky rise of his chest beneath your fingertips heightened your senses as you felt a throbbing sensation from beneath you,
"angel.. what?" he puzzledly asked, attempting his best to control his breathes as your fingertips inched closer towards his nipple, attempting his best to distract himself from the warmth of your cunt seeping through the lingerie directly to his hardening dick, and yet again, all his attempts deemed inaffective.
"how does it feel to be under me?" you paid no mind to the sudden surge in confidence gushing through you, attention captured by the way heeseung's eyes immediately darkened, his mind was reeling from your teasing as he wasn't used to this at all, he was more accustomed to eat up the sight of your writhing, twitching body beneath him, not the sight of your hungry gaze staring down at him as he was tied up, he could see the numerous emotions spiraling in your vision.
a burning sensation expanded throughout his chest, his need and desire for you fueled by the remaining alcohol in his system, the absolute need to have you beneath him as he pleased you was almost blinding, and the constant throbbing around his wrists from the tight ropes was pushing his patience further,
"answer me hee, how does it feel? hm?" you copied his soft tone in persuading you once he remained silent, your hands gently caressing his smooth skin, heeseung began to shift beneath you, his body hot and bothered by your contiunous teasing and warmth surrounding him yet your lack of movement was driving him crazy, his breaths became shorter, eyelids became heavier as he stared at you,
he so desperately wanted to be angry with you, to somehow manage to stir the control to himâ yet your twinkling, curious gaze made him almost play along with your silly game,
"infuriating." he seethed out from between gritted teeth, eyes closing entirely once he felt you press your hips against him, resulting in him tugging against the ropes feebly again, you cooed mockingly at his frown, going further to rile him up by bringing your hand to caress his cheek soothingly, and almost instantly he leaned towards your touch, heeseung's breath hitched as he felt you beginning to slowly roll your hips against his,
opening his eyes to the sight of you looking beneath you both after you quickly discarded your robe, taking notice of his abs flexing, his length's outline steadily becoming more prominent, "just what is going on inside that pretty little head of yours, angel?" he smiled in frustration at you, your needy gaze locked with his own before you shrugged tauntingly,
"i just want to make you feel good." you replied with honesty, slowly lowering yourself towards him, heeseung hissed as he felt your plump lips ghosting kisses against his burning hot skin, his breathes quickened the wetter your kisses got while you went lower, his own lips getting caught hostage between his teeth when he felt you sucking his skin needily,
"baby.. come on," he urged on, the hem of his pants felt like scorching iron rubbing against his skin, his resolve slipping further at the feeling of your hands caressing his abdomen, your tongue swiftly circling his belly button before finally reaching his pants once you were satisfied with his surprised gasp, he breathed out a sigh of relief as you quickly tugged the constricting fabric along with his boxers down,
he was unbelievably hard, heeseungâs head was thrown back at the feeling of you blowing air on him once his large length was freed from his boxers, teeth grinding against one another once your cold fingertips wrapped around his burning skin, âdonât tease me more, angel.â he rasped out, a clear warning in his words as he was close to losing his mind at this point, yet you only smiled at him.
âjust enjoy what iâll give you.â his nails scratched angrily at the ropes from your words, he could feel his frustration leading his body as he thrusted uncontrollably into your hands, in need for any kind of friction, he could taste his blinding climax on the tip of his tongue and yet at the same time it felt so far away, his body felt like it was on fire as for the first timeâ he couldnât get what he wanted instantly.
heeseung was new to this situation, one where nothing was under his control and he was left with nothing but his desperate breathes for your mercy, a small portion of him was more accepting of the drastic change, yet that small voice was nothing in comparison to the warning alarms ringing in his head,
and he knew he was completely fucked the moment you decided to lick up a long stripe starting from his base then trailing upwards to circle his raging tip torturously, a shaky breath involuntarily escaped once you repeated the action once again, countless empty threats died in his throat at the feeling of your warm mouth engulfing him, hot tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock,
the salty taste of his continuous precum took over your senses, he was leaking a ridiculous amount just from simple teasing, using his precum as a lube substitute you began to jerk your hand up and down his length, the sudden change in pace resulting in his legs spasming around you, then a satisfied hum vibrating around his tip making him close his eyes shut,
his breathes got heavier the longer you moved, suckling on his tip sloppily with the incessant motion of your hand bringing him closer to his release, heeseungâs muffled groans got louder as he attempted his best to silence himself, not used to being the vocal one that much.
you looked up to the sight of his head thrown back, chest and face flushing a pretty pink along with a sheen, thin layer of sweat glistening along his rapidly rising chest, he looked breathtaking under the dim lighting, abs and legs flexing as he felt his abdomen tightening even more,
âd-donât stop angel⌠iâm close,â he whimpered out, the sound of his voice breaking and stuttering out made your brain short circuit, a sound so sweet and addictive that youâve been deprived of for months, you decided to tease him more,
the moment the tip of your tongue licked along his prominent vein beneath the head of his cock was enough to have his eyes roll back into his skull, plump lips agape to let out a quiet shocked gasp, you continued applying pressure, his thighs shaking next to you whilst his biceps flexed around his head, the rope slowly damaging his skin yet all his mind could focus on was your tongue and the unexpected quickened build up of his climax,
his head fell to the side, pleasure overtaking his body as the coil in his abdomen only tightened further, your hands lowered to fondle with his balls whilst your tongue remained teasing his vein, heeseung could swear he began to see stars the longer you continued, chest rising speedily to inhale deep breathes that felt nonexistent for him,
âright there baby.. so c-close iâm cu-â yet he couldnât finish his sentence, the intense build up of pure delight running in his veins abruptly ended, his eyes snapped open in shock when you just pulled away,
âbaby what the fuck are you doing?â he spat out angrily, his head lifted swiftly, irritated gaze landing on the sight of your swollen lips and glistening eyes staring back at him, his breathes quickened in frustration as his cock twitched desperately at the view of you, âi canât have you finish so quickly, whereâs the fun in that?â
and with ease, your words affected him efficiently, his brown pools instantly darkening, pupils reducing in size the longer he felt his release slipping away from his body, âiâm gonna fuck that attitude out of you the moment i break these shits,â he tugged on the ropes again, heeseung has never felt so sexually frustrated before, his throbbing length was aching almost painfully when your hold slightly tightened around him,
âyou talk too much,â was your only response, heeseung couldnât bring himself to respond back in time before you lowered yourself yet again, he was suffering whiplash after whiplash from the âsurpriseâ and your frustrating teasing, his head fell back against the pillow once he felt your warm mouth engulfing his tip again,
âyouâre going to r-regret this so much, pretty.â he choked out, face burning hot once he felt his impending release returning in an embarrassingly quick manner, you started with licking gently at his sensitive, leaking slit while your hands jerked off his cock below slowly, one hand moved to milk his length while the other stayed lower to cradle his balls,
the familiar stars returned to his vision when you only hummed around him at his words, his frustration mixed with the intense pleasure were feelings his body couldnât keep up with, and he was under your control with his twitching body directly beneath your hands.
âplease angel⌠donât stop, iâm so close,â he begged you, voice scratchy and hoarse as he felt his lower half slightly go numb with the continuous build up, his creeping climax approaching in a way his mind couldnât keep up with, one second he was holding back moans while the other he felt mere moments away from his orgasm,
his abdomen tightened, as he could yet again taste his release on the tip of his tongue, so close, so dizzyingly close he was, his mouth fell open at the feeling of his climax moments away from washing over him, hips jerking into your hold once you quickened only for all of it to come crashing down once you pulled back again,
âwhat the fuck-â heeseung growled out, his body searing in anger and pain when all he could feel around his raging length was the cold air, not your wet mouth and warm hands, his mind was reeling with curses as he lifted his head up again, âdid i ruin it?â you questioned as you smiled at him.
âdid i ruin it, again?â and there you sat, dolled up in his favourite colour, lingerie barely covering any part of you while you looked at him, eyes twinkling with mischief as you smirked at him, and his painfully red length right infront of you, he didnât respond,
âcome on hee, is this not fun for you?â you spoke, hands reaching upwards to caress his twitching thighs, finger tips going as high as his hips, torturously close to his length before going down to his knee, heeseung didnât respond, his eyes remained close whilst he breathed heavily from his nose,
you failed to notice the way his veins were bulging at this point all around his arms, specifically his hands, you failed to notice his fingers and wrists turning red around the cuffs as he tugged, busy pushing your teasing further with running your index finger from the base of his length to his tip,
all you could feel was authority and power, your first taste as you wished to prolong the view of a whimpering heeseung under you, âyou could tell me-â you completely failed to notice the small crack! around the headboard that the rope was fastened to,
you were too late, your heart dropped to your stomach at the sudden loud sound of wood breaking, followed by clank of metal, the large scattered piece of wood landed on the floor followed by the ripped ropes and the handcuffs, you sat frozen in your place in shock and attempting to process the fact thatâ heeseung just broke completely free?
he sat there, dark strands falling all over his eyes that were staring at you half lidded, you could see the pent up frustration and anger in them, most importantly the relief now that he was free, the feral glint intensified when he gently moved his hands around his wrists, his hand caressing the slightly damaged skin all while maintaining eye contact with your shocked face,
you really shouldnât have trusted jake.
because jake never brought up the high possibility of the result of his plan to be a feral heeseung staring at you in a predatory gaze with a broken headboard behind him, âyou had your fun didnât you, baby?â he smiled at you, chest remaining to pant heavy breaths,
you only nodded your head, still stuck on attempts to process the fact that jakeâs plan entirely backfired, what now?
ânow itâs my time to have fun, itâs only fair that way isnât it?â he finished your thought for you, he cooed at the sight of your confused gaze, yet you werent completely sure. judging by his sudden attitude change, there was no way he was going to be this nice with you, not after everything you did?
âcome hereâ he pushed himself upwards on the bed before he patted on his lap, his length still standing proud and hard, yet the expectant look in heeseungâs eyes made you obey him completely,
you hastily crawled towards him, his needy hands instantly caressing and fondling every inch of skin he could reach, âlook at you.. all dolled up for me, you look stunning, angel.â he trailed kisses down your shoulder once your back pressed against his chest, his length throbbed by your lower back whilst his hands gripped around the frail fabric around your body, his hands were rough,
god if you only knew what you were in for.
âjust for you, hee.â you whispered to him, turning your head to face his lovesick eyes, the sudden changes in his gaze made your head spin as the heeseung that was glowering at you a mere minute ago, was currently drowning in your eyes with nothing but pure adoration and need for you,
âyeah? all for me, right?â he breathed out against your lips, large hands now finding comfort on your waist, stroking your soft skin gently as he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, you felt his lips curving upwards into a smile when you nodded in confirmation to his words,
âopen your legs for me, darling.â his hands lowered to grip your thighs apart, fingertips brushing soothingly against your supple skin before they inched towards your center, your soiled panties coming in contact with his fingertips made him chuckle, âalready this excited, baby?â he questioned, his smile widening when you turned your blushing face away from him,
his fingers quickly pushed the soaked fabric away, immediately moving towards your sopping hole, your wetness gushed around his finger once he teased the tip of his finger in, his other arm came up to wrap around your waist once your breathes began to get heavier, face flushed whilst he carefully pressed you more against him as he leaned back against the remaining part of the headboard,
âlook at you taking me in so well, angel.â he praised, eyes locked and fascinated on the way his fingers disappeared between your swollen folds only to come out glistening, you looked below you, the sight of your dripping cunt covered by his long fingers never failed to make your heart skip a beat, only increasing the warmth spreading around your body once he dipped back in,
his rough skin caressed along your gummy walls, easily reaching your weakest and sweetest spots to please you in the best ways possible, his priorities seemed to remain unchanged even in his state of pure rage, he still had to make you cum at least once on his fingers or tongue before proceeding with anything else,
it was when he swiftly added his other ring finger to please you along with his middle one, then proceeding to use his other hand to rub slow circles on your puffy clit, steadily dragging your climax closer, you began to see stars,
colourful indecipherable shapes clouded your vision as heeseung fingered your first release out of you with ease, your glazed eyes rolled to the back of your head when he continued, aiding you in riding out your climax with his movements between your twitching legs whilst he whispered unintelligible praises to your ear, ending each word with a gentle kiss that echoed in your mind,
he was so gentle with you as you moaned quietly for him, your noises heard as melodies for him and only him, he studied your every expression while you were coming undone under his touch, though heâs seen you in this state countless times your short gasps, furrowed eyes and closed eyelids that were complimented by your flushed cheeks never failed to leave him mesmerised,
your hand quickly reached out to slow his movements, heeseung was close to beginning overstimulating you, his fingers resumed to thrust into your gushing cunt, knocking your breath out, yet before you could ask him to stop he beat you to it, âyou took all this away from me tonight,â he whispered, tone undergoing an astonishing change as he spoke in anger,
the pleasure and sensitivity was beginning to numb your mind once you felt another impending orgasm building up, your abdomen twisting in tension at your imminent release, âhee please-â you whimpered out before he cut you off, âtake all of it, didnât you want to make me feel good?â he asked, breathes getting harsher against your ear while your heart raced, your legs ached once heeseung moved his own beneath them to keep yours open,
âmake me feel good, angel. cum for me,â he ordered, his hands increasing in pace as he quickly added a third finger making your eyes almost cross, your wetness by now was gliding down his hand and inevitably ruining the sheets beneath you, the force of his fingers pushed back against your convulsing hips, whilst he busied himself with trailing bites down your neck,
âiâm c-close, heeâ you warned, voice cracking with each syllable as your oncoming climax felt more intense, the coil in your stomach twisting and turning once your release was moments away from overtaking your body, âcome on, angel. iâve got you,â his words were the last ones you registered before your ears began to ring as you squirted all over his hands, body trembling in his hold while heeseung continued to fuck you with his fingers, riding out the entirety of your orgasm whilst he basked in your moans and whimpers of his name,
âdid so well for me angel,â he breathed out, his fingers pulled out from your dripping folds, reaching upwards to teasingly press on your puffy clit, eliciting a needy whimper from you, âdoesnât feel that nice when you tease, does it?â he asked with his voice heavy, eyes glued on your face twisted in pleasure and slight overstimulation, âno, iâm sorry, it doesnât feel nice.â you quickly responded, wishing in your head for this to be over as the exhaustion from your mind blowing releases was slowly shutting down your brain,
yet heeseung noticed the prolonged period of your closed eyes, there was no way you thought that the night could possibly end any time soon, right? absolutely not. he hasnât even started yet,
with a particularly unexpected slap to your dripping cunt your eyes shot wide open, a shocked gasp escaped your throat before all the noises in the room were replaced with your mewls that rung out once he began to toy with your overstimulated clit, âwanna go to sleep, baby?â he questioned while his fingers teased around your entrance again,
your body shivered beneath his arms as he pushed the tip of his two fingers in, âcan we sleep, please?â you cried out, a thin veil beginning to form around your eyes once all the nerves in your body sparked, pleasure shooting all throughout your veins when heeseung pushed his fingers knuckles deep again, âour night hasnât even started yet, pretty.â he replied with a chuckle,
your moans broke apart further the more his fingers began to fuck out orgasm after orgasm from you whilst he savoured every pretty noise you made, each sound making him fall deeper into the haze of the lust that was intoxicating the room, the longer you squirmed in his hold, the longer you made the prettiest sounds, the worse he ached beneath you, he relished in all the unintentional movements to his throbbing length behind you, swallowing back every moan of his in every few seconds that you moved just right,
âyou can give me another one, canât you?â his hot breath landed against your ear, by now both of your bodies felt sticky and hot, drenched in sweat atop the steadily soaking sheets, your breath mixed with his whilst his fingers never left your drenched pussy, heeseungâs mind was reeling with pain and pleasure at this point, his body had probably gotten more sensitive than yours yet he knew it was all going to be worth it in the end,
you shook your head in denial, however your body was contradicting all your thoughts once you gushed around his fingers again, heeseung smiled in satisfaction at your spent state, your sweaty chest rising up rapidly in despair for air, he had to fight the urge to bury his face between your legs once his fingers pulled away to reveal multiple, clear spider web like strings that connected his fingers to your cunt, their rightful place.
heeseung was absolutely hypnotised by your weak body above him, twitching legs behind his for when he attempted his best to keep yours open, captivated by the way your hands gripped around his for support as you tried to regulate your breathing,
he gently moved your body towards the bed, laying you down carefully whilst you opened your unfocused, watery eyes to gaze at his love and concern filled ones, âyou alright, baby?â he whispered against your lips, lowering body as close to possible to yours, curious eyes searching your tired ones when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to lower him for a gentle peck, you nodded your head in reassurance to him, oh how you wish you didnât.
as the moment that you did, his eyes flashed with the same anger they had minutes ago, âyou still have energy, i know you do.â he replied, assuring himself more than you before he flipped your body over in the blink of an eye, the last expression on his face that you saw was of him smiling at you,
his hands brushed against your sides from the bottom to the top, like a predator checking their prey. his hold tightening the more he inched lower before he reached your hips, âso perfect for me,â he whispered his praise more to himself while his eyes took in every inch of your exhausted body,
you whimpered in his hold in surprise when he spread your cheeks apart, revealing your dripping gaping hole to his eyes, the sight alone made an incredibly painful throb to resonate from between his aching legs,
he wasted no time in propping himself on his knees, hips angled towards yours with his raging red tip positioned at your entrance, without a warning he pushed in,
the satisfying burn and tightening made you moan in unison, heeseung by now was completely acting on his own desires, body overtaken in pleasure and absolute need to have himself buried to the deepest point in you, your figure pressed against his while he fucked you till the sunrise, till both of your bodies were so sensitive and unable to handle a single touch,
his thrusts were merciless as he pounded into you, pushing your body further against the bed before pulling you back by your hips, you moaned into the pillow as heeseung took complete control of the situation, ridiculous how you thought tonight he would be under your control.
and as the thought was formed in your head, he pushed harsher against you before he rasped out, âyou tried toâŚâ cut off by his harsh breaths, his hips suddenly slowed down to become more powerful, âtried. to. control. me?â he asked through gritted teeth in an incredulous manner, accentuating and bringing more strength to every word by following it with a harsh thrust, his tip pressing against your cervix with each word making your eyes roll back whilst your jaw went slack,
his cock brushed against all your sweet spots, length perfectly stretching your walls with the tiniest tinge of burn due his large size, you could feel each and every vein bulging along your guts as he pounded into you,
âtried to guide me?â he followed with a laugh, and there he was. the heeseung you were expecting to appear since the moment you tied him up, the wild and vicious side of him that youâve rarely gotten to see as he much preferred showing you his gentler side, however those were in situations that were under his control.
humiliation took over you at his words in the best form possible, his words of mock only resulted in you tightening around him making him groan, he leaned forward, hovering his chest above your back as he completely caged you beneath him, before he brought himself closer to your ear, âyou looked so cute trying to tell me what to do, babyâ he whispered, hips pressing flush against your ass with every syllable,
your throat had gone hoarse by now, as all you could hear were your mewls followed by heeseungâs words, the tears that aligned by your waterline had slid down a long time ago, staining your face in the prettiest way possible, heeseungâs favourite way.
âlooked so cute acting all tough like you donât need me to help you with anything, hm?â he continued, chuckling into your ear as more tears aligned by your jaw before dropping onto the pillow,
âlooked so cute trying to suck me off like you donât need me to push your head down my dick everytime,â his arm came upwards, you had buried your head in your pillow soaked tears as his cock continued moulding you into his size while he spoke to you, unbeknownst to you he expertly pulled off the tie hanging loosely by his neck,
and in a split second, heeseung had wrapped the narrow fabric around your neck, you gasped as heeseung lifted your head upwards, the tie applied perfect pressure to your jugular veins instantly resulting in you becoming lightheaded whilst heeseungâs animalistic eyes bored into yours,
âwhat made you think thatâll work?â he smiled at you, revealing his pearly whites as if he wasnât pounding into you, whines escaped your mouth before you could process any of them, heeseung stared at your every expression with admiration and conceitedness,
âhave i not made you take control enough when you wanted to?â he pressed on, smile widening as he had an unrecognisable expression on his face, you couldnât tell if it was his reddened dark eyes, or his flushed face with his black locks that stuck on his forehead contrasting the light blush, but you could barely recognise him, the unfamiliar expression on his face sent pulses of warmth throughout your body,
âyou could have asked me if you were that interested, instead of putting those pathetic shits around my wrists.â he finished off, tilting his head to the side once you closed your eyes, his thursts never faltered as he brought you closer to your release, abdomen twisting and churning in preparation for your oncoming climax, you felt your ears ringing again when heeseung slightly pulled on the fabric around your neck,
âeyes on me, pretty.â he groaned, his own voice laced with exhaustion and need, the desire to release his climax from hours ago now blinding his senses, you opened your unfocused eyes to land upon his, and while his hips were grinding against yours, every inch of his cock caressing every inch of your walls that swallowed him up entirely, he spoke out,
âopen your mouth, baby.â his grip shakily tightening further around the tie, you breaths getting heavier and more difficult as you opened your mouth, heeseung spat onto your lolled out tongue, eyeing the way the string of saliva landed on your tongue before he pulled the tie more, âswallow.â and you did whilst he studied your every move,
once you showed him your clean tongue to satisfy him, he began to lower himself towards your neck, your head ultimately fell against the pillow again as heeseung began to trail soft bites along your shoulder while his hips moved against yours, both of you ridiculously sensitive from the prolonged edging and overstimulation, holding back desperately to lengthen the period of him inside of you, you moaned his name in need as his tip kept kissing your cervix,
âtaking me in so well, milking my cock so good angel.â he praised, the pleasure finally overtaking his body as your walls only sucked him in further while more slick poured around your legs and onto the sheets, your moans mixed with his needy ones, sweaty bodies rubbing against one another messily as both of you chased your highs in desperation,
âs-seung, iâm so close.â you stuttered out, eyes closing when heeseung softly tugged at the tie, his own eyes shut once he felt his climax mere seconds away from washing down on him, the dizzying feeling of euphoria already running through his veins and intensifying with the build up, he could see stars clouding his vision similar to the ones clouding yours, âiâve got you baby, cum for me.â he sweetly whispered,
and he followed his words with one, two and three delicious thrusts right against your cervix that had you coming undone for him, release washing over you mind numbingly, body weak as your legs shook beneath heeseungâs while his hand caressed your hips in attempts of comforting you, lips never stopping from kissing sweet words into your ear as you shook beneath him, the torturous tightening of your walls easily pushed heeseung over the edge as a few moments later you could feel his warm ropes of cum filling you up completely,
you struggled to return to your senses, body overtaken with exhaustion while heeseung kept peppering open mouthed kisses along your shoulder, his arms moved to wrap around your waist, gently fondling with your breasts as he was still cumming, he filled you up so well,
quiet and loving praises fell against your ear once heeseung was finished, still buried deep inside of you with his tie around your neck, your breathes were nearly shaky as he pressed his body closer to yours, âdid amazing for me, baby.â
âhow about i run both of us a bath then we can go to sleep?â he once again kissed your shoulder, smiling against your skin once you nodded,
you nodded in hopes of returning to clean satin sheets to drift off to slumber in the arms of your only love.
the smell of his favourite lavender bath bomb overwhelmed your nose when heeseung carried you into the warm bathroom after discarding you of your lingerie, gently lowering you into the warmth of the water before quickly taking his place behind you, your back laid against his chest, his hands ran up and down your arms in comfort, heeseungâs chest warmed as he noticed goosebumps aligning all over your skin at his touch the longer you leaned into him, his fingertips ghosted over your skin in a pleasant way.
your head was placed on his shoulder as your face was turned towards his neck, eyes closed in exhaustion from the restless night, heeseung cooed when he noticed all the narrow tear streaks on your cheeks, his hands massaged all your aching muscles whilst his lips kissed away your dried tears,
âyou okay, pretty?â he softly called out, voice quiet and gentle next to your ear, his soft side returning quickly, your gentle and caring heeseung gazed at you with concern and love shimmering in his eyes that filled with relief once you nodded, âiâm sorry if i was a bit rough, angel.â he continued, lips now moving along your neck with each word while his hands lowered to your thighs,
âitâs okay, i liked it.â you replied honestly once your eyes opened to look into his own expectant ones, voice quiet and hoarse as your throat felt sore, âyeah i bet you did, you looked pretty pleased you know.â he smiled before attempting to mimick your expressions that resulted in a pinch to his hand from you,
âthough iâm⌠not that satisfied yet.â heeseung voiced out quietly, his smile widened when your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not that satisfied?
âwhat do you mean?â you questioned in bewilderment, you could still feel how sore all your muscles were there was no way he still had the energy for another round,
âi mean⌠it is my birthday isnât it?â he began, you nodded along his words which was his cue to continue, his eyes trailed all along your shoulders and neck that were littered with his bites, âand you do want to make me happy on my birthday, right?â of course he was going to use his birthday card to get what he wants, you should have seen it coming from heeseung. âand i can get whatever i want on my birthday.â
âyes you canâ heeseung, what do you want?â you asked, by now you had half your body turned to face him as you were genuinely curious to what he wanted, especially now when heeseung had a soft blush dusting his gorgeous features,
âi want you to ride my thigh, pretty.â he spoke out almost shyly, your heeseung who always surrounded you with his teasing and flirty nature, now was looking at you with twinkling eyes and blushed cheeks as he asked you to ride his thigh.
he cleared his throat before his natural, intimidating expression returned, âyou donât have to, if youâre too tired.â he added, but how could you deny such a request when he was staring at you with his plump lips swollen and red, his lids heavy on his eyes that were begging you to comply to his request, his hands that were ghosting around your waist lovingly only pushed you further,
and instead of answering him, you quickly moved your sore body to face him making the water ripple around you, your leg lifting over his to position yourself where he requested you too, heeseung instantly began to guide you, flexing his muscles beneath you once your overstimulated, puffy clit came in contact with his skin, he relished in your quiet whimper as he rocked your hips against his thigh,
your hands gripped onto his shoulders for support, nails digging sharply into his skin as you felt pleasure shooting from every nerve in your body, heeseung settled his head into the crook of your neck, lips returning to their rightful place of kissing your skin and every inch of it they could reach while his hands never stopped from aiding you in riding him,
your soft moans landed directly on his ear easily sending him into a trance as he felt overstimulated by feeling you everywhere around him, all over him and this was undoubtedly his favourite place to be, you could feel your release steadily building up as heeseung kept altering between relaxing and tensing his thigh, each movement sending jolts of pleasure throughout your whole body,
you could by now feel his length standing proud and poking at your other leg that was placed between his, his own breaths getting heavier against your neck while his nails dug into your hips, âiâm so close, hee.â you mewled out next to his ear, eyes closing once you felt the coil in your abdomen mere seconds from snapping, the water splashed around the tub, some droplets landing against the floor while you continued,
he nodded along to your words, âi know, baby.â he whispered against your skin, your movements quickened the more you felt your release approaching, your climax right around the corner while heeseungâs lips never left your skin, praises falling into your ear as his body practically moulded with yours, he held you closer once he felt your legs twitching besides his, âiâm cumming, heeâ oh my god!â you cried out as your release washed over you headily, your wetness spurting all over his skin once intense waves of pleasure filled your body,
whispers of i got yous were the only thing keeping you grounded when you saw dots littering all across your vision, body spasming in pleasure as heeseung helped you in riding out your orgasm with his praises remaining continuous, if you thought you werenât spent then, you totally are now.
âdid so fucking well for me, baby.â he spoke quietly to you as you nuzzled further into his chest, âbut you didnât finishââ you started off, hand lowering to his abdomen to help him before he gripped your hand, bringing it upwards to place a soft kiss to your knuckles, he held your it close to his lips as he cut you off, âno baby, you already did so well for me, this is something iâll take care, okay?â he replied tenderly, pressing a soft kiss into your cheek after you nodded to his words,
ânow letâs get you out and go to sleep, how does that sound, love?â he asked, smiling adoringly at your tired state, âamazing.â
soft groans reached your ears as the sunlight steadily peeked through into your shared bedroom, the arms that wrapped around you as you fell asleep a few hours prior suddenly had a tighter grip on you, heeseungâs hands moved on your body, caressing and fondling every inch of skin beneath his fingers while his hot breaths landed on your shoulder as your back was turned towards him,
âhee?â you called, voice laced with sleep while your eyes remained closed, heeseungâs movements paused for a second, you could tell he was trying to regulate his breathing behind you before his hands resumed, âi need you angel, i want to please you so bad.â his needy and whiny voice shocked you, knocking away any remaining thought of sleeping out of your head the moment you heard him, inevitably causing a familiar wetness to pool in your panties, did he see a dream or something?
âseung what-â âplease, just let me eat you out.â he cut you off, and if you werenât shocked before you for sure were now, he quickly turned you around to face him to see just how desperate he was at this sudden moment, âi couldnât stop thinking about it yesterday, you were too tired but now that you slept i have to do this,â he rambled out, his body felt ten times hotter than yours as his arms pulled you towards his chest, âsit on my face.â
and you really didnât have to be told twice,
so here you were now, gripping on the headboardâ well what remained of the headboard with your legs placed around heeseungâs shoulders, back arching as he fucked his tongue in and out of your sopping hole,
your body shook with intense pleasure, still weak and aching from a few hours earlier yet still so responsive to every move made by heeseung, the same arms that broke free of the iron cuffs and ripped the ropes from yesterday now had a vice grip on your thighs and hips to keep you in your place, guaranteeing that you have no choice but to take what heâs been dying to give you since the moment your tongue ran along his dick yesterday,
quiet moans left your mouth when heeseung began to switch between fucking his tongue into your cunt only to suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves a second later, and he made sure that when he thrusted his tongue in your gummy walls, his nose pressed against your clit perfectly, his hips were yearningly thrusting into the blanket in hopes of slightest bit of friction, yet his main focus still remained on pleasuring you.
your groans and whimpers increased in volume as you felt the tightening of the coil in your abdomen increase, the pleasure already running through your veins intensely from the mere build up, heeseung mirrored every noise you were making on your cunt, each hum sending a dizzying vibration that pushed you further to the edge,
âhee, babyâ iâm so close.â you moaned out, heeseung could already tell you were moments away from your climax from the way you were gushing on his mouth and he was glad to lick every drop, the pace of his movements surged in speed at your words, âcum for me, angel.â he hummed against your clit and that was enough to have the familiar stars dazzle your sight,
your legs shook uncontrollably around his head whilst heeseung licked and sucked everywhere, he continued eating you out sloppily as your wetness decorated all over the lower half of his face and he couldnât be happier.
heeseung was humming along to your moans of pleasure, feeling just as high on ecstasy as you were, jaw slack while he licked up all what you had to offer before opting to just place soft kisses,
your body was holding on for dear lifeâ the only form of stability was the headboard that you could no longer depend on as your grip got weaker the longer heeseung kept kissing you in a mind numbing manner, your body melted in his hold while your brain felt like it turned into mush, the grip he had on your legs tightening when your convulsing legs attempted to move away once he slowly began to overstimulate you,
your whimpers turned shaky when he pressed one long kiss before he finally allowed you to pull away, his hands instantly moved to hold your body close to his, proudly displaying his smiling face that was glistening with your wetness to you,
âheeseung youâre rock hard,â you stated as your eyes unintentionally lowered to the obvious tent in the middle of the blanket, âbaby, the way you moaned my name was so hot. i would literally cum if you touch me once right now.â he replied, nuzzling his face closer to you while being mindful of keeping you clean,
âthen let me help you,â and before heeseung could protest again, your hand briskly went under the blanket, dipping below his boxers to finally give attention to his throbbing cock,
in an instant, a low moan was drawn out from his chest whilst his eyes immediately closed in pleasure, your fingers ran along his length, his leaking precum aiding in the smooth movement of your hand, jerking your wrist to move up and down before pausing to press your thumb atop his gushing slit,
heeseung hissed in sensitivity, the hold he had on your waist tightening when he inched his mouth closer to your ear, âdonât tease me if you donât want me to repeat yesterday.â he warned quietly, and you had no intentions to do so whatsoever,
âi really just want to please you,â you replied honestly making heeseung smile, âyouâre already doing so well.â he moaned out once your hand picked up the pace, his red tip was covered with his precum as his cock throbbed in your hand, you quickly went closer towards his legs once his thighs began to twitch, leaving heeseung to throw his head back on the pillow while his hands gripped the sheets beneath him,
âso close.. iâm so close,â he babbled out, eyes shut in pleasure with his hips jerking forward uncontrollably, you studied his every twitch and shake as you continued the movement of your hands, studied the flexing of his abs as the coil in his stomach tightened unbearably, studied the way his jaw went slack while moans reverberated from his chest, studied the way his veins were popping from the tight grip he had on the sheets,
you could tell he was moments away from his climax, and with the sudden thought of heightening his pleasure you quickly acted upon itâ the motion of your hands continued with heeseungâs eyes shut and head thrown back and the moment you lowered your head so lick at his tip had him shaking beneath you,
you swiftly began to suck on his pulsing tip, tongue licking along his slit as you hollowed your cheeks before pushing your head lower to his length, the sudden change made heeseungâs head bolt upwards, wide eyes that lined with a thin veil of tears gazed at you, his breaths getting shakier the longer you kept moving your head up and down his cock,
âfuckâ right there baby, just like that. just like that, angel,â he rambled on, head falling back against the pillow as he could feel sweat rolling down his temples, the pleasure in his body flared when you once again began to tease that one pronounced vein that had his eyes rolling back to his skull
âbabyâ oh my godâ he moaned loudly, not having the chance to warn you before his climax flushed over his body, hot spurts of his cum ran down your throat while you continued to suckle on his tip, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock as your hand continued to jerk off his length, heeseung felt light headed, absolutely delirious when he started to feel himself being pushed into overstimulation, his deep moans echoed through the walls of your room as you kept pleasuring him,
he could feel the continuous sensation of ecstasy and euphoria running through his veins and numbing his head, sparks of pleasure shooting along his spine once you forced yourself lower and deepthroated him, and god he was cumming so fucking much.
you were struggling to keep up with him, tears aligning in your waterline while some escaped from the intense burning in your throat as you struggled to accommodate his length so deep in you, yet you remained with your nose pressed against his pelvis while his body shook, you finally gave him what heâs been waiting for since yesterday and god heeseung has never felt this good.
once his body calmed down to slight twitches you pulled away, the sight of your swollen and glistening lips covered in his cum made heeseungâs sensitive cock twitch, his eyes remained glued on you as you lolled your clean tongue out to show him, and he had to fight the urge to pound into you like yesterday.
he smiled at you in exhaustion before easily pulling your body upwards, he kissed along your face and jaw, relishing in all of your giggles as he held you close to him, tight in between his arms, right where you belong.
âsatisfied now?â you questioned out as you nuzzled closer into his chest, âso satisfied i could marry you tomorrow.â
âhe WHAT?!â jakeâs voice pierced throughout your room, it was currently the evening, the day after heeseungâs birthday where his closest friends came to visit your apartment, and while heeseung was busy gaming with sunghoon in the living room, jaeyun pulled you into your bedroom to question you about how his âgeniusâ plan went.
âhe broke the handcuffs, jake.â you sighed in exasperation, youâve already explained the story three times yet jakeâs mind refused to process the fact that his plan completely backfired,
his widened eyes stared at yours in shock and bewilderment, having difficulty understanding just how heeseung broke freeâ âwhat about the ropes? how did they not-â âhe ripped them in a second, jake.â you cut him off before he started another endless rant,
now jake knew that heeseung and sunghoon (along with jongseong sometimes) went to the gym, building up a consistent routine that took place mainly in the mornings, and yes he was aware that the routine was established a few months agoâ yet he was sure that heeseung would stand no chance against iron handcuffs, and to ease his doubts he added the ropes,
âyou underestimated him terribly, jae.â you spoke out, exhaustion evident in your tone as you hadnât been able to have the best sleep of the night, your mind attempting to process all the events that took place yesterday yet the one that disturbed you the most was how unaffected heeseung was now, as he was helping jongseong in the kitchen a few minutes ago before agreeing on playing a few rounds with sunghoon,
âwell.. iâll have to invest in better handcuffs next time, how are you by the way?â he replied, curious eyes studying your movements, âhm?â you questioned in confusion, uncertain of what he was implying, âare you like⌠sore or anything?â he replied, his gaze now avoidant as he used his hands to aid him in expressing himself, oh.
âwhat do you think?â you looked at him, eyes very clearly indicating that youâve reached your limit, âwell.. he does have a pretty bad temper, i hope it wasnât anything too harsh.â he smiled innocently, nodding his head along to his own words to convince himself
âwho has bad temper?â oh gosh, speak of the devil.
heeseung stood at the doorway of the room, his gaze switching between your figure on the bed and jakeâs standing one, âclearly you.. what even made you break the headboard last night?â jake asked cluelessly attempting his best to switch the topic of conversation,
âwhy are you interested about last night?â heeseung questioned, eyebrows knitting together before his gaze found the bag next to jakeâs leg, it was jakeâs bag, and it had the broken handcuffs and ropes from yesterday, and suddenly a light bulb went off atop heeseungâs head as his eyes widened
âso it was you?!â heeseung practically yelled at jake, an accusatory finger pointing at him when all the dots connected, âme?!â jaeyun pushed his innocent act further, mirroring heeseungâs shocked expression and pointing in confusion at himself while you just stared in anticipation at the two grown men,
âit was your idea, sim jaeyun!â and with that final yell from heeseung, jake ran out of the room.
A, NOTE. pt2: the first part of the whole tying up & handcuff breaking was inspired by a jungkook fic i read on wattpad years ago so credit goes to that author for the inspiration ! i unfortunately canât remember the fic nor the title :(
iâm so sorry for the delay that happened with this fic, itâs crazy to think about how this was supposed to be posted 2.5 months ago yet i just finished it, iâve come to the realisation that i prefer longer fics that have more scenes in them which obviously require a lot of writing so iâve decided to not set release dates for my future fics,
the foreshadow soulmate!jake is one that iâm still working on ! and itâs 100% going to be longer than this one considering that now this âsurpriseâ fic is my longest one :0 a bit shocking for me honestly, anywho next up iâll try my hardest to put out my jake fic but if not & i put out smth different just know that im still working on it bcs i really like soulmate tropes :] anywho happy new year ! wishing everyone happiness & health for this year <3
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Fresh Meat
Joel Miller x F!Reader wc: 3,452
Summary: Finally deciding to get your first tattoo, you go to the best in the business - Joel Miller. Warnings/Tags: MDNI 18+, No outbreak AU, Joel is a tattoo artist, Explicit Language, random female character(iykyk), reader has shoulder length hair, unprotected PinV, fingering(f!receiving), Joel Miller has a filthy mouth(I blame Pedroâs gym picture for this) , I went off memory on tattoo aftercare, reader is getting her first tattoo A/N: First, thank you for your eyeballs and help on this one @beefrobeefcal, @noxturnalnymph, @jennaispunk, and @strang3lov3. Second, this is a very belated birthday present for @jay-zzle who I have screamed about more times than I can even count. It all started with her making a random post looking for Pedro Pascal character fic recs and here we are over a year later! I would not even be writing if it weren't for her. I love you, I'm so very glad we met and Iâm so happy you are in my life â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Masterlist||AO3
dividers by @saradika-graphics
The thought has crossed your mind plenty of times. It wasnât as if your family was against tattoos. It was just a lot to consider, between marking your body permanently, and the pain of a needle stabbing into your skin hundreds of times. What if you wake up one day, look at yourself in the mirror and hate it? What then? Laser removal is more expensive than a tattoo and, from what youâve heard - even more painful.
Youâve done the research, asked the right questions and on your twenty-seventh birthday, you finally decide to bite the bullet and do it. Youâre getting tattooed by the Joel Miller. Heâs been in the tattoo business for over thirty years now. You studied his line work extensively, scrolling through his Instagram page for hours on end. His name is in tattoo magazines around the world claiming to be one of the best in the business. You steady yourself before grabbing the door handle, feeling the cool steel against your palm, before pulling it open to hear a ding above your head.
âAfternoon, sweetheart,â the platinum-blonde woman says, giving you a friendly smile. âWhat can I help you with?â
âUh, J-Joel?â You stammer, eyes wide looking around the shop, colorful pieces of art plastered on the walls, the faint sounds of buzzing surround your ears like a mosquito searching for a spot to bite, âIâm su- supposed to meet-,â you clear your throat, shaking your hands against your sides, gripping the strap of your purse that rests across your body tightly, letting out a nervous chuckle, âSorry, nervous. I have an appointment with Joel.â
âAh!â She smirks, clicking around on the computer in front of her. âYou must be his three oâclock! Girl, you got lucky with that cancellation. Heâs been completely booked for the next six months!â She adds with a laugh, lightly smacking the counter before leaning her tiny frame against it. âJoel!â Her voice booms, âYour three is here!â
âAh, fresh meat!â Joelâs voice echoes down the hall. âThink she can handle it, Miko?â
âI think so,â she shrugs, smiling while eyeing you up and down. âThis your first?â
âYeah,â you murmur shyly, eyes glancing at your shoes, kicking nervously at the checkered floor.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â she beams proudly, âJoel will take good care of you!â
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You sit in the chair, glancing around the walls of the room. Multiple magazine cutouts praising Joelâs work are hung in black frames, and beautiful artwork is scattered throughout the space. You notice a sticker plastered on the wall that says No Weenies Allowed and let out a soft laugh.
âSo youâre wantinâ it behind your ear?â Joel asks. You jump at his sudden presence, stepping into the room. âSorry, darlinâ,â he smirks, âDidnât mean to spook ya.â
âItâs okay.â You state, feeling your face heat up. âUhm, yeah, I was hoping to get it behind my ear, like right here.â You rub the spot behind your ear with a single finger, dangerously close to your hairline. The messages you and Joel had swapped back and forth; he had mentioned possibly needing to shave some of your hair to do the tattoo.
âYa mind?â He asks, sitting on a stool before you, studying where your finger sits.
âGo ahead,â you murmur, moving your hand away to make room for him.
Joel reaches toward your neck, gently brushing your hair back to examine the spot behind your ear. His hand rests gently against the side of your neck, covering most of it. Your breath hitches, feeling the warmth radiating from his palm. He hums, stroking his thumb against the spot behind your ear.
âGood news,â Joel smirks, his big brown eyes looking into your own, âShouldnât have to shave any of your hair.â
âTh- thatâs good!â You stutter with a shy smile as his thumb continues stroking the spot behind your ear. âIs it a good spot for my first?â You ask, feeling your face get hot again.
âSâperfect.â Joel whispers, âNo need to be nervous. Iâll take good care of ya.â He adds with a playful wink.
â
âAâright,â Joel starts, putting on a pair of black latex gloves and grabbing a razor. âYouâre not allergic to anything, right?â
âNo.â You squeak out, glaring at the comically small razor in his hand. âI thought we didnât have to shave my hair?â
âDonât worry, sweetheart.â He grins, âJusâ gotta get the baby hairs off your neck. Wonât touch any aâ that beautiful hair on your head.â He grabs a bottle off the small table beside the chair, squeezing a small amount of the cool liquid out behind your ear before gently gliding the razor across your delicate skin.
âI noticed the âNo Weenies Allowedâ sticker, but what if I am one?â You ask, a soft giggle escaping your lips. He moves to throw away the razor in a container labeled sharps on the wall.
âNah, youâre a tough one,â he laughs, turning slightly to look at you, giving you a wink, âCan feel it in my bones. Gonna put the stencil on ya next.â
âWhere did you get that, anyway? " you ask, pointing at the sticker in an attempt to distract yourself from the shiver running down your spine as he rubs more of the cool liquid onto your skin with a paper towel. His knuckle nudges against the side of your chin, turning your head slightly to the side, and he gently places the stencil against that spot behind your ear, smoothing it out firmly with the pads of his fingers.
You can feel your face growing warmer again. You knew Joel was attractive by the pictures youâd seen of him, but in person? The ink etched into his skin, the dark brown of his irises, the broad expanse of his shoulders, his gentle but firm touch against your skin, the easy way he can soothe your nerves, the way he walks you through the entire process, thereâs no wonder why they say heâs the best in the business.
âMy kid got it for me! Thought itâd be perfect for the shop.â He states, gently removing the stencil and fanning your neck with his hand. âGotta let that dry for a bit.â
You let out a soft sigh, waiting for the stencil to dry, listening to him prepare the small table beside him. His fingers gently tap against your neck. âYou can go ahead and look in the mirror. Make sure you like the spot; if you donât, we can move it.â
You stand from the chair, walking towards the mirror, and turn your head trying to glance at the stencil placement.
âShit,â Joel grunts, standing up âWasnât even thinkinâ. Sorry, sweetheart, here.â He stands behind you with a mirror. He brushes your hair back, placing the mirror for you to see the stencil more clearly. Your smile is beaming as you see the outline on your neck, chancing a look at Joel in the mirror. His eyes meet yours, a soft smile on his face as his broad body stands so close behind you. âLike it?â He asks. You nod, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
âJust gotta get a couple more things ready.â He states, walking back to his stool, âGoâhead and sit back down.â His biceps strain against the fabric of his shirt as he shakes a bottle full of black ink, squirting the ink into small containers on the table. Your mouth feels dry, watching him move around like an expert within the little corner of his shop. âI have to show you that this is a brand new needle,â Joel instructs, showing you the packaging of a needle. Your smile falters, eyes widening, staring at the needle, nodding dumbly as he opens it and places it within his tattoo gun.
âOkay,â he announces, fiddling with the tattoo gun in his hands, starting and stopping it randomly, âya ready?â
You take a deep breath in, slowly letting the air escape your lungs before nodding. âReady as Iâll ever be,â you murmur.
âGo âhead and turn your head towards the wall for me, darlinâ,â Joel says, his thick fingers lightly pushing your chin in the direction he wants you to go.
You close your eyes, taking deep breaths in and out, awaiting the feel of the needle against your skin.
âHere we go,â Joel murmurs in your ear, you hear the buzzing of the tattoo gun grow closer, feeling a slick ointment pressed into your skin, wincing when you feel the sharp needle pierce your skin. âDoinâ okay?â he asks, taking note of the grimace on your face.
âDoing okay,â you breathe out, resting your hands against your stomach, focusing on the rise and fall of your tummy. The needle strokes against your skin, creating a permanent fixture on your body for the rest of your life. The slight tinge of pain creates a wave of goosebumps to ripple across your flesh. Joel hums softly in your ear to the tune playing on the radio as he moves the needle with precision. Your nipples harden under your shirt, your face warming with embarrassment, hoping with everything in your being that your bra has enough padding to cover the traitorous peaks of your breasts.
âDoinâ good for me, sweetheart,â Joel murmurs, swiping the towel against your neck. âJust a couple more lines, and then weâll be done.â
âOkay,â you squeak out, careful not to nod as he speaks, âThis doesnât hurt nearly as bad as I thought it would.â
âYeah?â Joel asks, a cocky lilt to his voice, âTold ya Iâd take good care of ya.â
âYeah,â you huff, rolling your eyes, âKinda feels good.â
âCareful now, youâll get addicted!â He chuckles into your ear. The buzzing stops, and he wipes the towel against your neck again. âAâright, all done,â Joel murmurs, turning your chin towards him. Your breath hitches as you look into his deep chocolate eyes, pupils dilating before your eyes as his gaze travels down your neck to your chest. Clearing his throat before instructing you, âTake your time getting up, okay? Donât need ya passinâ out on my floor thinkinâ youâre all fine anâ dandy.â
You give a slight nod of your head, averting your eyes from him quickly. Joel takes his gloves off and starts cleaning things off the small table.
âYa aâright?â He asks softly, glancing over at you.
âYeah, just worried about the passing out thing.â You murmur, holding in an anxious laugh.
âCâmere,â Joel instructs, holding out his hand. You grab it to help hoist yourself up from the chair. He keeps a firm but gentle hold of your arm, walking you towards the mirror. âHere, darlinâ,â he gently coos, holding the mirror up behind you so you can see the permanent art on your body.
âOh my god, Joel,â you breathe, feeling a lump in your throat, âItâs beautiful!â
Joel canât contain his smile behind you, his pearly whites on display as he continues to watch you studying the art on your skin. You stumble forward towards the mirror, feeling a slight rush of headiness. Joel grips your hip, pulling your back flush to his front.
âSorry,â you giggle, your hand shooting up, trying to cover the grin on your face. âI think I got a little too excited.â
âItâs okay, sweetheart,â Joel hums, his thumb sneaking up the hem of your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your hip. Your heart races from his simple touch. You glance in the mirror, watching as his eyes travel up and down your body. âThis okay?â He asks, cocking his brow, his hand resting against your stomach, fingers tracing soft patterns above the waistline of your jeans. You nod dumbstruck, glancing away from the mirror to look at the door. âSâokay, baby,â Joel huskily whispers in your ear, âNo oneâs gonna come back here.â
He slowly blows on your new tattoo, feeling the cool air against your heated skin; a small whimper escapes your lips, back arching against his chest, your ass pushing against his groin. You can feel the outline of his stiff erection through the denim of his jeans. Joel lets out a soft groan, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his hand skimming down to the button of your jeans.
âStill okay?â He coos, teeth nibbling against your ear.
âJoel,â you whine softly, your hand grasping against the arm holding you, the other reaching behind you, slipping your fingers between the thick curls on the nape of his neck.
âYouâre okay, pretty girl,â he growls into the crook of your shoulder, âYou did so good getting your first tattoo.â One of his hands moves, gripping your chin and turning your face to crash his lips into your own. His tongue sliding between your lips, swirling the thick muscle around your mouth, claiming the soft moan that rolls out of your throat into his mouth.
âFuck,â you gasp, chest heaving, your lips catching the corner of his mouth as the hand that was rubbing gentle patterns into your skin deftly works the button and zipper of your jeans open, slipping his hand down to feel the cotton of your underwear. Your hips buck as his thick fingers press firmly against your cloth-covered clit, a whine erupting out of you.
âShhhh,â Joel smirks, nosing your temple, âLook in the mirror, baby. Did someone figure out that a little pain is nice?â
Your eyes close, head leaning back against his shoulder, warmth spreading throughout your body, wiggling against him as his fingers continue to rub circles against your swollen clit.
âI said look in the mirror,â he grunts, gripping your chin harshly forcing you to look at the mirror. A gasp escapes your lips, eyes widening as Joelâs dark eyes stare at you in the mirror. âYou gonna let me fuck you, pretty girl?â He asks, firmly grinding his bulge into your ass.
âYes,â you breathe out, swallowing thickly. Joel smirks, kissing your jaw. âFuck,â you whisper, your thighs beginning to shake from the delicious pressure Joelâs putting on that bundle of nerves.
âSo fuckinâ pretty,â he softly groans against your skin. His lips placing soft kisses and gentle sucks against the crook of shoulder, making sure to be careful of your new tattoo. âSo glad that fucker cancelled so you could come in,â Joel sighs, sliding his fingers under the band of your panties. âSo fuckinâ wet, sweetheart,â he hums. âThis all for me?â
âUh-huh,â you nod, trying to catch your breath. You can feel the band in your stomach about to snap. âJoel,â you mewl, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to try and keep quiet, âPlease.â
âPlease what, baby?â Joel smirks, his index and middle fingers ghosting along your weeping hole as his thumb continues its pleasurable rhythm against your nub.
âMore,â you beg, gripping the arm thatâs down your pants, nails biting into his forearm. âPlease -fuck- more. So close.â
âYou gonna come, baby?â Joel husks against your hairline, âCome all over my fingers?â
You let out a pathetic whine, hips bucking into his hand and pleading desperately for more before feeling his thick fingers plunge into your tight heat.
âFuck me, pretty girl,â Joel growls, moving his fingers in a syrupy slow rhythm, âPussyâs just begginâ to be filled, huh?â
âYes,â you whimper, the band in your tummy getting tighter and tighter as Joel continues to spew filth into your ear. His fingers crook up, reaching that spot that very few before him have been able to find, bumping against it on every stroke in and out of your sex. âOh god,â you moan out, âJoel, please, faster.â You can feel your walls clamping down against his fingers, just needing that extra bit more to throw you over the edge. Joel pumps his fingers in again, holding them at that spot, firmly swiping them back and forth.
âOh fuck, fuck, fuck, Joel, Iâm gonna- Iâm gon-â cutting yourself off as that band finally snaps, gushing all over his hand.
âOh, baby,â Joel smiles, slick lingering between your thighs and sliding against your tummy as he removes his fingers, bringing the soaked digits to his mouth, sucking them clean with a lewd -pop- as they leave his mouth. âTaste so fucking good.â
You giggle, in shock, unable to believe that just happened. First tattoo and you got fingered by Joel Miller? You would mark this birthday a success as is.
âNow,â Joel says, clearing his throat, gently brushing your hair to the side, âIn all seriousness. You need to make sure you keep this clean,â he states, you hear the jingle of a belt buckle and a zipper being undone before heâs grabbing your jeans and underwear, slipping them down your legs. âMmmm,â he hums, peeking down to get a good look at your ass, gripping the root of his cock, swiping the tip between your soaked folds. âFeel so good, baby.â
âFuck,â you whisper, glancing toward the door again.
âUh-uh,â Joel tuts, gripping your chin to force your vision to focus back on the mirror. âYou keep lookinâ here, aâright?â Your eyes bore into his dark orbs, nodding. âGood girl,â he grunts, notching himself at your entrance. âJust keep lookinâ in the mirror, donât worry âbout anythinâ else,â he instructs, pushing his thick length into you.
âFuck,â you gasp quietly, hands reaching out, landing on the mirror before you.
âOh fuck, pretty girl,â He grunts, gripping a handful of your hair. âLook at ya,â he sneers in the mirror, taking in the fucked out expression on your face, âThis what ya needed? This cock inside your tight little pussy?â
You whimper, feeling him saw in and out of you at a punishing pace.
âWhere was I?,â he grunts, his hips smacking against the flesh of your ass, âThas right, keep your tattoo clean.â Joel pulls his hips back, glancing down at his glistening cock. âFuck me,â he whispers in awe. âThree times a day should be good,â he huffs, thrusting back into you, tugging on your hair. âYou listening, baby? Shitâs important.âÂ
You nod, trying to focus on his instructions.
âNeed ya tâput a small amount of aquaphor on it during the day,â he groans, âJust enough tâkeep it moist. Not a whole bunch though, donât need your new ink as wet as this pussy.â Joel chuckles, watching the way your ass ripples as he slams back into your squelching cunt. âIt gets itchy? Smack it - donât - fucking - scratch - it.â He punctuates his instructions with powerful thrusts between each word. âDonât fuck up my art, baby.â
âO-o-oh god,â you mewl, feeling your walls flutter around his length.
âRepeat it.â Joel commands, sliding his fingers down to your throbbing clit. âNeed tâknow you were listeninâ, baby.â
âO-okay,â you stutter, taking a shuddering breath. âW-wash it, three -ungh- three times a day, a-a-and put on aquaphor.â
âHow much aquaphor?â Joel asks, snapping his length into you sharply.
âSmall amount, not a lot.â
âNot a lot like what?â Joel chuckles, gripping your hair tighter. His fingers swirling circles around your bundle of nerves.
âM-m-my pussy,â you moan, feeling so close to falling off that ledge of ecstasy.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â Joel grunts, âKnow youâre gettinâ close. Can feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock, baby.â You moan softly, nails sliding against the glass of the mirror, the walls of your pussy growing tighter with each of Joelâs thrusts, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you, finally tipping you off that ledge.Â
âFuck!â Joel shouts, loosening your hair in favor of gripping your hips tightly, pulling you roughly towards him half a dozen more times, chasing his own climax before he erupts, hot ropes of his come paint your inner walls. âSo fucking good, baby.â He huffs, his head landing between your shoulder blades. Sweat clinging to both your bodies, trying to catch your breath.
âIâll go over tattoo aftercare again,â Joel grunts, pulling out of your wet heat, twin groans escaping both of you, chuckling against your shoulder blades, âDonât want ya missinâ anythinâ important I might have told ya.â
âDonât think I could.â You smirk, giggling, feeling him fumble behind you, âNot with that sort of lesson.â
Joel turns you around, kneeling down to grab your pants. âHey wait a minute. In our messages you said this was your birthday present to yourself, right?â He asks, smiling up at you.
âUh, yeah.â You nod, avoiding his eyes, face warming while remembering your nervous rambling to him as he helps you right your clothes. âItâs today, m-my birthday is today.â
âWell then,â Joel stands, his hand gripping your jaw to tilt your face to his, giving you a tender kiss, âHappy fuckinâ birthday, sweetheart.â
NPT for those who seemed interested: @whocaresstillthelouvre @vichons @pinkypromisepascal
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Juno ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťđŚ˘Ë | MV1
Max Verstappen x fem! reader
Authorâs note: HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL BABIESSS!!! I am back after a really long time and apologies for doing so. Turns out university really does suck the living life out of you lmfao. Anyways currently absolutely obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter, I LOVE HER SO MUCH. I read a fic inspired by her segment during the âJunoâ song and decided to write a Max version of it (obviously). Hope you all like it:) Apologies in advance if it doesnât live up to the other works, I am a little crusty and with my writing right now:/
Happy reading, my loviesđâď¸
âŕ¨ŕ§â Ëmasterlist



Every crowd had its own magic, but this one? This was personal. Standing in the front row, dressed in his casual white button-up that hugged his shoulders just right, paired with tailored light pants that made him look effortlessly put-together, was Max VerstappenâF1âs reigning World Champion and, most importantly, your boyfriend.
You pressed a hand to your forehead as if scanning the crowd, your sparkling skirt shimmering under the stage lights.
âDo you guys ever feel like youâre in a room full of people who are just so good-looking that itâs borderline unfair?â you asked, pacing the stage. The crowd screamed in agreement, feeding off your energy.
Well, tonight, my loves, itâs me. Iâm overwhelmed. Truly. I mean, look at you guys!â You gestured to the crowd with a wink. âBut⌠but⌠wait a second.â You squinted out into the sea of faces. âHold on. Girls, come here. Come here.â You waved your dancers over, whispering conspiratorially into the mic. âDo you see what Iâm seeing?â
The spotlight found Max, and the arena absolutely erupted. On the big screen, his expression shifted from mildly amused to completely flustered, a deep blush creeping up his neck as he shook his head, laughing.
âOh no, no, no, this wonât do,â you continued, pacing dramatically as your dancers gasped and giggled beside you. âSir,â you said, turning back to the mic, âwhatâs your name?â
Max cupped his hands around his mouth, his voice booming over the crowd. âMax!â
You grinned but pretended not to hear him. âSorry, what was that? Did you say⌠snack?â
The crowd went wild, and Maxâs hand flew to his face, shaking his head in disbelief as he laughed.
âOhhh, Max,â you said finally, smirking as you leaned toward the audience. âWell, Max, I hate to break it to you, but youâre in big trouble tonight.â
He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as if to say, What now?
âYou, sir, are officially under arrest for being way too hot.â Sirens blared dramatically over the speakers, red and blue lights flashing across the stage. You fanned yourself with one hand, swaying your hips to the beat as the crowd screamed louder than ever.
You turned to your dancers, leaning dramatically against one of their shoulders. âGirls, do you ever see someone so attractive that your brain just⌠stops working?â Your dancers nodded dramatically, fanning themselves as you added, âYouâre standing there, clothes falling off, knees weak, heart doing backflipsâlike, how am I supposed to survive this, huh?â
With that, you reached for the clasp on your glittering long skirt, letting it drop to the floor in one smooth motion. The crowd went wild.
âAnd now Iâm out here practically undressed because of you,â you teased, pointing at Max as the audience screamed. âSo Iâm thinking⌠maybe you deserve these.â You held up the handcuffs and knelt down, extending them toward him.
The audience gasped and cheered as you knelt at the edge of the stage, holding out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs toward Max. âMax, will you take these from me?â
He hesitated, playing along perfectly as the cameras zoomed in on his flustered yet amused expression. Finally, he reached out with one hand, curling his fingers in a âgimmeâ motion that had the crowd in stitches.
As he held the cuffs, he tilted his head, examining them with a small smirk before looking back up at you. On the big screen, his smirk turned into a full grin as you pointed at him and announced, âWeâre gonna sing this one for you, Max.â
The intro to Juno began, and you performed the entire song with him as your obvious muse, throwing playful winks and cheeky moves in his direction that left him shaking his head with laughter.
By the time the song ended, you turned back to him, breathing heavily into the mic. âLadies and gentlemen, give it up for Max Verstappen!â
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# âSUDDENLY I SEE, THIS IS WHAT I WANNA BEâ ââ .⌠( batboys w a zoologist/someone whoâs very passionate about animals!reader â๨ৠ)
dollish note â๨ŕ§: okay so this was a request by anon (here) and alsoo Iâve been like kinda gone as like much as I said Iâd be back in march I thought that my days like have this gap in them where I can write for you guys so I thought why not entertain + carry my life yk? Anywayss enjoy ! <3 tags: (batboys x fem!reader)
Š dollishmehrayan â ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )
DICK GRAYSON ââ .âŚ
The Supportive Golden Retriever Boyfriendâ˘
Dick absolutely adores how passionate you are about animals. He finds it so endearing that you can go on a 20-minute tangent about why capybaras are the ultimate chill kings of the animal world literally (we love a supportive king đŞ)
Heâll sit there, chin propped in his hand, watching you with literal heart eyes as you explain fun animal facts. "Did you know that sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they donât drift apart??â, he just responds with: "Babe, thatâs literally us."
When you take him to the zoo, heâs your number-one cheerleader. Heâs the guy hyping you up when you go full National Geographic mode. "Damn, look at my girl go! Bet the zookeepers are taking notes."
But also⌠chaos. You tell him about a random animal, and the next day, you get a text:
Dick: Babe, can we get a capybara?
You: No???
Dick: I already named him Carl. (Bad at name giving)
100% buys you animal plushies. You say you love red pandas? Boom. Heâs bringing you a giant red panda plush the size of a toddler.
If he catches you watching animal documentaries at 2 AM, he will absolutely join in. You both end up getting emotionally attached to some random meerkat family.
JASON TODD ââ .âŚ
The âPretends Not To Care But Absolutely Doesâ Boyfriend
At first, he acts like itâs no big deal. You start talking about octopus intelligence, and heâs like, âYeah, cool.â But then heâs actually listening.
Youâll randomly hear him drop animal facts he learned from you in casual conversation. "Did you know crows can recognize human faces?" And then he just walks away like he didnât just absorb your entire personality.
You try to take him to the zoo. He acts reluctant. "Babe, Iâm too old for this." But the second he sees the wolves? Yeah, heâs standing there for 20 minutes, fully invested.
Secretly loves big cats. If a tiger so much as looks at him, heâs like, âYeah, thatâs my guy, he fw me.â
Jason will 100% fake annoyance when you go on animal rants, but heâd never actually tell you to stop. Heâll just shake his head, smirking. "Babe, youâre literally an unpaid Discovery Channel host."
But if anyone ELSE tries to make fun of your animal obsession? Oh, heâs fighting them. "What, you donât think learning about the mating habits of penguins isnât interesting? You go right out the door before I drag you to it.â
TIM DRAKE ââ .âŚ
The âActually, This Is Fascinatingâ Nerd Boyfriend
Tim is so invested in your knowledge. He treats every animal fact you tell him like itâs groundbreaking news.
"Wait, wait, explain how ants communicate again?" You blink. "Tim, Iâve told you this three times." "Yeah, but I need to visualize it properly."
Will absolutely go down research rabbit holes just so he can talk to you about animals on your level. You wake up to a text at 3 AM:
Tim: So technically, a shrimp can punch as fast as a bullet?
You think heâs tired when you take him to the zoo? Nope. Heâs taking notes. He will challenge the tour guide with additional facts.
If youâre working on any zoology projects, heâs your biggest supporter. Need funding for animal conservation? Heâs pulling Wayne Enterprises money and some drake money too.
One time, you found him watching bird videos for fun. When you called him out, he just said, "They're cool, okay?"
DAMIAN WAYNE ââ .âŚ
The âOf Course, My Belovedâ Boyfriend
Listen. This is his dream relationship. Animals? Passion for them? Youâre his soulmate LOCKEDDD INNNNN.
Will literally test you. "What do you know about Tibetan mastiffs?" If you pass? Immediate respect. If you donât? "Tt. I will educate you."
You and him are unstoppable in animal debates. No one dares question your combined knowledge. Someone tries to say "cats donât have feelings"? You and Damian tag-team destroy them.
You 100% have âwho loves animals moreâ competitions. "I saved a hawk yesterday." "Tt. I rehabilitated a stray cat." "I named a baby goat after you." "...Beloved."
Dates? Animal sanctuaries. Zoos. Wildlife reserves. This man is taking you on the most eco-friendly, animal-filled dates ever.
One time, you found him talking to a cow. You swear it understood him. (Batcow ofc đââď¸)
BRUCE WAYNE ââ .âŚ
Very thoughtful husband
Secretly impressed by your knowledge. You caught him actually listening when you explained how dolphins have names for each other.
Would 100% fund a wildlife conservation project just because youâre passionate about it.
(Fuck this man fr I donât have ideas for himđĽ˛)
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First bloom
Summary: Frank has a moment of vulnerability as he gifts you flowers for the first time.
Happy valentines Besties!! <33
Warnings?: whole lotta fluff really. nothing much to add other than Frank giving reader flowers for the first time and being a little bashful about it. (M' a sucker for a big, gruff, kinda angry man being a sweetheart to the person he loves alright?) possible horrible writing- a girl be struggling..
Pretty obvious buuut with this im adding frankie to my 'will write for' list bc i am, at my very core and before most fixations i ever had, a frank castle girlie.. With that said my normal Logan stuff will remain!! but i thought I'd get this lil thing out while it feels good in my mind and before i make a million changes- writers block has got my ass again but asks are still open!
Masterlist. Words: 1.1k
Franks feet feel heavy in his boots, each step thudding on the concrete. The streets are quiet, winter air crisp and cool as he digs a hand in the pocket of his jeans as he goes. Keep one hand warm and the other? Well.. That one feels pretty cold and yet, strangely, a little clammy at the same time.
In Franks grasp rests a bunch of colourful flowers; lillies, roses, some little delicate buds he doesnt recall the name of for decoration. 'Oh those? Those are called Babys breath frank!' He hopes you'll tell him with a beam later.
The rose thorns prod at his palm, his grip on the bundle of stems tense, but he finds it doesn't hurt the longer he walks. They just.. Ground him slightly as he treads closer to home. Closer to you.
Theres a peace that settles within him in your presence, he finds; one that seems to dim the darkness that swirls in his heart. You ease the ache that so often sits inside him, Never erasing it, no one ever could but.. You lessen it. Always willing to take the weight from his broad shoulders, if only for a little.
And for that? Frank is greatful.
He knows he can be alot; his grumpiness piled almost as high as his baggage. But you dont ever seem to mind.
You embrace him on the days he needs it but cant find it in himself to ask and keep him at arms length when you see in his eyes that being loved feels stifling; its just how life is with him. Yet you do it all with that soft smile and gentle hand, the polar opposite to his rough lines and jagged edges. Keeping him sane on the days when he believes himself to be anything but.
The hand he dug into his pocket seems clammier now as he pulls out his set of keys, the lock clicking open moments later. Its just flowers castle, pull it together he thinks, stepping back into the warm embrace of your apartment. Given girls flowers before for christ sake.
"sweetheart?" he calls out, gruff voice booming through the hall.
You jump slightly at the sound, placing down the wooden spoon that you had been stirring the fragrant pot on the stove with. Voice calling back "in the kitchen!" with a significantly softer tone.
You wait with your body leaning against the counter, observing how the bulk of him rounds the corner. A large arm behind his back; still in his coat. A suspicious rustle of cellophane filling the kitchen as he shifts on his feet, but still you grin at the sight.
"Got everything you needed" he says, hand digging through his coat pocket with various clinks and russles. In his large hand he pulls out a collection of little packets and jars, placing them on the counter. refills of various spices, salts and even a little box of yeast pouches for bread making sit in a heap; things you were running low on earlier.
you beam that perfect smile at him, murmering softly as you step forward, leaning up on your toes to kiss his stubled cheek. "Perfect, thank you frankie"
He accepts the kiss with a soft hum, dipping his head for you to reach.
But still that arm remains behind his back. He almost hopes you dont notice.. But you do, he can tell.
"Uh Frank?.." you start a little cautiously with that same grin, however this time theres a little glint of confusion added as you step back just slightly. "What are you hiding?"
You stew in his silence for a moment, a crease wedging its way back between his brows. Handsome face suddenly filled with... trepidation?
"Frank.." you start again, a little more seriously as you step closer. By now you're fully expecting something bad; that someones been gunning for him again and hes hurt. That there must be blood soaking through his coat and thats why hes hiding.
But as quick as he paused, he sighs, broad shoulders falling just slightly. that same arm once hidden, now outstretched infront of you. The colourful bouquet at eye level as you take it in, a tiny gasp slipping past your lips.
"Frank castle did.." you begin, hand coming to join his on the delicate stems. Your voice is hushed and a little shakey as your eyes scan up and across his face. "Did you buy me flowers?"
His head moves in a little nod, chest puffing out just slightly as he releases his grip; completly surrendering both the flowers and himself.
"Yeah i, uh.." he gruffs, thinking outloud before he stops; practically looking everywhere but at you. The pot on the stove, the cups on the sink, even his boots. Its then he realises that he's almost afraid to see some semblance of rejection in your gaze; that he's missteped or you dont like them. That this sense of peace you wash over him is about to be swept away; wide eyes and incredulous tone not helping his state.
Frank takes another breath, steeling himself; his walls building back up, before he simply settles on a shake of his head and a huff. "Doesn't matter, 's stupid alright"
"No, no its not stupid." you rush out, remaining close as you eye the flowers in your hand and then him again. "They're beautiful frank.."
"Saw em and they reminded me of you so..." he coughs, a large hand scratching at the back of his neck. "thought I'd get em.."
Frank shifts on his feet, stance widening as you suddenly throwing yourself into his arms and grip him tightly; the Boquet landing on the counter seconds before your impact to his chest. You hold him like that for a few quiet moments before you lean back, resting on your tip toes as you cup a rough cheek.
"Thank you.." you whisper softly, honesty pure in your words. A little bashful grin across your lips as you lean up a little higher. "I love them, really. They're perfect"
Frank gazes down at you gently, a finger of his own brushing over your skin as he leans in, kissing you with such unspoken emotion it could knock you off your feet- if he wasnt already keeping you up.
"Yeah sweetheart? Really think they are all that?" he murmers, forehead against yours, the air of unease beginning to slip from your reaction. Enjoying the endearing heat of your gaze.
Your lips meet his in another tender kiss as you press the words against him; though they hold a hidden, deeper meaning. "Yeah Frank.. I really do"
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Please Mr. Postman
summary: it's your first day at a new job, and the postman who comes by your office is especially friendly
cw: just fluff honestly, passed on opportunities to talk about post worker uniform shorts (sorry, won't happen again)
postman!James x fem!reader ⥠732 words
A friendly tap on the glass startles you out of your stolen moment of meditation. You tear your face away from its hiding place in your hands to find a mail carrier peering at the large, darkened window of your office, shading his eyes to see in. You hasten and hit the button to unlock the door before he can.Â
Your office setup sort of makes you feel like a fish in a tank, or a zoo animal in a glassed-in enclosure. Youâve been itchy with the discomfort of being seen all day. You take a moment to straighten the row of pens on your empty desk as the postmanâs voice booms in the entryway around the corner.Â
âMargaret, I never thought Iâd see the day! Slipping on the job, tsk, tskââ He fits his dolly through the doorway of your office with a practiced maneuver, stopping short when he sees you. âOh. Youâre not Margaret.âÂ
You shoot him a small, sheepish, please-donât-be-mad-at-me smile (youâve had lots of practice with it already this morning). âIâm new.âÂ
âYou are!â he says, like this is the discovery of his day. âWhatâs your name, lovely? Iâm James.âÂ
You tell him yours, itching for a pen to write his name down with. Youâve had to learn so many, but James strikes you already as someone who remembers names and youâd hate to forget his. He has a bright smile that pokes dimples into sun-kissed cheeks and the sort of warm voice which threatens more smiles to come. Heâs handsome, muscular limbs making his uniform fit tightly around his biceps and quads and brown eyes made large behind thick glasses.Â
âMargaretâs moved into accounting,â you tell him. âIâm replacing her, todayâs my first day.âÂ
James nods sagely. âWell, you look well prepared for it. Got all your pens in orderâ âyour cheeks warm at his noticeâ âand you look very smart.â The warmth worsens. Your toes ache inside your stiff new shoes. âIâm sure youâre making a great impression.âÂ
âThanks,â you say, voice softening self-consciously. âI hope so.âÂ
âOh, donât worry.â He waves you off, leaning his hip against your desk. âEveryone here seems very nice. I mean, Iâve mostly spoken to Margaret, but still. How are you finding it?âÂ
âUm.â You glance towards the door that leads to the rest of the office as though your boss is standing with her ear pressed to it. âItâs nice, so far, yeah. The coffee in the break room is good, so.âÂ
Jamesâ laugh is loud and lively, echoing in the small space. It makes you smile; you donât think youâve said anything so funny as to earn such a sound.Â
âWell, thatâs the best you can hope for, isnât it?â he asks. âGood coffee to keep trudging through. And it is only your first day, you canât likely make an estimate of the whole place just yet.âÂ
âExactly,â you say, relieved.Â
âIs this the sort of thing you want to do? Work here, I mean?âÂ
âOh.â The question catches you off guard. Itâs more than the weak small talk youâve made with the other delivery people whoâve come by today, but thereâs an earnestness in Jamesâ face that says he really wants to know. âYeah, it is. I mean, maybe not hereâ âyou gesture to your unadorned fishbowl of an officeâ âbut in this field, yeah. Iâd like to stay here if I can.âÂ
He grins. âIâm sure theyâll be thrilled to have you, lovely. Well,â he heads for the stack of boxes against the wall, âI donât want to keep you. This might take me two trips, but donât mind me coming in and out, alright?âÂ
âOh.â You watch him load six boxes expertly onto the dolly, biceps flexing slightly as he tilts it back onto the wheels. âDo you want any help?âÂ
The grin James flashes you sends a funny tingle down your spine. âYouâre sweet. Thanks, Iâve got it. Just unlock the door for me on my way back in, yeah?â You do keep an eye on the door this time. You offer again to help when he comes back, but James only makes a comment about your work clothes being too nice to get dirt on and waves you away with an easy smile. You find yourself watching his truck rumble out of the parking lot with a light, fluttery feeling in your stomach.
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making out with mr aizawa
shouta aizawa x reader one shot
aizawas never had a crush on a ex student, never. Thatâs inappropriate. But when you reach your 3rd year at UA and turn 18/19/20, his drunken self manages to blurt out his longing for you.
mentions of katsuki bakugo x reader
YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE, A ADULT, NO PEDOS. I DONT WRITE FOR PEDOS
Warning: alchohol ,making out, Mentions of sex. age gap (ur 18-20 years old and heâs around 33
You nervously waited for your name to be called, heart pounding as you anticipated your moment on stage. Three long years at UA High School were finally paying off; soon, you would be a pro hero. "Mina Ashido," Present Mic's voice boomed through the auditorium, snapping you out of your thoughts. You watched as your pink-haired friend happily skipped up to the stage, her carefree demeanor hiding the same nervousness you felt about graduating and stepping into the world of pro heroes.
Mina shook hands with Principal Nezu, who, to be frank, looked like a knock-off, whitewashed Mickey Mouse. The sight brought a small, nervous smile to your face. Then, she turned to Mr. Aizawa, your homeroom teacher. To everyone's surprise, he looked quite presentable for once! His usual shaggy hair was tied into a neat half-up, half-down style, and he wore a sharp red and black suit. His genuine smile for Mina was a rare and touching sight, sending a wave of warmth through the audience.
Mina, grinning from ear to ear, skipped down the stage steps after receiving her diploma. As soon as she reached the bottom, she dropped her act and yelled excitedly, "I GRADUATED! I ACTUALLY GRADUATED!" Her happiness was infectious, and the crowd erupted in applause and cheers.
Your nerves momentarily eased, you couldn't help but smile wider. Watching your friends achieve this milestone was both heartening and exhilarating. Soon, your name would be called, and you would join them in this monumental step toward becoming a pro hero.
you looked up at mr aizawa, he was always an attractive man but seeing him like this. Cleaned up and neat, made you feel something for him. Was this a crush? Little did you know heâs had the same feelings for you since your 18th/19th/20th birthday despite you being his student.
Present Mic's booming voice filled the auditorium, "Name Last Name!" His quirk negated the need for a microphone, causing your breath to catch in your throat. Slowly, you rose from your seat, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes upon you. Yet, amid the sea of faces, a particular gaze from the stage seemed to linger longer than the rest.
With measured steps, you made your way toward the stage, nerves and excitement swirling within you. You approached Principal Nezu, who greeted you with a warm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Congratulations," his soft but oddly unsettling voice praised, "I see you will be a fantastic hero. Will you come to the after party?"
"Yeah, I will," you replied with a smile, trying to shake off the unease his demeanor had stirred within you. Moving on, you approached Mr. Aizawa, towering over Principal Nezu at his impressive 6'1" height. His usually disheveled appearance was surprisingly neat today, accentuated by a red and black suit that seemed out of character but fitting for the occasion.
You extended your hand, which he clasped in a firm grip that lingered longer than with the other students. "See you later, kid," he said, his usual stoic expression softening into a genuine smile that held a hint of affection. It was a rare sight from the usually gruff teacher, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude.
"Yeah, see you," you replied, returning his smile as you stepped away from him. Walking off the stage, it finally began to sink in. You had graduated from UA High School, marking a significant milestone on your path to becoming a pro hero. The applause and cheers from the crowd washed over you, your face lit up as you stared at all the people who were once your classmates and you began
You slowly made your way back to sit next to Mina, noticing her cheeks were even pinker than usual. "Did you see the way Mr. Aizawa looked at you!? He's so into you!" she squealed excitedly.
"Eugh, he's our teacher!" you gagged playfully, though a part of you secretly liked the idea of your former teacher having a crush on you now that you were no longer his student.
"Well, former teacher, actually," Mina corrected with a mischievous grin. "We graduated, and some of us are 20 years old. It doesn't matter! He's so into you, babe," she added, nudging your shoulder playfully.
You chuckled nervously, unsure how to process Mina's teasing. Mr. Aizawa had always been a supportive mentor, but you never imagined there could be anything more between you. Still, Mina's insistence and playful encouragement sparked a flutter of excitement in your chest. As you glanced back at Mr. Aizawa across the room, you caught his eye briefly, and for a moment, you wondered if there might be some truth to Mina's teasing after all.
some time later at the after party
As the evening unfolded after the graduation ceremony, you found yourself at the after-party, surrounded by your friends and fellow graduates. The venue was lively, with upbeat music filling the air and colorful lights dancing across the walls. Mina, true to form, was the life of the party, dragging you onto the dance floor while laughing and cheering.
The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed, with even the former teachers joining in the festivities. Mr. Aizawa, now dressed casually and looking more approachable than ever, was engaged in conversation with some other graduates near the bar. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him letting loose, a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor in class.
You grabbed a drink from the bar and joined the circle of your friends, exchanging stories and jokes about your time at UA High School. Denki was showing off his dance moves, much to everyone's amusement, while Bakugo, surprisingly relaxed, recounted a particularly explosive training session.
Amid the laughter and chatter, you caught Mr. Aizawa glancing over at you from time to time, a small smile playing on his lips. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made you realize just how much he had cared about each of his students.
As you looked back at bakugo you tilted your head to the side âIâve never seen you so relaxed, how much did you have to drink?â You giggled âIâm on my 3rd vodka!â He chuckled and leaned on kirishimas shoulder, the red head laughed and and pushed bakugo âget off me man!â He said with a raspy voice and happy tone. However you just could not get peace with the idea of aizawa, he seemed so calm for once, so happy.. maybe even attractive? You leaned over to Mina who was busy flirting with kirishima âshould I go flirt with mr aizawa?â You asked the lively girl âOH MY GOD YES. GO GO GO, but after that you gotta go out with bakugo so we can go on double datesâ she insisted âyeah alright, donât go making me an aunt with kirishima Mkay?â You grinned at her while kirishima blushed and began making out with Mina.
you walked over to the bar and sat next to aizawa, looking over at him âso what are you gonna do now that weâre graduating?â You asked the 33 year old âahh.. start over, teach first years and watch them graduate too.â He grins to you, alchohol on his breath. âRight yeah.. that makes senseâ you nodded and grabbed a bottle of vodka âshit.. canât believe i actually grad-â you were interrupted by aizawa placing his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him âyou know since your birthday Iâve been thinking about youâ he cooed, getting close to your face. Heâs obviously saying this because heâs drunk, but drunk words are sober thoughts right?
you gulped âyou have..?â You asked him, going from between his eyes to his lips âyeah.. you look so kissable..â he chuckled, leaning to kiss the corner of your lips. You let him peck your lips and cheek, blushing deeply.. his deep voice grumbled in your ear âletâs go somewhere more private yeah pretty girl?â
And thatâs how you ended up here, behind the building making out with your high school teacher. Aizawa pushed you against the wall as he held your face, kissing you deeper. Your tongue swirled with his, he pulled back with a wet noise âgod your good at this..â he grumbled and grabbed a handful of fat from your thigh and smashed his lips against yours again, using his other hand to twirl with your hair. You two kept this up for a while, only parting for air when needed then going back in for a passionate make out, he leaned down to kiss at your neck and play with your hair. Leaving deep purple hickeys across his neck âgod I wanna fuck you dumbâŚâ he mumbled against the skin on your neck
âthen do itâ
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