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pairing: frat boy! san x fem! reader feat. yungi
genre: frat au, smut
summary: san and his boys are more than grateful when you help them with their newest âfeature film.â
w.c: 3k
warnings: theyâre making porn okay, nasty mean dom! san, subby aloof! reader, san knowingly takes advantage of readerâs romantic feelings for himâŚ. (broâs the king of douchebags), manipulation/corruption, reader is treated like a fuck doll <3, brief implied mxm bc i love fruity frat boys uwu, praise/false praise, name calling/degradation, major voyeurism/exhibitionism kink, mind break ig?, dp in one hole, oral (giving), brief hair pulling, throat-fucking, tit fucking, facial, rough sex, bulge kink, breeding kink, dacryphilia, gang bang !!, itâs all unprotected btw, multiple orgasms, creampies <33
a/n: this is so fucking insane you guysâŚ.like idk why frat aus have me in such a chokehold but here we aređ§đťââď¸also this is totally random (and essential) info but sanâs signature frat party look would be a âdonât hate me it turns me onâ shirt and a backwards red cap hwjhw anyways happy reading~ and please lemme know if you liked it uwu
p.s: weâre at 6.5k followers HELLO???? thatâs insane 𫣠thank you so very much!!!
song rec: i like the way you kiss me - artemas (⨠male manipulation: the song â¨)
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âSmile for the camera, pretty girl,â San, the frat boy youâve been in love with for ages, encouraged you from behind the lens of the camcorder he was holding, his smooth baritone voice like saccharine, artificial, yet sweet enough to keep you coming back for another taste. It was when you offered him a small, shy smile through the camera lense, despite the shamelessness of your current position, that he knew he had struck gold.Â
San was filming one of the first of many future encounters you would be having on the expansive black leather couch inside their crowded frat den. You were stuffed to the absolute brim by two of his closest colleagues, Yunho and Mingi, who always refused to participate unless they were working together as a duo.Â
âStop looking at me like that, dude,â Mingi huffed up at Yunho from below the both of you, his shoulders and back routinely getting stuck to the couch with sweat.Â
âLike what?â Yunho scoffed back, leaning further down onto your body to get closer to Mingi, essentially folding you in half, his hands closing around your ankles.
âLike you wanna kiss me. Youâre gonna make me soft.â Mingi grimaced, pushing Yunhoâs hands out of the way to hold onto your ankles instead, driving himself into you like a well oiled machine. He was throbbing nonstop, but there was absolutely no proof that it was because of his friendâs heavy cock rubbing along his inside the cunt they were sharing.Â
Yunhoâs breath hit your shoulder when he laughed. âSkill issue,â Yunho simply replied, delighted that Mingi bucked up into you even harder, encouraging him to do the same.Â
Clearly, there was something vaguely homoerotic going on there, but it wasnât Sanâs business, and he definitely had better things to focus on â you, his newest pupil. He watched you with dollar signs in his bright brown eyes and the taste of cheap vodka on his tongue, unable to keep himself from licking repeatedly at his chapped lips, especially now that the innocent classmate he had recently taken a liking to had no problem taking two cocks at once inside her puffy, used cunt, while he, his bros, and his trusty camcorder had a front row seat to her mutually beneficial destruction. Â
âLook at you, so flexibleâŚAre you sure you havenât done this before, Y/N?â San teased, lowering the camera down until his sharp feline eyes were visible.
âN-no, I swear!â you squeaked out, the growing embarrassment you felt only spurring all of this newfound pleasure you were drunk on. âJust wanna, nnnghâbe good for youâŚâ
âOh, thatâs right. Silly me. Youâre being a very good girl right now, baby, Donât worry.â San couldnât help but smile at the way you seemed to melt in front of him. It was just too easy. He glanced down at the camera, zooming in and capturing the moment his friends filled you up with their hot loads, the bliss evident on your fucked-out face. âThatâs it, baby. Are you happy you stuck around here with us instead of going back to your dorm to do homework? Taking cock is much more fun, isnât it, beautiful?âÂ
âSo much more fun,â you sighed out, your pupils blown out just from looking at his devastatingly handsome face. It was then that you pouted. You were only here because you were in love with San, and yet, it wasnât even his dick inside you. It wasnât fair. âBut, Iâd have even more fun with you, Sannie~âÂ
âIs that soâŚ?â San offered a brief shit-eating smirk to one of his boys nearby, reaching down to grab at himself through his sweatpants like he was weighing it. âItâs right here, baby. Why donât you show us what that pretty mouth can do?âÂ
Both Mingi and Yunho slowed down their thrusts, but didnât completely pull out, choosing to leisurely fuck their cum back into you, as they fought to catch their breath.
âWhat a loser, cumming first like that,â Mingi insulted Yunho, licking at the saliva left on his lips.Â
âYour mom doesnât have a problem with it,â Yunho chided back, reaching down past your body to smack his hand into the side of Mingiâs ass.Â
âGoddamn it, you guys, Iâm gonna have to edit that gay shit out.â San brought a hand up to scratch at his head in frustration. âYou know what, both of you, get out of my shot and sword fight somewhere else. Iâm not doing this right now,â San grumbled, shooing the two panting men away from the couch they had just made a mess on.Â
âBro acts like we donât know about his late night tutoring sessions with Wooyoung,â Yunho whispered to Mingi, trying to stifle his laughter.Â
Mingi almost choked on his breath. âDonât forget Yeosang. San doesnât even take physics anymore, either. Yet, he still visits that nerd every Friday like clockwork.âÂ
âDude, arenât they roommates?â Yunho cupped his hand around the side of his mouth, still using a hushed tone, âDo you think they run a train onââ
âHey! Donât make me haze the two of you again just for funâŚâ San warned from the center of the room, glaring daggers at the two men who went quiet almost immediately. His annoyance abruptly melted away once you gingerly reached up to pull his sweatpants down until the frat emblem that was stitched into the thigh pocket was no longer visible. It was when San smacked his heavy length down onto your face, that you let out a pornstar worthy moan. Cha-ching. âOh, you like that? Hm? Want my cock?â  Â
âMm-hmmâŚâ Sanâs cock slapped down onto your face a second time. You quickly squeezed your thighs together to keep yourself from cumming right then and there, biting back a moan all the while. You wondered if it was obvious how truly desperate you were for the man standing above. Fuck it. You were already here, so you might as well get what you came for. âPlease, give it to me, Sannie, f-fuck my mouth.âÂ
San could not believe his luck. His loyal fanbase would absolutely have a field day with this as soon as he uploaded it. He could already see the cash flowing in, and it made him rock hard. He sighed happily to himself, running his fingers through your hair, carefully tucking a few strands behind your ear. âItâs really true what they sayâŚthe shy ones are always the most slutty.â Â
âIâm not a slut, I justââ you cut yourself off, not wanting to confess to San right before you were about to suck him off in front of his fraternity and whichever degenerate that would be watching it back later on. You pouted again, looking up at him with wide, sparkly eyes. âI want to be useful to you, like a doll~â Â
âDid you hear that, everyone? Y/N here is a real life fuck doll. Letâs treat her as such,â San reminded his friends and housemates who couldnât help but hover around the couch, a few of them sharing knowing smiles with one another.Â
Your heart began to thump away inside your chest, unable to believe that your long-time crush was giving you so much of his attention and affection. It was like a dream come true. As soon as your lips parted to take in a shaky breath, San tightened his grip around your hair, yanking you forward and stuffing your mouth full of cock. âMmnnfâŚ!âÂ
Clutching the camera with one hand and the makeshift ponytail he created near the back of your head, San began thrusting sloppily into your open mouth, groaning at the slick sensation of your throat routinely closing around his moving cockhead. âCome on, doll, let me in, yeah? So I can fuck your throat raw.âÂ
San wasnât lying. With each wet, rough thrust, he got closer and closer to doing what he promised you. âMmmnâŚnnnâŚâ You couldnât tell if the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes were the result of Sanâs dizzying performance or the burning arousal you felt stirring inside your core simply from being watched by a room full of men you didnât know.Â
âAww, crying already, princess? Iâll give you something to really cry about when Iâm breeding that slutty cunt of yours,â San chuckled darkly, his strong hips snapping relentlessly, his pace only beginning to falter once he saw your drool mixed with his pre-cum escaping past your chin and dripping down in between your tits, leaving your soiled skin with a shiny complexion. You looked like a true whore. It was going to make the frat leader bust any second. The borderline obsessive look you had inside your teary eyes didnât help either. âFuck, oh my godâ Somebody take the goddamn camera!âÂ
The youngest of the group fumbled to grab the camera, using his jacket sleeve to rub off the fingerprints he left behind on the lens, before lifting it up, capturing the exact moment San pulled out of your mouth with a loud âpopâ and slid his cock along in between your glistening tits.Â
San turned to face the camera for a second, dimples flashing, squishing your tits in between his thick fingers as he fucked them. âSee, you guys? This is how you use a doll to her maximum potential,â he explained as though he were a professor on their campus. âJust look at her face. She fuckinâ loves it.âÂ
Instead of trying to focus on the camera, you gazed directly up at him, your cheeks warm to the touch, still love-struck, even when Sanâs load landed all over your face. You simply licked away what had landed on your lips, sucking the rest off the frat leaderâs fingers once he so lovingly fed it to you.Â
San nodded his head in approval, patting yours in an effort to reward you for your hard work. âThatâs a good girlâŚâ He tilted his head to the side. âI wanna see what else our pretty doll can do. Sound good?âÂ
âReally good,â you chimed, licking at your swollen lips, savoring Sanâs salty essence.Â
Wedding bells were ringing in the distance. You would do anything for San, and if that meant letting him treat you like an onahole and fuck you in any position he saw fit for the next hour, then you would happily oblige. By the time your knees gave out from cumming for the nth time, San had you in a full nelson in the middle of the couch, positioned behind you with his arms locked around your upper half, making sure your used body was on complete display.Â
âSannieâŚgonnaâŚcumâŚagain,â you breathed out in between a few airy moans, your head feeling so heavy that you just let it hang for a second.Â
San repositioned himself so that he could clutch your chin, tilting it upwards. His free hand snaked around your waist, laying his palm flat on your tummy, suddenly driving his cock up into you so hard, you couldnât even speak if you wanted to. âHey, be a good slut and let them see what you look like when youâre cumming your brains out.âÂ
You obediently gazed up at the blurry camera past your wet lashes, that is, until your eyes rolled back into your skull, only able to let out a choked gasp as you barreled over the edge of ecstasy. You didnât have a chance to recover from the overwhelming pleasure, especially not when San pressed his hand down firmly onto the bulge his cock was routinely making inside your stomach. âP-please..! Sannie..!âÂ
You want another load? Fuck, baby.â Groaning, San took a second to lick one of the tears that was rolling along your cheek before it dropped, his hips slamming against yours so quick, you were already developing bruises, ones that would accompany the bright red love bites scattered across your slick skin. He pressed his lips directly to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. âYou know, seeing you in class and on campus, putting on that innocent virgin act, I never wouldâve pegged you for a cock-hungry little slut, but everyone enjoys a good surprise every now and thenâŚdonât they?â
âYesâyes, yes, yes,â you chanted back, too cockdrunk to even fully process what San was saying, just focused on how full you felt, and how you needed more.Â
âGood, because I got a surprise for you too.â Grunting loudly, San lowered his hips and slammed them up into you one last time, holding your trembling body still, painting your pulsing walls white. âNow, say âthank you, Sannie.ââ
âThank you, Sannie.â You leaned your head back to nuzzle the side of his cheek, placing your hands over his, feeling him rubbing your lower stomach in small circles, his cock still fully sheathed inside you.Â
âAnytime, sugar.â San gave your hair a few strokes as a reward, before pulling out and climbing off of the couch. He took the camera back from the new guy and snapped his fingers at a few of the bricked up housemates standing nearby, pointing in your direction. âNow, show me what youâre really made of.â San gave you a charming, dimpled smile. âMake me proud, okay?âÂ
As an eager group of half-naked strangers surrounded you on all sides of the couch, some of them reaching out to grope your warm body, you returned Sanâs smile, your heart skipping a beat or two. âIâll give it my best just for you~âÂ
Throughout the night, San, alongside his fraternity, conditioned you with care, meticulously molding you into their prime playtoy, one they enthusiastically passed around, easily making your tape one of the longest in their exclusive film collection. It wasnât difficult, by any means. You were, of course, the perfect specimen: passive, pliant, and poisoned by the oxytocin that turned your brain into mush. You were a star.
Even when you were being used by more men than you could count, you couldnât keep your attention off of Sannie, his handsome face only growing blurry when someone would make you gag on their cock, as you didnât have the most experience with men of their size. You wanted San to yourself again, desperately wishing you could reach out for him, instead of another strangerâs twitching erection â but you endured it all, falling further into the rabbit hole of pleasure for the sake of your whirlwind infatuation.Â
Everyone in the frat house deeply appreciated your dedication to their amateur film, especially San, who, by the end of it, secured the perfect spot to capture the finality of your desecration. Two of his older friends had just finished inside you, their spent cocks slipping out of your gaping hole and revealing the sticky mess they left behind.
Crouched down in front of the couch, San reached out past the camcorder to spread your puffy lips apart, each and every load you took over the past few hours now slowly spilling out onto his veined hand. âLook at this pretty cunt, you guysâŚso full of cum, it wonât stop coming outâŚâ He panned up to your face with the camera, giving you a wicked smile from behind it. âYouâll be pregnant in no time, wonât you, doll? With whose baby, I wonderâŚâ
After all that, you somehow managed to act shy, covering your flushed face, giving San heart eyes past your cum-stained, trembling fingers. âHopefully yoursâŚâÂ
âOh, princess.â San gently rubbed his fingers over your sore cunt and clit, his friendsâ loads still dribbling out of you all the while. âI donât think you realize how cute youâre being right now~ Almost like you didnât just slut yourself out for everyone to see, huh? Mm, do you feel cute, Y/N?â San asked in a babying tone, as he slowly stood up and towered over you.Â
âYou make me feel cuteâŚâ You nuzzled your cheek into the palm of Sanâs warm hand once he offered it to you, hoping you secured a spot inside his heart after all the hard work you put in. âI would keep going for you if I could still feel my legs.âÂ
âAww, thereâs always next time, isnât there?â he suggested slyly, rubbing away some leftover cum from your cheek before caressing the side of your face. âDo you have anything to say to our loyal fanbase, baby?âÂ
âI love cock, especially yours, Sannie,â you slurred lovingly up at San, through the camera lens, licking your lips, mouth watering at the thought of being invited again to film another movie. âSo give me a call, okay?âÂ
âOh, I will, believe me.â A smug laugh erupted from Sanâs puffed-out chest, as he aimed the camera at his pretty boy face for a second to announce, âGentlemen, weâve officially turned another good girl into a filthy fuckhole. If youâd like to watch the transformation happen in real time, feel free to stop by our frat. For a good price, weâll even let some of you bastards have a go.â And with that, he shut the camcorder off and pushed it into the youngest memberâs chest, who looked at him with wide eyes. âFuck it, we might even give you a turn.âÂ
The freshman choked on his spit. âR-really?âÂ
âIâm feeling nice today.â San sighed, running his fingers through his sweaty bangs to fix them. When the young man just stood there drooling, the frat leader grimaced. âUpload this to all our sites ASAP, and donât forget about our twitter page this time,â he demanded, rolling his eyes when he saw the cum stains the embarrassed student left behind on his pants. âAnd, for fuckâs sake, will you take care of that?âÂ
As another member brought a can of beer over to San, the frat leader took it and cracked it open. âCan you believe that guy? Heâs been here for, what, a month now? And heâs still creaming his pants like a virgin? Unbelievable.â
As you gingerly put your clothes back on, you watched San move around the frat to dab up his friends and clink their beer cans together in celebration of another successful shoot. You couldnât help but let out a long, lovesick sigh. He would be yours one day. Until then, you would take what you could get, and of course, become a star.Â
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Malfunction
Franco Colapinto x physician!Reader
Summary: Francoâs concussion has come and gone, but his desire to see the angel of a physician who likely saved his life has only gotten stronger ⌠itâs just a shame that he tends to lose any semblance of composure when youâre around
Note: this is the much requested second part to Malpractice ⌠but even better than the first part if I do say so myself đŤŁ
The Las Vegas Grand Prix is a distant blur in Francoâs memory. The crash. The pain. The disorientation.
But thereâs something else that lingers, too. Something soft that refuses to leave him alone.
Itâs the image of you, kneeling in front of him, your hands steady even as his world spun. Your voice cutting through the haze, your gaze sharp and intense, demanding his attention. The way you pushed him to stay alert, to pay attention, to focus on something other than the chaos in his head.
Franco knows he owes his sanity, maybe even his life, to you.
Itâs been a week since the crash, and heâs been cleared by the medical team to race again in Qatar, despite a lingering headache thatâs been stubbornly hanging on. But itâs not the headache thatâs bothering him. Itâs the fact that youâre not here. Youâre not at the track. Not in the garage. Not hovering over him like some kind of guardian angel.
He wants to see you again. Needs to.
Heâs sitting in the Williams debrief room, surrounded by engineers who are talking a mile a minute about tire wear and lap times. But Franco is barely listening. He keeps checking his phone, hoping for some sort of miracle: a text, a call, anything that might tell him youâre here. That youâve returned to the paddock.
But the screen stays empty.
âFranco, are you with us?â James Vowlesâ voice cuts through his thoughts, snapping him back to the present.
âYeah, sorry,â Franco mutters, rubbing his eyes. âWhat were you saying about tire strategy?â
James raises an eyebrow. âItâs fine. Focus on your recovery. Weâre just going over the data from todayâs practice. Youâve got time. But-â He looks around, making sure no one else is listening, â-donât be distracted during qualifying tomorrow. We need every bit of performance we can get from you this weekend.â
âRight.â Franco nods, but his mind drifts again, his gaze slipping back to his phone. Itâs like the rhythm of the weekend has been broken without you here, without the sharpness of your voice telling him heâs being an idiot, without your soft, steady presence making everything feel a little more manageable.
A soft knock sounds at the door, and Alex steps in, his casual smile immediately making the room feel a little lighter. His eyes flicker over to Franco. âHowâs it going, mate?â
Franco immediately perks up. âAlex! Youâre a sight for sore eyes.â He straightens up in his chair, suddenly interested in the conversation.
Alex raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âIs that because youâve missed me, or because I bring good news?â
âBoth,â Franco grins. âBut seriously, Iâve been thinking about something, and I need your help.â
Alex folds his arms, giving Franco a knowing look. âUh oh. What have you gotten yourself into now?â
âItâs about Y/N,â Franco says, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Alexâs eyebrows shoot up, but he doesnât seem too surprised. He sighs, already knowing where this is headed. âAh, I shouldâve known.â
âNo, listen,â Franco presses, his voice a little more serious. âI need her to come to Abu Dhabi. She has to be there. I-â He pauses, trying to put his feelings into words. âIâve been thinking about her all week. I just ⌠I need to see her again.â
Alex raises both hands in mock surrender. âWhoa, whoa. Slow down. You want me to convince her to come to a race just so you can see her again?â
Franco shrugs, looking entirely unapologetic. âYeah. Pretty much.â
Alex shakes his head, a bemused smile tugging at his lips. âYou really have it bad, donât you?â
Franco hesitates, his smile faltering just slightly, then nods. âI do.â His expression softens. âShe helped me when I didnât even know what was happening. Iâve never had someone take care of me like that.â
Alex takes a moment, studying Francoâs face, then lets out a long breath. âLook, I canât make any promises. Y/Nâs a resident physician. Her schedule is insane. She barely has time to breathe, let alone fly out to the Middle East for a race. But-â He hesitates, as if weighing his next words carefully. âBut Iâll ask her. Iâll see what I can do. But no promises, okay?â
âJust ask,â Franco says urgently. âI donât care if itâs a long shot. I need her there.â
Alex chuckles, shaking his head. âAlright, alright. Iâll ask. But you owe me a beer if this works.â
âYou got it,â Franco grins, already feeling the relief of having put his request into motion. âThanks.â
***
Itâs late by the time youâre wrapping up your shift at the hospital. The weight of your scrubs feels heavier than usual tonight, your body aching after hours of rounds and consultations. Youâve barely slept all week, the demands of your residency taking up every last ounce of energy. All you want to do now is crash into bed and forget about the world for a few hours.
But then your phone buzzes in your pocket, and the familiar name on the screen makes you stop in your tracks.
Alex.
You sigh, glancing around the empty hallway before answering. âHey, Alex. Whatâs up?â
âHey,â Alex greets you, his tone casual but thereâs a hint of something else in his voice. âHowâs it going?â
You roll your eyes, leaning against the wall. âYou know, same old. Patients, paperwork, more patients. I swear, Iâm starting to see peopleâs illnesses in my dreams at this point. Whatâs up?â
âWell, funny you should mention that,â Alex says with a chuckle, âbecause Iâve got a bit of a favor to ask.â
You brace yourself. âWhat now?â
âI need you to come to Abu Dhabi.â
Thereâs a beat of silence. âWhat? No. I canât just drop everything and fly to Abu Dhabi. You know how insane my schedule is right now.â
âI know, I know,â Alex says quickly. âBut listen, itâs not for me. Itâs for Franco.â
You blink, unsure if you heard him right. âFranco? What does he have to do with this?â
âHe, uh, well, heâs been asking about you. He really wants you to come. He ⌠he kind of needs you there, Y/N.â
You frown. âNeeds me? What, like for a medical emergency?â
âNo, no,â Alex quickly reassures you. âItâs not like that. Heâs just â heâs been a bit, you know, off since the crash. He keeps talking about how much you helped him, how much he needs to see you again. Heâs ⌠kinda, well, taken with you.â
You pause, processing the unexpected request. âWait. You want me to go to Abu Dhabi just to ⌠see Franco?â
Alex sighs. âI know itâs a lot to ask, and I totally get it if you canât make it. I just thought Iâd put it out there, because heâs really ⌠well, heâs really worried about seeing you again.â
You take a deep breath, staring at the floor. Thereâs a tug at your chest. Francoâs crash. The way he looked when he stumbled into the garage, his eyes unfocused, his voice thick with concussion. And how you couldnât help but care, couldnât help but feel something stir in your chest as you took care of him.
âI donât know,â you say softly. âI donât know if I can get time off. Iâve got a million things to do.â
âPlease,â Alex pleads, his tone sincere. âJust think about it. Iâll take care of the rest. You donât have to worry about anything. Just â just come for the weekend. For him.â
You hesitate for a long moment. Your exhaustion is overwhelming, but so is the pull to be there for Franco, to check in on him after everything that happened.
âOkay,â you say finally, your voice quiet but firm. âIâll see what I can do.â
Alex lets out a relieved breath. âThank you. You have no idea how much this means to him.â
âIâll talk to my supervisor tomorrow and see if I can get a couple of days off. Iâll let you know.â
âGreat. Iâll keep you posted. Thanks again, really.â
As the call ends, you press the phone to your ear, staring at the blank hospital hallway. Something in your chest stirs, a mix of curiosity and something else you canât quite name. You promised yourself you wouldnât get involved with any of these drivers. But Franco ⌠thereâs something about him. Something you canât shake.
You donât know whatâs going to happen in Abu Dhabi. But you know one thing for sure: youâre going to see him again.
***
Franco is buzzing with energy as he walks away from the Williams garage after FP2. The track is alive with its usual Friday hum: team radios squawking, mechanics wheeling equipment, fans pressing against barricades for a glimpse of the action. Normally, this is his favorite part of the weekend â the calm between sessions when he can breathe and think through whatâs next.
But today, his thoughts are miles away.
You.
Alex told him youâd agreed to come. Heâs spent all week mentally preparing for this moment, imagining what heâll say when he sees you again. Heâd told himself heâd play it cool. That he wouldnât come off as desperate or weird. That heâd be charming and effortless.
And now, as he walks toward the Williams motorhome, heâs running through those lines in his head like a script. But then, through the glass doors of the motorhome, he spots you.
Youâre sitting at a table with Lily, wine glasses between you. Youâre mid-laugh, one hand lightly gesturing, the other wrapped around the stem of your glass. The sound of your laugh doesnât reach him, but your expression â warm and animated â is enough to stop him in his tracks.
Franco stares, frozen. For a second, heâs not a professional driver or a smooth-talking twenty-one-year-old. Heâs just a guy, floored by the sight of someone heâs been thinking about far too much.
And then, because the universe has a cruel sense of humor, he walks straight into the glass door.
The sound is embarrassingly loud â a deep, resonant thud that draws the attention of a couple of mechanics nearby. Franco stumbles back, clutching his forehead as the door wobbles slightly on its hinges.
âOh, come on,â he mutters under his breath, blinking rapidly to clear the stars dancing in his vision.
Inside, Lily gasps, already half out of her chair. But you â you just press a hand to your mouth, visibly trying to suppress a laugh.
Franco pushes the door open this time (successfully, thank God) and steps into the motorhome, trying to salvage whatever remains of his dignity.
âDidnât know the motorhome was defending itself today,â he says, flashing a crooked grin as he rubs his forehead.
Youâre still smiling, but thereâs a glint in your eyes as you take a sip of wine. âI see youâre still finding creative ways to injure yourself.â
Lily, standing now, gives him a once-over. âAre you okay? That sounded bad.â
âIâm fine, Iâm fine,â Franco says quickly, though heâs still holding his head. âJust testing the structural integrity of the door. Very solid. Great engineering.â
Lily rolls her eyes, muttering something about grabbing an ice pack before disappearing into the kitchen.
You lean back in your chair, tilting your head as you look at him. âYou know, you really donât have to keep hurting yourself just to get my attention. There are easier ways.â
Franco blinks, momentarily thrown off by the teasing edge in your voice. But then he recovers, his grin widening. âOh, so you noticed me, huh? Mission accomplished.â
You arch an eyebrow, unimpressed. âHard not to notice when someone face-plants into a door.â
âOuch,â Franco says, clutching his chest dramatically. âFirst my head, now my ego. Youâre ruthless.â
You laugh, setting your glass down. âIâm a doctor. I call it like I see it.â
âAnd what do you see?â He asks, leaning casually against the doorframe (or at least trying to â he slightly misjudges the angle and has to correct himself, which makes him look anything but casual).
âI see someone who might need another concussion test if they keep this up,â you say dryly, though thereâs a hint of amusement in your tone.
Franco seizes the opening. âOh, youâll give me a test? What, right here? Should I sit down? Or maybe lie down? Whatever you need, angel, Iâm ready.â
You roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitch. âIâm off-duty, thank you very much. And stop calling me angel.â
âWhy? It suits you,â Franco says without missing a beat. He steps closer, his grin turning just a bit sheepish. âYou did save me, after all.â
âFrom driving with a concussion,â you reply, crossing your arms.
âStill counts,â he says, shrugging. âSo ⌠youâre really here. Thought maybe Alex was messing with me.â
You tilt your head, watching him carefully. âWhy would he do that?â
âI donât know, for fun? He likes to mess with me,â Franco says, his grin turning rueful. âBut Iâm glad he wasnât. Itâs ⌠itâs good to see you.â
Your expression softens, and you glance down briefly before meeting his eyes again. âItâs good to see you too.â
For a moment, thereâs a silence between you. Not awkward, but charged. Franco shifts his weight, scratching the back of his neck. Heâs been preparing for this moment all week, but now that youâre standing in front of him, heâs at a loss.
Lily reappears then, an ice pack in hand. She tosses it to Franco, who catches it against his chest. âHere,â she says. âFor the door-shaped bruise youâre probably going to have.â
âThanks,â Franco says, pressing the pack to his forehead. He winces slightly but keeps his gaze on you.
Lily looks between the two of you, her lips twitching as if sheâs trying not to laugh. âWell, Iâll leave you two to ⌠whatever this is,â she says, grabbing her glass and retreating toward the other end of the motorhome.
Franco watches her go, then looks back at you, his smile softening. âSo ⌠youâre here for the whole weekend?â
You nod. âLily convinced me to stay. Said I needed a break.â
âYou do,â Franco says quickly. âDefinitely. Big time.â
You raise an eyebrow. âOh? And whyâs that?â
âBecause âŚâ Franco hesitates, then decides to go for it. âBecause I havenât been able to stop thinking about you since Vegas.â
You blink, caught off guard by his honesty. âFranco-â
âIâm serious,â he interrupts, stepping closer. âI know Iâm probably coming off like a total idiot right now, but I donât care. You-â He gestures vaguely, as if struggling to find the right words. âYouâre different. Youâre not like anyone else here.â
âThatâs because Iâm not supposed to be here,â you say, your tone light but your eyes searching his. âIâm a doctor, Franco. Not meant for ⌠whatever this world is.â
âDoesnât matter,â he says, shaking his head. âYou could be anything, and Iâd still want to know you. Youâre âŚâ He trails off, then laughs at himself. âGod, Iâm bad at this.â
You laugh too, finally relaxing. âA little, yeah.â
âBut Iâm trying,â he says, his expression earnest now. âAnd Iâll keep trying, even if it means walking into more doors. Or walls. Or whatever else gets in my way.â
You shake your head, exasperated but undeniably charmed. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âRidiculously into you,â Franco counters, grinning.
You groan, but your smile betrays you. âStop. That was awful.â
âWas it?â Hr teases, leaning just slightly closer.
âYes,â you say firmly, though thereâs a hint of laughter in your voice. âAnd Iâm not letting you use your injuries as an excuse to flirt with me.â
âThen what excuse should I use?â He asks, tilting his head.
You roll your eyes, but youâre smiling now. âHow about none? Just be normal.â
âNormal,â Franco repeats, as if testing the word. âOkay. I can do that. Probably.â
âSomehow, I doubt it,â you say, but your tone is lighter now, your guard lowering just a fraction.
Franco grins, sensing the shift. He might not be smooth, but heâs persistent. And right now, that feels like enough.
***
The hospital hums with its usual rhythm: the sharp beeps of monitors, the steady shuffle of footsteps, and the occasional murmur of voices echoing down sterile hallways. Youâre halfway through your shift, mentally cataloging a growing to-do list, when one of the nurses finds you near the break room.
She looks far too amused for your liking, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth. âHey, Doc,â she says, her tone conspiratorial. âYouâve got a patient in Room 43. Interesting case. Fileâs by the door.â
You glance up from your notes, immediately suspicious. âInteresting how?â
âLetâs just say ⌠not your usual trauma,â she replies, her grin widening. âGo see for yourself.â
With a sigh, you grab your tablet and head down the hallway. Youâre too tired to entertain the nurseâs cryptic humor, but curiosity tugs at you anyway. When you reach Room 43, you spot the chart hanging by the door. You pick it up and start skimming, your brain automatically processing the medical shorthand.
And then your eyes land on the complaint: penile fracture.
You freeze. Your brain short-circuits for a good five seconds.
Penile fracture. Seriously? You take a deep breath, fighting the urge to laugh or groan. Itâs not unheard of, but itâs rare enough to make your day a little more ⌠colorful.
Squaring your shoulders, you prepare yourself for whatâs undoubtedly going to be an awkward encounter. Professionalism, you remind yourself. Youâve handled weirder cases.
But all of that resolve shatters the second you open the door and step into the room.
Because the patient isnât some anonymous stranger.
Itâs Franco.
Franco, lounging on the exam table like he doesnât have a care in the world, scrolling through his phone with his free hand. Franco, the same man youâve been dating for months, who absolutely should not be in this hospital room right now.
Your mouth opens, ready to deliver your standard introduction, but no words come out.
Franco looks up at the sound of the door, his face breaking into that familiar, devilish grin. âHey, angel.â
âWhat the-â You stop yourself, gripping the edge of the clipboard like itâs the only thing tethering you to reality. âFranco, what are you doing here?â
He sets his phone down, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. âIâm a patient. Clearly.â
You take a deep breath, setting the clipboard aside. âPlease tell me youâre joking.â
âNope.â He leans back slightly, gesturing toward himself with both hands. âBroken dick. You saw the file.â
Your jaw tightens as you step closer, lowering your voice. âFranco, this is a hospital. You canât just-â
âI didnât just anything,â he cuts in, feigning indignation. âIâm here because you abandoned me this morning. And now Iâm suffering.â
You blink at him, completely thrown. âSuffering?â
âYes!â He says, sitting up straighter, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrays any attempt at seriousness. âYou left me. Alone. In bed. With âŚâ He lowers his voice dramatically. âAn issue.â
Your brain scrambles to keep up. âAn issue?â
Franco sighs, as though the weight of the world is on his shoulders. âBlue balls. A raging, unresolved situation. Youâre a doctor â you know how dangerous that can be.â
âDangerous?â Your voice rises slightly before you catch yourself. âFranco, I left because I had to come to work. Like a normal person.â
âRight, but normal people donât leave their boyfriends high and dry,â he argues, his tone edging into the realm of petulant. âDo you know how much it hurts? Itâs practically a medical emergency.â
You close your eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose. âSo let me get this straight,â you say slowly. âYouâre here because you have blue balls. And instead of â oh, I donât know â handling it with your hand and some lotion like a grown adult, you decided to come to my workplace and waste everyoneâs time?â
âI donât see it as wasting time,â Franco says, crossing his arms. âI see it as seeking expert care. From a very qualified, very beautiful doctor.â
âFranco,â you say warningly, but heâs already grinning.
âBesides,â he continues, his voice dropping into a teasing lilt, âdonât you think itâs romantic? Iâm literally willing to suffer for you.â
âOh my God.â You press a hand to your forehead, feeling a mix of exasperation and disbelief. âYou are not suffering. And this is not romantic â itâs ridiculous.â
âRidiculously sweet,â Franco counters, clearly enjoying himself.
You stare at him, torn between wanting to strangle him and laugh. âYou know I could get in trouble for this, right? What if someone finds out Iâm treating my boyfriend? Or worse, that youâre faking a medical emergency?â
âIâm not faking,â he says quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âThe pain in my cock is very real.â
âFranco.â Your voice is flat, and you fix him with your best no-nonsense look.
He hesitates for a beat, then leans forward slightly, lowering his voice like heâs about to confess something scandalous. âOkay, maybe it isnât a fracture. But it is painful!â
You throw your hands up, resisting the urge to laugh despite yourself. âUnbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.â
Franco pouts, his lower lip sticking out in an exaggerated fashion. âCome on, angel. Donât be mad. I just wanted to see you.â
âYou couldnât have waited until my shift was over?â
He shrugs. âWhat can I say? Iâm impatient. And in my defense, you looked very cute leaving this morning.â
You sigh, shaking your head. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd yet, you love me,â he says, his grin widening.
âDonât push your luck,â you warn, though thereâs no real bite in your tone.
Franco leans back on the exam table, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who just disrupted your workday. âSo ⌠are you gonna examine me or what?â
You narrow your eyes at him. âDo you want me to call security? Because thatâs where this is headed.â
âYou wouldnât,â he says, his confidence unwavering.
You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. âTry me.â
Franco holds your gaze for a moment, then sighs dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. âFine. No exam. But only because I value our relationship.â
âUh-huh,â you say, not even trying to hide your sarcasm.
He grins again, the kind of grin thatâs always been your undoing. âYou canât stay mad at me, angel. Admit it.â
You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth despite your best efforts. âFranco, youâre lucky I like you. Otherwise, youâd be on your way out of here in handcuffs.â
His eyebrows shoot up, and he smirks. âKinky.â
âOh, for the love of-â You donât bother finishing the sentence, turning toward the door instead.
âWait, wait!â Franco calls after you, sliding off the exam table. âIâm kidding! Donât go!â
You pause, looking back at him. Heâs standing there with his hands in his pockets, his expression softer now. âSeriously,â he says. âI just ⌠I missed you. And I thought maybe this would make you laugh. Or at least roll your eyes. Which it did, so ⌠mission accomplished?â
You sigh, feeling your resolve waver. Itâs hard to stay mad at him when heâs looking at you like that â like youâre the only person in the world who matters.
âFranco,â you say, your voice quieter now. âYou canât just show up like this. I have a job to do.â
âI know,â he says, stepping closer. âAnd I promise I wonât make a habit of it. But ⌠can I take you to dinner after your shift? As an apology?â
You study him for a moment, weighing your options. Finally, you let out a small sigh. âFine. But only if you promise to behave.â
âI promise,â he says quickly, holding a hand over his heart.
âAnd no more faking injuries,â you add, pointing a finger at him.
âScoutâs honor,â he says, though the mischievous glint in his eye suggests otherwise.
You shake your head, exasperated but smiling. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âAnd yet, you keep me around,â he says, grinning.
âFor now,â you say, opening the door. âNow get out of here before someone sees you.â
âYes, maâam,â Franco says, saluting playfully as he follows you into the hallway.
As he walks away, you canât help but smile to yourself. Ridiculous as he is, thereâs no denying that life with Franco is never boring.
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emt!marauders getting called to a halloween party bc your friend got injured in her drunkenness. youâre the one who called and took responsibility in the situation, so when they show up youâre there in like an angel or goddess costume or something ethereal and youâre caring so kindly for your friend and theyâre like soooooooo in love. maybe you ride in the ambulance with her bc she doesnât want to be alone and get to spend even more time with them đŤŁđĽ¸đ¤˛
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cw: alcohol, blood, needle, nausea, symptoms of concussion (or I guess those could be interpreted as drunkenness if you like), mention of hospital/stitches
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Youâve got both hands on your friendâs head because you donât trust her to keep up pressure with the towel herself, but you suppose youâre not much better. Your hands are shaking something awful. The blue and yellow lights turning onto your street come as a relief.Â
âLook, the ambulance is here,â you tell your friend softly, a poor attempt at reassuring her.Â
âHello.â A dark-haired paramedic flashes a grin at you both as he steps down from the passenger side to meet you at the curb. âSo, we have an angel and aâŚzombie?âÂ
Your friend makes a rather zombie-like sound of confirmation.Â
Another EMT comes up behind the first. âOh, perfect! So the head wound is just part of it then, I suppose. We can all go home.â He crouches in front of her, smiling as he takes her wrist in his hands and settles two fingers over her pulse. âHow are we feeling, babe?â
Your friend swallows thickly. âI need to call my mom.âÂ
âIâve already called your mom,â you remind her gently. A third paramedic, this one taller and with a lither build than the others, rounds the ambulance. âSheâs on her way.â You ask the paramedics, âDo you know which hospital weâll be going to? So I can tell her mom.âÂ
âMost likely the one on Baker,â says the third paramedic. He sets his hand over yours on the towel. âIâve got this, love.âÂ
You let go carefully, texting your friendâs mom the hospital before wrapping your arm around her shoulders. Her voice has gone thin and wobbly as the paramedic getting her pulse asks her questions.
âAnd whoâs your friend there?â He points at you with his chin. âDo you know her name?â
Your friend follows his gaze as though sheâd forgotten you were there, and you try to give her a smile. She says your name.Â
âNice to meet both of you,â he says cheerily. âIâm James, thatâs Sirius and thatâs Remus. Weâre going to take you to the hospital now, okay? Do you feel like you can walk?â
âCan she come with me?â your friend asks.Â
James hesitates. He looks to the other two.Â
The tall oneâRemusâsays tentatively, âWeâre really not supposed to. Itâd be an awfully tight fit.âÂ
Your friendâs eyes start to water, and you say quickly, rubbing her arm, âI can stay out of your way. Sheâsââ you lower your voice ââher mom is hours away, and sheâs scared. I donât want her to be alone.âÂ
Remusâ eyebrows bend with sympathy.Â
âLetâs do it.â Sirius bumps Remusâ hip, a familiar sort of gesture. He sends you a wink. âWe canât part her from her guardian angel.âÂ
Your face heats, but you smile at him. Give Remus a hopeful look.Â
He nods. âAlright,â he says, keeping one hand on your friendâs head and taking her elbow in the other. âReady to go?âÂ
âCan my friend come with me?âÂ
âIâm coming,â you reassure her. You help her stand with an arm under her shoulders, supporting her weight more than necessary in case she falls.Â
James and Sirius are waiting in the back of the ambulance to help her up, and while Sirius gets her settled on the gurney James reaches back down for you.Â
âHop on up, angel.âÂ
Youâre not sure if heâs referring to your costume or not, but you think you might be okay with this guy calling you whatever he likes. You take his hand, and have to avert your eyes from the flex of his bicep as he pulls you up.Â
âYou alright?â Remus asks as you try to find the most out-of-the-way place to sit.Â
âHm?â You look to him. âYeah, why?âÂ
He gives you a soft smile. âYouâre shaking, love.â He takes your shoulders in his hands, guiding you to a bench in the corner. âPut your back against the wall there. There you are. Say something if you start to feel faint, okay?âÂ
You hum weakly. You are starting to really tremble, your adrenaline catching up to you now that there are professionals here to take charge of your friend.Â
âYouâve got a wicked concussion,â Sirius says to her. âReally top-of-the-line head injury, Iâm impressed. Did you pass out at any point?âÂ
Your friend looks to you, uncertain.Â
You take the hand she holds out to you. âYeah,â you tell Sirius. âJust for a second, though, right after it happened.â
âWhat did happen?â asks James.Â
âShe fell and clipped her head on the counter.â You wince at the memory.Â
Sirius makes a sympathetic sound. âBit too much to drink?âÂ
Your friend makes a rueful, miserable sound. You squeeze her hand.Â
âYou werenât so bad,â you tell her kindly. âJust enough to lose your balance. It couldâve happened to anyone.âÂ
James looks at your joined hands with a faint smile. âYouâre a good friend,â he says, âstaying with her like this.âÂ
You shrug. âCouldnât really leave her alone, could I?âÂ
âSome people would.â Remus starts putting an IV into your friendâs hand, and you have to look away, your stomach roiling. James chuckles. âEspecially considering you look like you might pass out yourself.âÂ
âI told her to say if she was going to,â says Remus.Â
âIâm okay,â you say feebly.Â
Sirius tsks, leaving the care of your friendâs wound to James as he comes over to you. âNot a fan of needles?âÂ
âOr blood,â you admit. âSorry, Iâm fine, just squeamish.âÂ
âPut your head there, gorgeous.â The compliment doesnât help with the turmoil in your stomach, nor does the hand he sets on your face, gently directing you to rest your head in the corner. He procures a bottle of water from a drawer. âSip on this, and please try not to pass out without telling us.âÂ
âYeah,â you breathe. âSorry.âÂ
âNo need to be sorry, angel, youâre doing great. Youâre both doing great.â Sirius gives you and your friendâs linked hands a squeeze before rejoining James by her head. âNow, Iâm hoping youâre less squeamish than your guardian angel over there, babe. Have you ever had stitches before?â
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sweet as honeycrisp



pairing: sugar daddy!ari levinson x sugar baby!female reader
summary: your sugar daddy takes you on an autumn-themed date to the apple orchard, and what starts off as a fun and flirty day unfolds into a meaningful turning point in your relationship.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, piv sex, outdoor sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, biting, brief cockwarming, exhibitionism, light bdsm, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, very light degradation, lots of teasing, pet names (darling, honey), aftercare, happy ending, so much fluff
word count: 14.5k
a/n: whew i've been working on this for like two weeks now, and i'm so happy to finally be able to post it!!! i was struggling a bit with the emotional throughline of this fic, and i only decided on it very late in the editing game so if some things don't make sense, just ignore it!!! if you can believe it, i originally just wanted to write about a quickie in the apple orchard and it turned into this 𫣠anyway, i hope y'all enjoy!!!
âKiss.â
The warm, playful voice of your sugar daddy, Ari Levinson, met your ears as you lowered yourself into the passenger seat of his Lexus, greeting you in the way he always did. When you closed the car door behind you, the sounds of the Manhattan street were silenced, leaving you in the relative quiet with Ari.
Eagerly, you twisted on the sumptuous seat of the expensive car to lean over the center console, brushing a teasing kiss to Ariâs scruffy cheek, your lips grazing the edge of his full beard. His skin was warm and inviting, and you lingered for a moment, breathing in the the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne, smelling of vetiver and leather.Â
When you pulled back, Ariâs blue eyes were glittering with a hint of mischief that made your heart thump with excitement, a warmth blooming in your core despite the cool air of the carâs air conditioning brushing your legs. It was a warm September day, the last remnants of summer clinging in the air as if it protested giving up its seat to autumn.Â
The thought crossed your mind that if any man looked like the embodiment of summer, it was Ari Levinson. His skin was golden with a perpetual tan, and his brown hair had sun-kissed blond highlights that shimmered in the daylight, though they were dimmed a bit in the shadow of his car.Â
Still, as he grinned at you, showing off his pearly whites framed by his dark beard, you couldnât help but feel like the summer sun had taken a liking to you and sat beside you. When he looked at you like that, with that smile and those blue eyes shining like the sun off the ocean waves, you wondered what it would be like to have his attention all the timeâto be more than just the sugar baby he took on occasional dates when he wanted to have fun.
Pushing those bothersome romantic notions aside, you raked your eyes down Ariâs form, noticing that heâd dressed down for your date. He wore a soft denim, long-sleeved button-up over a simple white t-shirt and tailored slacks. Casual loafers and sunglasses perched on top of his head completed the look. Even in such a simple outfit, he looked good.Â
âShow me.âÂ
His voice was a deep rumble that pulsed between your thighs, and you flicked your gaze back up to his face, finding heat in his expression, the same mischievousness in his eyes thatâd been there since you got in the car. The corner of Ariâs mouth was curved in a smirk, and you felt another throb of warmth in your core.
Your lips curled at the edges, a wicked smile curving your mouth as the energy in the car crackled around you, spurring your heart to beat a little faster. You knew exactly what Ari wanted you to show him, and you knew it was naughtyâbut that was part of why you liked spending time with your sugar daddy.Â
Ari was always urging you to be a little daring, to do something that made your heart race and your breath come a little faster. He didnât push you, so much as guide you down the path to depravity, and you followed him willingly. You never felt more alive than when you were with Ari.
So while you smiled at him, you spread your legs on the leather seat of his Lexus, the short skirt of your dress falling between your parting thighs. Ariâs smirk deepened with satisfaction as he watched your movements with rapt attention. Your fingers toyed with the edge of your dress, the fabric having ridden up quite high on your thighs.Â
But before you could reveal what was beneath your skirt, you looked away from Ari, and it crashed over you that you sat in a car in the middle of a busy Manhattan street surrounded by other people. There were folks driving in their cars just outside your window and others walking by on the sidewalk beside where Ari was parked. There were even people filling up the buildings that overlooked the street. They were everywhere around you.
âDarling, look at me,â Ari murmured, his tone entreating enough to call your attention back to him.Â
You noticed his sparkling eyes had lost some of their mischief when you looked back at him. But the steadiness of his gaze had you relaxing when you hadnât even realized youâd tensed up, and the corners of your mouth flickered in an uncertain smile.
âDo you trust me?â Ari asked simply. His face was open, no hint of pressure in his tone or voice.Â
For a brief moment, you considered his question, then you nodded your head. You watched as warmth flooded into his gaze, and it made you feel a little more sure.Â
âLift your skirt for me, darling,â he implored, his eyes dropping to where your thighs were still spread, the flimsy fabric of your dress barely hiding your core. âShow daddy what you have under your pretty little skirt.â
You gathered every ounce of braveness in your body and pulled up the hem of your skirt. There, nestled between your spread thighs, was your bare pussy. The air in the car seemed to heat by a few degrees when you heard Ari suck in a sharp breath.
It had been Ariâs idea for you to go without panties on your date, and youâd agreed, the idea sending excited thrills through your body. Walking through the halls and the lobby of the Manhattan high-rise you called home, youâd felt like you had a secret that only Ari knew, and it gave you a delicious kind of satisfaction showing your sugar daddy how youâd gone without panties, your pussy fully exposed beneath your dress.
âYou have such a pretty cunt, darling,â Ari groaned, his hand sliding up your thigh until the tips of his fingers teased the top of your slit.Â
You bit back a gasp and squirmed in your seat, trying to hold your hips back from thrusting into his touch.Â
âI never get tired of seeing this pussy, and how wet she gets for me.âÂ
His fingers spread your lower lips and he brushed ever so gently over the tip of your clit, making you twitch in your seat, your legs shaking with the effort it took not to close them on his hand and trap him against your heated core.
âAnd the way your thighs tremble for me,â Ari rumbled, pulling away from your quickly dampening slit to grope roughly at your plush softness, his grip possessive in a way your sugar daddy rarely was.Â
âAri.â His name was a breathy exhale, an undercurrent of admonishment in your tone as his touches stoked the blazing fire in your core, making you squirm even more on the seat. A sliver of worry wormed into your mind as you remembered the leather you sat on, which would surely stain if he kept touching you, and you gasped, âThe seat.â
Ari only chuckled, the sound cavalier in a way that made butterflies take flight in your belly, but before you could chide him again, his hand was slipping back between your thighs. Ari dragged a finger from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top, flicking your clit and wringing a moan from your lips as your thighs trembled on the seat.
Then he was pulling his hand away, leaving you to drop your skirt to cover yourself, and popping his finger into his mouth. Your sugar daddy made a show of savoring the taste of you, and your head fell back against the headrest. You watched him suck your taste from his skin, your breaths heavy in your chest while Ariâs eyes sparkled with mischief.Â
âMm, sweet as apple pie,â he praised, making heat rush to your face while you shook your head and rolled your eyesâeven as your chest warmed at the compliment. Ari was grinning shamelessly at you when he grabbed your face gently and pulled you gently across the car toward him. âCâmere, darling, see how sweet you taste,â he murmured against your lips before kissing you.
The musky flavor of your body made you moan into Ariâs mouth, your sugar daddy devouring every little noise you made while he kissed you thoroughly. You sank into him, reveling in the smooth glide of his lips and the possessive exploration of his tongue. Your fingers curled around the collar of his denim shirt and you clung to him, feeling the edge of something more in the way he kissed you. It left you breathless when you finally pulled away.
You fell back into your seat with a soft âoomph,â the breath rushing from your lungs when you looked into Ariâs eyes. His blue gaze was softer than youâd ever seen it, and there was something in depths of his eyes that you couldnât quite placeâaffection or fondness maybe.Â
A small, uncertain smile curled your lips, your heart thumping in your chest as you wondered if thatâs how Ari looked at someone he truly cared about. Someone special to him, who had a more permanent place in his life than the sugar baby he called when he wanted to have some no-strings-attached fun.Â
For the briefest of moments, you could pretend Ari was more than your sugar daddy, and you were more than his sugar baby.Â
But then the moment ended, and Ari cleared his throat as he looked away, focusing on the wheel and gear shift of his car to put it in drive. A silent sigh of disappointment gusted from you, and you turned toward the passenger side window, intent on watching the city fly by once Ari eased into traffic.
To your surprise, Ariâs hand slipped into one of yours, his palm pressing against yours while he laced your fingers together. Your breath hitched with uncertainty even as the corners of your mouth flickered in a smile. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his hand in yours, turning it over to trace the veins on the back gently while he maneuvered his Lexus through the Manhattan streets.
It had only been a few months since youâd started seeing Ari, and while his touches were often greedy when you were fooling around, he hadnât been prone to physical displays of affection since the first few dates you went on with him. Back then, heâd reached for your hand a few times, but after a point heâd stopped.
Truthfully, it had been a relief. One of your greatest fears was falling for a sugar daddy who didnât return your feelings, and considering how handsome Ari was, youâd known it was a serious risk getting into a relationship with him. But heâd been so charming and carefree, you didnât think it would be a problem to keep your heart out of things. He didnât seem like he was looking for anything serious anyway.
So youâd focused on having fun, and that had been easy. Ari took you to expensive restaurants with delicious food in New York City, or heâd fly you somewhere else if he was itching to get away for a little bit. During meals, youâd chat about trivial things, then fall into bed together as soon as you were back in whatever hotel room Ari had booked for the night.Â
You didnât quite know why your conversations didnât go deeper than the shallow things you talked about, but you didnât question it. It made everything so much easier if you didnât truly know Ariâif he didnât know you either. So you just stuck to safe topics, like planning dates and having sex.Â
Your relationship with Ari was a nice change of pace for you. He was far from your first sugar daddy, and youâd learned some hard lessons in your past relationships. Too often, sugar daddies wanted to know things you werenât comfortable sharing, but Ari had never pried. Heâd set boundaries and didnât push them. You were grateful for that.
But another part of you, a part that started off small and was growing with every date you went on with Ari, yearned to know more about your sugar daddy. You wanted to know what he liked to do when he wasnât working or taking you on dates. You wanted to know if he had any family, if he celebrated the holidays with them. You wanted to know if heâd ever had his heart broken.Â
Tamping down on those curious thoughts, you focused on the presentâthe music that was playing gently in the car, and the scenery passing by your window. The skyscrapers and high-rises of Manhattan had given way to the tightly-packed homes of the suburbs.Â
Biting your tongue against all the questions you wanted to ask, not even sure how youâd begin to try to get to know your sugar daddy betterâlet alone whether it was a good ideaâyou sat in silence with Ari. The suburbs eventually gave way to the lush forests and hilly countryside of the Hudson Valley, giving you something prettier to look at.
It was too early in September for the leaves to be changing yet, but there were glimpses of golden yellows and warm oranges among the green foliage. A hint of what was to come. Autumn was inevitable and you found comfort in the changing seasons.Â
Cozy weather was right around the corner, and you couldnât wait for it. Hot apple cider and pumpkin pie, butterscotch cookies and mulled wineâyou were a glutton for all the food and beverages associated with the autumn months. And you liked to make them yourself from scratch whenever possible.Â
It was part of the reason youâd wanted Ari to take you apple picking, though he didnât know that. Heâd just accepted the request and planned the date.Â
After a little while more of driving, Ari pulled off the paved road and onto a dirt track. There was a sign for Brothersâ Apple Orchard fixed to a worn, wooden fence, though dense trees hid the farm from view.Â
A little ways down the dirt road, the trees opened up into a large parking lot that was already packed with families and groups of friends going apple picking on the warm September afternoon. The sight and sounds of all the people had nerves twisting in your stomach, and you wondered if it had been a smart idea to go without panties to a place that was meant for wholesome fun.
Youâd long since learned that Ari had an exhibitionist streak, and that day wasnât the first time heâd told you to show up to one of your dates without panties. Youâd always enjoyed the excitement in the inherent risk of wearing a dress without anything underneath, but heâd never taken you somewhere with so many families before. The consequences of getting caught seemed so much worse than they ever had before.
Ari mustâve felt your fingers tense in his because he gave you a comforting squeeze as he pulled his Lexus into an empty space and put the car in park. Once done, he looked to you, his smile faltering when he took in the way your brows were pinched and the corners of your mouth were turned down in an uncertain frown.
âDo you trust me, darling?â Ari asked, cupping your face and leaning across the carâs console to press his forehead to yours. His thumb stroked gently over your cheek, matching the sweeping of his other thumb against the back of your hand.Â
You were quiet for a moment, nibbling on your lower lip as you thought about his questionâreally thought about it.
It weighed on you a little that you didnât know Ari very well, especially since a part of you desperately wanted to, but that didnât mean you didnât know his character. Ari had never pushed you to do something you didnât want to do, and he always checked in with you when you were together, making sure you were comfortable and having fun. So while you didnât know his favorite color, you did trust him.Â
Exhaling slowly, you nodded, your forehead shifting against Ariâs. âI trust you, Ari,â you said, your voice little more than a whisper, like you were telling him a secret in the privacy afforded by the enclosed space of his car.Â
To your surprise, Ari sighed in relief at your words, the exhale so short and quiet, you wondered if youâd heard correctly. But you didnât have time to analyze it because Ari was pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then pulling back to open his door and step out into the September sunshine.
You watched as Ari rounded the front of the Lexus, a charming grin on his face as he winked at you over the hood of his car. It was only because you were alone that you allowed yourself a silly little giggle, your mouth spreading across your face in a wide smile. He opened your door and offered you a hand to help you out.
âCareful, darling, wouldnât want to give anyone a free show,â Ari murmured teasingly while you slid your hand into his, feeling the roughness of his palm against the pads of your fingertips.Â
A zing of thrill went straight to your core at his words, joining the sparks you felt when you touched him. The fingers of your other hand played with the hem of your dress as you stepped one foot out of the car. You darted a look around, finding you had some relative privacy between Ariâs Lexus and the next car over, and pretended to rearrange your skirt.Â
In reality, you flashed your bare slit for your sugar daddy, biting your lip and ducking your head when you heard his sharp inhale. Ari made a low, tortured sound and squeezed your fingers, practically pulling you out of the car before pinning you against the side.
âNaughty girl,â Ari growled in your ear, pressing his big body against yours so you were trapped between his hard muscles and the warm metal of the Lexus at your back. âYouâre going to get us in trouble if you keep flashing that pretty pussy at me, darling.âÂ
A breathless, disbelieving laugh gusted past your lips before you could stop it, even as your head went a little fuzzy from the familiar scent of Ariâs cologne filling your senses. It felt like the vetiver and leather on his skin was embedded in your mind as a reminder of all the pleasure heâd given you, and with his body pressed against yours, it took you a moment to respond.
âYouâre the one who told me not to wear panties to our apple picking date, daddy,â you reminded him, gripping the soft cotton of Ariâs t-shirt beneath his denim shirt, your fingers brushing against the sides of his tapered waist. You pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, brushing your body against his firm form enticingly while your lips grazed along his scruffy cheek. âMaybe you shouldnât have done that if you didnât want me to show you my achy, needy cunt.â
A low growl rumbled in Ariâs chest and he pressed you harder against the side of his car, his body impossibly warm and hard through the thin fabric of your dress. You could feel every firm line of him against your soft curves, including the thick bulge digging into your stomach.Â
Then, as if that wasnât bad enough, Ariâs hands skimmed down your sides and dove beneath the hem of your skirt, palming your ass and kneading your soft flesh with firm, possessive fingers.
âDarling, if you keep saying such filthy things, youâre gonna end up in the back of my car with my cock buried in your achy, needy cunt,â he purred, a threat in his tone that he punctuated by nipping at your ear, making you gasp and arch into him, pressing your tits against his solid chest. âYouâre gonna get us banned from the orchard because you wonât be able to stop screaming while I pound your pussyâis that what you want?â
It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes.Â
In the short time since youâd stepped out of the car, Ari had you feeling wet and aching and empty. Warmth flooded your body that had nothing to do with the sun shining brightly above your heads, and you wanted badly for Ari to free his cock from his slacks and slide it inside you.
But then the shrieking laughter of children punctured the bubble of lust surrounding you, and you remembered exactly where you were. Shaking your head, you dropped your gaze to the edge of Ariâs jaw while you sucked in a deep breath, focusing on the fresh air beyond the scent of your sugar daddyâs cologne.Â
Ariâs big body eased back, giving you more room to breathe and you ignored the pang of disappointment at the loss of him. Instead, you let the crisp autumn breeze brushing against your cheeks and dancing between your thighs cool you down.Â
After giving you a moment, Ari curled a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up to look at him. His brows were lowered and his eyes looked at you questioningly.
âDo you still want to go apple picking?â he asked softly, planting his other hand on the hood of his car, as if he needed to force himself not to touch you so you could answer his question. The thought made you smile, and his eyes dropped to your lips, his thumb brushing quickly over the bottom one.Â
âI do,â you said in a light, breathless voice, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. On a whim, you nipped at Ariâs thumb, giving him a smirk when his eyes darkened. âIf you think you can keep it in your pants until later, daddy,â you taunted him, pushing your hips forward so his bulge pressed into your belly.
âYouâre such fucking trouble,â Ari growled before his mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. One of his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him while the other cradled your head gently, holding you exactly where he wanted you while he devoured your mouth, his tongue sweeping possessively past your lips until you were moaning softly into him.
A loud, clearing throat had you finally breaking apart. Both you and Ari turned your heads toward the sound, finding a blonde woman raising an eyebrow at the two of you before cutting her eyes pointedly to the children beside her. Your cheeks heated and you buried your face in Ariâs neck to muffle a cackling laugh.Â
âApologies, maâam,â Ari called gruffly, raising a hand in a repentant wave.Â
The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, which only made you laugh harder, pressing your face deeper into the warm curve of Ariâs shoulder as you tried to stay quiet. When the woman and her family were finally gone, you leaned back, giving Ari a cheeky grin.Â
âThink sheâs gonna complain about us and get us banned?â you asked teasingly, sliding your hands up Ariâs chest until they rested on his shoulders, trying not to think about how easy it was to touch your sugar daddy so casually. âTell them we were acting indecently in the parking lot?â
Ari laughed, chucking you under your chin gently before ducking down for a quick kiss. âIf she does, Iâll just buy the farm,â Ari murmured against your mouth. âThey canât ban us if I own them.â
Your breath caught in your lungs at Ariâs pronouncement, surprise making your heart leap in your chest. Your sugar daddy had bought you plenty of expensive gifts since youâd started seeing him, but buying a farm so you could go apple picking in peace was on another level entirely. You had to wonder if Ari was serious, but the look in his eye was genuine when he pulled back.Â
âDonât give me that look, darling,â he rumbled, his heated gaze raking over your face, taking in your wide eyes and parted lips. His thumb stroked over your bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly to the side, sending a little thrill through your body. âOr we arenât making it into the orchard.â
You closed your mouth, swallowing thickly and bobbed your head in a nod. Then, you slid away from Ari, slipping from between his big body and the car and taking a deep, steadying breath.
Even with the warm September sun shining down on your shoulders, you felt a little cold without Ariâs heat and shivered. But you told yourself you were being ridiculous, shaking off the shiver and turning back to your sugar daddy.
Ari was standing with both hands planted on the hood of the car, his head hanging between them while he took deep breaths. He mustâve felt your attention on him because he lifted his head and gave you a charming smile.Â
âJust gimme a sec, darling,â he said, shooting you a wink before he straightened and dropped his hands to the bulge in his slacks.Â
You tried not to ogle your sugar daddy as he adjusted himself to make his hard length less prominent in his pants, but you knew what was hiding beneath his clothes and you knew how good his cock felt sliding inside you.
A sizzling, delicious warmth cascaded through your body, and you let yourself watch Ariâs big hands adjusting his bulge for a moment before tearing your eyes away and taking deep breaths of the fresh air to clear your head as much as possible.
A moment later, Ari slung his arm around your shoulders and together the two of you walked toward the entrance to the orchard.
It took effort, but you managed not to look down at the front of his pants, sure that if you did, neither of you would make it any further. And you did want to go apple picking. You had so many things you wanted to bake with the apples you were going to pick.Â
Keeping your chin up and your gaze forward, you and Ari walked to the small, squat red building that served as the entryway to the orchard. One side was for folks heading into the field of apple trees, and you joined the line while scrutinizing the size of baskets and crates you could get for picking.Â
Ari let you choose the size, and you picked a decent size wooden basket, thinking that would give you plenty of apples to use for baking. A farm worker explained that your apples would be weighed when you were done, and you paid per pound. Then they handed Ari a map that specified where each apple variety could be found, and the two of you were set free into the orchard.Â
âWhat kind of apples are we picking today?â Ari asked, peering at the paper in his hand while he snagged the basket from you.Â
You leaned into his side so you could read the map, and pointed when you found what you wanted. âHoneycrisp, honeycrisp!â you chanted, letting your excitement overtake you.Â
Ari chuckled, folding the map and tucking it into his pocket before giving you one of his charming grins. âHoneycrisp it is, honeycrisp,â he teased, smoothing his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours before he began walking into the orchard.
A shiver of delight raced down your spine at Ariâs gentle, familiar touch and the sweet new nickname. Heâd only ever called you âdarlingâ before, and while you liked the pet name, âhoneycrispâ made you feel closer to your sugar daddy because it was meant for only you. It was something people in a real romantic relationship did, wasnât it?
Your feet stumbled a little before you fell into step beside Ari. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked up at him consideringly, wonderingânot for the first timeâwhat he thought of you. If he thought you were someone worth caring aboutâif he thought of you at all when you werenât together.Â
Your sugar daddy flashed an easy smile at you, and you couldnât help but return the gesture, even as you thought about how difficult he was to read. He was always charming and easygoing, and it made it hard to figure out what he was really thinking, let alone what he was really feeling.
You did your best to push those pondering thoughts from your mind and simply enjoy the walk through the orchard with Ari. You reminded yourself that heâd made it clear he just wanted to have fun with you, so thatâs what you were determined to do: Enjoy the warm day and pick some apples with your handsome sugar daddy.
The honeycrisp section of the orchard ended up being quite busy, with families and groups of friends forming small crowds around all the trees closest to the entrance of the field. You paused for a moment, your face falling in a small frown.
Ari mustâve seen your expression because he tugged on your hand and led you past the crowds, strolling down a long row of apple trees to go deeper into the orchard. The excited chatter of other people faded until you could barely hear them and the farm grew peaceful. Finally, you came to the edge of the orchard, and Ari pulled you to a stop at the end of a row of honeycrisp trees.Â
âWow, thatâs a lot of apples,â you said, peering up at the trees around you. They were bigger and taller than the ones youâd passed that were being picked over by the crowds. Their branches were practically bursting with ripe, red apples, the color swirling with yellow and green as it often did with that particular variety.Â
It seemed no one else had thought to escape the crowds and venture deeper into the orchard, because you couldnât hear anyone else around. It was just you, your sugar daddy and the apple trees.Â
It was so perfect you couldnât stifle the beaming grin that spread across your face.
âShould I go back for another basketâor a crate?â Ari asked, a grin in his tone.Â
When you finally tore your eyes away from the trees and their bounty, you found him staring at you, something like fondness in his gaze. It struck you that Ari had no idea why you wanted applesâyouâd never told him you liked to bake or what you planned to do with the ones you pickedâbut heâd planned the date and was offering to help you pick as many apples as you wanted.Â
A warmth started in your chest, feeling as though it were wrapping around your heart and filling you up with a dizzying amount of sunshine, until your ribs were nearly bursting with it. Your cheeks felt warm, and your face ached a little from how wide you were smiling.Â
When you realized that you were staring back at Ari with just as much, if not more, affection than was in his gaze, you tried to tamp it down, forcing yourself to scoff lightly at his question.Â
âI think one will be plenty,â you said dryly, turning back to the trees and trying to calculate how many apples would fit into the basket Ari carried. Would it be enough for the apple crisp cheesecake recipe youâd been dying to try? You decided it would have to be.Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, honeycrisp?â Ari asked softly, curling a finger beneath your chin and tipping your face to look up at him. He eased your bodies toward each other and your arms wrapped naturally around his waist.Â
It wasnât until youâd pressed your hands to Ariâs back, your hands settling against the solid muscle of him, that you even realized what you were doing. When you did, you froze, feeling a little spooked by how easy it was becoming to sink into Ariâs casual touches and return them. It felt like there was a growing intimacy between the two of you, and you didnât know quite yet how you felt about it.Â
âHoneycrisp?â you asked, latching on to the one thing you could think to say that would delay you needing to answer Ariâs question.Â
Heâd never asked you what you were thinking before. When he checked in with you, his questions were always more direct, and more specific about what you were doing. You didnât know if he really wanted to know, so you hoped a distraction might work.
Ariâs grin turned a little mischievous, like he knew what you were doing, and he wrapped his arms around you, hauling you up against his large, firm body. He ducked his head and nudged your nose with his, tickling your cheek with his beard until you laughed softly into his scruff.
âIt fits, doesnât it?â he asked in a low, rumbly voice that sent warmth dancing through your body. âYouâre sweet as honey and as delicious as an apple crisp.â He kissed your lower lip, sucking on its plumpness with a slow, deliberate drag that had you nearly moaning into his mouth.
âYeah, I like it,â you murmured when he released your lip, your voice obscenely breathy as your eyes fluttered open. You couldnât remember closing them. Being so close to Ari, having his arms around you and his lips on you, was rattling your brain a little.
âNow, darling honeycrisp, tell daddy what had you thinking so hard about those apples,â Ari rumbled, his voice sweetly coaxing as he brushed butterfly kisses along your jaw. His lips were soft and his beard was coarse, and the contrast of the sensations had you sighing softly and melting further into his arms. âUnless you donât want to tell me?â
There was a thread of uncertainty in Ariâs tone as he voiced the question, like he wasnât sure if he was pushing too hard by asking you to tell him what youâd been thinking about.Â
It was so different to how other sugar daddiesâother men in generalâhad treated you. Theyâd always demanded you tell them whatever they wanted to know, as if they had a right to every part of you.Â
But Ari wasnât like that. Heâd never been like that, and it didnât surprise you that the first time he asked something even remotely personal, he was still giving you the opportunity to sidestep the question if you didnât want to answer. It made you want to tell him all the more.
âI was thinking about what I want to bake with the apples we pick,â you answered, a smile teasing around the edges of your mouth. âAnd trying to make sure one basket would be enough.â
Ari brushed a kiss to the apple of your cheek, as if thanking you for telling him. Pulling back a bit so he could look at you, he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.
âYou like to bake?â
You felt a little shy in the moment, ducking your head under the weight of his sparkling blue eyes, and nodded. âYeah,â you said shrugging as if it was no big deal. Then, when Ari didnât reply right away, you went on, filling the silence by answering a question he hadnât asked. âI donât usually tell sugar daddiesâthe one time I did, he got weird.â
Biting your lip to stem the flow of words from your mouth, you winced. You werenât sure if Ari had known youâd had other sugar daddies before him, but it felt awkward to acknowledge the fact even if you werenât ashamed of it. Besides, something inside you rebelled against the idea of lumping Ari in with all your other sugar daddiesâhe truly wasnât like anyone else youâd been with.Â
âWeird how?â Ari asked in a tone gentler than any youâd heard him use before. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, but he didnât try to make you look at him, just stroked your skin with his thumb. The gesture was so profoundly comforting that you lay your head on his shoulder and gave a sigh of relief.Â
âOnce he knew I liked to bake, he expected me to bake for him,â you explained slowly, choosing your words carefully. âBut not just bakeâhe bought me an apron and skimpy little dresses to wear underneath it with these ridiculous heels. He wanted me to bake for him andâŚservice him.âÂ
You pressed your face into Ariâs shoulder, remembering the experience and cringing over what youâd let that man talk you into. He was a major reason you appreciated Ariâs boundaries so much. You felt safer, like things couldnât spiral out of your control, with the boundaries your sugar daddy had set in place.
After youâd answered his question, Ari stayed quiet, just holding you, his thumb stroking soothingly over the back of your neck. His big arms felt so steady around you that you couldnât help but take comfort in them, and you went on, feeling safe enough to tell Ari the rest.
âHe took all the joy out of baking,â you said in a small voice. âI stopped seeing him soon after, but he wasnât happy about it.â
Ari exhaled a sharp breath and he squeezed you in his arms, holding you tight for a long moment before he eased up a little.Â
âThank you for telling me,â he murmured, brushing a kiss to your forehead. âI would love to try your baking, but only if you wantâhell, you can come over today and use my kitchen and bake in one of my shirts if you want.â
A relieved laugh gusted out of you, and you were so glad Ari understood that it took you a moment to realize heâd invited you to his apartment.Â
Youâd never seen where he livedâand even though he paid for it, heâd never been inside your apartment either. Ari had always gotten hotel rooms, even for dates in in the city.Â
You hadnât thought much about it beyond appreciating the fact that Ari didnât act entitled to be in your space because he paid for it. But now he was inviting you to his apartment, his space, and you didnât know what to make of it.
Pulling back, you gave him a curious look.Â
âAre you sure?â
Ari leveled you with a look of his own, and though his gaze was serious, there was a hint of amusement in the curve of his mouth. âAre you sure?â he countered, his voice going low and rumbly as he went on. âIf you start baking in my kitchen wearing only my shirt, thereâs a very good chance Iâll eat more of you than whatever you make.â He raised his eyebrows, as if to drive home the lewd insinuation of his statement.Â
But despite his dirty warningâor perhaps because of itâyou only warmed to the idea of baking in Ariâs apartment. It sounded fun in a way it hadnât been with your past sugar daddy and you bounced on the balls of your feet as excitement flooded through you.Â
âDonât threaten me with a good time, daddy,â you sassed, shifting your arms to wind around Ariâs neck. You used your hold on him to keep your balance as you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek. âI already know what I want to make.â
Ari chuckled, giving you a quick kiss before pulling out his phone and telling you to pull up the recipe so that he could forward it to his assistant to make sure his apartment had everything youâd need. You did as he asked and handed his phone back to him, watching for his reaction to the recipe youâd chosen.
To your delight, Ari groaned like he was being tortured, his thumb flicking over the screen as he scrolled through the recipe to look at all the pictures.
âYouâre gonna make this?â he asked, before reading out the title, âAn Apple crisp cheesecake?â He made another agonized sound before looking to you for confirmation.
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction, knowing he was excited despite the miserable noises he was making, and nodded eagerly to answer his question.
Ari shook his head with a disbelieving look on his face and tapped out a message on his phone before pocketing it again. Then he grabbed you around the waist and hauled you against him again.
âYouâre trouble for my pants, honeycrisp,â he muttered, dropping a too-brief kiss to your lips. âFirst you make me hard enough I feel like Iâm gonna pop my zipper.â He trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck in between his words, his mouth and beard tickling your skin while you melted into his arms. âNext youâre gonna fill me up with apple crisp cheesecake until my button breaks.âÂ
You made a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan as you tipped your head to the side, giving him more access to nip and lick at your neck while you clung to his shoulders, your knees going weak from your sugar daddyâs attention.Â
âYou donât need to eat that much cheesecake, Ari,â you wheezed in between bouts of laughter, giggling harder when he nipped playfully at your ear.
âIf itâs as delicious as you, I donât know how Iâll be able to stop myself,â he flirted, kissing the spot just beneath your ear that had you shivering in his arms.Â
âAri,â you said his name on a breathy exhale, and it was a good thing his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, because you didnât have any hope of responding to his compliment. Instead, you showed him how much you appreciated it by kissing him back hard, your fingers tangling in his soft brown hair as you clung to your sugar daddy and made out in the apple orchard.
By the time Ari pulled away to let you get some air, you were breathless and happier than youâd been in a long time. To your own surprise, you felt good about opening up to Ari and telling him about your past bad experience. Heâd made you feel heard and cared for, all while giving you reason to believe heâd never do anything like that to you. He made you feel safe in a way you hadnât with any of your other sugar daddies.Â
Because of all that, you were actually excited to finally see his apartment. It felt like an important step, the beginning of something new, perhaps something deeper, and though there was an undercurrent of anxiety in your belly, you were more excited than anything else.Â
And if you werenât mistaken, Ari looked excited, too. His eyes were looking at you with affection in their depths, and his mouth was curved into a genuine smile.Â
As he grinned down at you, Ari let his hands slide down from your lower back to your ass, groping you through your dress before swatting the soft cheeks lightly.Â
âAlright, honeycrisp, these apples wonât pick themselves,â he teased good-naturedly. âAnd Iâve got a craving for some apple crisp cheesecake now.â He waggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.
But you forced a serious expression onto your face and gave him a mocking salute. âYes, sir,â you said in a deeper voice, trying to tamp down on the smile that wanted to break free.
You lost the battle when Ari gave a loud laugh, his head tipping back and the sun shining down on his golden face while he gave into your silliness. He recovered quickly, though, looking back down at you fondly as he rumbled, âThatâs âyes, daddyâ, to you, honeycrisp.â Then he slapped your ass a little harder to urge you to get a move on before he finally, reluctantly, pulled away and turned in the direction of the apple trees.
To ease some of the disappointment you both felt, Ari gave you a salacious wink that had your cheeks warming again. You couldnât even blame the September sun on the heat in your face. Your sugar daddy was just so hot, it was hardly even fair.
To distract yourself from wanting to curl up in Ariâs arms and say to hell with apple picking, you snatched up the basket heâd dropped, arching your back and popping your ass to give him a peek at your pussy, then straightened and skipped to the nearest apple tree to start picking.Â
When you chanced a glance over your shoulder, you saw Ariâs eyes were heated and staring at the way your skirt fluttered around your ass, his big hand palming his bulge in his pants. You wiggled your ass for him, turning back around to hide your laughter when his long-suffering groan met your ears.Â
But you couldnât keep your eyes off Ari and you turned your head to watch him out of the corner of your eye, catching him swiping a hand down over his face while he shook his head. Something about the gesture sent your heart pitter-pattering in your chestâwhich only got worse when Ari caught you looking and winked while he adjusted himself in his pants.
You felt giddy as you refocused on the tree in front of you, your breaths coming in soft little gasps as excitement and desire swirled in your core. It took you a long moment to gather your thoughts and remind yourself that you could not jump your sugar daddy in the middle of an apple orchard that was open to the publicâno matter how much you desperately wanted to.Â
With slightly shaking fingers, you began to pick apples, doing your best to pay attention to what you were doing and make sure you were selecting the best fruit you could find. If Ari was going to try your baking for the first time, you wanted your apple crisp cheesecake to be the best that it could possibly be.Â
Ari came to stand beside you, and though you wanted him to put his hands on you, you were happy to see him dedicate himself to the task of picking apples, even reaching up to the branches that were too high for you. In turn, you showed Ari how to check for bruises and other unwanted things in the fruit before adding them to the basket at your feet.
Between the two of you picking apples, it wasnât long before the basket was nearly overflowing, but you were having so much fun, you didnât want it to end. So when Ari asked if you still needed more, you gave him a shy smile and said just a few. You didnât want him to go get another basketâbecause, really, you didnât need that many applesâbut you didnât want the apple picking part of your date to end just yet.
Your sugar daddy seemed to understand your desire to linger because he didnât call you out on the fact that your basket could barely hold any more apples. Instead, he flashed you an indulgent grin and nodded, joining you under the apple tree where youâd been picking.Â
But rather than moving beside you, as heâd stood while youâd worked together, he came up behind you so that his chest was brushing against your back. His hands settled lightly on your waist, loosely caging you in beneath the apple tree with your body facing the trunk.Â
He ducked down so his scruffy, bearded cheek was pressed to yours and pointed to a cluster of apples just out of your reach. âWhy donât you grab one of those?â he suggested, the practiced innocence in his tone nearly making you snort with laughter.Â
You knew Ari was playing a game, you could feel it in the mischievous tension crackling in the air, and you were almost certain it would lead to some sort of naughtiness in the orchard. But your body was wound tight, and you wanted to get up to a little mischief with your sugar daddy, so you decided to play along.Â
âI canât reach, daddy,â you simpered, proving your point by reaching your hand up to show that the apples were too high up, your fingertips only barely grazing the fruit. You used the movement to deliberately push your ass back into Ariâs lap and you had to smother a giggle when you felt the hard ridge of him in his pants.
âLet me help, honeycrisp,â Ari rumbled, and though you couldnât see his grin, you knew it was there by the warmth in his voice. You bit your lip against your own wide smile.
Ariâs hand slid down your side, all the way to the back of your thigh, before he gently grabbed your leg behind your knee to lift it until your foot was planted on a low branch. Then he guided your hips deeper into his lap, where you could feel the long, stiff length of his cock wedging between your ass cheeks through your thin dress.
âCâmon, honeycrisp, reach a little bit more,â he urged, tilting your hips and bending his knees so that his hard bulge was pressed against your bare slit. Then he surged forward, lifting you just a little off the ground while he dragged the thick length of his cock against your weeping pussy.Â
You fell helplessly against the trunk of the tree, the apples forgotten as a low moan slipped past your lips. Ari teased you with his clothed cock, and your spine arched to bare more of yourself to his hard bulge. Craning your neck to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder, you gave him a desperate, pleading look.Â
âDaddy, please,â you begged on a whine, pushing back into his lap and wiggling your ass side to side to try to entice him into giving you something more. Youâd been teasing each other all day, and you were hitting a breaking point. You needed him to give you something.
Ari chuckled, burying his face in the side of your neck, his deep laughter rolling deliciously down your spine and settling between your thighs, until you were pulsing with desire. He curled around your body until he was surrounding you, your smaller form fitting perfectly within the cage of his arms.Â
He reached above you and easily plucked the apple heâd directed you to pick from the spot you hadnât been able to reach and presented it to you. At the same time, his other hand began to wander, groping your soft tits until you moaned prettily again for him.Â
âDoes it pass your inspection, darling?â he asked, urging you to focus on the apple he held in front of you.Â
Truthfully, you didnât care anymore about picking applesâyou had plenty of them in the basket at your feetâbut you did your best to look it over. You turned it over in your trembling fingers, checking for bruises and bugs. Finding it to be perfect, you nodded.Â
âYes, daddy.â
âGood girl,â Ari murmured, taking the apple from your hands and pulling away to set it on top of the pile in your basket.Â
You had to bite back a whine at the loss of him, but he was back against you a moment later, his warmth surrounding you as his arms curled around your body. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your tits, kneading them in his big, strong hands until your head fell back against his shoulder and you let out a soft whimper of need.
âNow is that enough apples, honeycrisp?â he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
âYuh huh,â you mumbled, nodding weakly as you arched your spine and pushed your chest into Ariâs hands. He rewarded you by pinching and plucking your nipples through the soft cotton of your dress, wringing a weak whine from your lips. âPlenty.âÂ
âGood,â Ari rumbled, pressing his face into the side of your neck, his mouth licking and nipping at your skin like you tasted as sweet as the fruit youâd been picking, his rough beard making you shiver in his hold. âBecause if I had to see your pretty pussy winking at me from beneath your skirt one more time while you were bending over or reaching for some apples, it was going to drive me fucking wild.â
A low moan slipped free from your lips while one of Ariâs hands skimmed down your front, sliding under the hem of your dress and cupping you between your thighs. His big hand covered your entire mound, which was sticky with your juices.Â
He growled when he felt just how wet you were, the sound reverberating down your spine and making your pussy spasm, more wetness dripping from your slit and into his palm.
âFuck,â Ari ground out through gritted teeth, his voice rough with his own barely leashed desire. âYouâre soaking wet for me, honeycrispâI gotta feel you,â he said, an urgency in his voice as he sank two fingers into your drenched hole, pulling another moan from you. His hips were grinding his bulge against your ass so hard, you could feel him throbbing. âGotta feel this tight warm cunt on my cock, âm not gonna make it back to the carâneed you now.â
âAri,â you whispered harshly, trying to sound angry, but the two syllables of his name came out dipped in desire and you felt your sugar daddy shudder against your back, his fingers working harder inside your sopping cunt, his palm making soft slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
Despite your weak protest, you rolled your head to the side on Ariâs shoulder, peering through the branches of the tree toward where youâd left the crowds of other apple pickers. They were still so distant you couldnât hear them over your soft, gasping breaths, but there was no telling when someone might stray from the others. They could stumble upon you at any moment.Â
The only protection you had from wandering eyes were the branches of the apple tree. Thankfully, they were close enough and the leaves dense enough that you couldnât see much beyond Ariâs big body, but if someone came close enough, theyâd no doubt hear you or Ari, and then youâd be caught.
âWeâre going to get arrested,â you scolded in a hushed tone before turning your head to bury your face in Ariâs beard and stifle the moan on the tip of your tongue. He hadnât stopped fucking you with his fingers and your reluctance was ebbing from your body just as surely as your desire was leaking into his hand.Â
Instead of responding to your statement with the seriousness you felt it deserved, Ari simply chuckled against your cheek and used his thumb to circle your clit, making your hips jerk into his hand, your body wordlessly begging him for more while you muffled a whine into the underside of his jaw.Â
âWeâll be fine, honeycrisp,â Ari soothed in a placating tone that made you growl like a feral kitten into his throat, so he switched tactics, his voice going low and rough. âDonât you wanna feel me, honey?â He asked, grinding his hard length into your soft ass until you mewled pathetically. âDonât you wanna drip your sweet juices all over daddyâs cock like a good girl?âÂ
It was on the tip of your tongue to give in. You knew you shouldnât. You knew there was a very real possibility that you could get caught, and it was only your fear of the potential consequences that held your words at bay. But Ari was well acquainted with the fear that held you back, and he knew exactly how to help you break through it.Â
âJust the tip,â he murmured, his voice so warm you could hear the smile in it. âJust take the tip, and stay quiet, and weâll be golden.â He nuzzled your face, his beard rasping over your soft skin and sending tingles of delight all through your body.Â
You knew it was a ploy. You knew that Ari knew that youâd never be able to settle for just the tip of his cockâafter all, you never had before. But it was easier to pretend you could settle for just the tip than to say yes to Ari fucking you in the middle of the apple orchard when there were people not too far away. It was the small step you needed to break free from your fear.
Lifting your head, you looked around. There was nothing to see except dense branches and leaves and endless apples. Ariâs body hid you entirely from sight, and you still couldnât hear anyone else close by, so if you stayed quiet, you really could get away with a quickie in the orchard.Â
A wicked smile spread across your face and you turned your head to catch Ariâs eye over your shoulder.
âJust the tip?â you asked, you voice laced with suggestion. You knew Ari was going to end up sinking much more of his cock into you, but you wanted to play along for a little bit. âPromise, daddy?â Your question was meant to sound innocent, but you couldnât help the way the corners of your lips wavered in an eager grin.
Ari chuckled and kissed the corner of your mouth, because he knew exactly what you were doing. âI promise, darlingâŚâ he said, trailing off as he pulled his fingers from your pussy with an embarrassingly wet sound that made him grin. âUnless, of course, you beg me like a good girl.âÂ
âHurry, daddy,â you cooed, wiggling your ass against Ariâs bulge, a teasing smile on your lips as you watched him over your shoulder.Â
Ariâs eyes darkened and then he was using his clean hand to fumble with his belt and fly while he swatted your pussy playfully with his drenched fingers. You gasped and twitched, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably as desperate keening sound slipped from your mouth.
At your urging, Ari wasted no time, shoving his pants open and pulling out his cock, pushing your dress up over your ass and rubbing the tip through your drenched folds. Both of you groaned, Ariâs face falling forward against your shoulder while you grabbed onto the trunk of the tree in front of you, trying to stay upright while your knees trembled.Â
Then Ari was pushing inside, the head of his cock sinking into the warmth of your pussy. The stretch of him was too delicious, and you moaned louder than was wise, but you couldnât help yourself. He felt too good.Â
âWhatâd I say about staying quiet?â Ari rumbled in your ear, right before he shoved his fingers in your mouth. The tart taste of your wetness mixed with apples burst on your tongue and you moaned again, licking wildly at his fingers to get as much of it as you could. âMm, thatâs it, clean up your mess, honeycrispâshow daddy what a good girl you can be.â
Ariâs other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady while he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, pushing into your tight hole and pulling free until the tease of it drove you wild.Â
âMm-oah, mm-oah,â you begged around Ariâs fingers, trying to push back on Ariâs stiff length and take more of him, but he held you still, forcing you to take only what he gave you. You bounced impatiently, the foot that was still lifted on one of the branches shaking it so furiously, the leaves rattled and a few apples dropped to the ground.
âOh, did you want something, honey?â Ari asked, his tone filled with mocking innocence as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You shot him a half-hearted glare over your shoulder, pouting.Â
âI need more, daddy, please,â you begged, giving him your best desperate, pleading look while you pushed back against his hold, reveling in the way he didnât let you move to take him further. âPlease split me open with your thick cock, daddyâI need it.â
Ari blew out a sharp breath. âFuck, I wanna tease you some more, but I canâtâneed you too bad, honey,â Ari rasped, squeezing your hip while his other arm wrapped loosely around the front of your throat, so the bulge of his bicep was just beneath your chin.Â
âRemember, stay quiet.â His hushed words were your only warning before Ari slammed into you, shoving every inch of his hard cock into your wet, needy cunt.Â
A scream welled up inside your chest, your mouth dropping open as it clawed its way up your throat, but at the last second before it was set free, you managed to bury your face in Ariâs bicep. Your teeth sank into his warm, golden skin and you bit your sugar daddy while you screamed into his arm.Â
His tortured groan was loud, but only because it poured directly into your ear, the sound dripping in pleasure as your inner walls squeezed his hard cock and made room for the thick length of him in the depths of your body.
Bliss consumed you, the stinging edge of Ari pushing inside you so fast and stretching you so suddenly making your body burn all the hotter. Already, your cunt was pulsing around Ariâs cock like you wanted him to stay buried inside you for a long time and you sighed happily, pulling your teeth from your sugar daddyâs arm.Â
While Ari gave you a moment to adjust, his hand kneading the plush softness of your hip, you kissed and licked at the indents your teeth had left in his skin. He chuckled, brushing a kiss against your temple, an acceptance of your wordless apology.Â
âReady, honey?â Ari asked softly, nuzzling your cheek while he rolled his hips, grinding his cock into you in a way that had you moaning again. âThis is gonna be hard and fast. I canâtâI gotta pound your pretty pussy,â he rumbled, his tone almost apologetic with the urgency in it. âGotta feel you dripping around me, squeezing me, milking me.â
His hand shifted from your hip to slip between your thighs, his fingers finding your slippery clit and rubbing the puffy pearl. He grunted when you clenched around him, his fingers stroking you harder and winding your pleasure higher while he rolled his hips, fucking you in short, sharp thrusts.
âFuck, honey, fuck,â he bit out, his breaths heavy in between every word. âTell me youâre ready for me to move.â
âPlease, yes, move,â you cried propping your chin on Ariâs bicep while your nails dug into the trunk of the tree in front of you. You used your grip to brace yourself and push back on Ariâs cock, taking him deeper with every thrust. âNeed you, daddy, please, please, please,â you babbled, your voice coming out strained with the effort to keep it quiet.
âFucking right you need meâjust like I need you,â Ari growled, pulling his hips back and slamming forward, driving into you with so much force, you could hear the soft sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. âYou have the sweetest, tightest pussy Iâve ever hadâbest fucking pussy in the world. I dream about it when Iâm not with you,â he confessed, his words rough like heâd pulled them from the depths of his soul. âDream about pumping you full of my come until your bellyâs bulging with me, honey.â
Your mind reeled at Ariâs confession even as your body sank deeper into his hold. You were still trying to catch up on processing his words but your pussy was clenching around his cock greedily, as if begging for him to come inside you already.Â
In that moment, a singular truth crystalized in your mind: Youâd been deluding yourself into thinking you didnât care for Ariâthat he didnât care for you. It was very clear that Ari did care about you, and you cared about him.
All those boundaries in your relationship, you realized youâd been the one creating them, not Ari. Ari had been patient, chipping away at the walls youâd built around yourself until heâd somehow found his way in. Heâd dreamed about you, and youâd thought he was just another sugar daddy looking to have some fun. Youâd been so wrong about him.
At the weight of your realization, you nearly collapsed against the tree, but managed to hold yourself up, sobbing with pleasure and emotion. Ari seemed to sense the shift in your mood and he slowed his movements, as if he was going to stop, but you shook your head, feeling feral with your need for him.Â
âPlease, daddy,â you cried softly, your voice hoarse with the flood of affection filling your heart. It was emphasized by the feeling of Ari inside you, surrounding you, your body cradled in his arms while he fuckd you like he wanted you to never forget the feel of him. âFill me up, make me your perfect little cumslut, daddy, just keep meâkeep me.âÂ
âAlways,â he rasped, his lips at your temple. The promise in that single word buried deep in your heart, taking root.Â
Something changed between you and Ari, and you knew he felt it too because he started fucking you faster than before, his hips snapping harder against your ass so he could push deep into your cunt with every thrust.
âFuck, honey, âm almost there, are you close?â he rasped, his tone desperate.Â
Your head bobbed in a nod.Â
âUh huh, âm close, just need a little moreâŚâ you trailed off in a whine, trying to push back on his cock and grind your clit against his stroking fingers at the same time.
Thankfully, Ari understood what you were begging for, and he rubbed you harder, his fingers relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure while he rutted into your cunt.
âCâmon, honey, come on daddyâs cock,â he rumbled in your ear, his voice deliciously deep to match his dirty words and push you closer to the edge. âBe a good little cumslut and milk my cock, make me fill your sweet pussy with all my come, honey.âÂ
You buried your face into Ariâs bicep again, your teeth sinking into his skin as you screamed your release. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body, until your limbs were trembling and your fingers were shaking against the outside of Ariâs arm, having forgotten when youâd let go of the tree to cling to him.
With a grunt, Ariâs cock twitched inside you, reacting to the sting of your bite and the merciless grasping of your inner walls around his hard length. His hips stuttered, then he started fucking into you wildly, his thrusts falling out of rhythm while he chased his own release.Â
âGood girl, honey, so good, feel so fucking good milking daddyâs cock,â he muttered, cutting off on a deep groan while his cock throbbed inside you.
Ari spilled himself deep in your cunt and you moaned weakly, pulling back from his arm and licking his golden skin to sooth the indents your teeth had left behind. He tasted like salty skin and sweet apples and you hummed in pleasure as you rode out the remainder of your release with your bodies writhing together.
After a few long moments basking in the glorious afterglow of coming together, Ari took a deep breath and shifted his arm, chuckling lowly when you whimpered at the loss of his bicep to lick and kiss. He made it up to you by turning your head and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, pouring all the affection you finally knew he felt for you into the way his mouth moved against yours.Â
When he pulled away, leaving you slightly breathless, Ari leveled you with a serious look.Â
âYou know youâre special to me, donât you, honey?â he asked, using the new pet name that you knew was shortened from âhoneycrispâ.Â
Youâd been too wrapped up in your own head to notice the way it rolled off his tongueâit was an endearment for someone Ari cared about, someone who was special to him, as he said.
Biting your kiss-swollen lower lip, feeling a little abashed that it had taken you so long to realize what Ari felt for you, you nodded. You could feel your cheeks warming, and tried to duck your head, but Ari only chuckled and caught your lips in another kiss, though it was briefer.
When heâd kissed away your anxiety, Ari set about extricating himself from you, pulling free from your body and helping you down from the tree. He quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants and then helped smooth your dress back over your hips before doing up his slacks. You turned to him, brushing his hair back from his face and warming at the way he was smiling down at you.Â
Ari had an infectious grin on his face, and you couldnât help but return it, your heart feeling warm and cozy in your chest.Â
The two of you smiled goofily as you helped right each otherâs appearances. Once youâd fixed yourselves as much as possible, Ari stooped down to pick up the basket of apples youâd picked, then grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and planting a kiss on the back of your palm before heading off back to the farm stand.
As you walked past all the crowds of people, you were certain everyone knew what you and Ari had gotten up to in the orchard, but no one stopped or stared or said anything. They were all too focused on their own friends and families and the task of apple picking to notice you and Ari, or your big, silly smiles.
At the farm stand, Ari paid for the apples, then loaded them into his Lexus before helping you into the passenger seat. He dropped a kiss to your forehead, then rounded the front of the car and slid into his own seat.
You were quiet on the drive back to the city, your mind ruminating over the beginning of your relationship with Ari. When you thought back to your first few dates, you realized youâd been the one who was hesitant to answer any personal questions from your sugar daddyâand youâd never asked any of him. Youâd also been the one to balk at the idea of either going back to his place or your apartment, leading him to get hotel rooms.Â
Ari had been the one to respect your boundaries, even as heâd tried to get to know you better. Heâd tried to ask you questions you felt comfortable answeringâit was how heâd found out you liked apple picking, because youâd chosen it as a fall-themed date. Heâd been so careful with you, it made your heart hurt a little that youâd kept him at armâs length for so long.
Turning from the scenery of the foliage fading into the cityscape of New York, you ran your eyes over Ariâs profile. His expression was easy, relaxed and open, the hint of a smile on his face. Youâd thought he just always looked like that, but you realized it was because he was with you.Â
Reaching across the center console, you scooped up Ariâs hand and laced your fingers through his before settling your joined hands on your thigh. He glanced at you, shooting you a quick smile and squeezing your fingers, before turning back to the road.
By the time the car pulled into the underground parking garage of the high-rise on the Upper West Side where Ari lived, you were resolved to try to let your guard down a little more around him. Ari had shown you he could be trusted with your heart just as much as your body, and you were determined to show him you trusted him with all of you.Â
Still, it was a little intimidating walking into his apartment for the first time, the anxiety that he was only bringing you there because he wanted something from youâsomething you didnât want to giveâwas a knot in your stomach. But then you looked at Ari and you realized heâd never do that to you. He was bringing you to his home because he wanted to, not because he wanted something from you.Â
Ariâs penthouse was warm and cozy, decorated in dark brown wood and warm golden tones, with hints of blue that reminded you of the ocean. You realized you knew Ari was a fan of the beach, because so many of the trips heâd taken you on had been close to the water. Walking into his home felt like walking into a reflection of his heart, and you didnât take that for granted.
After setting down the apples on a table next to the door and stepping out of your shoes, Ari took you on a tour of his apartment, both the upstairs and the downstairs (because it was big enough to have two floors!). He showed you every room, including his bedroom and his study, tugging you into each by your joined hands when you seemed hesitant to enter his spaces.
Ari left the kitchen for last, but the two of you lingered in the living room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. Ari wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying you lightly from side to side, almost like you were dancing.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, Ari,â you said, looking out over the city and appreciating the way the buildings and treetops were cast in the warm, yellow glow of afternoon sunshine. An errant thought crossed your mind, that you could get used to the view from Ariâs apartment. It was stunning.
âThank you, honey,â Ari murmured, dropping a kiss to the base of your throat while his arms squeezed you tighter. He buried his face in your neck, so his words were a little muffled when he said, âI always hoped youâd like it enough to want to come over again and⌠again.â
You could hear in the pause of his words where heâd stopped himself from saying something different, and you wondered over it. But you knew yourself well enough not to ask. If just walking into his apartment felt like a big step, you knew asking him what heâd meant to say might spook you a bit too much, and you didnât want that. So you just hummed in response.
Ari chuckled, like he somehow knew it was taking effort for you to be in his apartment, and he thought it was cute how difficult it was for you. His mouth trailed up your neck, effectively distracting you from your thoughts, before nipping at the edge of your jaw.Â
âWant to see the kitchen now?âÂ
Nodding so eagerly, you nearly head-butted him, you turned in his hold and looked up at him with expectant eyes. Ari gave you an affectionate smile, then grabbed your hand and led the way to the kitchen.
Heâd saved it for last, and when you stepped inside, you understood why. A gasp slipped from your lips as you took in the beautiful space. The color scheme of the apartment carried over to the kitchen, with dark brown cabinets and lighter wood countertops. There was a pop of blue in the backsplash, and all kinds of expensive gadgetry.Â
You were so busy taking everything in, it took you a moment to spot the brand-new stand mixer sitting on the counter in a color that matched the rest of the room. Beside it were some of the ingredients youâd need for the apple crisp cheesecake youâd told Ari you wanted to make and you realized his assistant mustâve already come and gone.Â
Walking over and running your fingers over the sleek mixer, tears welled up in your eyes. It took effort to blink them away, and you shook your head slightly at yourself. It seemed silly to be crying over a stand mixer, but it felt bigger than that, like it was a sign of Ari making room in his life for you. He wanted you there, he wanted to keep you, like youâd begged him to.Â
âEverything ok, honey?â Ari asked, coming to stand behind you, but not touching you, giving you some space while you processed everything youâd realized that day.
âYeah,â you said, your voice thick, no doubt giving away the emotion you were feeling. Before you could overthink it, you spun around and threw your arms around Ariâs shoulders, launching yourself at him for a tight hug. âYou bought a mixer,â you stated, as if that was explanation enough.Â
A soft laugh rumbled in Ariâs chest and he swept a hand down your spine, comforting you while a few tears leaked down your cheeks and into the collar of his denim shirt.
âWell, yeah,â he responded good-naturedly, a smile in his voice. âI did say I wanted you to want to come back, didnât I?âÂ
âUh huh,â you mumbled, laughing a little at his comment. Then you murmured, in a small voice, âThank you.â
âAnytime,â Ari said, sounding genuine.Â
For a long moment, you hugged him, and then you pulled away, swiping at your cheeks to clear away any tears or makeup.Â
âIs the offer still open to bake while wearing only your shirt?â you asked, tipping your head back to smile shyly at Ari while your fingers played with the collar of his button-up. Â
A grin spread across his face while shrugged out of the denim shirt. Then, to your surprise, he yanked his t-shirt off over his head, asking you which one you wanted.Â
You took the denim one with fumbling fingers, your eyes raking over his bare chest while warmth bloomed deep in your core. It wasnât the first time youâd seen Ari shirtless, of course, but you never got tired of looking at the expanse of his golden skin, dusted with dark brown hair that you wanted to rake your nails through.Â
Ari let you look for a moment, using your distraction to help you slip out of your dress. Then he eased your arms into the denim shirt and buttoned it up, his big hands pausing briefly to grope your soft body every few moments.Â
There was a glimmer of deep satisfaction in his blue eyes when he stepped back to look at you in his shirt.Â
âMm, you look so pretty, honey,â he rasped, taking one last look before crowding you into the counter at your back. His gaze darkened as he stared down at you, his grin turning wolfish when he rumbled, âI think I need a snack before you start baking.â
That was your only warning. You shrieked with surprised laughter when Ari hauled you back into the living room and tossed you down on one of his leather couches. Your giggles cut off abruptly in a moan when Ari descended on you, burying his face between your thighs and feasting on you like he was starving.
Your fingers twisted in Ariâs brown hair while he ate your pussy, encouraging you to scream your pleasure in the comfort of his home while he made you come against his mouth. You shattered apart with a loud cry while he fucked you with his tongue, his mouth greedily devouring your release, and the come heâd buried inside you earlier, like he hadnât eaten in days.Â
When he finally pulled away, Ariâs beard was soaked in your juices and he grinned up your body while you lay limply on the couch, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. Chuckling at the sight of you sprawled out on his couch, Ari pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking the traces of your release from your skin.
âFuck, honey, I canât get enough of you,â he rumbled, his big hands kneading your plush thighs and hips, proving his point since it seemed like he couldnât stop touching you. The blatant need and desire in his voice sent a shiver racing down your spine.
âIf you keep going, I wonât have the strength to bake,â you warned him in a breathless voice, managing to lift your head enough to give him a stern look.Â
Ari laughed into your thigh, pressing one last kiss to your skin before he raised up and gave you a wink. âCanât have that,â he quipped, grabbing your hands and helping you up off the couch. You stumbled a little, your legs weak from your orgasm, but Ari caught you easily, wrapping his arm around your waist while he led you into the kitchen.Â
Once you were propped up against the counter near the stand mixer, Ari left to retrieve the apples from the entryway. When he returned, you noticed he carried a pair of slippers that matched the ones heâd put on. Without saying a word, he set them on the floor next to your bare feet and carried on to start washing the fruit in the sink.Â
You stepped into the slippers, your heart warming when you realized they were a perfect fit. For a long moment, you stared at Ariâs bare shoulders and broad back, wondering how youâd ever kept such a thoughtful man at armâs length. Well, you decided, once again, you wouldnât be doing that anymore.Â
Turning back to the stand mixer and the ingredients, you organized everything on the counter, going to the fridge to pull out everything else youâd need.Â
To your surprise, you and Ari worked well together in the kitchen. Once he was done cleaning all the apples youâd picked, he asked what he could do next, and you put him to work peeling and coring the fruit while you worked on the other elements of the cheesecake.Â
When it came time to bake, Ari took the pan from your hands and popped it into the oven while you set a timer. Tension crackled between the two of you after the oven had snapped closed, and you came together in a flurry of limbs. Ari guided you back into the living room while he kissed you, his hands making quick work of removing all your remaining clothes.
You rode Ari to another orgasm while the sweet treat baked, the golden glow of the New York City sunset keeping the apartment awash in warm hues that made you feel cozyâlike you were home.Â
Once you were both sated, you collapsed on top of Ariâs chest, burying your face in his neck and nuzzling into his beard. You inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, vetiver and leather, with a little bit of cinnamon from baking, and melted against him. You wanted to breathe in nothing but that scent for the rest of your lifeâand you refused to let that thought scare you.
Ari pulled a flannel blanket off of the back of his couch and wrapped it around you both, your pussy keeping his cock warm while you cuddled together until the timer went off.Â
You couldnât help but laugh as you watched Ari take the baking pan out of the oven wearing only an oven mitt on his hand. You, meanwhile, stood off to the side with the flannel blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Heâd told you the blanket was highly flammable and insisted you stay clear of the oven with a stern look that made your insides go all gooey.
The two of you made out in the kitchen and made dinner while the cheesecake cooled. All the while, you kept thinking how easy it was to be with Ari, how you could see what your life would be like together. And you liked how it looked. You liked kissing him whenever you wanted and asking him about what movies he liked and what was the last book he read.
After dinner, you ate a slice of cheesecake together, and you couldnât keep your eyes off of Ariâs face, enjoying every little groan and expression of pleasure he made. It was erotic enough that you left the last bite for him, getting to your feet to walk around the table and straddle his lap.Â
He fucked you to another, blisteringly hot orgasm, and laughed only a little when you fell against his chest with an exhausted, but satisfied, sigh.Â
In a soft voice, Ari asked if youâd stay the night, and the hope in his tone made your heart warm enough that you ignored the brief flicker of anxiety the question prompted. You shushed the worry inside you and said yes.Â
Together, you cleaned up the kitchen and then Ari led you upstairs to the bedroom, pausing every few minutes to kiss you, like he wanted to remind himself you were still there.Â
He gave you some of his clothes to wear to bed and showed you where everything was in his bathroom. You couldnât help but notice that he had all of your favorite products, and a spare toothbrush for you. You smiled as you got ready for bed and slipped under the covers with him.
âDid you have a good day, honey?â Ari asked, pulling you into his body and wrapping you up in his arms. You were wearing one of his t-shirtsâa clean oneâwhile he had on a pair of boxer briefs. You hummed happily when your legs tangled together, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and tickling hair against you.Â
âMm, I had the best day, Ari,â you murmured sleepily, the comfort and warmth of his bed making it easy to let your exhaustion creep in. âKiss,â you said, turning your head and repeating the greeting Ari had given you when heâd picked you up.
Your sugar daddy chuckled, the sound rumbling down your spine and making your heart flutter with delight. Your eyes were already closed, but you could feel his smile when he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.Â
âDonât worry, honey, Iâll still be here in the morning,â he promised, his words assuaging a fear you hadnât realized youâd felt, and you sighed in contentment.
Everything had changed between you and Ari, and you couldnât help but think it was for the better. You were still a little anxious about opening yourself up to someone, especially a sugar daddy, but Ari had shown you that you could trust himâreally trust him, with all your heartâand you were determined to do just that.
âGânight, Ari,â you whispered into the pillow that smelled like him, a hint of a smile in the curve of your mouth as sleep claimed you.Â
âGood night, honey,â Ari crooned in your ear, his voice gentle and soft and oh so affectionate. âMy sweet, sweet honeycrisp.â
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Hello 𫣠A request for Thanos, I know he's a bit unhinged but I need some fluff for this man...<3
~ It's mentioned that Thanos was recruited by the businessman for the games whilst he was contemplating on a bridge. During the games, him and reader form relationship and during lights out after the mingle game, he feels comfortable with reader and starts opening up abt this etc and the reader comforts him etc...
Tysm!! âď¸đ
Of course Oml I love this, and I'm always a sucker for the sappy sadness <3 and safe to say I think everybody is loving some un-hinged thanos content <3
My beauty flower - Choi Su-bong/Thanos x reader

summary: After you have a melt down in the six leg game, and again in Mingle, Thanos remembers he never kept his promise, and opens up to you more than you'd ever thought he would.
Warnings: Talks of attempted suicide, Thanos being a sweet guy for a few moments
You went into the games just like everybody else did, unknown to the trauma and death that was ahead, desperate to go home, but even more desperate to get your money for your three youngest siblings. You were basically on your own until first lights out, whenever someone who you'd come to know as Thanos grabbed you for his team. After that he clung onto you, making sure you were always right next to him, his arm either around you, or holding onto you somehow.
As you rushed into the small bright yellow room, you slid against the wall, it was the last round, at least that's what you thought the lady said over the speaker, Thanos had sent player 125 with Nam-gyu and dragged you with him to a room. "Woo! Isn't this fun, senorita!?" he shouted excitement flowing through his voice as he turned to look at you. You were sitting with your knees to your chest shaking your head "Hey don't break on me now! We need you!" He shouted rushing over to you as the door locked "I-I can't do this anymore!" You shouted back "I-I can't" You repeated quieter, realizing he could very easily leave you out of the group on your own. "What're you talking about? You've got this, you're the best player other than thanos the great" He protested, you just shook your head, letting a sob slip as you heard the click of the lock undoing. "Y/n. Look at me. You've got this, like we talked about last game remember? Shit might seem scary, but once it's done, we're alright" He said, the speaker announcing for everybody to make their way back to the room you all slept in. "See? Another game, another day" Thanos smiled, you just huffed and took his hand to help yourself up, he kept ahold of yours as he walked out "Welcome back, my friends!! Skrrt!" He shouted as he dragged you out towards the door, Nam-gyu rushed behind you two, desperate to catch up and ask why he chose you to go with him and not him.
Dinner that night was usual, Thanos fucking with you the entire time while you tried to eat, and Nam-gyu encouraging it all. It was whenever the lights went out that something weird happened, you were in bed, almost asleep on the other side of the room from your friends, until someone slowly slid under your covers next to you "Beauty flower" You heard Thanos whisper "You awake?" He asked, ghosting a hand over your hip "Mhmm" You hummed, slowly turning around to face him "What's wrong, thanos?" you asked, grogginess still covering your voice like a warm blanket "Call me Su-bong, but don't tell anybody" He whispered, giving you a serious look before cupping your cheek "I realized..during that leg game..I promised to tell you something about me" He whispered "I never did" Smiling you shook your head "remember? You said you were a rapper?" You joked "I'm serious" he offered, finally letting his hand rest on your hip, you relaxed further onto the uncomfortable stiff mattress, scooting back a bit to get a better view of this place.
"Something about me...is...growing up I never had a lot, so I started rapping for money, built up enough..and I lost it all in a fucking crypto scam..lost everything I ever worked for in life, gone" You could feel his frustration, both through his voice, and by his tightened grip on you "did some rap battles, ya know, try and rebuild? but I uh..Uhm..I got to the big leagues in a big battle..and forgot the words right at the end..anyways..I felt like I was ruining my own life, l-like, I'd never get rid of what was ruining my life because it was me" He explained, you frowned scooting closer to him, hugging him the best you could while laying down, he returned the hug by holding you tight against his chest "So I went to a bridge..and right before I was going to jump..a man walked up to me and offered me a spot to play here..did all of that..and then I met you, beauty flower, and it made me realize, the universe just had to kick me around to realize how special you truly are" He explained letting out a sigh, like it had been preventing him to breathe until he told you.
"Su-bong..I.." He cut you off "Please don't..say anything.." He whispered pressing a soft kiss to your forehead "I'm okay now, because my beauty flower and I are gonna finish these games and win that money!!" He shouted, laughing as you were both 'shh'ed by others around you trying to sleep. You giggled quietly holding onto his shirt, his jacket most likely discarded around his bunk "Are you gonna go back to your own bed, Thanos?" You asked playfully "I told you, Su-bong, and no, I'm good here" He replied, leaving his arm around you, using his other arm to steal your pillow, replacing it with said arm so you weren't left with nothing. "Really?" you gasped, shoving him onto his back, laying your head onto his chest sighing "Really?" He mocked, resting a hand on your lower back, and resting his head on his other arm "Why do you want me to call you Su-bong?" You asked softly, you were actually confused, you couldn't understand why "I trust you, beauty flower, you make me..feel like I don't have to be a badass all the time" He explained resting his chin on the top of your head "Oh.." You whispered, going quiet "Is that okay?.." He asked nervously, pulling his hand out from under his head instantly reaching for his necklace, but you caught it before he could grab it "Yea..it's okay." You replied, before taking a moment, trying to build up your confidence to speak again "I think I love you, su-bong" You whispered, squeezing his necklace tightly, it was his turn to take your hand "Don't-..." He stopped himself, looking at his face, you could tell his was fighting himself, for a second you could feel your heart drop, that was stupid to say to him "I love you too, y/n" He finally responded, pulling you closer to him "Now..go to sleep...gotta make sure we're ready for the game tomorrow" He lectured before laying back down on his back, running his hand up and down it, trying his best to soothe you to sleep.
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rotten to the touch; luke castellan
series masterlist
wc: 3.2k
pairing: pre-tlt luke castellan x f! reader
synopsis: youâre pretty sure youâre an awful person. youâre pretty sure luke castellan is too. and youâre pretty sure you want to make out with him.
warnings: reader is flawed & not the greatest, luke is ... a little darkđŤŁ, small mention of blood, swearing, lots of making out but no explicit nsfw, a bit toxic, & no more more âi can fix himâ or âi can make him worseâ itâs âhe can make ME worseâ
notes: this is⌠sluttier than my usual stuff so itâs not as good but iâm trying, feedback is appreciated! also i wonder what cabin we think this reader would be in, let me know where youâd place her im curious :) maybe iâll write more of her in the future sheâs interesting!! and thank you for 100 followers i am so grateful<3 designated song for this fic is crush by ethel cain



You are a miserable, wicked, asshole of a person, and everybody knows it. Including you.
Itâs unclear to you why you turned out this wayâevery reason to blame never satiates the fury searing your insides. All the campers hate you. The counsellors, too. Even Chiron looks down on the viciousness inside you. You are Camp Half-Bloodâs black sheep; a mean, bitter person with no love for the people around you. And itâs not just for show. You know youâre rotten. You know the anger will never go away.
Itâs evident in the things you think about other peopleâthe way you pick them apart in your head, toss them aside, because they just donât see it. This miserable, unforgiving world, with children sleeping on wooden floors because the people who created you think you disposable. Because they can just make more of you. More, more, more, until one of you comes out rotten, born of all the ugliness they have inside them. You are the worst parts of Godly blood. The wrathful parts.
Everyone hates you. Everyone hates a person with an unquenchable anger.
But everyone loves Luke Castellan.
Heâs a saint at Camp Half-Blood if there ever was one. Handsome, generous, kind. Goes out of his way to help out the new kids and gives them homes in his cabin. Heâs the best swordsman in camp by a mile. Shit, youâd even love Luke Castellan if you didnât know any better.
But you do, and you donât, and itâs complicated, okay?
Because thereâs something you know about Luke Castellan that nobody else does: heâs miserable and wicked, too.
You see it in his eyes sometimes. The way they look at you at dinner, when youâre picking at your food away from anyone else at your table. Something familiar rises in them, and your stomach twists. His body tenses whenever someone mentions his father, but the smiles he flashes are so charismatic nobody notices. But you do. Itâs exciting.
During sword practice, he quips back and forth with the kids and laughs whenever they take a jab at him. Heâs light, easy, carefree. But you see how he holds back, the tension in his shoulder, the way the arc of his sword never fully finishes. So you wait until everybody leaves and heâs alone, with the training dummies and the setting sun. And you. Hiding.
He slashes through them and spears through their heads. You see it, the gnashing of his teeth, the sweat curling down his cheeks. Thereâs something there. A chasm heâs hopeless to fill.
Before you know it, youâre going out of your way to catch him training alone. Itâs creepy, you know, and awful, you know, but the more you watch him the more you see a sort of violence scabbed under his skin.
Whenever you see him now, the feeling you get is entirely foreign to you. Itâs almost . . . longing.
Wherever she is, youâre pretty sure Aphroditeâs having a cosmic fucking laugh. And youâre sure sheâs laughing double tonight.
The Aphrodite cabin is hosting some secret party for the older counsellors. Youâre definitely of age to be a counsellor, but youâve never been made one because that would probably make half the campers drop out. Chiron and Mr. D donât know what to do with you. Youâre sure youâll be kicked out of camp soon for good.
But youâre here anyways, for a reason you donât want to admit, and you stay tucked in a corner as the world around you mingles. Luke is on the other side of the room, lovely as always, laughing with a few other counsellors. He brings a drink up to his lips, and you have a startling thought of what it would be like to kiss him. And youâre fucked. Youâre so fucked. Because for the first time in your life you want something tangible, something real. You want to hear him and feel him and pry him apart, and a part of you wants him to actually see you, see all the awful things that might make you the same. You feel like a teenage girl with a crush, and it is infuriating.
An Aphrodite girl comes up to you with a foolish smile. âHey, sorry, you want a drink?â
âFuck off, you idiot,â you snarl.
You wait for her to leave. She doesnât. âYou know, you donât have to be so mean all the time,â she says evenly. âIf youâre here, you might as well enjoy it. So yes, I want to give you a drink.â
âHave you ever thought that Iâm not being mean? Maybe I just am.â
You glare at her. She looks you up and down. âSure,â she shrugs, walking away. Thereâs a vivid picture in your mind of her falling through a hole in the cabin floor. It doesnât soothe you, but at least the fantasy is there.
The night drones on. Youâre sick of the smells and the laughs and the heat. And youâre sick of yourself. You canât believe, underneath all your sourness, you came here to stare at a boy you barely know, and you donât even know why. Heâs fascinating, and you resent him, and heâs also beautiful. But heâs looked back at you all of three times tonight and youâre sick of the way your skin crawls when he does.
Leaving the cabin brings the relief of the cool night air, and the singularity of your body. You are the only one who feels this rage. You are the only one who hates.
To stave off your discomfort you walk around to the back of the cabin, to the crest of the hill facing the water. The stars above twinkle at you in spite. Thereâs a bitterness in your throat you want to wash down with something worse (maybe you should have taken that drink), but you know it wonât matter. Nothing matters. Those stars and whatever they hide are apparently the only important things in the universe, so why should anyone care about anything?
They stars only get brighter. Itâs probably their goal to piss you off. You grunt, âOh, fuck you,â to them. Itâs not enough, never nearly enough to expel the rotten part of you. âFuck you. Fuck off!â You groan at the sky. Nothing happens. Until:
âIâm guessing youâre not having a fun night.â
You whirl around. Itâs hard to see in the dark, but whatever light is left catches a long scar on a cheek. Your stomach knots.
âYeah, me neither,â Luke Castellan says, hands in his pockets as he meanders towards you.
Even when heâs close enough, you donât say anything. If you do, youâre afraid itâll be something ugly. Like I kind of want to make out with you. Are you awful too? I need a lobotomy.
The thoughts almost make you laugh. Been a long time since youâve been funny.
He nods at the sky. âThose things donât talk. You do know that, right?â Heâs still so captivating, so self-assured, even when thereâs no one around but you.
âGods, youâre the worst,â you scoff. You really mean it, so you canât look him in the eye.
âThen why have you been staring at me all night?â
It catches you so off-guard that you whip back to face him. He has an eyebrow raised and the itch of a smile that makes you burn with shame. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
He shrugs, leaning against the cabin wall. âIâm not stupid. Youâve been brooding in the corner watching me the second you came in.â He cocks his head to the side, adding, âActually, you stare at me all the time. At meals and stuff. I really hope you donât think youâre being subtle.â
You huff. âOkay, if weâre really being honest here, you started that! You do it too! All the time!â
His hands shot up like he was being arrested. âHey, I never said I minded it. A guyâs . . . just gotta wonder. Whatâs up with you spying on me when Iâm training alone, anyways?â
âYou have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âYou watch me when thereâs nobody else around. Iâm not blind. Itâs weird. If you want tips you can just ask me. Or if you like what youâre looking at, at least be upfront about it.â
You speak before you can take in that last sentence, or the way his smile took pride in itself when he said it, or how embarrassed you should probably feel. âYou didnât answer my question about why you started staring at me first.â
The anger (shame) blinding you made you forget how close you are to him right now. Close enough to touch, but not enough to see. But almost there. Almost.
âPeople think youâre mean,â Luke says after a moment, his dark eyes probing you. The words curl out of his mouth slowly, like heâs choosing them all with care. âYouâre rude. You never listen to anyone. You judge everything. They all think youâre awful.â Again, he looks you over. âIâm not so sure.â
âIf Iâm awful, then youâre awful,â you spit before he can say anything else.
He just shrugs. âWell, I guess thatâs why Iâm not sure.â
Itâs irritating, his calmness. He has the same anger you do. How come he can just . . . shove it down? You try to unearth any fury in his eyes, but itâs too far back. Simmering. âJesus,â you mutter, âYouâre worse than me.â
He looks genuinely taken aback by this. His scar deepens when his brows wrinkle. âWhat?â
âYouâre a pretenderâthatâs what you are.â Itâs your turn now, to step closer, to make his skin crawl. âLook at you. Everyone loves you. Youâre this perfect golden boy and youâre sweet and attentive and whatever the fuck but you know itâs one giant lie. At least Iâm honest, but you just sit pretty and act like you donât have that . . . thing that I have. Resentment. Insanity. Whatever you want to call it. Weâre the same, but Iâm the only one getting shit for it.â
Now, you are close enough to really see him. The patterns on the wood behind him frame the vision of his ever-shifting face. You realize that this, like most things are to Luke Castellan, is a challenge. You also canât remember the last time you saw him lose one.
But when you play, you play to win.
âYou donât know that,â he dares.
âOh, I do. Youâre rotten, Castellan,â you sneer, index finger jabbed into his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate. âAnd youâre not owning up to it, so youâre also a coward.â
However scathing you look, it isnât enough. If anything it only makes Lukeâs manner more playful. Nothing feels playful anymore. Everything, inside and outside of your mind, feels like constant, exhausting war. Maybe thatâs why you donât slap his hand off you when it wraps around your wrist, keeping it pressed to the middle of his chest. His heartbeat thrums through you.
He tilts his face towards you, grinning, âThen why do you want to kiss me?â
All right. What the fuck. It feels like youâve been electrocuted.
âWhat theâwhat are you talking about?â You blunder, but he knows, of course he knows, because thereâs something between the two of you that has been formed and understood by eye contact alone. He can probably read your mind. As much as you donât want to admit it, youâd like to read his just as much.
He cocks his head. âI mean, you did call me pretty,â he teases, and itâs almost endearing. âYouâre pretty like this too.â His other hand comes up to your face, and youâre surprised you donât flinch when his thumb gently smooths the crease in your eyebrows. âDonât call me a coward, heathen. Then weâll both be embarrassed.â
The nickname makes you want to fight, but the touch makes you dizzy. âYou donât want to kiss me, Luke,â you say with all the control you have, which, right now, is increasingly sparse.
âYouâve gotta stop telling people what they want,â he muses. The hand on your wrist traces further down your forearm. The one on your face snakes around your hips. âOne of your more disagreeable qualities.â
His words fan over you. That fire simmering in his eyes has finally come to the surface.
âOne of?â You challenge.
âYou let me make out with you and Iâll give you a whole list.â
You snort, hoping it hides the shortness in your breath. âWhat a charmer you are.â
His lips brush yours. âWell, thatâs what makes me so rotten, isnât it?â
Thereâs hardly time to unravel if thatâs a question or a statement because you grab a fistful of his shirt and he kisses you. Your heart detonates. It is not rotten in the slightest.
His body is warm and firm. You smell the cabin wood and the drink on his breath. It all matters, and none of it does. Youâre warm everywhere as he wraps both arms around your back, and the way he kisses is, unfortunately, exactly how you thought he would. Your hands are tentative in his hair. So is your mouth on his. But Luke is so deliberate in the way he kisses that you know heâs thought about this, too. It makes you all the warmer.
His hand takes your jaw and tilts it up. You know your neck is shaky with breath, and youâre pretty sure heâs admiring it. You donât complain when he presses a kiss to your jaw, then another one, like heâs testing the waters. âYouâre so nice like this,â he mutters almost to himself, thumb running across your neck. âIf only people could see you.â
âThen theyâd see how mean you are too, no?â You huff. âYou donât want that.â
Another kiss to your jaw. âNot yet, sweetheart.â
Whatever feeling is harbouring in your body right now, itâs so fulfilling it almost makes you uncomfortable. You want to reject it. Youâre not supposed to want things. Worse, youâre not supposed to get things. Luke starts marking a path down your neck and you are so determined to enjoy this that youâd kiss a fucking baby if someone asked you to. You might as well be a saint.
He bites the pulse point on your neck, sure to leave a mark, and a shudder rips through you. Youâre pretty sure the bastard starts laughing. You hit his shoulder in retaliation.
âEasy, heathen,â he reprimands in your ear, and you know heâs still smiling.
âDonâtâdonât call me that.â You hate that you start to smile, too, and that your stomach burgeons with butterflies when he pulls back to look at you.
He touches the corner of your upturned mouth, kiss-bitten and red. His expression is boyish. âHard to when it makes your face do that,â he goads. âI thought it was impossible for you to smile.â
âBe quiet.â You thread a hand through his camp necklace and bring him closer. You can almost taste his mouth on yours, but he sweeps past you at the last minute.
He gently tugs your earlobe with his teeth and whispers, âYes maâam.â
Fuck him. Seriously. You might have to.
Itâs a tangle of teeth and hands and smiles kept hidden, as you slip your fingertips beneath his shirt and he does the same, and youâre both angry and greedy and incredibly destructive, but it doesnât matter yet. Now youâre just teenagers fooling around at the back of a party, and itâs the first good thing either of you have had in a long time. Luke leaves you gasping whenever his mouth hits certain places, maybe too many places, and he teases you accordingly. âSo sensitive,â he taunts, pressing his knee between your legs so he can see you squirm. You rake your nails through his scalp and he tilts his head back to groan. It shuts him up for a while.
He bites your neck until you say his name. You trace lines on his stomach till he takes your hand in his own. Youâve been hungry for something your whole life, and you finally have something to sink your teeth into. For better or for worse.
After Hades knows how long, laughter floats out from the front of the cabin. Sounds of feet tripping over each other and muffled goodbyes. You pull away from Luke, chests heaving together. His hair is wild, his shirt crumpled, and he looks entirely satisfied with it. Smug little shit. âPartyâs letting out,â you mutter.
âWhat a damn shame.â His hand rubs your jaw, and itâs too tender a gesture so you angle your head away to peek over the side of the cabin. You barely pay attention to the kids straggling back to their bunks.
âIs now the time you tell me all my horrible qualities?â You ask once youâre ready to look at him again.
He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. âActually, I came up with more since I said that so Iâm pretty sure itâll take more than one night.â He fakes a wince, âMight have to spread it out for a few days.â
You roll your eyes, âOh, you ass.â
âIâll give you one for starters.â You feel like a tornado when he kisses the juncture between your jaw and your neck. âYour hands are too cold.â Theyâre tucked underneath his shirt right now, pressed against his back. You donât move them. âAnd,â he adds, âyouâre incredibly crass.â
âThanks, dipshit.â
âThank you for proving my point, heathen.â
The commotion at the front gets louder, and you know your time to go undiscovered runs short. âYou meet me again tomorrow, and I start telling you the rest?â He raises his brows.
The prospect both repulses and excites you, although perhaps theyâre hand-in-hand. You tentatively reach up to trace the scar on his face. A faint, jagged line that holds scripture within it. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. âEven though Iâm rotten?â You ask, and thereâs an echo of mischief in your voice, too.
Heâs got a strange expression when he looks at you. âThatâs not true.â
He leans down, angles his head to kiss you. Itâs slow, but bitter, and he bites down on your lip until youâre pretty sure thereâs blood. âLuke,â you murmur, and he kisses you softer. You lean into him like a hapless, lovesick fool.
After you part, he loosens his grip on you. The bumbling campers have gotten louder. He stares at you, and you see the chasm in his eyes again, brimming with fire. Same as yours. You know youâll see him tomorrow.
He says, âYouâre not rotten. Youâre right.â
And damn it, you really do believe him.
#perrieâs fics#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo x reader#pjo series#pjo tv show#luke castellan smut#pjo#heroes of olympus#charlie bushnell#i like sexy evil people making out okay.#maybe will make a part 2 to this series because iâm just so fascinated by their weird little dynamic but weâll see#i kind of hate this but WE MOVE ANYWAYS!!
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Reader is late getting home???? Worried huggy bear????
I myself, was half-asleep when I wrote this! I hope it isn't a complete mess! đŤŁ
Quinn: It's after midnight, baby. Are you okay? (12:19am)
Quinn: Hello? (12:43am)
Quinn: Missed call. (12:46am)
Quinn: Missed call. (12:52am)
Quinn: Baby, you're worrying me. Please, text me. (12:54am)
Quinn: Missed call. (12:55am)
Quinn: Baby, please, call me. (12:58am)
Pacing the living room floor, Quinn kept checking his phone, the screen never turning off as he walked back and forth, endlessly. You had gone out with some girlfriends hours ago, and had told Quinn that you would be back before midnight. However, it was nearing one o'clock in the morning and there hadn't been word from you since slightly after eleven. Always one to keep your word, he never had reason to worry until now. Quinn hated messaging you repeatedly, and even worse, all of the missed calls. He never wanted you to feel smothered or like he was keeping tabs on you. Quinn trusted you fully, and he hoped that it would still remain that way after you saw everything.Â
Unsure of what to do, other than remain pacing his apartment, Quinn decided to return to where you and your friends had gone for the evening, in hopes that maybe you were still there. Outside, it had been storming, pouring rain since dawn. He'd put on a hat and jacket before grabbing his keys from the bowl by the door. His palms were damp and his fingers trembled out of worry of what could have happened to you.Â
It was so late, no one in the building was about and it was eerily quiet. He'd enter the elevator and select the wrong floor either due to nerves or exhaustion. The parking garage would be what he had wanted, but instead, Quinn would press the ground floor button. Each floor that ticked by, another scenario would cross his mind about where you could be, and each time it would pain his heart. The doors would open, and blindly, Quinn would walk out, his mind clouded. It would take several steps before he'd realize he wasn't on the right floor. That's when he noticed something,Â
There, in one of the lobby's chairs, you were coiled up, asleep. He could have fallen to his knees in relief at the sight of you.Â
"Oh, thank god," he muttered to himself, before exhaling the deepest breath. Making short work of the gap, Quinn rushed to your side while you remained asleep. There on the floor in front of you, was your phone. Had you still been holding it, it was possible all of his phone calls could have stirred you, however, that clearly hadn't been the case.Â
"Wake up, sweetheart," he whispered, gently caressing your cheek, hoping to wake you without scaring you, "Sweetheart?"
"Hmm?" You were completely out of it when you finally came to. Blinking several times in quick succession, you'd finally realize it was Quinn who was talking to you. "Quinn? What-- what's going..on?"
He couldn't help but chuckle, "Yes, it's me. I've been wondering where you've been!"
"Wh-what do you mean?" Dropping your legs down from their tightly tucked position, you winced from the pain. "Oh, ow--!"
Quinn put his hand to your back, giving soft touches while you struggled to unfold yourself. "Take your time, you're okay," he smiled. "I was just about to come see if I could find you."
"Where's-- where's my, phone?"
"I have it, baby. It was on the floor."
You looked up at him so confused. "I fell asleep down here?"
Quinn would step in front of you and kneel down, putting his hands on your legs. His expression was so loving and caring, and trying to convey that everything was okay. He was just happy that he had found you. "Let's go home. Let's get you upstairs."
You nodded, taking his hand after he rose back to his feet. Quinn carried your clutch and phone as he wrapped his other arm around your waist, helping you steady yourself. He knew you had had a few drinks and just didn't want anything to happen to you while in his care or otherwise.
"I'm so sorry, baby," you apologized, laying your head on his shoulder once in the elevator. "I remember them dropping me off, then sitting down to fix the strap of my shoe... I guess I just somehow fell asleep. Your tone was that was shame and embarrassment, but Quinn harbored none of those feelings.Â
"I'm just glad you're safe. That's all that matters to me, alright?" He reassured, placing his lips to your temple for a long kiss.Â
"What time is it?"
"After one by now."
"One?" You whined. "Oh my gosh, Quinny! I'm sorry!"
"Shh, you're alright."
You wanted to cry! You remembered telling him you would have been home around eleven. Quinn tightened his grip on your waist slightly. His touch was warm, sending a wave of goosebumps cascading over your skin. He loved you so much; you were the most important thing in his life and he wanted nothing more than to protect you. You, however, in that moment, felt so ashamed at what you had done. You would stay quiet until he got you back inside his apartment.Â
"Safe and sound," he whispered in your ear, standing directly behind you. "Time for bed?"
Staggering slightly, you turned around to face him, your eyelids so heavy with exhaustion. "Yes, please."
Quinn smiled, "Good, I've been ready."
In one quick movement, he'd pick you up and carry you to his bedroom, your head falling against his chest. He was your white knight. He'd sit you down on the bed and you would slump forward slightly, not having him to support you.Â
"Here, let me help you," he said, kneeling again, but this time to remove your shoes. His touch was so soft and delicate, caressing every curve your body had to offer. "Can you stand for me, sweetheart?"
With his hands extended, Quinn would help get you to your feet one more time and you'd fall into him slightly. With his arms around you, he'd find the zipper of your dress and drag it down to expose your back. Every time he touched you, it was so gentle and careful. Quinn was the only guy you had been with, who treated you with such compassion and tenderness. It seemed a lost art these days.Â
From your shoulders, your dress would drop from your body and come to rest around your bare feet. You pulled him closer to you, more cold than exposed, and he was so warm.Â
"Let me go get you something to sleep in, okay?" Quinn spoke softly, nose buried in your perfumed hair.Â
"May I have one of your hoodies, please?"
He smiled, knowing just how much you loved to steal them. "Of course, baby, hold on one second okay?"
When he stepped away, you'd cross your arms across your chest to stay as warm as you could, standing there in only your underwear. The light in the room was dim and you'd kick the dress from your feet nearly tripping yourself up in the process, wobbly from the alcohol still lingering in your system.Â
"Careful, careful," he cooed, making sure you didn't fall. "Here, how about this one?"
He'd help you get the hoodie on and down over your body, his hands lingering at the hem, just below the curve of your ass. With your face in the curve of your neck, the two of you would share a laugh as Quinn wasn't always the most...handsy...type. When he was, he got embarrassed and flustered, but you thought it was always adorable.Â
"I need to take my makeup off," you mumbled, unwilling to part with him though you needed to.Â
"Do you need any help?"
"No, I'll be okay. Thank you."
"You go do that, and then we'll go to bed," he hummed, sending chills through your body. Eventually, you'd find the strength to wander off to the bathroom and remove your makeup, but after sometime, Quinn joined you, already changed out of his street clothes.
"You're beautiful," he said, coming up behind you and after you had a clean face. "You don't need all of that stuff."
His arms snaked around your waist, his lips near your ear. "I love you."
"I love you, too," you replied, hand reaching up to touch his cheek. "You're too sweet."
"Come on, beautiful, time for bed?"
"Mhm."
After one more kiss, you'd follow him back to the bedroom where he had already pulled the covers back. You'd climb across his side of the bed to clumsily snuggle down into the covers. Â
"Comfy?" He'd ask after you were settled, joining you shortly after.Â
"I have the spins," you whined, feeling the room spin now that you were laying down.Â
"Come here, baby. You'll be okay once you relax."Â
Scooting over to Quinn, you'd put your hands against his chest and try to focus on his heartbeat rather than how your head was feeling. His warmth was so comforting and his touch addictive. Quinn's fingers trailed through your hair as your eyes finally fell closed.Â
"I'm sorry about making you worry, Quinny," you whispered, fingers coiled in his shirt.Â
"None of that matters now," he said, lips nearly touching your forehead. "I'm just glad I found you. I hate to sleep alone."
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singledad! nanami having the hots for yujiâs kindergarten teacher who has the tendency to overwork herself to the bone in the name of her precious students
he gets her to unwind with him 𫣠they fuck LMAOOOLLL
Sypnosis - Read above request.
Pairing - !SingleDad Nanami x !Kindergarten Teacher Reader
Warning(s) - None besides some foul language.
Word Count - 2.6k
A/N - Hi, yes, okay, I know the request had a smut element to it, but I took a fluffy route. If you want a part two that has that smut element or an alternate version that focuses on that smut element, please send me a request and I will get to it as quickly as I can! But I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it!
! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !
ENCOUNTER 1 :Â
âThere! Heâs over there!â Yuuji says happily, his grip over your hand tightening as he points to a blonde-haired man standing in the crowd of awaiting parents. You follow his gaze, smiling kindly as the man lifts his hand in a wave, grinning at both you and Yuuji. Â
âAlright, off you go then,â you smile down at Yuuji, releasing his hand and watching as the six-year-old toddles over to his father, wrapping his arms around the taller manâs leg and smiling widely up at him. His father stands straight, waving once more to you before vanishing into the crowd.Â
ENCOUNTER 2 :Â
"Mr. Nanami, correct?" You cast a glance down at your clipboard before your gaze returns to the blonde male standing in front of you. He nods, smiling apologetically as Yuuji tugs once again on his arm, trying his hardest to get his father's attention. "You can both come inside."Â
Nanami smiles again as he walks past you, taking a seat on the too-small chairs that you had set up in the center of the classroom. His knees curl up to his chest, but he says nothing as you sit in front of him, smiling first at Yuuji before your gaze shifts to settle on him. Â
"Yuuji is an absolute pleasure to have in class. He's very helpful with others and myself, he focuses on each task he's given â he's a very gifted student," you explain, lifting up the pages on your clipboard and smiling as Yuuji's toothy grin widens, gleeful with the praise you were giving him. Â
"Is that so? I'm very glad to hear that," Nanami nods, turning then to Yuuji and placing a palm over the top of his head. The six-year-old giggles, leaning into his father's touch with a closed-eye smile. Â
You watch the interaction with a gentle smile of your own, fingers releasing their hold on the papers of your clipboard and listening as they quietly fall into place. Â
ENCOUNTER 3 :Â
"Papa, look! It's Miss (Y/N)," Yuuji bubbles happily, tugging on Nanami's pant leg and pointing in the direction that he had seen you. Curious, Nanami allows his gaze to follow Yuuji's finger â the scolding he wanted to give about pointing falling dead in his throat. Â
You're preoccupied with whatever shopping list is curled between your fingers, lips pressed firmly together in thought as you struggle to decide which brand of potato chips to buy. Nanami can't help but silently admire you from his place farther down the same aisle. His lips tug upward in a soft smile â maybe one day he would have enough courage to stride up to you.Â
ENCOUNTER 4 :Â
"Oh, hello. Did Yuuji forget something at home?" you inquire curiously, raising an eyebrow as a very disheveled Nanami straightens himself out in front of you. His fingers fiddle with his tie, trying to make it look a touch more presentable â but to no avail. Â
"I apologize for my appearance, this morning has been hectic. But yes, Yuuji accidentally left his lunchbox," Nanami answers, holding up the small metal lunchbox decorated with superhero stickers â some scratched and some brand new. Â
You smile gently at him, reaching out to take the lunchbox from his fingers. "Don't worry, we all have those mornings," you say reassuringly, chuckling gently at Nanami. He returns your smile, cheeks warming at the lingering feeling that your fingers had left behind. Â
ENCOUNTER 5 :Â Â
"Hey, isn't that Yuuji's teacher?" Gojo asks, lifting his index finger to point across the bar. Nanami's eyes follow Gojo's finger â which then widen at the sight of you mingling with a few friends, nursing a fruity cocktail in your hand. Â
Nanami hums in response, trying his hardest to return his attention to his drink, but your outfit is much too tight, pushing up exactly what needs to be pushed up and making your figure just that much more attractive. Behind his eyeglasses, his gaze roams up and down the dips and curves of your body, his lips quirking up in tune with his wandering eyes. Â
"Yeah, it is," he mutters offhandedly, lifting his glass to his lips and resting it against the skin there. Gojo smirks, lowering his finger before standing from his place at the bar. Nanami's eyebrows pinch together in curiosity, watching the snowy-haired male swagger his way across the bar â not stopping until he reaches where you stand with your friends, then throwing a slender arm over your shoulders. Â
The once loose grip Nanami had over his glass is replaced by a tight curl of his fingers, one that could surely shatter the glass should he apply the right amount of pressure. His eyes narrow in an almost predatory manner â watching as Gojo smiles at both you and the friends that had come along with you. Â
You return his smile and laugh at the cheesy jokes that he throws your way, but Nanami can see the hint of discomfort that lies behind the curl of your lips. Oh, so that was Gojo's plan.Â
Downing the rest of the whiskey in his glass, Nanami stands from his place at the bar, striding across the small space until he stands just a few inches away from you, your friends, and Gojo â the latter of whom is wearing that shit-eating grin he always wears when his plans work out just the way that he wanted them to. Â
"Oh! Mr. Nanami! I didn't expect to see you out here," you say, turning quickly to glance at the blonde as he wanders into your line of vision. Your smile, once uncomfortable and forced, was now that same smile that you flashed at him when you noticed him at dismissal. "It's nice to see you."Â
Nanami's cheeks heat, and he silently thanks the bar for being so dim, its lighting hiding the gentle pink hue that imbues over his face. "It's nice to see you as well Miss (Y/N)," Nanami nods at you, feeling himself smile as you shift an inch closer to him. Â
"Oh, would you like to join me at the bar? Your friends can as well, if they'd like," Nanami offers, shooting Gojo a pointed glare. Gojo only smirks, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. That bastard.Â
You glance to your friend, who nods encouragingly at you. You turn back to Nanami, smiling at his offer and reaching a hand out to squeeze his arm â your touch lights a small fire underneath his skin, one that he most certainly does not complain about. Â
"We'd love to, thank you."Â
ENCOUNTER 6 :Â
"Where's your father Yuuji?" Your voice is a quiet mumble, your fingers still closed around Yuuji's as the both of your gazes sift through the crowd of awaiting parents â and yet Nanami is nowhere to be seen. The pink-haired boy sinks back onto his heels, a saddened look falling over his face as he leans into your side. Â
"I don't know," he mumbles in response, his eyes already glossing over with tears. You soften, kneeling down to be at eye-level with the boy and smiling as reassuringly as you can at him. "Did he forget me?"Â
You shake your head quickly, squeezing the tiny hand that still rests in yours. Yuuji sniffles, his cheeks puffing out in an adorable pout. "No! No honey, your father did not forget you. It could just be that work is keeping him a little later."Â
Seemingly satisfied with your explanation, Yuuji nods, rubbing his free hand against his tear-filled eyes, sniffling. You smile again, squeezing his fingers before guiding him back to the entrance of your classroom. Â
He follows, sitting down at his seat and taking the coloring sheets and colored pencils that you offer him, already scribbling away at the black-and-white monkey that laid in front of him. You take the seat at his left, feeling your heart warm as Yuuji tilts the sheet towards you â a silent invite for you to color with him. Â
You take one of the colored pencils that he offers you, coloring in a small section of the page and occasionally looking up to your classroom door â where the hell was Nanami? Â
"Wait here for a moment Yuuji, I'm going to call your father, okay?" You lift a hand to ruffle the boy's hair, smiling at him before silently moving towards the chorded phone tucked into the corner of your classroom, located just behind your desk. Â
Just as you finish dialing in the now familiar number, the door to your classroom opens, revealing a disheveled Nanami. He leans quietly against the doorframe for a moment, catching his breath before Yuuji turns, smiling widely at the sight of his father. Â
"Papa!"Â
You turn from where you stand beside the phone, smiling in relief as you watch Yuuji bound up to Nanami, wrapping his little arms halfway around his father's legs. Â
"There you are. I have to admit, I was getting a little worried about you," you admit with a smile, waving to Nanami as you walk closer to the pair, watching through softened eyes as Yuuji reaches for his completed coloring page, wanting to show his father. Â
"I apologize for my lateness. I had not expected my office to keep me as late as they did," Nanami apologizes, bowing his head at you. You wave him off, then folding your fingers together in front of you. Â
"It's not an issue at all. Though you did give Yuuji quite the scare," you admit, not failing to notice the way that Nanami's smile fades for a quick moment, but returns when Yuuji lifts his coloring page up to him. Â
"Oh," he hums, turning to Yuuji and laying a palm against the youngster's head, lovingly ruffling his hair. "I apologize Yuuji, I didnât mean to frighten you."Â
"It's okay Papa! Miss (Y/N) and I colored together!" Yuuji bubbles, his eyes crinkling in a wide smile as his eyes momentarily flicker to you. "See? I made this one look like you."Â
Nanami smiles fondly, then turning to you and once again mouthing his thanks. You merely wave him off, watching with a smile of your own as Yuuji continues to explain each little character that he had colored in. Â
ENCOUNTER 7 :Â
"Good morning Miss (Y/N)!" Yuuji exclaims happily, smiling brightly up at you as Nanami leads him forward, releasing the little boy's hand as he tugs his father towards you. Â
Biting back the yawn that rises in your throat, you will yourself to smile back at your student, waving politely at him and watching through half-lidded eyes as he lets go of Nanami's hand. He opens his mouth to question you, but is immediately distracted by the call of one of his friends. Â
"Good morning Miss (Y/L/N)," Nanami bows politely at you, one that you return clumsily. His eyebrows pinch together in a mixture of curiosity and concern â you weren't acting like your regular self. Your once bubbly attitude and bright greetings were replaced now by half-assed "good morning's" and small waves that carried none of your usual warmth. Â
"Morning Mr. Nanami," you return, your smile wobbling as your eyes flicker to meet his own. It's then that he notices the exhaustion that weighs heavy on your eyelids, practically tugging them down to a point where you look as though you're about to fall asleep standing upright. Â
"Are you feeling alright this morning?"Â
"Oh yes, just tired is all," you wave off his concern, smiling once again at him before a comfortable yet uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you. "I'll be seeing you later?"Â
"Yes, have a good day," Nanami smiles at you, his heart warming when you return it â though it doesn't quite reach your eyes that way that it would normally. You wave again at him as he walks off, then turning to your awaiting students and clapping your hands once together. Â
ENCOUNTER 8 :Â
"Oh! Miss (Y/N)! My papa wanted to talk to you after school today," Yuuji mentions to you, smiling as he glances up from the worksheet that he had been previously occupied with. Your eyebrows pinch together in intrigue, glancing down at the pink-haired boy and tilting your head at him.  Â
"Alright then, I'll be waiting for him," you reply with a kind smile, then continuing your routine check on the rest of your students, being sure that none of them were struggling with the work that you had handed out. Â
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"Yuuji mentioned that you wanted to speak with me?"Â Â
Nanami swallows the growing lump in his throat, suddenly feeling oddly choked up as you stand in front of him, lifting his hand to scratch at the back of his neck. His shirt feels tighter than before, the air surrounding him is suddenly hotter than it had been previously. Â
"Yes â uhm â my apologies if I am taking up your time," Nanami begins, fiddling with his fingers and scratching at already existing hangnails, "but there is something that I wanted to ask of you."Â
You smile kindly at him, a gentle laugh falling from your parted lips â a sound that Nanami wishes that he could commit to the very depths of his memory. Â
"You're not wasting my time at all," you're quick to reassure him, your gaze momentarily flickering to Yuuji as he takes advantage of the empty classroom, organizing the books in your small-shelved library. Â
Nanami inhales deeply, holding the breath in his chest and wondering if what he was about to ask would make you view him in a different light â though he sincerely hoped that you wouldn't. Â
"I was wondering...and forgive me if this is too forward...if you would like to join me for coffee sometime this weekend?" His voice is dangerously quiet, a light shake to his voice as the fear of being rejected finally sinks into his bones â maybe he shouldnât have said anything at all. Â
Your laughter dies down, fading completely as you stare at Nanami â you certainly hadn't expected him to ask you that. Â
Just as Nanami opens his mouth to apologize again, you cut him off. Â
"I'd love to."Â
With cheeks dusted pink and a smile that could only be compared to a lovesick fool, Nanami glances up at you, feeling his chest warm at the sight of your dimpled cheeks and crinkled eyes. Â
< ... >Â
"So that's how you and Papa fell in love?" Yuuji tilts his head curiously, biting back his yawn as he nestles further into his comforters. You smile gently at him, reaching a hand out to affectionately ruffle his hair, threading your fingers through his pink locks. Â
"That's exactly how Papa and I fell in love. He took me for coffee that very weekend, and the rest is history," you recall with a lovesick smile plastered onto your face. Yuuji smiles sleepily, a sight that you mentally commit to memory. Â
"I'm happy you and Papa met," Yuuji whispers adorably, yawning again before his heavy eyes finally flutter shut, exhaustion taking over him. You smile again, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against his forehead before you stand from his bed.Â
You turn your head, jumping at the sight of Nanami standing in the doorframe to Yuuji's bedroom, leaning against it with crossed arms and a gentle smile on his face. "How long were you there for?" Your voice is almost accusatory as you walk into your husband's arms, resting your own around his neck and tracing your fingernails along his nape. Â
"Long enough to hear you retell that story for â what â the eighty-fifth time?" Nanami perks an eyebrow at you, leaning down to slot his lips against yours. You hum against his mouth, tugging him a bit closer and biting playfully at his bottom lip. Â
He pulls away after a moment, the tip of his nose affectionately brushing against your own, his large hands squeezing playfully at your waist. Â
"And every time I tell it, you hang off of my every word, don't you?"Â Â
Nanami smiles, his lips ghosting over your own as he tugs you impossibly closer, your chest pressed flush against his own. Â
"That I do."Â
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lifting love | caleb x reader
synopsis: a little fluff of you and caleb at the gym, he helps you lift but notice your gaze on his muscles wink wink
a/n: i would like to be recognized as âcalebâs muscles loverâ bc i canât stop thinking about them. need to be in a headlock. i hope he comes home to me & everyone pulling! this is my first time writing so i hope you can vision what im writing. thank you for reading!
wc: 608 words

the gym filled with the hum of treadmills and the shifting of weights, but your attention was laser-focused on him. caleb. your boyfriend, with his broad shoulders and toned arms, was midway through a set of curls. his biceps flexed with each repetition, just enough to make your heart skip a beat. you loved going to the gym with your boyfriend, you wanted to be strong like him for missions. after months of going to the gym, you didnât feel like you saw much progress but the view of your boyfriend was worth all the weightlifting and soreness.
âam I doing this right?â you teased, attempting to mimic his form with your 10-pound dumbbells. your exaggerated pose made him chuckle. a deep, warm sound that sent butterflies fluttering through your chest. âperfect form, princessâ he replied with a wink, setting his weights down and stepping behind you. âbut let me help ya.â
he adjusted your posture, his large hands brushing against your arms as he gently guided them. the warmth of his touch, coupled with the firmness of his grip, made you momentarily forget what you were doing. your grip faltered, and the weight in your left hand tilted awkwardly, throwing you off balance. âwhoa!â you gasped.
but momentarily, his hands were on your waist, steadying you with ease. âeasy there, pipsqueak,â he said, his voice filled with affection. he smirked as he held you, now not letting you go.
your cheeks flushed hot. âi.. wasnât distractedâ you mumbled, you avoided eye contact with him through the gym mirror.
âof course not,â he teased, hiding a grin. âItâs not like someone was staring too hard or anything.â he continues to tease. you glared and pout at him playfully, his grin finally shows. âcome on, letâs try again,â he said, his tone softer now. âi got you, i promise.â he gives you a reassuring smile.
with his encouragement, you finished the set without another mishap, though your heart raced every time he leaned closer to correct your form. when you were done, he faced you to meet your eyes, his expression warm and playful.
âgood job, princessâ he said, before giving you a kiss on the forehead. he extends his hand out to you, offering a high five. But when you went to slap it, he grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you closer.
âyou know,â he said, lowering his voice so only you could hear, âi donât mind when you stare. In factâŚâ he flexed his arm dramatically, the muscle tightening under his skin. âi do it for you.â
you tried to roll your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away. âyouâre so full of yourself.â you reply chuckling.
âand yet, youâre always looking,â he teased, leaning in closer.
âmaybe because itâs worth looking at,â you shot back, smirking as you turned the tables. His eyes widened for a moment, caught off guard, and then his face broke into a boyish grin.
âalright, alright, you win,â he said, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. âbut let me prove Iâm more than just muscles. how about some ice cream? my treat.â
he slung his gym bag and yours over his shoulder, but before you could follow, he reached out and ruffled your hair. âyouâre strong too, you know,â he said softly, his tone suddenly more serious. âi see the effort you put in, and itâs one of the things i love about you.â
your heart swelled at his words, and you couldnât help but lean into him as the two of you left the gym together. muscles were great, but the way he supported you? that was what you loved most.
a/n: i may have written something cute but i still want to lick peanut butter off his muscles 𫣠thank you for reading! đЎ
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The Hiatus Beard
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Dean grows a beard during your much needed R&R, and it does things to you.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: SMUT!(18+ONLY), swearing, Dean's beard đ
AN: I thought I'd release a little something before the first part of my series: The Arrangement, this Friday. Scruffy Dean/Jensen is just đ¤đť and does things to me. So enjoy this little one shot that got away from me đŤŁ
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For as long as youâd known Dean, heâd always been a minimalist.
Whether that was with his cut-and-dry humour, his âkill first, ask questions laterâ attitude on a case, or his appearance. The way he dressedâa simple jeans and t-shirt combo with a flannel thrown over. And then there was his hair, short, neat, a quick run-through with some gel, and he was done.
And it had always been the same with his face. Clean-shaven, jaw sharp, lips unobscured. He had a routine. No scruff, no fuzz, just Dean as he always had been. Until now.
The moment the world stopped burning for a minute, when the fight against Michael had finally ended, Dean had agreed to take a break.
A real break.
You and him up at Rufusâs cabin, away from the bunker, away from the weight of saving everyone. Sam had all but shoved you both out the door, telling Dean to let himself breathe for once.
And maybe that was what made it happen. Because, for the first time in forever, Dean let go. He let himself sleep in. He let himself do nothing. He even let himself grow a beard.
It had started as stubble, nothing unusual, just a sign of taking a day off from shaving. But then a day turned into a week, and the neat, smooth skin youâd grown used to gave way to something rougher, wilder. A thick layer of golden-brown scruff covered his jaw, making him look different.
It shouldnât have been that big of a deal. It was just facial hair. And yetâŚ
You couldnât stop staring at him.
Dean with a beard did something to you, something primal, something that made heat coil low in your stomach every time you looked at him.
Maybe it was the contrast, the way it softened him but somehow made him look rougher all at once. Maybe it was how it made him look even more like the hunter he was, like the kind of man who could haul you over his shoulder and take what he wanted. Maybe it was because it was just so damn new.
And then there was the way he felt when he kissed you. The scratch of his beard against your lips, the roughness dragging along your skin in a way that made your breath stutter. Every kiss was different now, leaving a burn that lingered, that reminded you hours later that heâd been there. That heâd touched you. And it only made your mind wander furtherâhow would it feel against your throat? Down your stomach? Between your legs?
The thought had haunted you for days, simmering under your skin, making it harder and harder to focus on anything else.
Whatever it was, it had you in a chokehold.
It didnât help that Dean seemed utterly oblivious to it. He wasnât doing it to be sexy. If anything, it was the opposite. The man had taken to walking around the cabin in old sweats and a stretched-out Led Zeppelin t-shirt, scratching at his beard like he was still getting used to it, completely unaware of what it was doing to you.
Until he noticed.
It was one night after dinner, sitting by the fire, both of you with beers in hand. Dean leaned back, stretching, and his eyes caught yours. You must have been staringâagainâbecause his lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.
âAlright, what gives?â His voice was low, rougher with the rasp of relaxation. âYouâve been looking at me weird for days.â
You blinked, feeling heat crawl up your neck. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Dean chuckled, setting his beer down. âOh, sweetheart, you definitely do.â He rubbed a hand over his jaw, the sound of fingers over scruff making your stomach tighten. âItâs the beard, isnât it?â
You swallowed. âMaybe.â
Deanâs smirk deepened. He shifted forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he levelled you with a gaze that made your breath hitch. âYou like it?â
You could have played coy. Could have brushed it off, made a joke. But screw it. You were tired of pretending.
âYeah,â you admitted, voice quieter than you meant it to be. âI do.â
Deanâs eyes darkened just a bit, his smirk flickering into something else. Something hotter. âThat so?â
You nodded, fingers tightening around your beer bottle. âYeah.â
Dean didnât say anything for a second, just let the weight of the moment settle. Then, slowly, he leaned in, eyes locked onto yours.
âWhat have you been thinking about?â
Deanâs voice was a low murmur, rough and coaxing, but there was something dangerous curled beneath itâsomething that sent a shiver racing down your spine. His gaze was locked onto you, sharp and unrelenting, like he was already inside your head, already picking apart every filthy thought youâd had about him.
Your breath hitched. You could lie. You could change the subject. But what was the point? Heâd see through it. He always did.
Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, pulse hammering like a war drum in your chest. âIâve been wondering how it would feel.â
Deanâs brows lifted slightly, intrigue flickering through the storm in his eyes. âWhere?â
Your stomach clenched, heat pooling low, so heavy it made your thighs press together involuntarily. âBetween my legs.â
Everything in the room shiftedâthickened. The air became stifling, charged, the space between you crackling with something untamed.
For a beat, he didnât move. He just stared, breathing slow and deep, jaw clenched tight like he was barely restraining himself. And thenâ
He snapped.
In an instant, Dean was on you.
His mouth crashed against yours, rough and claiming, his beard scraping deliciously against your soft skin. His kiss was brutal, messy, all tongue and teeth, like he couldnât get enough, like he needed to taste you, to consume you.
His hands gripped at you, dragging you against him, pressing your body into the hard lines of his own. You could feel himâall of himâthick and aching beneath his jeans, grinding against the heat of your core.
A whimper spilled from your lips, and that soundâit did something to him. A guttural groan tore from his chest as he wrenched his mouth from yours, only to drag it along your jaw, your neck, his teeth scraping, his scruff burning against your skin in a way that made you tremble.
âYou wanna feel it, sweetheart?â His voice was a rasp, breath hot against your throat as he nipped at your pulse, making you gasp. âThen let me give you exactly what youâve been thinking about.â
Before you could respond, he was hauling you up into his arms like you weighed nothing, moving with purpose, raw determination burning in his gaze as he carried you to the bedroom.
Dean didnât waste time. He laid you out on the bed, broad shoulders squared, chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths as his eyes dragged over youâhungry, dark, wild.
And then, with agonising patience, he began undressing you. Deliberately.
He peeled away your top first, taking his time, letting his fingers linger on newly exposed skin before his mouth followed. Every inch of you was tasted, kissed, suckedâhis beard scraping, the contrast of soft lips and rough scruff making your body writhe beneath him. He worked his way down, his mouth hot and open over your ribs, your stomach, the curve of your hips.
By the time he reached your jeans, you were a trembling mess, already lightheaded from the way he touched you, the way he took his time like he was savouring you.
But when he finally stripped you bare, something in him snapped again.
His hands slid up your legs, fingers pressing into your skin with a bruising grip, parting you for him. His breath hitched as he took you in, eyes darkening to something animalistic, something primal.
âJesus.â His voice was low, almost reverent, but there was nothing holy in the way he looked at you.
Then he was moving, surging forward, his mouth hot and wet as he kissed up your legsâstarting at your ankle, his beard scraping along your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs digging in as he worked his way higher, pressing kisses, nipping at soft flesh, untilâ
He reached where you needed him most.
The first swipe of his tongue was slow, deliberateâa teaseâbut the effect was devastating. Your back arched, a breathless moan escaping you, and that sound shattered what little control he had left.
Dean growled, deep and low, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. Then he dived in.
There was nothing gentle about it. He devoured you.
His tongue was relentless, flicking, curling, pressing deep as his scruff burned against the delicate skin of your thighs. The rough drag of his beard was intoxicating, every pass sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He gripped your hips hard, holding you in place, refusing to let you squirm away from the onslaught of sensation.
When your thighs clenched around his head, he groaned, the sound filthy, desperate. âFuck, babyâgive me that.â His voice was a growl, muffled against your slick heat, and then he buried himself deeper, sucking your clit into his mouth, his beard scraping in the best, most deliciously punishing way.
You shattered.
Your orgasm crashed through you, white-hot and endless, and he didnât stopânot when you cried out, not when your fingers yanked at his hair, not when your body shook from overstimulation. He just held you tighter, kept licking, sucking, fucking you with his tongue, dragging it out until you were wrecked beneath him.
Only when you were trembling, spent, did he finally pull back, his lips glistening, his breath ragged as he gazed down at youâhis work of art.
And you knew, with just that look, he was nowhere near to being done with you.

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pairing: bf! mingi x gf! reader x roommate! yunho
genre: smut
summary: thereâs something irresistible about your boyfriendâs roommate.
w.c: 3k
warnings: established poly relationship, switch! mingi + reader, dom! yunho, lots of perverted activities going on (panty sniffing for oneâŚ), voyeurism/exhibitionism, mxm, mostly pet names + praise <33, glasses kink idk i really like glasses if you couldnât tell,, a tiny amount of false praise/name calling, kissing (including a three way kiss đŤŁ), manhandling, instruction giving, masturbation, oral (receiving), cum eating/swapping, cockwarming, dp in one hole, brief tit play, bulge kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampies
a/n: DONâT YOU LOOK AT ME đŤľđź i had to write this okayyy it was the only way to quell the brainworms uwu esp after that dance challenge yuyu posted ohmygodohmfhwwh and migiii GRRRRRRRR BARK anyways, iâll return to my enclosure now đ if you enjoyed plz lemme know~~
song rec: kiss & tell by ethan low + gen neo
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It only took a week of dating your boyfriend to know that he had a special relationship with his roommate. The both of them could deny it all they wanted, but you werenât blind. You didnât even mind it, either â in fact, it intrigued you. The more the merrier, after all. Now that you had just moved in with them, you expected to see it first hand, but you would come to realize that there was a lot more to the story â and you were a major part of it.Â
âAll we did was jerk off together, Y/N, it was one time, maybe twoâŚâ Mingi explained to you over the sound of running water, as if that even helped his case, handing you the plastic plate he had just washed.Â
âRiiight, and I only scissored my bestie once or twice, right after the group orgy,â you replied sarcastically, wiping the dish with a rag and putting it back into your shared cabinet.Â
Mingi almost dropped your favorite cat mug into the sink. âY-you didnât tell me you were into group sex.âÂ
You quickly took the mug from his grasp, holding it to your chest. âI was just joking, Min, so that you could see how silly you sound.â You reached up to caress his cheek with your cold hand, making him shiver. âWho cares if youâre attracted to your roommate. You know I donât mind.âÂ
Mingiâs eyebrows screwed upwards, looking down at you with wide eyes. âB-but, heâs a dude.âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
He bit into his plump lip. âHeâs got a dick.âÂ
You nodded your head. âEven better.âÂ
Mingi turned off the sink. âHeâs my best friend, Y/NâŚâÂ
âI donât see why thatâs a problem, Min. You canât control who you like.âÂ
âI-i donât like him!â your boyfriend protested weakly, his rosy cheeks betraying him.Â
You sighed, accepting defeat for now. âOkay, baby, I hear you.âÂ
Mingi suddenly cornered you against the sink, his hands on each side of the counter. He towered over you. âWhy are you so interested in Yunho, huh? Do you want him?â
Now that the tables had turned, it was your turn to blush. âWh-what?âÂ
Mingi slowly pressed himself into you, his body warm against yours. He was hard. You could feel it. âYou heard me.â He leaned down to whisper, âYou want to fuck my roommate, donât you, baby?âÂ
Just then, the front door opened, a set of heavy footsteps making their way through the corridor until the very roommate you were speaking of appeared in the kitchen. âItâs raining cats and dogs out there,â Yunho chuckled softly, pulling his heavy black coat off, along with his foggy glasses, before shaking his head like a dog, his dirty blond bangs sticking to his forehead.Â
Mingi had positioned you in front of him to conceal his boner, trying his best to look casual with his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. âI told you to bring an umbrella, dumbass.âÂ
Yunho dropped his stuff down onto the kitchen counter, tugging at the thin white turtleneck he was wearing, the soaked material rolling up his waist. It had been soaked through, leaving little to the imagination. The both of you gulped audibly from where you stood. âYouâre right, like always, Min.â Humming, Yunho used the loose material of his sweatpants to wipe his glasses clean, putting them back on, his gaze softening at the sight of his two favorite people. âSilly me.âÂ
âYouâre going to catch a cold like that,â you whined, trying not to focus on the way his top clung to the ridges of his abs, or how his heavy sweatpants began to fall slightly from his hips. âYou should take a shower, Yunho.â Â
You werenât the only one sizing him up, though Mingi wasnât quite as capable of being subtle, instead biting straight into his lip, his deep-set eyes scanning lower until he could see the prominent outline of the very cock he was just talking about a few minutes ago. âYeah, Yun. Youâre soakedâŚâÂ
Yunhoâs eyes formed half moons. His roommate and girlfriend were just too cute. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the living daylights out of the both of you, preferably in front of the other. Yunho couldnât even keep track of the amount of times heâs jerked off to the thought of what youâd both act like when he was turning one of you out. He wondered which one of you would cry from being fucked full of cum, who could throat his cock the best, whose hole was the tightest, the list went on. These days, heâs even gone as far as to steal your panties, or Mingiâs boxers out of the laundry basket, just to wrap them around his dick and jerk himself off inside your shared room when the both of you were at work. And, as soon as he brought the soiled undergarments to his nose and inhaled your pretty scent, he blew his load all over your bed, like clockwork. Then, he almost always slipped in the hallway on the way to throw your blankets into the wash. It was getting bad.
He observed the splotches of water that had soaked into your own top and Mingiâs shirt alike, his lips curling up into a small smirk. âLooks like the both of you are wet too. Maybe we could all use a shower.âÂ
âM-maybe,â you choked out, worried your cover was blown by how flustered you looked.Â
âYou can go first though, bro,â Mingi finished for you, just about finishing in his pants from the thought of showering alongside Yunho, with you in between them.Â
Yunho simply ran his long fingers through his wet hair, letting out a small sigh. âYour loss.â And with that, he made his way down the dark hallway to the bathroom.Â
You didnât even have to say anything for Mingi to know where your head was at, not when his other one poked into your abdomen when you turned around to face him. âMinâŚâ you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âBed, yeah,â Mingi breathed out, lifting you up from the floor and carrying you down the same hallway to your bedroom, the one that just so happened to share a wall with the bathroom.Â
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Beads of water slipped past the edge of Yunhoâs tensing jaw, dripping past his contracting abdomen, and collecting inside the palm of his hand, aiding him in the pursuit of getting off, jerking himself off to the sound of Mingi piping you down. He could always tell when his best friend was about to cum; Mingiâs breath would get caught inside his dry throat and his words would start to come out jumbled. You were similar in that aspect, growing breathless, except you would always voice your desperation, that is, until all you could do was whine just before your insides were painted white. Knowing you were coming undone together in such proximity to Yunho made him so dizzy, he had to squeeze around the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming too soon. However, it was far too late, already letting out a sudden groan, leaving a few hefty splatters of cum on himself and the shower wall. Seeing white dots around his vision when he blinked, Yunho fought to catch his breath, pressing his cheek to the cool shower wall.
âHavenât had enough, baby? Bet you need Yunho inside you next. Isnât that right?â he heard Mingi ask you, finding it hard to swallow. Was he hearing right?Â
âYeah, I need him, Min, pleaseââ you whined from underneath him, your thighs starting to tremble from being so close.Â
âAsk him, princess,â Mingi cooed inside your ear, too drunk on lust to truly consider how his actions could backfire, bringing one sweat-covered arm to knock his fist into the wall, his hips smacking relentlessly into yours. âHeâs right there.âÂ
Yunho jumped at the sensation of Mingi knocking through the wall, reaching over his body to turn the shower water off, his heart thumping loudly inside his chest. Finally, it was his time.
âY-Yun, please, come here..!â Yunho heard your muffled plea, and that was all it took for him to burst through your door, a small, useless towel clinging desperately to his hips, gazing at the both of you with hunger in his hazy eyes.
âY-you actually came.â Mingi swallowed hard, his thrusts growing sloppy, about to climb off of you, but staying while when Yunho slowly shook his head in disapproval.Â
âI did. Now, youâre going to cum for me,â Yunho told him in a low voice, slowly climbing onto the bed, reaching down to run his fingers along his arm, leaving light, feathered touches over your collarbone next, sending a shiver through the both of you. He licked at his lips. âYouâll let me see, wonât you?âÂ
Neither you nor your boyfriend needed to have a discussion about the budding development of your relationship with Yunho. It just felt right. You immediately hooked your thighs around his waist, Mingi responding by pounding eagerly into your cunt until the both of you began to cry out.Â
Yunho hovered behind Mingi, his wandering fingers closing around his friendâs waist, controlling the rate of Mingiâs strokes until he began to shudder, Yunhoâs leaking cock rubbing along the otherâs heated skin. He chuckled softly at the sound of Mingiâs whimpers, holding him still. âYouâre cumming, arenât you, Min? Inside your pretty girlfriend?âÂ
A bit of drool leaking from his lips, Mingi nodded weakly, as though his head was too heavy to lift, letting Yunho push his hips further and locking him in place, coating your pulsing walls with his seed. âF-fuck, Iâm filling her up, Yun, it wonât stopâŚâ
Humming in approval, Yunho gently coaxed Mingi to the side to access your body next, grabbing ahold of your nearest thigh and lifting it up and out of the way. âWhat do we have here? Mmm, no protection, huh?â He observed closely as his roommateâs load began to leak out past your fluttering hole. âI didnât know your girlfriend liked it raw, Min.â He smiled perversely at Mingi, suddenly lifting your hips up in the air until you were folded in half like a paper doll, blowing a bit of air onto your cunt just to see you squirm. âDo you like having your little used pussy eaten too, baby?âÂ
âY-yes, Yuyu,â you gasped, not used to having your ankles near your head like this, your filled hole on full display. It was so embarrassing, being looked at by your boyfriend and his roommate like they were going to eat you alive, but you couldnât help but want more of their attention. You reached up, spreading yourself open, feeling Yunhoâs heavy breaths against your skin. âHurry, before it all spills outâŚâÂ
Groaning, Yunho dipped his tongue in between your slick lips, licking a long stripe up to your swollen clit with his tongue laid flat, languidly gathering up your combined arousal, repeating this action over and over, earning moan after wanton moan from you. Yunho opened his eyes to see how Mingi had positioned himself behind you, sitting on the opposite side of him, Mingiâs ringed fingers groping at your tits. They eventually shared heated eye contact, both growing harder at the mere sight of one another.Â
âHow does she taste?â Mingiâs voice is gravelly, low, and dripping with lust. âTell me, Yun.âÂ
âLike heaven,â Yunho sighs out onto your hot skin, tonguing at your wet hole and pushing the tip inside. It slips out when you tighten up around it, but Yunho doesnât give up, forcing it back in, much to your approval, flicking it in and out, in and out, until his chin is soaked with your arousal. He couldnât help but chuckle with delight, licking his lips clean. âYour princess is making a mess.âÂ
Mingi couldnât help but run the pad of his thumb over his twitching cock head, spreading the abundant pre-cum along the rest of his length. âKeep going, and sheâll make an even bigger oneâŚâ Â
Taking that as a challenge, Yunho dove back in, with even more enthusiastic drags of his tongue this time around, aggressively guiding your hips to his favor.Â
You tossed your head back, broken moans and expletives falling from your lips. You instinctively reached out, wanting to hold onto something: Yunhoâs shaggy hair, your boyfriend, the warm sheets, or something, anything, when Mingi took hold of your wrists and held you still, his fingers slowly moving down to interlace with yours. âOh my godâfuck, pleaseâŚ!âÂ
âYes, thatâs it, baby,â Mingi encouraged softly, giving your hands a gentle squeeze or two. âThatâs my girl, being so good for usâŚâ
Yunhoâs hum vibrated through your lower half, his nose only bumping into your clit one more time, before a spray of arousal hit his moving tongue. It wasnât until he could hear your juices splatter down onto his bare skin and the bed that his eyes rolled underneath his fluttering eyelids. âOh my godâŚâ He was so dizzy with lust, he was going to bust at any second, if he wasnât careful. Just then, he noticed Mingi pulling you up into his arms, your back to his chest. He watched Mingi tilt your head until your lips met, throbbing at the sight of his tongue disappearing into your mouth.Â
With Mingiâs arm snaking around your middle, his hand cupping your sensitive cunt and his tongue down your throat, you opened your eyes to gaze at Yunhoâs lips. Wanting to taste yourself, you lazily broke the kiss with Mingi, pulling Yunho closer to you, so close that you could still see drops of your arousal stuck to his glasses. âI taste like heaven, huh?âÂ
âMm-hmâŚâ Yunho pressed in closer, sandwiching you in between him and your boyfriend, his hands moving downwards to explore the closest expanse of skin, whether it was yours or Mingiâs. âIâll show you.âÂ
Yunhoâs tongue slid into your mouth before you had a chance to properly taste his lips, letting you taste your warm arousal instead. Just then, Mingi lifted your hips up and back down onto his stiff cock, not even moving, just wanting to feel the way you stretched open to accommodate him. It felt so good, he couldnât help but throb, eyes shutting tight from the pleasure, immediately kissing back when your lips were back on his. You turned your head slightly to kiss each of them, your boyfriend and roommate taking turns swallowing each and every moan you let out, that is, until your lips and tongues met in the middle.Â
Soon, you pulled away to take a much needed breath, unable to catch it, especially now that you realized the two men didnât seem to stop like you did, instead tilting their heads in opposite directions to deepen the kiss, drool dripping along their chins. They both gripped your hips from either side, mutually guiding them up and down, just as Mingi began to thrust up into you, Yunhoâs cock rubbing along your clit at the same time. Once your cunt squeezed around Mingiâs cock, he knocked his head back, forcing the string of saliva that connected their lips to break apart. âFuck, babyâ princess, youâre squeezing so tightâŚfeels so goodâŚâÂ
âIs she? I bet sheâll squeeze even harder with me inside,â Yunho panted near your ear, his head spinning, swearing all the blood in his body had traveled to his heavy cock.Â
âWhat are you waiting for? Give it to me..!â you gasped out, unable to control the volume of your voice, not when Mingi was slamming into you like a short-circuiting sex machine.
âGive it to her, Yun,â Mingi encouraged raspily, lifting your body up and lowering you back down, feeling your cunt slowly stretch open to fit the both of them inside and swallow them up completely. Once Yunho bucked his hips up, Mingi joined suit, their slick cocks rubbing along one another so quick, they would occasionally slip out, though they simply pushed back in and fucked you harder than before. âOh, thatâs itâŚoh, godâŚâ
âIâm gonnaânnnngh,â Yunho cut his announcement off with a moan, gritting his teeth tight, pumping what seemed to be an endless load into your already used pussy. âFuck, it really wonât stopâŚIâm gonna knock up your girlfriend, MinâŚâÂ
Just when you thought you would pass out, Mingi wrapped his arms tight around your middle, his hands laid flat against your stomach, swearing he could feel his roommateâs cock underneath the pads of his fingers. âWhatâs mine is yours,â Mingi sighed out, pulling out for a moment, just to force himself back in, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your womb. Panting heavily, your boyfriendâs hands slid down along your abdomen, only having to pinch and rub at your clit for a moment, before you completely unraveled in between their heaving bodies.Â
Yunho pulled his glasses off, tossing them onto the bed. âYou really mean that, Min?â he asked, leaning in closer. Not only did he have free rein with his roommateâs pretty little girlfriend, but Mingi seemed to be up for grabs as well. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. âDoes that include you?âÂ
Mingi scoffed, his cheeks hot to the touch, hoping Yunho couldnât feel how hard he just got. âNow, letâs not get carried away.âÂ
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I have an idea for a request :) đ sorry if this is long but what if hamzah did one of the solo out of character podcasts and then he invited y/n but then the sexual/romantic tension between them so they stop filming to do other stuff (can be the deed if you want to take a smut route or just making out or being cuddly for a fluffy route!) or maybe 𫣠they forget about the camera and accidentally capture stuff on camera
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hamzah x reader smut
contains : smut, oral sex (both giving and receiving), no p in v, use of y/n, cursing, sort of exhibition (they record themselves but donât post it), munch!hamzah
a/n : I LOVE THIS SM, munch!hamzah is my new favorite thing to write, iâm obsessed. anon youâre literally a genius. thank you so much for the support on all of my hamzah posts, i love you alllll
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Hamzah and I had been friends for a couple of years. Both of us had YouTube channels and lived near one another so we would hang often. There was an obvious connection between us, but Hamzah nor I were bold enough to point it out. The two of us simply enjoyed dancing around the face that we obviously had mutual feelings for one another.
I sat on my couch, editing my latest video when I felt my phone buzz beside me. I picked it up, reading âhamzahâ spread across my screen and a .5 picture Iâd taken of him. I swiped right to answer the call.
âHello?â
âHey Y/n. Are you busy?â
I shook my head as if he could see me, âNo, whatâs up?â
âWell, Martin is busy today and canât record for our podcast, so I was wondering if youâd want to come record with me. Like a âspecial guestâ type thing?â
I thought for a moment. I hadnât seen him in a while just because the two of us had busy, and viewers loved it when we made content together. We actually got shipped a lot, but Hamzah always ignored it, and I never brought it up. Part of me was glad that even the fans noticed that there was something between us.
âYeah, why not? That sounds fun, when do you want me to come over?â
Hamzah took a beat before answering. âYou could come over now, and afterwards we could order dinner or something, yeah? Youâll have to come to Martinâs apartment because thatâs where we film, itâs not too far from mine. Iâll send you the address.â
âIâm on my way, see ya in a second.â
âThanks, y/n, drive safe.â He hung up.
My heart fluttered at his last comment.
I went to my room and quickly put on something sort of presentable. The star of my outfit was none other then a small denim miniskirt.
The drive to Martinâs house was only about ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I was way more excited about spending time was Hamzah than I shouldâve been.
Once I arrived at the apartment, I knocked on the door. I was greeted immediately by Hamzah. I couldnât help but noticed as he looked me up and down once heâd opened the door, a small grin on his lips.
âHey!â He said, pulling me into a hug. It surprised me a bit but Hamzah was always very affectionate with me, even as a friend. Heâd play with strands of my hair on late nights after filming when weâd sit and talk about pretty much anything, and would always grab my hand when leading me places.
âHiâ I smiled into his shoulder right before he let go.
âI have everything get up in here.â Like clockwork, he took my hand and led me through Martinâs apartment. I looked around, seeing the scenes that had made appearances in many of Hamzah and Martinâs videos.
âSoâŚâ He sat down on the couch, motioning for me to sit to his right, âitâs going to real casual, just like it is with Martin. I might ask you a couple questions about your channel, if you want me to.â
I shrugged, âIâm fine with anything, just happy I could help you out.â
Hamzah smiled, handing me Martinâs microphone and looking at the camera. âWell, are you ready?â
I nodded, and he got up and began recording.
âYou gotta just sit here for a second awkwardly while the intro music plays.â
A few seconds went by as we tried not to laugh at the silence. I couldnât help but notice how his eyes flicked down to my thighs, exposed by my mini skirt, every few seconds.
âHey guys, today Iâm here with someone who is not Martin.â
Hamzah motioned to me. I lifted my hand and gave the camera small wave.
âHi there, Iâm y/n.â
âMartin decided to skip recording today to go roller skating with Mandy.â
I giggled, âWell, I think they sort of trapped you into recording without them so you wouldnât third wheel them for once.â
Hamzah rolled his eyes. We went on and on, talking about how much better I am at rolling skating than Hamzah is, how ice skating isnât real and itâs all just an illusion because neither of us can even stand up on the ice, and after about 40 minutes, somehow the topic of none other than Ice Spice.
âMunch is an absolute banger, but Iâve never met a dude that actually enjoyed eating it.â
Hamzah furrowed his eyebrows, âAre you serious?â
âYeah,â I went on, âlike most of them do it but they donât like it, which makes it awkward. Like Iâm yet to meet a dude that actually gets pleasure out of it too.â
There was a slight pause in the conversation, and I was scared I had made him uncomfortable.
âYouâre talking to one right now.â
My cheeks flushed as his comment sunk it. I couldnât respond, no words would come out of my mouth.
âSorry,â he looked at me worried, âI totally just made it awkward.â
âNah,â I shook my head, desperately. My heart thumped as I looked back at him. Maybe I wasnât delusional about our obvious connection. Why in the world would he make a comment like that if he didnât mean it in a flirty manner? âitâs okay, really.â
I couldnât get the thought out of my head. Hamzahâs mouth on my heat, suckling on it like it was his last meal, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I bit my lip. The way he was looking at me showed that he was possibly imagining it too.
He shifted on the couch, looking at me desperately.
âI could show you, if you want.â
I nodded dumbly.
âPlease.â
Hamzah leaned in, slowly pressing his lips onto mine. He slowly worked his mouth on mine, growing more and more passionate.
His mouth moved down my body, trailing down my neck. He paused, slipping my shirt and skirt off my body and taking a moment to stare at my breasts.
âGod, youâre so beautiful, you know that?â Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. âI was so distracted, I couldnât stop staring at you.â
He rubbed my thighs, looking down at them. Itâs like he was mesmerized. âThese thighs are so pretty. I couldnât stop imagining them spread for me.â
Hamzahâs boldness surprised me, but I couldnât say that I didnât enjoy his praises. No matter how lewd they were.
âCan I take these off?â He curled his index finger into the band of my panties.
âYesâ I breathed out, shyly.
Hamzah chuckled to himself, âYouâre so cute.â
He pulled my panties off of me, spreading my legs and looking down at my aching heat. Leaning down, he slowly kissed my core. I whimpered at the feeling.
âTell me you want it.â
I bit my lip, looking down at him with pleading eyes. âI want it. I want it so fucking bad, Hamzah.â
Without further discussion, he dove down into my aching heat, swirling his tounge through the folds. I took his hat of his head with shaky hands and ran my fingers through his curls.
He looked up at me for a moment.
âDo you feel good?â He said quickly, wasting no time to get back to his meal.
âYes! Yes! So good.â I moaned, my legs involuntarily closing in on his head. His hands held them back in place, spread wide for him to have the fullest access.
âYou taste so damn good.â He groaned out. It was entertaining, watching how much he genuinely enjoyed this. He moved his mouth like it was his last meal. Iâd never felt this much pleasure just from being eaten out, and it was so sweet.
My brain felt all fuzzy from the way his tounge worked through the folds of my heat perfectly, finding all of the sensitive places and causing my legs to shake under his hold.
âFuck- Iâm gonna cum.â I threw my head back, pure pleasure filling my head as I let out breathy moans.
âGo ahead, cum for me. Cum in my mouth, baby.â
I let myself release on his tounge, my body writhing against his working mouth.
After a few seconds, he pulled away, looking up at me with hopeful eyes, almost like heâd expected me to have had a bad experience.
I didnât. I had the complete opposite; I couldnât stop thinking about Hamzahâs tounge.
âFucking wow.â Is all I could manage to get out.
âWas it good?â He asked.
âMore than good. That was⌠can I please return the favor?â
Hamzah was quick to shake his head, âYou really donât have to. I know most girls donât like to, and I donât expect anything in return.â
I genuinely couldnât let myself live knowing that I didnât repay Hamzah back after he had me seeing stars.
âNo, please, I really want to.â
I couldnât lie, Iâd imagined Hamzahâs cock plenty of times. Iâd wondered how big it was, what it looked like, how it would feel in my mouth, what he was like in bed, pretty much everything. But now that I might finally get it, I felt more giddy than ever.
Hamzah slowly nodded, âAlright, go ahead.â
I reached down to his jeans, unbuttoning them as he helped me pull them off his legs, followed by his boxers. His member slapped his stomach, and it surprised me just how hard he was solely from eating out.
It was⌠big to say the least.
I slowly bottomed him out in my mouth, gagging slightly. He groaned, keeping his eyes on me. I bobbed my head, feeling him hit the back of my throat over and over again.
âFuck, y/n, just like that.â
I continued these motions, occasionally pulling him out of my mouth and leaving small kitten licks on the tip. He was fighting the urge to throw his head back into the sofa, continuing to keep his eyes glued to me. He breathed out shaky praises to me.
âYouâre so good at this, fuck. I- Iâm gonna cum.â
âCum in my mouth⌠please.â I begged, sucking his faster.
He moaned before filling my mouth with his loud. I swallowed it all before taking him out of my mouth, looking up at him shyly.
âFuck⌠that was amazing.â
I giggled as we looked at each other for a few moments. It was crazy, the very things Iâd been fantasizing about coming true, all because of a podcast episode.
Fuck. A podcast episode.
My eyes darted over to the recording camera, my cheeks flushing. Hamzah was still looking at me, almost in a hypnotic state.
âHamzahâŚâ I tried to grab his attention, he hummed in response. âThe cameraâŚâ
His eyes widened as he looked over, coming to the same realization that I had.
âFuck- sorry.â He got up, pulling his boxers on and walking over to the camera. âIâm deleting all the footage. You can check afterwards if you want. Recording us really wasnât my intention.â
He was panicking, his fingers fumbling with the cameras buttons.
âHamzah⌠relax. Itâs okay. You- nevermind.â
Hamzah looks over to me, his eyebrows raised in amusement. âI what?â
âYou can keep the recording if you want.â It felt so lewd to say, but I meant it. It was sort of hot, knowing he had that footage of us and could watch it anytime.
He smirked, looking down at the camera and nodding. âAlright⌠I will.â
I blushed, âNow can we get that food that you promised me?â
Hamzah chuckled, grabbing his phone.
It was strange, a couple of seconds ago we were performing such lewd acts for a camera weâd forgot was recording, and now we were arguing about whether we should get chinese or mexican take out.
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hi!!! wanted to req a poly! marauders x reader where the reader has never had anything inside before so like first time fingering if thatâs okay 𫣠totally okay if not, love your work!!!! <3
Hi my sweetheart Iâm so sorry I held onto this for sooooooo long but thank you for requesting I love you ! And thanks to @mareagirls for helping me out when I was struggling with the choreography haha <33
cw: smut mdni, fingering, inexperienced reader
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠837 words
Sirius, you think, is treating this all very casually. Heâs lying on his stomach between your bent knees, legs kicking idly behind him while he circles your entrance with a finger.Â
âBaby.â He looks up at you. âCould you stop being so nervous? I cut my nails for you.âÂ
âIâm fine,â you say, a bit affronted.Â
Remus chuckles. His two fingers move over your clit in rhythmic, dedicated passes.Â
âYouâre all tensed up, sweetheart,â James clues you in. Heâs lying on your other side with one arm cushioning your head. Itâs almost like you could be going to sleep, except one of your boyfriends is tormenting your clit while the other attempts the breaking and entering of your cunt.Â
âNot breaking,â Sirius had said when you made that joke earlier, looking at you in horror. âItâs going to be fun, not torture, you freak.âÂ
Jamesâ other hand goes to your side. He gives you a little squeeze, and you gasp, ticklish. âSee?â he asks.Â
âJamie,â Remus scolds, but heâs smiling. With his free hand he rubs the underside of your thigh, trying to calm you back down. âYou donât need to worry, dove. Weâll start slow, and we can stop anytime you want, yeah?âÂ
âI just donât know how itâs going to feel,â you fret, shifting on the mattress to get comfortable again.Â
âThe pointâs to find out, isnât it?â Sirius is looking at you like he really wants to know. He holds up his index finger as though to exhibit it. âIâm only going in with the one at first, and slow like Rem said,â he vows. âIt shouldnât hurt.âÂ
âDefinitely say if it hurts,â James agrees.Â
You chew your lip, nodding. Siriusâ expression softens.Â
âJust tell me if you donât like it,â he says earnestly. âSay stop and Iâll stop, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â you say.Â
âGood girl,â Remus praises, leaning sideways to kiss the top of your knee. His skillful fingers never stutter.
Sirius makes a soft sound of agreement, and then he slips one finger into your entrance.Â
Youâre prepared to be shocked, but heâs right; itâs not a substantial intrusion. You almost donât know itâs there at first, until he swirls it around experimentally and a little âohâ stumbles out of you. Your hips shift.Â
âYeah?â James noses at your cheek, smile audible in his voice. âNot so bad, huh?â
âNo,â you agree breathily.Â
Sirius grins below you, planting a big kiss on the inside of your thigh. âThatâs my girl. Youâre so tight, sweetheart, fuck,â he groans, wriggling his finger against your gummy walls. âAnd your little cunt is so pretty. Next time we should do this with a mirror.âÂ
âOne step at a time,â Remus tells him mildly. But when you push your hips upwards, he obliges you, increasing his pressure on your clit.Â
âSâthat good, honey?â Jamesâ lips are warm and soft against the column of your throat, teeth barely there as he suckles at your skin. âDo you like having Pads inside you?âÂ
âYeah,â you answer him again, voice pitching slightly when Sirius slips another finger inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut.Â
âShh.â James presses a gentle kiss over the mark heâs left. âYouâre okay, sweet girl.â His murmurings, sweet and lovely and too quiet for you to understand, trail down your chest until he finds something he likes. His arm slides from beneath your head, hand finding your shoulder and resting there with a soothing weight.Â
You know patience isnât in Siriusâ nature, so you appreciate the restraint heâs using with you now. His fingers sponge in and out of you at an easy pace, shallow and careful. When you find it in yourself to open your eyes, heâs watching you from beneath his lashes, using your expression as his guide while he works you open.Â
You moan when James sucks hard at a spot on the underside of your tit.Â
âDonât bruise her,â says Remus, still sour from the mark thatâs yet to fade on his left pectoral.Â
âSorry.â James pulls his mouth from your tit, smiling at you sheepishly. âIs it okay if I leave you a pretty little mark, my angel?âÂ
âNo kissing up to get what you want, either,â Remus grumbles, but you nod, and James goes back to what he was doing, albeit more gently.Â
âYouâre doing so good.â Sirius is leaning his cheek against your thigh now, seemingly lost in his own sort of trance. The weight tips your leg outward so that Remus has to grab your knee to keep him propped up. âSo good for me, baby. Now,â his eyes gleam, and you know the look of it well enough to be both excited and a little bit nervous, âhow would you like to try the feel of something else inside?âÂ
âOh,â you say, caught offguard. âUm, I donât think Iâm ready forâŚâÂ
âI meant my tongue, sweetness.âÂ
âHey!â James pulls his lips from you with a wet suctioning sound. âNo fair, youâve had your turn already! I want to go.â
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Hi! Iâm a big fan of your fics! I wanted to put in an angst/hurt/comfort request because Iâm a sucker for angsty fics. So with Bangchan (or Changbin, Iâll let you pick, gosh I love them both) the reader has been getting weird cryptic messages from their ex and itâs turning into some serious stalker behavior. So one night as theyâre walking home they can tell theyâre being followed and they call Chan or Binnie to come pick them up. And thereâs like mild confrontation but of course it always ends with comfort đŤŁ
Calling you clingy



BangChan x Reader
Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Suspense
Warnings: Mentions of stalking, verbal altercation, jealousy, swearing, mild violence, fluff ending
a/n: I hope you donât mind I included this in my âcalling you clingy seriesâ!! I really like how this came out so please reblogs are really appreciated <3 (also thank you for appreciating my fics đĽš)
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You never thought your life could spiral into something out of a thriller movie. It started innocuously enoughâtexts from your ex, cryptic but seemingly harmless. A âhope youâre doing wellâ here, a âjust saw this and thought of youâ there. You blocked the number, not giving it a second thought.
But the messages didnât stop.
They got worse.
âYou think heâs better than me? Heâs not. He doesnât deserve you.â
âI saw you walking home yesterday. Looked coldâdonât forget your scarf next time.â
âWeâre not over, Y/N. We never will be.â
Each time, they came from a different number. And each time, the messages left a pit in your stomach.
It was getting harder to ignore, and you couldnât keep this from Chan anymore. When you finally worked up the courage to show him, you thought heâd take it seriously. You thought heâd help you feel safe.
You were wrong.
âI donât get it!â Chan snapped, pacing back and forth in the small living room. His voice was sharp, his hands gesturing wildly as if the physical act of moving could help him make sense of things. âWhy donât you just block him?â
âI already did!â Your voice cracked with frustration. âEvery time I block him, he just finds another number, another way to contact me!â
âWell, maybe youâre giving him a reason to think he can keep trying!â The words came out harsher than Chan intended, but he didnât take them back.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Your tone was defensive now, your blood boiling.
Chan threw his hands up in exasperation. âI donât know, Y/N! You tell me! Did you say something? Do something? Give him a reason to think thereâs still a chance?â
Tears pricked your eyes, the sting of his accusation making your chest tighten. âAre you seriously blaming me for this?â
âWhy are you even talking to me about it?â Chanâs voice rose, his frustration spilling over into anger. âMaybe you like the attention!â
You froze, his words hitting you like a slap to the face.
âExcuse me?â you whispered, your voice trembling with hurt.
Chan didnât stop. His own insecuritiesâhis jealousy, his stress, his need to control the uncontrollableâtook over. âYouâre always so clingy anyway! Maybe thatâs why he canât let go!â
The room fell silent.
Your wide eyes searched his face for any sign of regret, but all you saw was the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders rose and fell with every labored breath.
âClingy,â you repeated, your voice hollow.
Before Chan could say another word, you turned, grabbing your coat and storming out of the apartment.
The cold air hit you like a wall, but it did little to cool the heat of your anger. Chanâs words echoed in your mind, each repetition cutting deeper.
Clingy. Maybe you like the attention.
You walked aimlessly, your feet carrying you far from the apartment. The city lights blurred in your vision, and the once-crowded streets felt eerily quiet.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Without thinking, you pulled it out, expecting an apology from Chan.
It wasnât him.
âStill think youâre safe? Youâre not. He wonât protect you.â
Your heart skipped a beat, the weight of dread settling in your stomach.
âYou can run, Y/N, but you canât hide. Iâll always find you.â
You stopped walking, your breath hitching as you glanced around. The streetlights above flickered, and for the first time, you noticed how empty the street was.
The sound of footsteps echoed behind you.
Panic surged through your veins. Your hands trembled as you dialed Chanâs number, your fingers fumbling over the screen.
âPlease pick up,â you whispered, your eyes darting around for any sign of movement.
The footsteps grew louder.
âHello?â Chanâs voice came through the line, tight with tension.
âChan, I think someoneâs following me,â you blurted out, your voice barely above a whisper.
The line was silent for a split second before Chan spoke, his tone immediately shifting to one of urgency. âWhere are you?â
You rattled off your location, unable to keep the tremor out of your voice.
âIâm coming. Stay on the line. Donât hang up.â
You nodded, even though he couldnât see you. âChan, Iâm scared.â
âI know, baby,â he said softly. âJust keep talking to me. Iâll be there soon.â
By the time Chanâs car screeched to a halt at the curb, you were standing under a flickering streetlight, your phone clutched tightly in your hand.
The shadowy figure that had been trailing you lingered in the distance, but as soon as Chan stepped out of the car, the person darted into the darkness.
Chan ran to you, his eyes scanning your face and body for any signs of harm. âAre you okay? Did they hurt you?â
You shook your head, the tears youâd been holding back finally spilling over. âI donât know what to do, Chan. He wonât stop.â
Chan pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe. âIâm here now. Heâs not going to touch you. I promise.â
As he held you, his mind raced. He couldnât let this go on.
The next morning, Chan woke with a new resolve. While you were still asleep, he contacted a private investigator he trusted. He needed to find out who this person was and put a stop to it for good.
That afternoon, while you sat curled up on the couch in Chanâs hoodie, trying to calm the storm of emotions in your chest, he entered the room with a determined expression. He knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his.
âY/N,â he started softly, his voice a mix of guilt and resolve. âI called someoneâa private investigator. Theyâre going to help us figure out who this is, where theyâre coming from, and how to stop them. I wonât let this continue.â
Your eyes widened. âChan, are you sure? That sounds⌠expensive. And I donât want you to feel like you have to fix thisââ
âI want to,â he interrupted firmly. âI have to. I let you down yesterday. I let my jealousy and stress get in the way of being there for you, and I canât forgive myself for that.â His voice broke slightly, but he steadied himself. âThis isnât about me. Itâs about keeping you safe.â
Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were from relief, not fear. âThank you,â you whispered, throwing your arms around his neck.
Chan held you close, his lips brushing against your temple. âWeâre going to get through this together.â
Over the next few days, the investigator worked quickly, piecing together details from the messages. You provided everything you had: screenshots, numbers, the few times youâd caught glimpses of someone following you. Chan stayed by your side through it all, refusing to leave you alone even for a moment.
The tension between you two eased slightly, though guilt lingered in his eyes whenever he thought about his harsh words during the argument. Every night, he held you close, whispering reassurances that he wouldnât let anything happen to you.
Finally, the investigator called with a breakthrough.
âYouâre not going to believe this,â the investigator said, his voice serious over the phone.
Chan put the call on speaker so you could hear. âWhat did you find?â he asked, gripping your hand tightly.
âYour ex wasnât working alone,â the man said. âWe traced the latest numbers back to a burner phone, and security footage from a nearby electronics store showed him purchasing it⌠with a friend.â
Your blood ran cold. âA friend?â
âYeah. Someone who knows your daily routine. Someone whoâs close to you.â
Chan stiffened. âWhat do you mean?â
The investigator hesitated. âI mean, this isnât just a stalker situation. Your ex had help from someone whoâs been feeding him information about you.â
Your mind raced, replaying every interaction youâd had over the past few months. A coworker? A neighbor? Someone from your social circle?
Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.
âLena,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Chan frowned. âYour friend Lena?â
âSheâs not just a friend,â you explained, your hands trembling. âWe used to be really close. But after I started dating you, she got⌠weird. Jealous, maybe? Sheâd always talk about how she missed how things used to be before you.â
Chanâs jaw tightened. âAre you saying sheâs been helping your ex?â
âIt makes sense,â you said, your voice cracking. âShe always knew where Iâd be. Sheâs the only one who would know my new number after I changed it.â
The realization left you both stunned.
Later that night, Chanâs phone buzzed with another call from the investigator.
âWeâve confirmed it,â he said. âLenaâs been in contact with your ex for months. She was the one who gave him your work address, your new number, and even the times youâd be walking home alone.â
Anger flared in Chanâs chest, and he stood abruptly, pacing the room. âWhat the hell is wrong with her? Why would she do this?â
âShe was bitter,â the investigator replied. âShe felt replaced, like youâd abandoned her for your new relationship. She saw your ex as someone who felt the same wayâsomeone who wanted to âtake backâ what heâd lost.â
You sank into the couch, overwhelmed by the betrayal. âI canât believe this. She pretended to care about me this whole time.â
Chan crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. âSheâs not going to hurt you anymore,â he said firmly. âNeither of them are.â
The next day, Chan worked with the investigator to ensure that the police were involved. Lena and your ex were both taken into custody, thanks to the overwhelming evidence collected against them.
When the police informed you that your ex had admitted to planning to confront you the night Chan came to pick you up, your blood ran cold.
But Chan was there, holding your hand through it all, his unwavering presence grounding you.
âYouâre safe now,â he reminded you, his voice steady. âTheyâre not going to hurt you again.â
As the weeks passed, life slowly returned to normal. The weight on your shoulders lightened, and the constant fear that had gripped you finally loosened its hold.
One night, as you sat curled up on the couch with Chan, you finally voiced the question that had been lingering in your mind.
âDo you think Iâm clingy?â you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
Chan froze, then turned to you with wide eyes. âWhat?â
âBack then,â you continued. âWhen you said I was clingyââ
âI didnât mean it,â he interrupted quickly, his voice filled with regret. âI was stressed and angry and jealous, and I took it out on you. But it wasnât true, Y/N. None of it was.â
He cupped your face in his hands, his gaze earnest. âYouâre not clingy. Youâre loving and thoughtful and everything I could ever ask for. And Iâm so, so sorry I made you feel like you were anything less than perfect.â
Tears welled up in your eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief. âI love you, Chan.â
âI love you too,â he whispered, pulling you into his arms.
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Your New Hobby Pt. 2 - Sylus x reader
Summary: Sylus makes you an interesting offer after catching you reading a smutty fanfic. Do you accept? Content: MDNI, explicit smut, questionable use of evol, teasing, fingering, oral, reader and Sylus are dating, Toji (JJK) mention (1.6k wc) A/N: This was inspired by a ~sexy~ audio I listened to a while ago 𫣠Part 2 to this requested by @xcalkenf
<<back

It feels like your brain is buffering. Youâre lying frozen in bed, clutching your phone tightly in your hand. The mobile game you were playing before has been quickly forgotten. Surely you misheard him.
 âCan you repeat that?â
Sylus looks at you with unabashed amusement written all over his face. Still wrapped in a towel, he leans against the bathroom door awaiting your answer. âYou heard me.â
Alarms begin to sound in your mind as your heart rate accelerates. âHow much did you see?â you ask warily.
âIâve seen enough to know that you are a very naughty kitten.â Sylus pauses before continuing. âTell me, does reading that filth turn you on?â
Feeling like a cat with their hackles raised, you reply âAnd what if it does? Are you jealous of a fanfic?â
Sylus chuckles lowly, sending a thrilling chill down your spine. âNo need to bring out your claws kitten. I wanted toâŚoffer my services to you while you read,â he murmured as he stalks towards the foot of the bed.
âPerhaps it will make your reading experience more enjoyable.â
Your core clenches at his suggestion. This isnât how you expected this to go. But you really hope you arenât dreaming right now. Trying to tamp down your excitement, you ask âAnd why would you do that?â
Sylusâ eyelids are lowered as lust clouds his eyes. âDo I need a reason for wanting to pleasure you?â
Damn, heâs got you there.
You bite your bottom lip as you pretend to contemplate his offer. If the reader in the fanfics you devour was in this situation, would they turn down this proposition?
Absolutely fucking not.
With that settled in your mind, you answer, âI accept your offer.â
âSo polite,â Sylus teases as he walks to your side and bends down to give you a forehead kiss.
âWhy donât you go back to laying on your stomach while you read then? Iâll take care of the rest.â
Feeling jittery, you roll over and grab your phone. Since you were jump scared in the middle of the reader getting railed, you scroll back up to the beginning of the chapter to start over.
The scenes leading up to the smut are tension filled. You are easily sucked in by the cat and mouse game the reader and Toji are playing. And there is something about Tojiâs confidence (arrogance) that draws you in.
The author writes his character so well. And their ability to inject humor, heartbreak, sexual tension and frustration flawlessly into their story is a treat.
After blazing through multiple paragraphs, you almost forget about Sylusâ offer. But you are reminded when you feel the bed dip as he gets on it. Deciding to focus on the story for the time being, you ignore him for now.
Coincidentally, when the story transitions into the steamy scenes you feel Sylusâ warm hands massage the back of your upper thighs. You let out a pleased sigh as he loosens up the tension that you hold there.
You were already turned on from reading earlier, but now with Sylusâ hands on you, youâre soaking wet.
Slowly, he slides your pajama shorts down your legs, and you lift up your hips so he can take them off. Since you opted not to wear underwear tonight, your bottom half is completely exposed now.
You feel him press soft kisses into the back of each thigh. You canât help but squirm, distracted from your fanfic once again when he begins to gently knead your ass cheeks.
Before you can attempt to refocus, you feel the familiar sensation of his evol wrap around your body. Your breath hitches in your throat as the black and red tendrils lift your hips up and hold them in place. While your hips are suspended in the air, Sylus slips a pillow beneath your pelvis.
He lowers your hips back down and dissipates his evol, leaving your bottom half propped up comfortably on a plush pillow. The various memories of being in this position flash through your mind as you lay there.
âIs this a comfortable reading position for you?â he asks softly.
âThis works,â you say breathily as you try to find the last sentence you read. But it is so difficult because you are on edge awaiting Sylusâ next move. Luckily, you donât have to wait long.
You arenât able to read five words before Sylus is spreading your thighs to position himself between them. Once settled, he licks between your slick folds.
Your muscles involuntarily constrict around nothing as you let out a whimper of his name.
You hear Sylusâ muffled encouragement. âConcentrate sweetie,â before he begins to lap up the juices that have accumulated at your slit. You try to do as he says but your body and mind are at war. The sensation from his insistent tongue is wreaking havoc on your ability to comprehend the text on your phone screen.
But somehow, you are able to go on reading.
You let out a delicate mewl as the action picks up in the fanfic and Sylus delves his tongue into your dripping opening. You clench around the wet muscle when you hear him let out a satisfied groan.
The onslaught of pleasure makes your vision swim. Before long, you feel a tightness in your tummy, and you start pushing your hips back towards his face. You are getting close.
You consider abandoning all hope of reading the fanfic when Sylus removes his tongue from your pussy and inserts one of his long fingers in its place. You whine from the stretch to accommodate his long digit. He starts off with a gentle rhythm while he takes in the mess heâs made of you.
âHow far along are you in the chapter sweetie?â
You open your mouth to answer him, but high-pitched keen leaves it instead when he sinks a second finger into your sopping hole. Shakily, you wake up your phone to see that you have a quarter of the chapter left to read.
âI am close to the end. Why?â you ask weakly.
âLetâs make a deal. I will continue to pleasure you, but you are not allowed to âfinishâ until you reach the end of the chapter. How does that sound?â
You whine as you feel your walls grip his fingers. âThatâs not fair, I can barely concentrate when youâre doing t-this.â
âOn the contrary, I think it sounds very fair. And end for an end,â he says sensually.
âBut I-â
âYes or no kitten,â he interrupts you swiftly.
âYes.â
After hearing your answer, Sylus removes his fingers from your pussy and has you roll over onto your back. Before you can blink, the black and red mist of his evol is being used to hold up your phone, while he nestles in between your legs.
âKeep reading then,â you hear Sylus whisper before he slides his two fingers back inside of you and languidly circles your clit with his tongue. You let out a cry and your eyes roll to the back of your head from the dual stimulation.
âYou expect me to be able to read now?!?â you ask incredulously.
âIâm afraid itâs too late to back out on our deal now sweetie,â Sylus purrs.
You feel tears prick your eyes from the multitudes of pleasure you are experiencing. Your hand shakes slightly as you reach towards your hovering phone to continue reading the smut scene.
As you read, you feel like you are losing your grip on reality. In the fanfic, Toji has made the reader cum three times so far. And while you usually savor the creative ways authors illustrate and depict sex in their stories, reading this right now feels like torture.
Sylus is alternating between sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it. His long fingers are tenderly rubbing against your g-spot. You think you may pass out if you donât get to cum soon.
You internally rejoice when you notice there are only two paragraphs left in the chapter. But that joy is short lived because your pussy begins to tighten up, foreshadowing your climax.
Sylus is adept at reading body language, and when it comes to you, he is an expert. Once he feels how tense you are around his fingers, he canât help but groan into your mound and continue to lap at you hungrily.
âSylus! Iâm so close, pleasepleaseplease,â you beg as he toys with your body.
He makes eye contact with you and unlatches himself from your clit. âI love when you get needy like this kitten. Please keep reading for me, youâre doing so well,â he coos at you.
You let out a strangled noise at his praise. With your last functioning brain cell, you speed through the remaining two paragraphs. You elatedly announce that youâre done and chuck your phone across the bed.
You feel the vibration of Sylusâ hum as he picks up the pace and begins drag his tongue side to side over your swollen, sensitive clit. You quiver as you feel your walls convulse from this sudden change.
Desperate for an anchor, you run your fingers through his soft white hair before grabbing ahold of the strands. You can feel your heartbeat in your clit as it pulses against his tongue. When he roughly rubs against your g-spot you are a goner.
You are convinced that your soul is leaving your body because Sylus continues to stimulate you as you quake.
Once you recover from your orgasm your grip on his hair loosens and you relax into the bed sheets. Sylus gently removes his fingers from your opening and licks your juices from lips.
âLetâs make another deal. If you start reading fanfics when Iâm home, Iâll do this whenever you like.â
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