#hes finally not wearing a tank and oversized sweats

[teddybearsims]

if I saw them in the street id turn the other way

[okwonyo]

﹙ ✉️ ﹚ ──MIDAS TOUCH. in which 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

엔하이픈 성훈 ⠀ ノ⠀ female reader 11OO non-idol au fluff established relationship ⠀⎯⠀⠀ not proof-read skinship making out⠀， recueil . . .

a/n. for @bywons’s on our love event and also to celebrate @cupidhoons & @sainns return ! 😚 for @atrirose because that picture showed a side of her i never saw ... read until the end i swear it’s worth it ^^

if you had to pick a favorite season, it would definitely be summer.

the sun shining bright as you wake up. the birds chirping heavenly at you window to welcome you in the morning. summer break starting. going shopping whenever you can, meeting your friends. finally stepping foot in the sand and greeting the sea after a long time being away from it. waiting for it during most of the year, there is just joy that fills your body when you can see the season peeking it’s nose — you already plan your summer’s hang outs at the end of spring.

it’s a perfect season, really. even the heat waves people tend to complain about are perfect. you always go through the most hot days of summer with a water bottle, your dear fan and the cold floor of your room you lay on during the whole day. curtains covering the window but not totally, you are almost in the dark for the entirety of your day— it’s not good for your eyes, your mom always scolds you, but you don’t care. during a weather like this, you barely do anything, anyway, if it’s not staring at the celling, though you can’t properly see it, and go to the kitchen when you need to.

this is the reason your back rest on the bare floor while you wear an oversized tee and a short right now.

today is the most hot day of the year and you doing fine, really fine even. the cold floor added to the fan hitting directly on your face prevent you from melting right then and there. you would be perfectly fine if your boyfriend didn’t erupt in your room without any sort of warnings. his tall and muscular frame appearing right in front of you, the light of the opened door he stands under showing off his biceps with his tank top perfectly, claiming that your parents let him in, before flopping right on top of you like he weighted nothing. which is far from the truth, those muscles made you let out a tiny ‘oof’ that he brushed off with a giggle.

the first ten minutes of it were fine. you fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair as his nose rested in the crook of your neck. barely any words were exchanged, too scared that your tongues would disappear into thin air if you even tried to talk. however, his weight added to the unbearable heat were threatening to be the end of you, and not in a good way.

“sunghoon,” you dare to speak, only to call your lover. he doesn’t respond entirely, only giving you a hum that vibrates on your skin. “get off of me.”

he lets out a groan. only moving to further put his nose in the crook of your neck, the tip of his nose seems to want to cut through your skin and makes a home for itself inside of your flesh. you can practically feel the sweat flooding all over your body. from your wet hair to your sticky body, the heat doesn’t spare you at all.

it is the same for sunghoon. his sweat is far from smelling bad, it reminds you of caramel and vanilla drowned in milk together. when your hands find his torso, with much difficulty, you can feel his white tank top being soaked against his pecs, can feel his muscles through the fabric, against your sweaty palms. the heat must be messing up with your brain, this feeling you feel in the pit of your stomach can’t be real. you stay still for a moment, his voice cuts through your trance like state.

“don’t be shy,” he whispers against your skin, his warmth breath sends you into a spiral. you can hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again, “you can go a little lower.”

the blush appearing all over your body must be ten times hotter than the weather out here, “w-what do you mea—” oh, his abs. you shut your mouth immediately. closing your eyes, biting your lower lip, you do everything to get yourself back on earth. this man is crashing your bones, making you melt with his body warmth and has the audacity to play with you. you push his chest, he barely budges, “get off of me.”

sunghoon stays still at your words. then, he licks his lower lips. the ghost of his tongue tickles your neck, you almost combust on the spot. another silence fills the room for a moment, only the sound of the electric fourniture sending you cold air reaches your ears. after a while, you simply accept your fate, but you swear if the summer heat wasn’t taking half of your energy, the man on top of you would already be sent flying through the window by now.

you sign, freeing your hands from between sunghoon’s chest and yours, “i’m so hot.”

these three words seem to be the only ones you needed to say for your boyfriend to finally get off of you. you can’t see him well, but the light escaping through the slightly opened curtains lets you see his face being colored by a red taint a little in the dark. he pins each of his palms next to a side of your head. he towers over you as you look at him, his wet hair hangs right above you, his breath is heavy, his face is sweaty.

still, he grins while he looks directly at you, “yes, you are.”

you want to say something back, anything. alas, your body heat gets ridiculously higher and your throat is too sore to spit out any sort of sound. the look in his gaze weights on your lips, you can’t really see is eyes properly, but you can feel lust, desire in them. a droplet of sweat lands on your cheek, you would have cringed normally, but you don’t mind this time. you can’t focus on such meaningless things when sunghoon is looking at you like that. like his whole body is craving for you.

the warmth breath you felt on your neck a moment ago gets warmer and warmer on your mouth as he leans in. he falls onto you slowly, carefully, “s’hot,” he mumbles against your lips before capturing them.

a salty feeling fills your mouths when you kiss, the sweat on your lips is somehow sweet on both of your tongues. he is soon to be all over you again, his chest meets yours as he makes a total mess of your mouth. the way his mouth moves against yours makes you go crazy, you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, gripping onto his wet hair for dear life. somehow, the room gets even hotter and the van is only here for the fun of it. his tongue slips inside of your mouth when he tilts his head to the side slightly, it feels like he is devouring you whole, sucking your soul like a sort of vampire. it’s the first time he kisses you like that, dizzying lovesick, you surely hope it’s not the last.

suddenly, his hand finds the one of yours who is free, his skin is so hot against yours. you don’t know if it’s the summer or, just, him. he pulls away from the kiss, because, right, you have to breathe. he puts your palm against his chest, on his beating heart, the pulse is so loud that you can feel it vibrating in your entire body. he goes back to kissing you before any words can leave your mouth. his hands guides yours lower as the kiss goes, you are way too busy going crazy on him tilting his head again to put his tongue in your mouth to realize that you are now touching his abs. he lets out a shuddered sigh as your fingertips presses against his soaked top, his abs well sculpted under it, your touch captivates him, his body aches for you.

you love summer and whatever it’s heat waves makes to sunghoon’s mind.

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[wonnieluv]

IKEA date

masterlist

Building IKEA furniture with enha hyung line

Heeseung

You needed a new shelf because of your growing album collection so when you asked Heeseung to go with you to IKEA. At first he probably said no because you caught him in the middle of a gaming session but when you mentioned you’d need help carrying the boxes he was getting his shoes on so fast.

Once you guys arrive home with your new shelf he’s prepared to go back to his games but you stopped him so fast. Of course you could most definitely build the shelf yourself but it would go so much quicker with help so after some minor begging (with kisses) and a promise to fund his ramen for the next 2 weeks, he finally folded.

He was surprisingly more helpful than you thought and the shelf gets finished in no time. Now you didn’t tell him what the shelf was for so you told him to go back to his games while you decorated. Let’s just say he was obsessed with the result

Jay

I feel like you’d mention wanting a new desk but you’ve just been too busy to actually go out a buy one and build it so one day you’ll just come home from work to see Jay wearing a tank top and sweats halfway through building the frame for your new desk.

After gawking at his exposed arms you finally move towards him.

“Oh! Darling you’re home? I was almost done with your desk.” He’d say with the sweetest smile.

After washing up for the day and putting on one of Jays comfy hoodies, you move to the living room to go help him but of course he’d refuse and make sure his princess doesn’t lift a finger so he gives you the assignment of putting something entertaining on the TV

Once he’s finished with the desk, instead of moving it into the room, he just leaves it standing in the living room and goes to snuggle up with you on the couch as you finish the most recent rom-com you two have been meaning to watch

Jake

The two of you have built a number of Lego sets together so when you brought up the thought of building a new coffee table for your apartment it didn’t take much convincing for Jake to agree to help you build it.

Now this convincing included you basically calling it an oversized Lego project so of course he was on board. When he realized that this Lego set required screwdrivers and hammers, he was a little less on board, but he still helped nonetheless because he wasn’t gonna let his baby do it alone.

He convinces you that doing this in one sitting wouldn’t be a good idea and that you guys should take a break after an hour. You disagreed however because it was relatively simple but Jake had ways of convincing. After an hour he went and sat behind you and basically clung to you like a Koala asking for cuddles. You know Jake, he’s just too attractive to say no to so you eventually ended up wrapped in his arms on the couch for 30 minutes.

Luckily most of the table was done before the break and you were able to complete it rather fast. You were able to swiftly finish the table before crawling back into Jake’s arms on the couch.

Sunghoon

You didn’t want to take too much time away from your boyfriend’s day off since he’s been so busy with his schedules these days. You knew you needed (wanted) a new wardrobe so you decided to go buy one from IKEA. Once you got the boxes hauled into your living room though, you realized you did not have the drive to sit and build it yet. So that’s how you spent your Saturday, lounging on the couch with unopened IKEA boxes sat in front of you.

What you weren’t expecting was a late evening visit from your boyfriend with takeout and ice cream.

“Hoon what are you doing here?” You greet him with a hug. It’s not that you don’t want him here you’re just surprised. “I’ve just been missing you.” He replies as he tightly returns your embrace.

After you two settle on the couch and finish your takeout he finally decides to ask about the boxes.

After explaining he decides to get you to start building the wardrobe. I feel like Sunghoon would be unexpectedly handy and he’d be super helpful. When your hands get tired he’ll take over and honestly the whole thing would get built pretty quickly.

Your favorite part tho would of course see your buff boyfriends exposed arms flex as you guys work to get the wardrobe down the hall to your bedroom

[bigshymen]

SAM SULEK X FEM READER WHO DOES PILATES

summary : sam, your boyfriend, is always out filming workout videos for his viewers and you begin to miss him. naturally, you drag him to a pilates class with you.

fit reader , oneshot , established relationship , suggestive topics , no smut

As a bodybuilding influencer, your boyfriend, Sam, was on top of it and as a result always going to events and busy filming things from his meals to his car rides and of course, getting his pump on at the gym. And as much as you’d like to get on top of him, that doesn’t last very long. While you’re proud of his success, you missed your oversized-care bear dearly.

This gave you the idea to surprise him by dragging him to a pilates class - something you’d been doing for years that you knew he’d never tried. It didn’t bother you that he had no interest in it, but what did was his underestimation of pilates. That was going to change today.

“Hurry up Sam! Don’t make us late.” You whinned, practically hauling him out the door as he grumbled unenthusiastically about not wanting to pay more for essentially “bending and stretching.”

The sight of someone as tiny as you pulling a giant like him inside the studio, and succeeding, was a comical display for the women already present in class, earning a few whispers. His massive frame towered over the pilates enthusiasts who were petite in comparison.

Sam reluctantly followed you hand-in-hand and as you two settled onto your respective mats, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him slightly looking out of place admist the sea of colorful Alo bottoms and tank tops.

“Good evening everyone!” The instructor chirped before introducing herself to any newcomers as Alexis. She began to lead the class through a series of movements, explaining each one with precision in a soothing voice. You glanced over at Sam, who was already struggling to keep up with the intricate poses.

Despite his strength and overwhelming size, the graceful movements of pilates proved to be quite challenging for him. You tried to stifle your laughter as he wobbled during the balance exercises and grunted loudly through the core strengthening sequences, earning side looks from the women on neighboring mats.

But Sam was determined to prove you wrong, pushing himself to keep pace with the rest of the class. Sweat dripped down his brow as he tried to retain focus on Alexis’s instructions, his muscles trembling with exertion.

As the class progressed you couldn’t help but feel pride watching Sam be bested. He may have been a powerhouse in the gym, but pilates was a whole different ballgame - one that required flexibility and control rather than sheer brute strength.

Though you had to admit, you enjoyed seeing him like this a lot more then you probably should. Sam in motion is… distracting. You stopped pretending to pose and your eyes linger to his curly locks, wet with sweat and cradling his pink face. It’s a rare occurrence when you see his hair without the cap obscuring it. Simplified, his face can best be described as masculine. But not the overbearing hypermasculinity bodybuilders often seem to have.

Sam’s profile is delightfully male. Despite his skin being almost completely littered with acne scars and wearing a seemingly permanent flushed-color, there’s no denying he’s handsome, facial wise. The shorts he wore were always obscenely short and suddenly you’re hyper aware of the ladies around the two of you. You hoped they weren’t having any ideas, unless they fancied one inchers.

After what seemed like eternity of stretching and contorting, at least for Sam, the class came to a close. He flopped onto his mat with a dramatic sigh, the sound startling you and a few of the women but he seemed too tired to be embarrassed.

“That was tough,” He finally admitted after he gave up on sitting upright, panting deeply as his muscles throughly protest. The sheepish grin spreading across his face betrayed his body language.

You felt a smile forming on your own lips. Leaning over to give him a kiss on his scarlet cheek, you linger for a moment. It’s accompanied with a gentle pat against his solid chest. “You did great, hun. I’m happy you joined me.”

One of the young women peering discreetly from the left side of the room cringed.

[leonsthunderthighs]

Kisses in the Kitchen

Bro needs a break, so I'm gonna write about it

☆Vendetta Leon era :)

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You and Leon layed peacefully in the heavy duvet covers and several pillows. You wore a deep blue tank top and simple black underwear around your waist, as the tired man slept in dark heather gray sweats. He layed on his stomach, his darkened blonde hair was sprawled across his pillow as his back muscles shifted slightly with each quiet breath against the pillow. The night was quiet and still, the air was cold yet a thick blanket of fog roamed around the area.

Leon began to shift in the covers, the sheets grew warmer and his body began to heat up. His throat became dry with a heavy sigh, half of him just wanted to stay and hopefully he would fall back asleep, but the more he stayed the worse he felt. Finally he pried his heavy eyelids open meeting your peaceful state. A sweet grin took over his lips, loving the way your gorgeous features hold such a gentle expression. His hand gently moved a strand of your hair and planted a kiss just as soft before stepping off the bed.

He wanders to the kitchen, the only light emulating from the windows and the now open fridge. He squinted at the sharp light and searched for a cold bottle of water his body craved. Leon carefully shut the fridge and nearly chugged the whole bottle feeling it cooling down the core of his body and soothing his dry throat.

A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips as he rested a hand on the countertop with a metallic clink. Leon posed his hand in front of him examining the ring on his finger. A silent chuckle came from his throat remembering the wave of emotions asking you to marry him. He felt like he was in his 20's asking you out for dinner, the nervousness swelling in his stomach as the beating in his chest filled his ears, his mind racing a mile a minute wondering how you'd respond. The look of shock in your eyes was the only thing he could see as you covered your mouth, it made him clench his jaw but seeing the utter happiness radiate off your face as you cried out several yesses was contagious. Ever since 1998 he lost the last few slivers of hope left for him having a loving relationship, let alone marrying someone. Yet, once you came to his life when he desperately needed anyone at the most, you flipped his world upside down as if you were a walking miracle.

Leon's adoration halts as he heard your footsteps against the cold tiles.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing at this hour?" The man turned and was immediately met with your figure slumped against his. Your head leaned on his chest as he rested his chin on the crown of your head and loosely wrapped his arms around you.

"Wonderin' what you were doing" you mumbled in a half concious state. He smiled and looked down to you, instead of the tanktop he saw you wear earlier you were now in one of his oversized shirts.

"I'll be heading back to bed soon, I promise". He spoke softly yet his voice sounded husky from waking up moments before you. You simply let out a quiet "mmhm" as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling his presence closer to yours.

Leon rocked you back and forth slowly as he placed long kisses on the top of your head. The sleep began to fog his mind but his gestures stayed benign.

Silence filled the kitchen as the two of you enjoyed each other's touch. Tender moments like these give Leon the push he needs in order to come home after devastating missions that leave him physically and mentally exhausted.

He pulled his head back to lift your chin with his fingers, your eyes fluttered open and grew a tired smile. His eyes pierce through his lashes looking upon your features. You admired your husband's profile, the stubble that grew across his face, the faded scars hidden by his stubble, the bags under his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and the way his dark hair contrasted with his eyes. Sure throughout the years his appearance has matured and he grew a tough shell, but nothing changed the look of purity in his eyes.

Leon dipped his head placing a chaste kiss across your lips as his thumb drew circles across your skin. A satisfied hum vibrated against his lips as Leon proved you up on the counter as you giggled into the kiss.

Your legs dangled on either side of his waist and his hands rested gently on your hips. Leon places several more chaste kisses along the crook of your neck, his stubble scratches against your skin as it made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

He wanted nothing more but to make you feel cherished and over time he found several ways of showing his affection towards you. Whether it be helping you around the house, listening to how your days been even if nothing much happened, laughing at your jokes, or saying it verbally.

"I love you so much, you know that?"

"Of course I do love, we even got the ring to prove it"

His chuckle tickled your skin as eventually his trail led back to your patient lips. Ever so slowly you moved in sync, knowing how each other's lips fit together and felt perfect. After a series of long kisses Leon pulled back and tilted his head slightly to the side, "You ready to come back to bed?" He asked in a voice still low and husk.

You nodded with a smile and with that Leon lifts you off the counter with ease.

The two of you were greeted with your shared bedroom. The sheets sank under your body as Leon lays back down on his stomach burying his face within the pillow. You watched as his eyelids become closer to closing completely, the image of you began to blur and fade until he succumbed back to sleep.

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I stood up late trying to finish this in one go- ALSO TYSM GUYS FOR THE AMOUNT OF LOVE ON THE LAST FIC YOU'RE SO SWEET IM TELEPATHICALLY KISSING YOU ALL♡♡♡♡

[judesluvr]

watching jude lifting weights nd he’s wearing a tanktop so u’ve got the full view of his biceps contracting & bulging so deliciously 😵‍💫 nd he’d be so cocky about it, knowing u’re staring hard and he’s got u all worked up. it’s not long before u’re begging him to do smth because u’re so wet nd the workout session ends up turning into an intense fuck session. yea i need it so badly 😫

the both of you mooching around the garden in the last of the sun, your head buried in a book as you curled yourself on the patio furniture whilst jude went about a light work-out. he'd be wearing that tank-top that you'd been fawning over the entire day, your focus slowly leaving the pages of the book as you concentrated on the way his biceps flexed in the amber light. and all he's doing is a few bicep curls, nothing too serious, but you could feel your face burn up and the familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach because fuck he looked so good.

"can i help you with something?" he'd mock, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his skin as he finally caught your eye. but you'd just shake your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you failed to think of anything but the idea of your nails digging into those very muscles. so he'd carry on, smirking to himself as he felt your vision burn into him once more, absolutely transfixed on the way they bulged in the evening air.

and you could feel your excitement already starting to build up, the urge to push your thighs together catching his attention as he'd cock his head to the side smugly, "have i got you all hot and bothered baby? have i, hm?"

that's all he needed to say before you were tugging at his wrists, letting the weights roll on the grass as you practically begged him to join you inside. and you didn't care if he thought you were desperate, the need sitting thick in your stomach and spreading through your body as you traced the dip in his bicep. jude's own mind would swiftly be in the same realm as yours, his hands on your waist as he'd press you against the kitchen counter, not bothering to close the patio doors behind the both of you because there was nothing he liked more than the idea of people hearing how good he made you feel.

and there wasn't many clothes to discard of anyway, your oversized shirt quickly being tossed behind you as his clothes pooled at his feet. with a hand around your throat he'd pull you off the marbled counter-top gently, your back arched as he pressed his tip against you, feeling the slickness of you coat him thinly, "oh that shirt really does turn you on, doesn't it?"

before you could even respond he'd have sunk into you completely, not giving you a chance to adjust to his size as he bottomed out almost as quickly. each drag of his hips had you jerking against the counter, your stomach tight as you felt yourself clench around him in an attempt to keep inside of you longer. and it was messy and hot, both of your bodies reactions heightened by the heat as you bucked back against him, desperate for more as he'd pinch your throat ever-so slightly, "gonna' have to make you watch me work-out a lot more if this is my reward baby-"

[orangecreamsickle]

Reader x Aizawa

A/n: This is my first time posting smut ever- and I just got tumblr- sorry if I use any abbreviations wrong!

Warnings: Dom reader, fem!reader.

Lots of fluff :3, light dacryphillia, rimming, light femdom, insinuation of pegging. (lmk if I forgot something)

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You’re in your early twenties and moved away from home. Finally you have the freedom you so desired. A fresh start. Aside from your father paying the security deposit and first months rent for your new apartment, everything was your own.

The wind blows through your [h/c] hair. You shiver as the first signs of autumn shows its head. You walk confidently to your apartment, taking the elevator while carrying a heavy box full of your things. You fumble with the lock, balancing the box on your hip for a second. After unlocking the door, and placing down the box, you look around your bare apartment.

How am I gonna furnish this all by myself…

You think, as you go back downstairs to get the rest of your items.

It takes you a few trips to successfully haul your belongings into your new apartment. You toss down your mattress onto the bare carpeted floor of your new room, sighing with relief at finally being done.

I’ll set up the bed frame later.. I’m too tired

Between the few hours of driving it took and carrying your heavy belongings to the 3rd floor, you were tired, and ready for a shower and a nap. You get into the shower, turning the heat all the way up, and allowing the stresses of your day to wash into the drain, along with the sweat and dirt on your skin.

After 30 minutes, you step out and put on the first think you find in the box of clothes- a black tank top and oversized grey sweatpants.

Flopping onto the bed, and scrolling through your phone idly, your stomach growls, reminding you how long it’d been since your last meal.

“Ugh.. I hear you, I hear you.”

You speak aloud to your stomach. After looking up some options for food, you want something home cooked, and decide to go shopping- despite the odd hours. You grab your keys and a jacket, and head to the store.

Using the GPS on your phone, you find a store pretty close to your apartment. You turn off your car and begin to enter.

“Woah, this is close. Lucky!”

You mutter to yourself as you enter the store.

You grab some basic ingredients for a simple fried rice. You reach for the last bag of rice, and someone else’s hand touches yours, intending to grab the same rice you did. You look up and see a man with shaggy black hair that’s tied into a low ponytail, with eye bags and stubble. He has a scar under his eye, and wears a black long sleeved shirt, and basketball shorts.

You grab the rice and put it in your cart, moving his hand off of the bag.

“Hey-!” He calls, looking irritated.

You turn to look at him blankly.

“What?” Your demeanor is nonchalant and calm, while his is tired and annoyed.

“I saw the rice first. Give it back.”

He speaks in a matter-of-a-fact tone, as if he believes the rice is his.

Of course, you don’t give him the rice.

“I touched it first, and it’s already in my cart.” You start to walk to the register, ignoring his tired protests.

He sighs, and rubs the back of his neck muttering something under his breath.

While you didn’t catch what he said, you walk away, not exactly bothered.

After paying for your groceries, you put your groceries in your car, and out of the corner of your eye, you see the man get into his car.

Once you’ve loaded your groceries, you head to your apartment. Groceries in hand, you walk inside and into the elevator. Someone runs to catch the elevator and you hold the door for them, not looking to see who it is.

“Thanks.” A male voice calls.

You look up, and see it’s the man from the store. He recognizes you too, and he looks away, slight annoyance on his face.

You press the “3” button, and wait for him to press his.

“Which floor?”

You ask politely, pretending to not notice him glaring at you.

“Same as you.” He grumbles.

The elevator ride feels 10x longer than before, and the tension is palpable. Once the two of you reach your floors, he gets off first, and walks quickly to the right.

It so happens that your room is also on the right, so you walk slowly to your apartment. He abruptly turns around, looking more annoyed than before.

“Why are you following me?” He sounds fed up with your presence.

“I’m not following you.” You respond, slightly offended that he’d assume that of you.

He rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. “What do you want from me?”

You sigh, and walk past him, to your apartment, unlock the door, and step inside, slamming the door behind you. Entirely unaware that he is your next door neighbor.

You cook your dinner, and the rest of the evening goes by without incident.

You unpack some of your boxes, and reassemble some of your furniture.

You folded your clothes and put them into the dresser, leaving the bottom one empty. After a while, you get to the smaller box. You opened it, and smiled when you look at the contents.

Inside the box was one of the reasons you wanted to move from your family the most.

Whips, collars, assortments of vibrators, dildos, and ropes- among other things. Your safe haven. You placed them into the bottom drawer, and finish putting your clothes away. You sit onto your bed, having put the simple bed frame together. Biting your lip, you stare at your dresser.

It.. has been a while.. I guess I do need a way to alleviate the stress of the move..

After thinking about it, you put your [h/c] hair into a bun, and rummage through your drawer, deciding on an especially thick and short dildo.

Let’s go with something simple tonight..

You think to yourself, opening and pouring the lube onto your fingers.

You slide your hand down into your pants, rubbing the cold, thick lube onto your folds.

You rub firm circles around your clit, sliding your shirt up and playing with your nipple in your other hand. You bite your bottom lip, having forgotten how good stimulation felt.

The only sounds that permeated the room were your heavy breathing and loud squelching. Slipping off your sweats, you spread your legs further, and stick in a few fingers. You silence a whimper by biting your shirt. You pinch your nipple, gasping at the sensation. You slowly push your fingers in and out of your hot, throbbing hole. You lift one leg higher, and push in a third finger. You pump your fingers quickly in and out. Your breathing heavily, and your head falls back onto the pillow.

Before long, you pull your fingers out, and grab your dildo. It’s thick and short, with texture on the outside. You shudder at the thought of it inside you, and slick it with lube. You put it on the bed, and angle your wet, swollen pussy over it. You slowly sit, the dark blue dildo pushing into your tight, longing hole. You cry out, and cover your mouth. After a second, you slam yourself down, thrusting it deep inside of yourself. You moan loudly, muffling it with your hand. You start riding it, wet noises filling your apartment. You bite your tongue to keep your sounds quiet. You bounce up and down, while rubbing your clit. It’s almost too much. It’s not long before your muscles tense, and you ride your peak.

Tired from cumming so hard, you lay down, breathing heavily. After recovering, you stand, and clean yourself up. You put the dildo on top of your dresser, not having the energy to put it back in its place. It’s hard to walk but you get some water and go to sleep.

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You awake to the sun hitting your eyes. You sit up and are immediately reminded of the previous night, considering the aching in your lower body. You wobbly stand, and get ready for your day of unpacking.

After eating a quick breakfast, you unpack your things. When you finish, you check the time, finding that several hours have passed, the evening sunlight filling your apartment.

You stretch your sore muscles, and sit on the floor. After a while, you decide it’d be a good idea to go on a walk.

You find a nice trail nearby your apartment, and walk slowly, enjoying the cool autumn breeze. Suddenly you hear a rustling in the bushes. You pause and listen closely, trying to figure out what it is.

A kittens head pops out of the bushes, and it meows loudly at you. Your heart melts as you kneel down and pet the skinny thing.

It must be hungry.. it’s so young!

I don’t have the money but… why not!

You pick up the kitten, and start walking home. Much to the baby cats dismay, you give it a bath, then place him on the carpet. He follows you to the kitchen and watches curiously as you open a can of tuna.

Finding a small bowl, you give him the tuna and some water, and watch him eat. After he dries, you hold him and watches as he falls asleep, purring. You put him onto your bed, then rush out of the house to buy a litter box and other supplies for a cat. You decide to walk since it’s not too far.

On the way back, you notice Aizawa looking through the bushes, almost frantically. You don’t want to interfere, but want to make sure he’s okay.

“Are you.. looking for something?”

You ask, keeping a moderate distance.

He looks up, panic still evident in his features. He looks to the bushes again and then to you, seeming to calm himself a bit.

“Yeah, I- there was a kitten here, and I can’t find him”

He runs his hand hair through his hair.

You got a closer look at him and noticed he looked a bit different. He wore white wraps around his neck, and wore all black clothes.

“What did he look like?” You ask, wanting to help.

“He was about this small, really skinny, white with patches of black and grey.”

He gestures to around the size of a water bottle.

Something clicked and you realized that he might be talking about the kitten you took home.

“Oh- now that you mention it, I took a stray kitten home a couple hours ago”

You shift to your other leg, and watch the relief flood his face.

“Can I see him? To confirm if it’s the same cat?”

He asks, looking determined to see the kitten.

You nod your head, feeling happy that you could help. You lead him back to your apartment, turning the light on and placing your bags down.

After taking your shoes off, you walk to your bedroom, and turn the light on, pointing to the little kitten still sleeping on your bed.

“So.. did you give him a name, or something? Why didn’t you take him home?”

You ask, in attempt to fill the silence.

He walks into your room, and pets the kitten happily. Relieved that he’s okay.

“No, I never named him. I didn’t want to get too attached.” He looks a little awkward talking to you, but he pets the cat absentmindedly.

“I never took him home because I already have a cat, and she doesn’t like other cats.”

You nod thoughtfully, and smile.

“Cat person, huh?”

He rubs the back of his head, awkwardly looking back to the cat.

“You can come visit him whenever you’d like, I don’t mind.” You say, smiling gently.

He nods, and looks back at you. “Thanks, miss…”

“[Y/N]. Just call me [Y/N].”

You flash him a thumbs up.

“Aizawa.”

He says. He looks around your room, noticing how plain it is.

Suddenly your dildo catches his eye. It’s just sitting on the dresser, and he catches a glimpse of what’s inside your dresser as well. He averts his gaze, and clears his throat.

You don’t realize he saw it, and considering how he doesn’t comment on it, or even seems to bat an eye, you were none the wiser.

He leaves after a few minutes of polite conversation, and that’s that.

You pet the cat and put a forest green collar you bought at the store on him.

“I think I’ll call you sage.”

You pet him gently, then sit up. You notice your dildo sitting out, and stand quickly, screaming in embarrassment.

“He totally saw, didn’t he.. there’s no way he didn’t. But he didn’t say anything..”

You pace your room, embarrassment slowly fading.

“It’s normal. I’m an adult, and it was an honest mistake- if he’s grossed out, it’s not my problem!”

And with that, the rest of the evening was quiet and calm.

————-

A few weeks have passed by. You’ve gotten periodic visits from Aizawa visiting Sage. You two have gotten a little closer, hanging out a few hours at a time.

Today was one of those days. You were cooking dinner, with Sage meowing at your feet, begging for attention. Your hair was damp since you just showered.

You wore an oversized shirt with shorts underneath.

Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door.

You go to answer and see Aizawa standing there with a ponytail, a short sleeved black tee, and grey sweatpants.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you busy?”

He asks, noticing your outfit, and looking away.

“Of course not, come in”

You open the door wider and walk back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

You two talk about work for a while- you work as a barista, and he’s a teacher (duh).

After you finish cooking you serve him a plate.

“Oh, you didn’t have to.”

He says, looking away.

You chuckle, putting your hands on your hips.

“I insist!”

“Okay..”

He says awkwardly, and starts to eat.

You two continue talking for a while, moving to the living room, and talking on the couch. You notice his eyes lingering on your legs or chest every once in a while, but don’t say anything about it.

You notice him shifting uncomfortably.

“Are you feeling alright? You seem kind of off.”

You ask, acting oblivious.

His cheeks tint pink slightly, and he nods.

“I’m feeling fine- it’s just warm..”

You nod, and look at the boner in his pants.

“Is that so…”

His face burns hotter when you point out his excitement. He looks away from you.

You scoot a little closer, and speak in a sultry tone.

“What’s got you feeling this way, Shota?”

Your use of his first name made his face warmer, and his dick harder.

“It’s not- I just- I-“

He struggles to come up with an excuse.

You expose more of your legs, chuckling lightly. This makes his dick stand at full attention. His face is red, and he’s breathing heavily.

“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

You ask, knowing the answer already.

He nods, but looks away again, getting embarrassed.

You touch his leg with the tip of your finger to get his attention.

“Would you like help with that, pretty boy?”

He nods slowly, eyes looking around the room, unsure where to look.

You inch closer to him, and grab his chin, making him look at you.

You kiss him, starting slowly, but the kiss heats up quickly.

Before you know it your tongue is in his mouth, and your hand around his throat.

He’s more submissive than you thought he’d be. The two of you break from the kiss to catch your breath. He’s breathing heavily and looking hungrily at you.

“Please.. please touch me..” a few strands of hair fall over his eyes as he begs for more.

You brush his hair from his eyes. “Patience Shota, patience.”

You kiss his neck, nibbling gently, causing him to hum in pleasure. He shudders at the feeling of your teeth on his skin. You work your way down to his collar bone, taking his shirt off.

Kissing down his chest, you take a nipple between your fingers, pinching and rolling. Shota moans, and arches his back, and you can see his dick twitch in his pants.

You continue to play with his nipples for an excruciating amount of time for him. He’s breathing heavily and blushing, pants soaked with precum.

You kiss his chest again.

“Do you want more, puppy?”

He groans at being called “puppy”

“Please, please- I want more, please touch me more” he begs, voice cracking on the last few words.

You happily oblige, kissing down his stomach, and taking off his pants. You kiss his bulge, still encased in his boxers. He moans loudly in anticipation, and starts bucking his hips, trying to find some sort of stimulation. You hold his hips down to not allow him any pleasure unless you say so.

“You don’t get pleasure unless I allow you.”

You nibble and kiss his thighs.

You continue to tease him, and watch him shudder and tremble. Groaning at the very idea that you’ll touch him.

Finally, you lick his bulge through his boxers, sucking on it. He groans and tenses his muscles, fighting every urge to take his boxers off and fuck your mouth.

“Please… please ma’am, please touch me..”

he begs, sounding more and more broken.

You chuckle.

“I am touching you”

He wines, wanting more stimulation.

You take his boxers off, and kiss the tip, before licking up the side of the shaft. You slowly jerk him off. Enough for stimulation, but it’s painstakingly slow for him.

He continues to wine and beg, but you keep going just as slowly.

You kiss his thighs as you jerk him off, making eye contact.

Suddenly, you stop touching his dick, causing him to open his eyes.

“Why’d you stop..”

He asked in a tiny voice.

“If you wanna cum, you have to earn it.”

You get up and sit on the couch, leaning back and taking off your bottoms.

You don’t say any words, but aizawa understands what you’re telling him to do. Slowly, he leans down, and holds your thighs, opening your legs wider. He makes eye contact as he slowly licks up your wet slit, and focusing on your clit. He makes circles around it, before sucking.

You moan softly, holding his hair. Your sounds make him even harder, and arouses him even more. He seems to gain pleasure from making you feel good. He slips 2 fingers into your wet, empty hole, and slowly goes in and out with his thick, calluses fingers.

It doesn’t take too long for you to cum.

“You did so good, puppy. I think you’ve earned a surprise”

You say, smiling mischievously.

Aizawa looks at you with a longing, almost hungry stare as you crawl on top of him, and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

You tap his erection against your cheek teasingly, causing him to squirm.

Yo start slowly jerking him, increasing the speed. You find his asshole, and start playing with it. Licking and sliding your tongue inside. He arches his back, moaning while gritting his teeth. He stays mostly quiet.

You reach to the side and find a bottle of lube, slicking your fingers and sliding in one finger. He groans, but is surprisingly receptive. A few tears slide down his cheeks. He starts panting harder, as you slide in a few more fingers. You kiss his tears away.

“You’re doing so good for me right now, puppy.” You praise him gently.

You jerk him harder and faster as you finger fuck his ass.

“W-wait if you do it at the same time-“

He hardly manages to warn you before he cums quickly.

You are slightly surprised by how much he came, and look up at him.

He’s blushing and covering his face.

“…I can’t believe we just did that…”

His eyes pop open as you take him to your room, pulling out a few toys, all for him.

He mutters.

You kiss his cheek.

“We aren’t done.”

Needless to say, it was a long, long night.

———————

Okay thanks for reading 😭🫶

[fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper]

Mechanic!Mammon has been living in my head rent free ever since I saw your og posts! I love it so much.

I can just imagine him rag sticking out of his back pocket, hands dirtied with grease, and a smile on his face as he leans over the engine, wrench in hand. He's got music playing over a stereo or radio he brought outside as he hums along with the tunes as he works.

Then you come out and bring him a drink cause you know this man hasn't paid attention to how much time has passed and really needs to take a break to eat, but hydration first. And he take it, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of black grease across it and gives you the biggest smile as he grabs the glass and nearly downs the whole thing.

And you stay, watching him, handing him a tool occasionally as he works. You climb into the driver's seat and press on the brakes for him when he asks so he can check that it's working right. You toy with the car radio that he finally got wired back up correctly and make sure to save your favorite channel (and his too, if you're feeling generous) so it's all ready to go. And then dinner rolls around, so you help him put away his tools and parts and help him pull the cover over the car for the night. And just before you both enter the house again, you reach up and wipe that grease mark that's been resting on his forehead, which he gives you shit for not telling him earlier, but you just smile.

Ahhhhh, Mechanic!Mammon owns my heart and soul!!!

I'd say I'm sorry, but you seem to be enjoying it, and I'm enjoying talking/thinking about it too!

!! Yeah, because Mammon isn't afraid to get dirty with using his hands (example in Accessories in Abundance and Christmas Tree), he probably wouldn't mind getting a bit of oil and grease and whatnot on him, but my thoughts go to what he would wear. Like, an unzipped mechanic suit revealing his chesticles is hot, but he isn't exactly going to have that kinda outfit at home. Plus, his other clothes are super expensive brand-named things, so he wouldn't casually wear those. So, I've thought of something as a stand-in: baggy jeans with a tank top and an open, kinda oversized button-up shirt with the sleeves messily rolled up. Maybe he even has something to keep his hair back! Like a headband so you can see his sweaty forehead, but him having a forehead matted with wet hair is also very appreciated.

He would definitely be playing metal music or something of that variation or maybe R&B that fits the mood for working on a car and getting amped up. He would definitely be humming to the music. He would also probably hit a high and use a wrench or something as drum sticks if he's listening to metal music!

Like, just give the man a gallon of water or hell lemonade, because if I know one thing about working on cars is that people get sweaty.

I would like to think that Mammon is handy with tools because I believe canonically he works on his own car, but I find it immensely funnier if he doesn't know the technical names for all the tools besides a wrench and the standard screwdrivers and stuff. So, he's telling you he needs that tool that looks like a wrench and functions like a wrench but isn't a wrench, and you're guessing what the hell he's talking about because there are standard wrenches of various sizes and different looks. You hand him what you think he's talking about, but he'll tell you no, no, it's the one that's bigger, the one that's got little, like, teeth in the opening, it's got an adjustable piece that helps it widen or close for the bolts and nuts. It's a spanner, btw.

Lmaooo, imagine as you're sitting in the car waiting on him to tell you to tap the breaks and you accidentally hit the accelerator pedal and scare the shit out of him because the engine revs super loudly but makes a choked noise and some clanking. You both think you just choked the car to death but it was just the engine having loose parts and not having been used in a while. He fusses at you because you scared him, but you remember his face too hilarious from being startled to really listen beyond being more careful.

Mammon is covered in sweat and grease and other car liquids and kinda smells like oil, so what if he showered because Lucifer wouldn't let Mammon come strolling in as a hot, stinky mess, and you joined after he washed himself off? :3c

I already have so many AUs with Mammon but this one has main control and it's going places!

[bewitchingbaker]

👀

The baker's eyes scan over the box for a moment. He's thinking about how he should approach this. From the looks of things, he could potentially lift his friend's new A/C but he didn't want to over do it. Now, Chris had no problem moving anything as years of lifting any and everything at the bakery made him strong. But he never wanted to over estimate his strength.

Plus with it being over 90 degrees, the young Luna didn't want to get too hot. Not helped by his choice of a slightly oversized 'Luna's Moonlight Delights' tee. At least he was smart off to wear some shorts to let those tree trunks he called thighs breathe. He takes a moment to wipe some sweat off his brow before finally grabbing two boxes from his trunk.

"Okie doki, 1."

"2."

"3!"

As if they were light as a feather, he lifted them onto his arms with a deep voiced grunt. In one smooch motion, Chris carried Bella's new A/C into her place with ease. Following after the doctor was no problem as it's no problem for him to hold this heavy piece of equipment for a long time. Once they he reached her living room, the baker gently placed the box near the window.

Despite the ease, even Chris couldn't fight off the heat, judging fromt he way his brow glistened from the sun. This first tshirt was not a good idea. At least he had a tank top to wear underneath. With another noticeable grunt, he slowly slipped off his tee. His tank top may have ridden up a bit, giving Bella a peek at the moon shaped piercing that dangled from his navel. Those masses he called arms revealed themselves. A thin sheen of sweat made him glisten in the summer's light, almost appearing angelic for a moment.

He sighs before he takes off his glasses, giving his friend a full display of those soft brown hues. Without thinking, he lifts the bottom of his shirt as a makeshift glasses cleaner, giving her another peek at that soft tummy of his. It isn't long before he notices Bella's stares.

"What's up? Do I have some box dust on me? I know I look like I need a shower right now...." he chuckles bashfully, "I might ask to borrow your shower honestly."

[ @pluviacuratio ]

[midwinterhunt]

Just a little writing exercise

Prompted by yourdailywritingprompt on tiktok

content: I have no idea if this is NSFW or not, it's spicy adjacent

It had been... well, a long day to put it shortly. Which was saying something since the days on planet Vox were only sixteen hours long. While Liithal and Rin had spent the day training, Sol kept himself busy by helping the locals with farming and other work required to keep low-tech rural towns going. And the voxel loved having him because he was twice as strong as the smaller species. But even so, he was wiped out by the end of the day, and once dinner was through it was dark and he was ready to finally relax.

The culture around bathing here was interesting, as this was an aquatic planet. The first time Sol had tried to bath he had spent no less than two hours trying to figure out how to fill the bath, since they didn't seem to have plumbing and he wasn't going to just take the water that blanketed the ground. It was embarrassing to say the least, but at least this time he felt a bit more confident in doing it on his own.

Sol had to start the fire under a large tank and then run the water from the water tower through the heating unit, and that gave him a little time to think. He looked over the open stone bath that honestly looked more like a small pool or perhaps a large hot tub. There was a half wall around it for some privacy, but it was open to the sky and honestly there wasn't much from stopping other people in the household or even neighbors from walking in. It made him a little nervous, but so far nothing had happened.

Finally the oversized bath had been filled with steaming water. Sol set his clothes to the side, washed off the sweat and mud from the day, then slipped in to relax while cool air brushed against his cheeks.

After a few minutes there was a knock on the gate and Liithal's voice called through, "Hey, mind if I join you?"

Sol could see her ears and the top of her head over the gate, waiting patiently for him to answer. And he choked. He felt his cheeks heat up and his stomach fluttered, and when he finally answered his voice cracked. "Su~re," he cleared his throat, "I mean, sure, yeah come on in."

Liithal chuckled as she stepped through. She was wearing a fuzzy robe, but that didn't last long. She stepped over to the washing area and dropped the robe while facing away and then she poured warm water over herself and began washing off the grime from her training throughout the day.

Sol's heart was surely trying to beat out of his chest. He couldn't take his eyes off of Liithal's graceful figure. Sure, this wasn't exactly the first time he had seen her without clothes, but these occasions were rare and she was so pretty. From the way water droplets stuck to her eyelashes, to her hot breath steaming in the cool night air, to the way her tail swayed back and forth as she washed her long hair, and even down to the little pit pat of her feet against the wet stone, he found that he was just falling harder for her with every second.

Sol realized that Liithal knew he was watching when suddenly her stripes changed to a brighter orange, but she just gave him the quickest glance over her shoulder with a small smile before she turned away again to rinse the soap off. She was most definitely teasing him, and as much as he hated to admit it, it was totally working.

Finally she set down the water basin and fully looked back at Sol with a soft look in her eye, "You ready?"

Sol's heart skipped a beat, "Yes?"

Liithal's soft gaze suddenly turned mischievous and to broke into a full sprint toward the bath.

"Wait! Nonononono! That's not what I meant!" But it was too late. Liithal jumped high into the air and then landed in the bath like a cannonball, splashing water everywhere in the process. Sol wasn't sure why he had expected anything else. But still, even this part of her he loved. "Oh you better get over here you little..." He dove for Liithal and she squealed and cackled as he grabbed her around the middle and started tickling her.

"No! Mercy! Please! Stop! I promise I won't do it again!"

Sol did eventually let her go, and Liithal inevitably did it again, but Sol wouldn't have traded that night for the world. He would have done anything to go back to that.

But now, Sol sits alone in his ship, wishing desperately that he could have her back. He doesn't know where she is now, and even if he did, he doesn't know how to save her. She is lost in a way that feels so big, and now all he can do is just hold onto her memory that feels as much like a curse as it does a comfort.

[neopuppy]

Switch (M)

Preview: “You’ll never guess who I have a date with tonight.” Your mom exclaims. Jamming her breasts into a garment tearing at the seams.

“Is that my dress?!” You shriek, ignoring her excitement.

“Shut up. When have you ever paid for anything in that closet, hmm?“ she reprimands. Smoothing the too tight fabric gathering at her waist. “You’re going to be so jealous. The hottest single dad in town finally asked me out.”

“..wait, you mean..” you near gag. Sitting up from your bed, gawking at her tawdry appearance with disgust.

“Yup.” She goes on boasting. “Finally snagged Johnny Suh’s eye.”

Pairing: Johnny x female reader x Jeno

Word Count: 20k

Genre: Jeno’s dad has got it going on AU, pwp, dc/nc elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), extraordinarily filthy, M/F

Warning: Johnny is Jeno’s dad— and not a good one, cheating, manipulation, black mailing, morally corrupt overall, terrible people, age difference(legal), power imbalance

Smut Warning: threesome(lets just get that out of the way), loss of virginity, corruption kink, daddy kink, breeding, rough oral(M receiving), cock warming, breath play, choking, hair pulling, praise, degradation, smut

a/n: please do not read if these warnings make you uncomfortable! this is all fictional💙

Today had to be a mistake. A complete mistake.

Who knew daydreaming would end up leading to such a wild demise; something straight out of freaky fanfiction. It’s not as if you could help but circle around the block near half of your Sunday afternoon when Mr. Suh decided to wash his Range Rover, shirtless.

It just wasn’t fair. Despite how much your thighs ache after an hour of peddling around, you couldn’t look away. Cheesy porno music accompanied the thoughts colliding rapidly in your head. The sun seemed to only beam on him like a stage light focused on the show's star.

Johnny tormented you, as well as every woman, and man, with working eyes within a mile radius. Choosing to lift weights in his oversized garage. Most of the time he at least had the decency to wear a tank top with the garage door wide open. Until about mid-way, once he was drenched in sweat. Stepping out onto the driveway to strip and wring out his soaked wife beater. His biceps would ripple, chest tightening down the middle, pecs bouncing as his shoulders would roll back for extra effect. He had to know what he was doing.

You weren’t the only one pretending to stay active while salivating with your gaze glued to the luxurious house placed in the middle of the neighborhood. Johnny drew in quite the audience. Mrs. Lee who would oftentimes hose off the kids skateboarding by, missing the aim completely for her rosebuds. Even Mr. Lee would stand by her side at times, his eyebrows furrowed roughly in concentration. Puffing his chest out further for some hopeless significance of manhood.

Mr. Suh emerged straight out of wet dreams. Rushing home to write nonsense in your diary after the day he finally noticed you. The circumstance was not ideal, having fallen on your bike distracted by the sound of the ice cream man's tune approaching. Patting the pocket on your overalls for coins, something sweet and cold that could help soothe your dry mouth. Saliva exiting after hours in the sun admiring your neighbor.

It’s a page you read over weekly as the years go on. The way Johnny smiled at you while examining your ankle tenderly. Cooing as he said “Ah, you poor thing. Does it hurt badly?”

God. More than he’d ever understand.

The wrapper to the ice cream bar Johnny bought you after helping you back onto your feet posters the next page. Smoothed down and glued, screaming to yourself at the memory of his large hand gently patting the back of your head as you sucked at the fruity ice.

“Be careful will you? It’d be a shame for a pretty little girl like you to stay locked up all summer wearing a cast if you end up getting injured.”

He called you pretty, and that was more than enough to drive you absolutely mad. Diary entries turned into a secret anonymous blog over the years, filled with pornographic images and videos. Typed out private fantasies of your neighbor whisking you away, carried over the threshold as his young wife.

There’s just one problem.

“You’ll never guess who I have a date with tonight.” Your mom exclaims. Jamming her breasts into a garment tearing at the seams.

“Is that my dress?!” You shriek, ignoring her excitement.

“Shut up. When have you ever paid for anything in that closet, hmm?“ she reprimands. Smoothing the too tight fabric gathering at her waist. “You’re going to be so jealous. The hottest single dad in town finally asked me out.”

“..wait, you mean..” you near gag. Sitting up from your bed, gawking at her tawdry appearance with disgust.

“Yup.” She goes on boasting. “Finally snagged Johnny Suh’s eye.”

“You?! But!—“

“Tsk, don’t act so surprised you little brat.” She snickers. Painting a bright red lip on, finishing with a wink. “I know how much it's breaking your little heart that the first love of your life will be buried 9 inches deep inside me in less than 6 hours.”

“Why would he ask you out?!” You fret. Having to mute your vengeful tongue from throwing out an insult with the question.

“He goes to the gym I joined last month. I’ve been planting the seeds, watering and attending to them daily. They’re finally growing, mother knows best darling.”

“Disgusting..” you quietly mutter. Appalled by the way your mothers curves fill out your clothing better than you ever have.

Johnny was off limits, didn’t she understand that? He wasn’t just the first love of your life. Johnny Suh had become the only reason you even woke up everyday.

The day your father had discovered your mother sleeping with the young man that used to mow the lawn and pretend to trim the hedges should have been a terrible memory. They screamed at each other, arguing all day about who should get the house out of the divorce. Shouting to the high heavens until your head throbbed and you decided to step outside.

That’s the day a young single successful man named Johnny Suh moved into the neighborhood with his son. A house that had been under construction for what felt like years finally completed. Moving trucks covered most of your view as you walked by. Too curious for your own good, you snuck between the trucks to find a spot that would still conceal you enough to find out who’s moving in.

That’s when you first see Jeno. Zipping through the three car garage on rollerblades with a wide smile taking over his face. He has to be about your age, and clearly athletic. Not once stumbling as he spins on the rows of wheels.

“Son, can you do that out on the sidewalk? You’re getting in the movers way.”

Jeno wasn’t just getting in the movers way. He was also in your way.

While your mother finally forcing Johnny to ask her out on a date threw a wrench into any of your hard manifestations, Jeno was a whole other issue.

Jeno isn’t just an issue, he’s a nightmare. Some may say it’s your fault— it’s not.

The entry in your diary skirts over the first time you meet. Jeno transferred to the local school district later on. His dad allowed him to finish junior high with his friends. While you passed each other many times while playing outside, interactions never surpassed more than eye contact.

That is until the first day of your Freshman year. Jeno sits behind you in homeroom, clearing his throat before tapping your shoulder.

“Hey, aren’t you my neighbor?” He asks, voice just entering puberty and cracking mid-sentence.

“Uhm..Yeah, I think so?”

Jeno scoffs, placing his feet on the back of your seat, leaving footprints on your uniform skirt to find later when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom.

The thing about Jeno is— he’s perfect. Adapts easily, instantly worshipped by all. Every girl wants to date him, every guy wants to be his friend. Jeno is cool, he’s attractive, he always sports the latest in high-end apparel. Uniform accessorized with coats and jackets that cost more than your tuition. He’s amazing, funny, good at everything he tries from the first attempt.

Jeno’s used to everyone fawning over him, that is until you don’t.

“You think so?” His eyes roll to the side. Shoving strands of your loose hair off his desk. “You pass by my house everyday. Got a crush on me or something?”

“Ew. No.” You snap, inching away from the toes of his shoes digging into your spine.

“I think you do.” Jeno says in a rude manner. Pencil poking your shoulder blade from behind matching up the mean laced tone in each syllable. “You’re not exactly my type though. I like girls with confidence, who know how to put themselves together.”

Jeno leans over, nose scrunched up. Eyeing you up from your worn down sneakers to the loose thigh high socks unkempt with fuzzy wads of fabric from too many washings. He snorts softly, leaning back into his seat again with a smirk. Scribbling something quickly before crinkling it up and throwing it at your head.

“Ow!”

“Shhh,” Jeno winks, nodding to the balled up piece of paper that lands in your lap. “You have mail.”

The note reads ‘Virgin? Check Yes or No.’

“What?” You mutter, shooting your neighbor a glare. Shredding the note up to be forgotten, returning to focus on your studies for the day.

“Knew it.” Jeno announces loud enough, inching over his desk for his lips to reach the shell of your ear. “Virgin written all over you. Who’d fuck you anyway?”

The unfortunate thing is, Jeno never let that moment go. Throughout high school he made sure to let everyone know that you are unfuckable. Good for nothing but finishing his assignments.

The reality is you tried to date, hooked up with various guys from your school. Even some of Jeno’s friends, but it was never enough for you to let any slide all the way home.

Boys your age could never compare to Mr. Suh. The thought of losing your virginity to anyone besides Johnny made you nauseous, no matter how delusional it was.

Between Jeno’s endless torment following you to college and your mother’s budding relationship with your childhood crush, the situation had begun to seem hopeless.

That is until your 18th Birthday.

“Johnny’s coming over for dinner later.” Your mom informs you while cooking up your favorite meal. The only way she’s spoiling you today.

“What??” Jumping up in your seat, you nearly choke on the water you’d been sipping on.

“I invited him, we’ve been seeing each other for 6 months now. Things are getting serious, it’s time you two properly meet. Johnny’s been suggesting it for weeks.” Your mom faces you, a wooden spoon waving your direction sternly. “I don’t want to hear no lip from you about it.”

As if you cared to argue over the news. Your only concern immediately shifted to what you could possibly scramble together from your closet for the evening. The sweats you’d lazed around the house in all day would no longer suffice with the Johnny Suh sitting across from you.

Neither would the grease that had collected on your T-zone. Leave it to your mother to spring this information on you with only two hours to prepare before the love of your life showed up.

Typical, as if she’d ever allow for you to upstage her. Even on your Birthday— very well could be any other day according to your mother.

A crop top that sat just at the top of your ribs and a high waisted pleated skirt would have to be enough. If she’d had the decency to inform you sooner, you could have begged for money. Made a trip to the mall for an appropriate outfit that would impress Johnny more than this.

“Are those my boots?” You mother’s brow quirks as you move around to set up the table. “What have I told you about borrowing my belongings??”

“None of my shoes look good with this..” you mumble under your breath. It’s not that nothing looked good, but every scuffed up pair of sneakers you tried out only seemed to amplify your immaturity. This was your entry into adulthood after all, in more ways than one.

“Go take those off righ—“ she starts with a furious gleam in her eye. Saved by the bell as the front door rings. Earning a squeal from your mom, jumping up to kick her ankles together before removing the apron she’d worn to cook. Smoothing the much too form fitted dress down her hips, making her way down the hall with hips swaying left to right to greet your special guest.

Mr. Suh’s warm greeting echoes off the walls, Italian leather footsteps following along with the click of your mother’s heels back to the dining room.

He’s wearing a tailored deep grey suit, white button up done up to his neck. Long and elegant where he stands at the entrance with hands in his pocket dawning a gentle smile. Hair coiffed, held away from his face to bring his cheekbones forward. Jawline sharp enough to cut through paper, enhancing his long sensuous eyes. The only man that could ever hold a candle to him, none other than Eros; the Greek god of carnal love.

“Fuck me.” You whisper with pursed lips. Subtly sucking at the drool trying to find an escape route down your chin.

“We finally meet!” Johnny exclaims, stepping forward with a hand held out. “You know what, I feel like I already know you!”

He throws himself toward you, knees bending slightly to gather you in a giant bear hug. Wind knocked out your chest more from the shock than the pressure. Enough to have you gasping where your lips land on his bicep, bulging under the material of the crisp Armani suit.

“Ah..yeah.” You stutter, looping an arm around his trim waist. He’s firm—years of exercising to maintain his build evident, dizzying scent, warmly hugging you with the majority of his torso covering your daintier frame. “It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Suh..”

“Don’t be silly, you can call me Johnny.” He beams down at you proudly. Stepping back to scan your features. Gaze dragging lower to your chest fast enough to nearly miss, not that you do.

Dinner goes smoothly enough. Your mother spending most of the time chatting about her week, how much her patients love her and complain whenever she’s off from work, how tired she is after 14 hour long shifts.

“Why won’t you let me treat you to a spa day?” Johnny pouts, gripping her shoulder with a digging palm to loosen the tension.

“You spoil me soo much, how can I possibly ever gift you anything that could compare?” She tuts, batting her eyelashes at him. Making your nose begin to scrunch in disgust, only fully crinkling after Johnny’s response.

“I think you and I both know what you can provide me is better than any gift honey.” He adds with a wink. Locking your lips to not let out a repulsed gagging sound. “Dinner was so delicious, why don’t you go find a movie? We will handle this mess.”

Johnny nods in your direction, pointing over the plates scattered with leftovers needing to be washed.

Did he really just offer for you to clean up this mess? On your Birthday??—

“Ah, you’re too good to me.” Your mom sets him with a giant wet smooch. Smirking at you over her shoulder as she heads to the living room upon Johnny’s instruction to take a ‘load off’ for her exhausting hard work. Sickening.

Before Johnny moves you scurry to stack the plates in front of you, coming to a halt as his large palms wrap over your wrist. Squeezing a sound of disapproval out and shaking his head.

“I’ll take care of them sweetie. Follow me over to the sink for a bit, yeah?”

It’s nerve wracking standing at his side, shadowed by his mass body in comparison to yours. Johnny removes the suit jacket, uncuffing the sleeves of his top to roll them up to his elbows. He takes time washing each plate, the veins up and down his arm flexing against his contracting forearm muscles. Passing you the clean plates to dry off and place in the cabinet above your head.

“I have something for you.” Johnny’s cheeks tint a light pink. He pats his arms dry, cleaning between the two rings on his index and middle finger. “It’s your Birthday, would just be rude of me to show up without a gift.”

“O-oh Mr. Suh, I really wasn’t expecting anyth—“

Johnny’s index finger presses to his lips releasing a light ‘shh’. He reaches inside of his pocket pulling out a long rectangular black velvet box. “I hope you’ll like it.”

The box opens up, unclasping softly displaying a thin brilliant diamond tennis necklace. “You don’t seem to be wearing any jewelry, that’s a shame. A beautiful girl like you deserves the best.”

The action leaves you speechless with your jaw on the floor. This had to have cost him a fortune, already shaking your head trying to function enough to tell him to return it.

Johnny moves around behind you while you try to process your thoughts and remember how to speak correctly.

“Can I?” He mumbles quietly. Nodding a yes to whatever he’s asking. He bundles your hair to one side, draping the thin diamond chain around your throat, eliciting a chill down your spine when the silver meets your skin. “I knew this would look gorgeous on you.”

You think it’s an elated sigh passing between his lips. Irises twinkling as he takes in the way the necklace reflects against your skin. Once again lowering his gaze, this time much more obvious.

“Happy Birthday pretty.”

That’s only how it begins.

Johnny becomes another member of your household after that day. He sleeps over some nights now, making little to no effort to hide his grunts between your mother’s high pitched pig like squeals while he fucks her into the matress night after night, even some mornings. Shamelessly standing around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of low fitted boxer briefs hours later sipping coffee. Fixing you with a large toothy smile and lingering eyes as you munch on breakfast.

It gets worse for you from there. The amount of times you find him shirtless in the living room drenched in sweat working out to kick boxing videos becomes predictable. Each day begins to melt into the next. Nearly passing out when you find him in the garage covered in greasy oil tuning up your mother’s car. He’s everywhere, filling your perverse thoughts with new ideas. Scenarios where you somehow fall, accidentally, landing face first between his glistening pecs.

When your wrist cramps in study hall one day you near breakdown. A diligent student through and through losing sleep to secret desires over your neighbor. Your mom’s boyfriend, jackhammering your clit off every night to the faded memory of his grunts of exertion. The dip in his waist as his hips swiveled with each punch. The trickle of sweat languidly rolling down the center of his broad back, landing in smoke at the top of his nut hugging spandex workout attire.

He’d be the death of you.

“Who taught you to cut fruit like that?” Johnny laughs, head shaking as he approaches closer. The large knife in your hold trembles. Fingers sticky with juices spilling from the apple you’ve sliced in half.

“You’ll hurt yourself that way.” His tongue clicks in disapproval. Moving to stand behind you, engulfing your smaller stature with his arms draped over yours. He takes control of the knife by placing his palm on top of yours. Fingers wrapped tightly, lowering his chin to your shoulder to whisper closely near your ear.

“You gotta do it like this. Hold the apple in place on the cutting board sweetie.” Johnny drawls, maintaining your attention on his side profile instead of anything he’s trying to show you. “Dice them up into 8 halves.”

Blinking upward, his eyes fall half-lidded catching your focused gaze. Bottom half digging forward into your lower back, prodding down the middle.

“Ah!” You hiss, ripping your hand from the apple. The tip of the knife knicks you, too caught up in the waft of your mother’s boyfriends cologne to care about your well-being.

“Ah, you poor thing,” Johnny takes a step back to spin you around to face him. Lifting your hand up with a light grip on your forearm. “Does it hurt badly?”

The words echo through your mind, recited slowly. Unlocking the memory as his smile grows at the end of his question. Head tilting to the side with a knowing look before pressing closer to you, making you gasp for air. He smirks, grabbing a paper towel from the rack behind you. Digging into your hip hard below his waist, taking his time to fold the paper towel before pressing it to the small cut on your finger.

“What am I going to do with you?” Johnny’s tongue drags along his upper teeth, poking from the corner of his mouth. “A clumsy little thing like you really needs someone to take care of them. Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The only way to describe your response is completely dumbfounded. Gaping like a fish out of water to come up with a fast answer. You swallow, nodding, ducking your chin to hide the rise of embarrassment evidently displayed on your face.

Johnny coo’s, stretching fingers to stroke up your jaw. Tugging at your empty earlobe. “With the way things are going, I’ll have to do my best to watch after you. Daddy will have to make sure his little girl can handle the pain.”

That ended up being the most sleepless night of scavenging various websites for the perfect daddy dom videos. Waking up with nothing but guilt filled post-orgasmic clarity and cramped fingers.

It’s impossible to say Johnny was messing with you on purpose. Your own fantasy muddled mind could be playing tricks on you. Making innocent harmless actions a bigger deal than they should be.

That is until Jeno’s 19th Birthday.

“We have an announcement.” Johnny clears his throat. Patting his lips clean with the much too expensive reusable napkin the waiter had laid out on your laps once seated.

Jeno grumbles at your side, more than annoyed to be spending the evening at some 5 star Michelin steak house restaurant with his dad and his latest arm candy(your mother). $100 meal on his plate or not, his plans to get fucked up all night with his friends and the self-proclaimed sorority of ‘Jeno groupies’ had been abolished once his father told him to get dressed.

“An announcement?” You sit up sharply, mumbling quietly. Fidgeting beneath the table cloth as your eyes jump back and forth between Johnny’s hand linked with your mother’s. Not that..anything but that..

“You see kids,” Johnny begins, golden irises coated with spackles of orange glitter from the candlelight placed at the middle of the table. “We’ve been together for 11 months now. Everything has been going great, I’ve never been happier really.”

Your mother fans herself, blinking away the moisture gathering at the backs of her eyes. Johnny smiles with a reassuring squeeze on her fingers. “Because of this, we have decided it’s best to take the next step and live together.”

Jeno’s fork and knife clatter first followed by the sound of a shocked ‘WHAT?’ passing from your lips.

“Dad, are you fucking kidding me??”

“Language!” Johnny snaps quickly, fixing Jeno with a crazed gaze before smoothly returning to his happy-go-lucky calm state. “This weekend, you and your mother will be moving into my house.”

He nods in your direction. Jeno cursing under his breath a ‘fuck this’. Johnny continues to explain how much he wants to take care of the both of you. How tired your mom always is after work, stressed over the mortgage, your college tuition.

He wants to help, he wants you all to be a happy family. At least that’s what he says.

It could be worse, you ponder as you begin to unpack your things in your new bedroom. Twice the size of the one your grew up in with triple the closet space and your own bathroom.

Yes, it could be worse. He could have proposed. But he didn’t, and there was still hope that he wouldn’t..

Sure, Jeno’s bedroom just happens to be right across the hall from yours. Sure he already greeted you this morning with something that sounded like ‘hey ugly’.

Maybe he’s made your life a complete living hell since his Birthday.

What’s a bruised elbow after getting shoved into lockers on your way out of class anyway? It will heal fine.

If only Johnny hadn’t insisted for Jeno to drive you to school as well.

“Jeno, you can’t let pretty girls like this take public transport. Where are the manners I raised you to have, son?”

While that had your stomach doing back-flips, Jeno sang a much different tune.

“You know I’m not pulling into that parking lot with you in my car right?” He says without looking at you. Rapidly drumming his fingers along the steering wheel.

“But, your dad sai…”

“Fuck what that old man said.” Jeno scoffs. Jerking into an abrupt park. “He’s out of his mind. Get the hell out of my car.”

That’s how you end up with a sweaty nape during the last two weeks of September classes. Jeno would drive you far enough from his house for no neighbors to notice. Far too many who made an effort to hold conversations with his dad and rat him out somehow.

No, he’d drop you off 5 miles out; having to chase after the only bus that stopped nearby after. Panting and out of breath jammed between bodies of people rushing to work, the high school students half-asleep still, or the randoms on casual early outings. No one from your school would be caught dead on public transport, you didn’t have much of a choice though.

“I can’t take her home after school dad, I have football practice.” Jeno mutters. Poking the vegetables on his plate side to side.

“That is true..” Johnny sighs, rubbing his chin. “I suppose I can schedule my lunch later in the day? Your school’s not too far, should be enough time to get you back home safely.”

Johnny’s too nice, way too nice.

That’s all you can think sat in his car with your thighs tightly clamped together. Gripping on the door handle to stop yourself from oogling the flex in his forearms maneuvering the steering wheel as he drives you back home.

“You’re a smart girl. Your mom’s always talked about what a good student you are.” Johnny breaks the silence first with his gaze focused on the road ahead. “I wish Jeno cared about his academics more. Partying with his friends seems to be all that he wants to do anymore.”

“I needed a scholarship.” You whisper, playing with a loose thread on your uniform skirt. One you had to purchase from a former student at a discounted price. “Mom can’t cover the full tuition on her own. I’ll lose it if my grades slip.”

“That must put a lot of stress on your shoulders..” Johnny nods. Pulling into the driveway. He sets the gear into park turning to face you. “Don’t worry about that anymore. I’m taking care of you now.”

“Wha—“

“You and your mom.” Johnny smiles calmly. Reaching over and laying his palm on your upper knee. Thumb rubbing caressing soft circles. “You’re so young, you should be able to have fun too.”

“But, Mr. Suh I—“

“Johnny.” He interrupts, squeezing your thigh just above your knee. “I can tell you’re a really a good girl..”

He pauses, taking time to look you over. Fingertips grazing upward just beneath the hem of your skirt. Gripping the tender flesh at your inner thigh. “..you need to destress. Have fun like other teens your age do. School comes first, but let me handle the grown up things. You just keep your grades up in return, deal?”

He stays true to his word. Johnny makes no qualms about paying for any of your expenses. Even offering to open up a credit card for you to use— in case of emergency of course, and by emergency he implies ‘anything your heart desires’.

You know he means it when he asks you to go to the mall one day after school. Needing to acquire a gift for the anniversary with your mother coming up soon, he thinks you can help him find something she’d really love. You are her daughter after all..

“Which one do you think your mom would like best?” He’s looking through a case of earrings, thank fucking hell. Hesitating slightly enough to cause an uproar of panic in your chest when you pass by the rings. “..does she like pink?”

“Pink?” You’re ripped from your rushing thoughts, nibbling at your thumb nail while lost in your admiration. Johnny looked quite striking today despite his laid back appearance. He’s simple for once, in a hoodie and baggy jeans, raising his arms up in a long stretch that gives you peaks of the planes of his abdomen, the brand name on his boxer briefs. “Yeah yeah..pink..sounds good.”

“Shopping for an anniversary gift it seems?” The jeweler behind the counter eavesdrops, smug as he taps on the glass. “How many years are you two celebrating?”

Johnny stands up straight, speaking up before you can muster up something to say. Slinging an arm around your waist, he pulls you close to his chest. “Two years, can you believe it?”

“What an attractive couple!” The salesman covers his mouth with an obnoxious gasp. “Do I hear wedding bells?”

Johnny squeezes you deeper into his side, looking down at you with a wide smile. “If I’m lucky.”

Another loud gasp. “Look at that necklace! Oh I have the perfect pair of earrings to go with that lovely piece.”

“Oh no no it’s oka—“ you start, also gasping as Johnny plants a kiss to the top of your head, just barely missing your forehead. Too confused by the conversation at hand and your overwhelmed emotions shouting because Johnny’s holding you.

“Anything for my princess. Let’s see them!”

Johnny insists you try on the pair of $7000 diamonds. Tugging softly on your earlobe, mumbling something about how bare they are. “Try them on, let me just see how they look sweetie.”

“I..” his lower lip pops out in pout. Widening his eyes and blinking cutely. “Okay..”

Biting down a whimper from his random adorable response, you move to the mirror. Sighing with shaky hands to push the needle in your ear. Fearing you’ll drop one of the precious gems like an idiot. Positive you’ve never held— let alone touched anything this expensive.

“I really like how those look on you.” Johnny sucks on his upper lip, biting the meat between his teeth. Flitting over the soft column of your neck with intrigue. “He was right. They go perfectly with the necklace.”

“They’re..they cost more than my tuition..” you say, met with a confident smirk over your shoulder. Catching Johnny’s gaze in the mirror placed before you.

“What have I told you about the price of things?” His palm rests on your upper back, slowly inching down ending right above the curve of your ass.

With a hushed sound of surprise you lightly nod. “The price of things don't matter.. I’m more important than the price of anything?”

“Exactly sweetie.” Fingers creep just a bit lower, digging into the perky mound just beneath. “Daddy loves to see you happy. No matter what the cost.”

He sends you out of the store to pick up some of your mother’s favorite candies. Never allowing you to read the receipts or hear the price total. Johnny has a good job you suppose, he works from home, and seems to have a flexible schedule. He’s smart, cunning, quick on his feet. Well studied to know how the human brain functions. The more you come to learn about him, the harder it becomes to deny your deepest desires.

Finishing your assignments faster means more time to dedicate to your favorite website. Tumblr has become your hidden sanctuary to escape and deep dive into your fantasies. Ranting everyday about your mother’s boyfriend, your older neighbor, Mr. S who makes your heart throb from every pulse.

Venturing into x rated sites helped, it was only a matter of time before daddy dom and teenage virgin searches turned into sexy step dad using his step daughter. Even if the thought of Johnny marrying your mother brought you to tears, the idea of a step-father had you curious enough to find yourself watching nonetheless.

‘Today Mr. S bought me earrings. He touched me and complimented my beauty again. Sometimes I really wish he’d do more. Sneak into my room at night and fuck me awake. Make me scream into my pillow while reminding me that I’m not just any pretty girl, but I’m his pretty girl..

Oh and I really want him to fuck me full of cum until it’s shooting out of my nose.’

You type the last bit at rapid speed when your mom’s voice shouts for you to come eat dinner. Biting down on your lip and adding the tag- ‘Mister S’ little slut’.

She calls again, screaming louder until her throat cracks. Running from your bedroom at another shout of your name, you shove your laptop down, missing the sound of it clicking shut. Jogging to the bathroom to splash water on your heated skin before earning curious questions over dinner.

“I’ll get her honey.” Johnny smiles sweetly, waving for her to take a seat before running up the stairs. He knocks on your door, nose poking in with a glance around. Pushing the door left slightly ajar open the rest of the way, he steps in, peeping a look into the bathroom. “Hmm.”

Shrugging he turns to leave, foot paused as he catches your lit up screen. Laptop halfway shut and unfortunately at full brightness. The moving image of nude bodies throttling together sparks his interest the most. Reaching over to quietly close your door before opening up the device.

The pornographic images have him shocked at first, but reading the texts posts between has Johnny’s jaw on the floor in seconds.

‘Mr. S?’ He repeats the nickname in his head, pulling out his phone to get a photo of the URL. Placing your laptop back in place, completely shut this time before making a silent exit. Everything left untouched to never indicate anyone else’s presence.

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Dinner goes as usual, your mother oversharing stories from her day at work. Whining about how much her feet hurt. Johnny letting her know he’d rub them before bed once he wraps up a few things in his office. Jeno sits at your side with headphones on, tapping his phone screen as he plays some mobile game between bites. Mumbling curses here and there to himself.

“Any dessert my love?” Your mother asks Johnny, failing to acknowledge your existence.

“Oh honey I wish!” He pats his stomach dramatically. “Think I will burst if I eat more. Maybe a cup of tea to get me through these next two hours?”

“Of course, anything for you.” She winks, crumbles of dry mascara fall to her cheekbones. Picking up only hers and Johnny’s dirty plates to clean.

“Come to my office after you wash up.” Johnny turns to you out of nowhere, having not once looked at you throughout dinner. His lips fall into a flat line, fixing a quick glance toward Jeno. Mobile gaming sounds blare past his headphones. Johnny clears his throat returning to look at you, speaking to you in a serious tone. “We have to talk. Don’t mention it to your mother.”

He moves to the kitchen shortly after. Leaving you sat there lost with your mouth hung open. Jeno flicks your chin pulling out a headphone.

“Isn’t it enough you gawk at me all day at school?” He sneers. “Now you get to drool over me in the privacy of my own house.”

“I don’t like you like that.” You glare in return, reaching to grab his mostly empty plate. Jeno had instilled fear in you for years by now, you cleaned up after him without question.

He stops your movement, grabbing onto your upper arm, licking across his bottom lip. “But you do like me.”

It’s not a question. He’s expectant, waiting for a response. Receiving nothing but an eye roll before you head into the kitchen. Johnny already retreated to his home office as your mom rests on the couch with her feet up catching up on some new drama she’s hooked to.

Timidly you walk down the hallway to Johnny’s office. It’s built for him to work peacefully. Two large wooden doors always shut when you walk by in the afternoon. No voices or sounds emitting past the walls despite the hours he spends on video with patients crying over their parents never showing them proper love.

Raising your fist to knock multiple times, you pace back and forth for a few minutes wondering what he could want. His behavior over dinner had been..different. He didn’t even ask you about the assignments you completed today like he normally did.

Taking a deep breath you reassure yourself it’s probably nothing. You hope it’s nothing. Knocking as softly as you can.

“Yes, come in.” Johnny calls out, just barely reaching your ears. Hand already on the doorknob prepared to barge in and find out what you’ve done to upset him whether he answered or not. He nods as you enter, waving in the direction to the door behind you. “Lock it please.”

Fidgeting you make to turn the door handle quickly. Directed to sit in one of the leather seats in front of Johnny’s work desk. He’s wearing his glasses, appearing older than his years whenever he does. Reminding you that he is not actually some college senior you’re lusting after— but a much older man who could very well be your father.

“Have I done something wrong?” You question meekly. Shoulders slumped mentally preparing yourself for trouble.

Johnny’s gaze is cold when he meets yours. Even behind the lenses, his eyes carry none of his usual softness.

“Can you explain this to me?” Johnny leans over, turning the large computer screen on his desk to face you. Met with a brightened display of your tumblr blog. Moving photos of lewd sex acts jump off the screen at you bulging your eyes out of the sockets. Scooting out from the leather chair with a jump you almost land on your ass. Hanging off the seats ledge in fear.

“Oh my God! Wha—I….” You start to blabber in panic. Body overcome with a whirl of tremors rocking up and down your limbs. “Ho-how! I..I-I..I can explain!”

Johnny’s lips purse together in thought, shoulders lifting and falling with a lame shrug. Sitting back further in his seat he nods motioning for you to continue.

“Explain.”

“I—I…I—“ it’s a lie of course. You can’t explain it at all. The thought of Johnny discovering your darkest secrets never once crossed your mind. Academically smart makes no difference when your brain is useless for anything else. The tears spew out past your control, falling down to your knees shouting out pleads. Mixed somewhere between groveling whimpers and snot filled sniffles.

This was it, this was the end.

Johnny’s smiling to himself, letting out a long loud drawn out sigh ensuring you still hear it over your incessant humiliated tears. He stands up, circling around his desk. Leg crossing on top of the other, arms crossed on his chest letting you wail like you did the first time he found you. Ankle trapped in your bike chain, tear stricken with fear that you’d twisted it. He never forgot, pretending to never notice the way you’d circle by on your bikes that changed over the years.

Innocently naive, sweet, ready to be trained.

He lets your tormented sounds wash over him. Rolling his eyes shut, enjoying it more than he should. Knew you’d be a cryer, sensed your submission from early on. A smart girl ready to absorb and learn. Exactly what he needs.

“There there now.” Johnny coo’s, lifting you to face him with palms cupped under your chin. Staring up with blurred giant watery eyes. Feeling himself twitch against his inner thigh at the devastating vision of you distraught in tears. “I understand sweetie.”

“Y-you d-do?”

“Of course.” His tongue clicks, biting at his lower lip to contain a smile. “You’re just so pure..”

Bending down, Johnny grabs you around the waist to set you on weak ankles. Keeping you held up in place with an arm belted around your waist. He reaches for a tissue from behind on his desk. Pouting cutely as he begins to wipe your cheeks.

“Inexperienced perhaps?” He lets his question drag, waiting for your admission. With droopy eyes you focus on the slight rise and fall of his chest, feebly nodding. “Have you ever?”

All you can do is shake your head ‘no’. Too embarrassed to speak, tongue swollen from your cries. Johnny’s pleased you’re too shy to even look at him right now, unable to hold back his grin this time. He knew it, virgin written all over you.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a good thing.” He says calmly.

“I-it is?” You glance up, receiving a warm smile. Johnny takes the time to sit you back down. He squats before you gathering your hands together in his.

“Of course, a good thing for a good girl like you..” he trails off, releasing a sound of dismay. “..but this online public journal of yours, it’s concerning. I have to tell your mother about this.”

“No! Johnny please!” Shooting up ramrod straight you clasp around his fingers. Vocals coming out as soft and sugary sweet as you can muster. “You can’t tell her! I’ll do anything!”

Johnny has to blink repeatedly to contain his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. It was almost too easy, you played right into his hands better than he could have ever planned for.

“I have an idea sweetie.” He sighs, lifting your fingers to look over your bitten down nails. “I’ve observed you for months now(years). You’re stressed, you don’t enjoy the things other teens your age do. All you do is lock yourself up in your room and study, suppressing your hormones. I’ve helped similar cases before in different ways..”

Johnny moves to stand up, he cups your cheeks sweeping away the droplets of new tears that still slip out. Gently smiling as he goes on. “I seem to be the root of your problems here. I want to help.”

“Do-do…do y-you think I need therapy?” You wonder, doing your best to control your throat from cracking. He sucks in air, head tilting to the side in thought.

“..Something like that angel. I think some one on one time could really help you.” He steps back releasing your face. Burning in the aftermath of his touch, Johnny taps the computer screen to remind you of your current dilemma. “You want to do these things you post about, am I correct?”

“Y-yes..but..” you start, chewing at the insides of your cheeks nervously. “..but I try to with..boys my age..”

“You want to try these things with me?”

It’s impossible to not choke on your saliva. The room spinning around you as if you’ve been dragged into a dream, or a nightmare. Swiftly nodding your head up and down, signifying ‘YES!’

Johnny leans over, grabbing the computer’s mouse to scroll the first page of your tumblr account. He stops on a gif of a woman’s face covered in spit. Mouth agape nodding with large eyes as a cock smacks her across the cheek. Forcing its way inside until it bulges through her throat.

“We can do that.” Johnny shocks you, flitting his lazed gaze back to yours. Reaching for his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper tickles your eardrums before you register the man in front of you getting down to his boxer briefs. “You think you’re ready?”

It feels out of body, chin moving up and down nodding much like the woman in the gif had. Eagerly, anticipating to finally see, smell, feel everything you’ve ever dreamt of.

“Open up wide for me.” He instructs stepping forward. “I’m a bit large, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Have to prep your throat to take me.”

Johnny examines your tongue when you pop open your lips forming a perfect ‘O’. His index finger presses down on the center eliciting a strained moan from the back of your throat. He hums, rubbing back until you’re choking for air, trying to flick your tonsils. “Have you ever done anything before? Nod for yes.”

With your nod Johnny grabs onto his length, crushing the tip of his wet cock against the fabric of his briefs. It stains with precum, pushing a load of wetness obscenely out of your entrance. Underwear drenched without any indication he’ll even touch you there. Johnny presses his middle finger alongside the other. Squirming your thighs together like matches starting a fire. “Not too innocent then, are you?”

You’re more excited than you should be, wrapping your lips around his fingers in attempt to suck around them. Coughing and gagging when the tips of his nails graze the back of your throat. He tsks, head shaking with disapproval.

“Slow princess, practice makes perfect.” He slides free from your mouth. Drawing spit down your chin along the way.

Your eyes dart to the stain on his briefs. “I w-want more..”

“Ready to take daddy’s cock?” Johnny says it so nonchalantly. This time the nickname ignites a coiling rush through your gut. Surging forward to grab onto his thighs, your tongue falls out past your lips. Licking the wet patch on his boxers.

“Take it out baby.” Upon his order you reach inside timidly. Trembling fingers snake around his length, unable to fully wrap around him. The fear sets in, maybe you aren’t ready. Johnny can tell, massaging fingers through your scalp reassuringly. “Too big? Just try angel. You can do it.”

It’s enough to get your jaw aching at first, swallowing him down more than halfway. Pushing yourself more than you have before to impress him. You’ve had some practice and studied enough porn by now to know taking his full length will make him feel good.

In spite of gagging nastily around him, you hallow your cheeks lowering further down. Johnny’s responsive, gripping your hair, holding your head still. His hips buck forward groaning once his cock can’t sink any deeper inside.

“Fuck, you see how you’re such a good girl? Taking me like nothing princess.” Johnny does his best to praise you, but he’s less willing to hold back now. Even as your hands push on his upper thigh, he bucks forward letting out raspy groans. “Come on, relax for me. You’re doing so, so damn good. I’m not gonna last long.”

Spits flows out as you cough, guzzling around his length, having to make an effort to breathe through your nose.

He’s true to his word, repeating between hisses for you to ‘take it’. Retching around him as he speeds up. Eyelashes fluttering as his eyes roll up into his skull. “Fuck yeah. That’s how daddy likes it.”

Johnny stills, making your neck bend back from his heavy weight pushing down. Painting your throat with hot strips of cum. It feels like enough to drip out of every one of your orifices, that is what you wished for..

“Come here..” he helps you stand up, cleaning your face off with fresh tissues. Kissing your bruised lips airy light. “That was incredible.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, wanting to whimper and plead for him to touch you. Picking up on your silent request, he notes the time pessimistically. “It’s getting late.”

Frowning, he leads you to the door, pausing with a more serious expression.

“Oh, and..” Johnny cups you around the waist. Large fingers almost meet as he enjoys the feeling of your smaller frame delicately encased in his hold. Having to shut his eyes to ward off the rageful thoughts to throw you down on his desk and take what belongs to him. “I believe it goes without saying, but do not tell your mother about this. In fact, I need you to remove that blog, you cannot discuss what we do with anyone.”

“I won’t say anything..” you quietly mumble. Throat aching and requesting water. Johnny smiles, leaning his neck lower to kiss the arch of your brow.

“Good girl. You did great, get some rest.”

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You should feel guilty the next day. You should feel something besides a sore throat and swollen lips, but not even Jeno’s snarky commentary can ruin your elation today.

“Since when do you wear earrings?” He pulls at the jewelry gleaming on your earlobe. Squinting and scoffing. “Those are a little too nice for you, daddy buy you those?”

“You can drop me off right here.” You are already unlocking the passenger door. Annoying Jeno further as he has to press down on the brakes immediately. Freeing yourself from the confines of his car before he can pester you any longer. It’s not as if you don’t have to deal with him at school already.

“Hey!” Jeno shouts out of the window, running toward the opposite direction where you know he won’t be able to follow you. Even if it meant risking your perfect attendance by being tardy. You would not allow him to ruin your day, not yet.

Despite doing the most to avoid him, Jeno waits for you to show up. Sat on the hood of his car scrolling idly through his phone. He even texted you asking how much longer you’d be, noting that there’s no way you would make it on time.

“Hey, what’s the deal?” Jeno jogs to meet you entering the school grounds. Shoving into your side with his crossbody bag. “Try to make me crash this morning? You think that shit’s funny?”

“Leave me alone!” You shout, a few heads turning to face the two of you entering the hallway to get to your first lecture of the day with one minute left to spare.

Jeno, of course, does not leave you alone. He doesn’t even share this class with you. That doesn’t stop him from sitting right next to you. He’s glaring now, catching a glimpse of the necklace hidden beneath the collar of your uniform. A small bit of skin exposed when you begin to pull out your notes and textbook.

“He got you that too didn’t he?” Jeno grits.

“God, what’s it to you? Can’t stand that your dad is actually a nice person unlike you??” You whisper. Keeping your focus ahead as your teacher rolls on with today’s lesson. College professors could care less about attendance, you’d be caught easily enough if you’re strolling into class late everyday.

“You think he’s a good person?” Jeno smirks, nodding. “He’s a great actor, I’ll give him that. Puts all those years spent studying the human brain to good use. My dad knows how to manipulate better than anyone.”

“He’s not manipulative Jeno. He’s a nice guy.”

He huffs out of his nose at that, leaning back comfortably into his seat. “Why? Because he took you and your mother in? Picking up strays off the street to adore him after some pointless acts of generosity. Don’t you find that suspicious at all? Why would he choose your mom out of everyone?”

“I don’t know!” You hiss, striking him down with a fierce glare. “I need to pay attention, leave!”

Jeno hates being ignored. He hates whenever anyone else can garner more attention than him. He’d never admit it but he’s always felt the need to compete with his father.

If his father worked out everyday, so would Jeno. If his father could fuck through every woman in town, so could Jeno.

Learning his father has been impressing you with his typical tactics sets off a ticking time bomb. Jeno stands up, shoving your belongings off your desk on his way to the exit.

He’s upset, sure, when isn’t he. It’s not as if you care about what Jeno thinks at all. Why should you when he’s been dead set to pick on you since the day you first met.

Johnny Suh’s the portrait of an examplimentary dad.

At least that is the image he works hard to uphold. If you were to ask his only child, Jeno, he would have much to dispute otherwise.

Jeno enjoys the life Johnny provides him through endless hours of work. His father having graduated valedictorian from university prior to landing a high paying job evaluating the psyche of stuck-up rich teenagers. Johnny had become more than professional at manipulating sniveling brats who spent their days missing school to burn through their parents black American express cards.

All the while neglecting his own son who had utilized his free time to take his frustrations and grief out on anyone who so much as accidentally looked at him the wrong way. Jeno’s main entertainment had also become a game of manipulation. His striking good looks paired with and unrelenting rage to curb his hunger with others' misery made for a deathly combination.

It just so happened that you often painted the picture of a perfect victim. Conveniently missing the way Jeno’s foot extended out, tripping over it leaving a scuff behind on his newly imported leather Gucci boots. Jeno wasted no time to berate you as you scrambled to gather your spilled belongings. Kicking your textbooks aside as he yelled the question- “and how exactly to you plan to pay me back for fucking up my shoes?!”

Your unassertive meek demeanor only stirred his contempt. Jeno squats down to taunt you at an even closer distance. Minty breath passes between his perfectly aligned white teeth. Everything about Jeno screamed money. Having never once suffered the embarrassment of not being able to afford school lunch for the week, unlike you.

“I asked you a fucking question.” Jeno would scoff. Reaching up to flick the shell of your ear, already burning with embarrassment as on-lookers stood around. Most laughing and joining in on Jeno’s antics. Some silently cringing, never to speak up against anything the most popular guy in school who managed to toy with the student body like a bunch of puppets on strings. It wasn’t kill or be killed. It was stay silent, move like you’re invisible, or suffer the consequences.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled under your breath. Jeno sneered at that. Snatching your binder full of homework for the week. Your weekends were never spent out partying with other reckless freshly turned adults. A fat chance you’d ever be invited to one of Jeno’s summer ragers.

“Look at this.” Jeno smirks, licking his index finger, swiping through the pages neatly organized in your binder. “Already caught up on all of your assignments.”

His head lifts, strong chin catching the light hardening his features even more. Glaring down at you beneath hooded eyes where you shrivel up weakly on your knees. “That’s great, you’ll need the extra time to make sure you can complete all of mine.”

It’s unfortunate how clear that memory is now as you work on Jeno’s Biology assignment. Papers slewed across the large dining room table. Leaving you wondering why they even needed a table this large with only the two living in such an oversized house for so long now.

The led in your pencil snaps under pressure, swallowing down a deep breath when Johnny’s palms splay out flat around your body. The deep rumble in his chest vibrates along your back. A “humm” sounding above your head where he leans over pretending to read over everything you’re writing.

“Such a smart girl.” Johnny presses in closer. His upper lip brushes against your earlobe like a faded breath of air. He’s close, too close, suffocating you. Enough for the mechanical pencil in your hold to shake between your trembling fingers. “You’re always working so hard, aren’t you?”

All you can manage is to lick your suddenly dry lips and swallow vocally. Johnny’s nose drags up past the shell of your ear. Elevating his weight off your smaller frame enough for you to suck down a deep breath. Collecting your hair, Johnny smooths it behind your ear. Stroking against the area Jeno had flicked once before, making the shiver intensify as it rolls down your spine.

“You’re still so nervous, so shy around me.” Johnny coos. The tip of his nose runs down from where your hair parts to the column of your throat. Plump lips etch your skin with his words. “After showing me what a depraved little whore you only dream of being for me? You have the audacity to still act so sweet and innocent?”

A smile grows on Johnny’s lips when you let out a whiny gasp. His index finger and thumb lightly pinching your earlobe. Catching the dining room chandeliers reflection against the diamond earrings he’d bought you. “Do you see how I was right? They’re so pretty on you sweetie.”

You nod, barely. Body locking up tight under his scrutinizing eyes. Johnny seems unsatisfied with your silence. Nipping the shell of your ear hard, his mouth presses closer, hotly.

“You still have yet to show me why you deserved them.” Johnny rasps. His whispered tone more maniacal than the usual concerned speech he uses on you.

“I..” you start. Johnny aiming you with a discontent look through your peripheral. “Jeno..” you blink fast to the side, noting the time. “Jeno..he’ll be home soon.”

Johnny straightens up, relieving your spine of his heavier body. Even your lungs expand, able to breathe without panic any longer. He smooths back locks of light brown strands that had fallen around his face.

“Exactly.” Johnny’s expressionless. Unzipping his slacks with an intense gaze fixated on your mouth, still swollen after last night's late excursion.

He grabs your chin with a rough pinch, jerking you to concentrate on his movements releasing the button keeping him contained. Vocals gruff as he steps closer until you’re face to face with his groin.

“Daddy taught you how to be quick for a reason.”

“Yes daddy.” Wasting no more precious time you shove down his briefs. Burying your nose right under the lining of his heavy sack with a deep inhale.

“My good girls nasty too, isn’t she?” He yanks your head up, eyeing over your heated appearance. Mouth hung open allowing him to prod and poke against your lips and tongue. “Just like that. This is how I always wanna see you now angel. Holes ready to be used up for me.”

He buries inside before you can say anything, not that you were going to. Stilling when your nose smashes against his pelvis. Flustered from the second you cough around him harshly, tears spill down your cheeks like hot steam.

All you can do is squirm in your seat, Johnny taking full control again with a mean grip on your hair. Your scalp hurts right away, pummeled into aggressively. Johnny groaning between your breathless whines.

Wet filthy sounds become garbled in a slew of spit and choked out gasps. Drool pools out, smacked across your cheek with Johnny’s wet swollen member. “You’re too good at this, just want more of daddy’s cum don’t you?”

Gulping, lips too thick to even shut your mouth, you nod up to him. Trying to sniffle more of your tears away. “Please, daddy, please.”

Johnny curses, fisting you by your hair back on his cock. Mumbling something your clogged up ears can hardly understand.

“Gonna swallow all of it like a good girl.”

He rocks with vigor, chasing the last bit of pleasure nearly reaching his high. Jaw aching after having only taken his girth less than half a day ago.

The door slams shut noisily signifying a new presence. Judging by the way it shuts aggressively followed by loud footsteps trudging their way to the kitchen you can tell it’s Jeno.

“God damnit.” Johnny mutters a string of curses under his breath. Yanking free from your mouth with tendrils of saliva stuck to the tip of his length. Dripping down your neck onto the shiny diamond necklace.

Tucking himself in, his chin jerks toward you. “Hurry, go to your room before he sees you.”

Scurrying to gather your belongings is the least of your concern when you see the huge spot of drool on Jeno’s assignment. Mentally hoping that dries up before you hand it over to him.

It goes on like that for the next few weeks. To the point that Johnny begins to ignore you, at least that's how you start to feel. Morning kisses, afternoon makeouts in various closets, late night sneaky pecks. They happen less and less, why the fuck can’t your mom just stay in place?!

If it’s not her, it’s Jeno showing up at the worst time!

Johnny finds you in the garage after you decide to burn off steam with a run on the treadmill. Once again familiar with an ache in your wrist, positive your balls would be blue if you had any.

He’s about to head out to run some errands for your mother, pausing when he spots you chugging down water. If he remembers correctly, Jeno should be in his room right now.

“Get in the car right now.” He says, pulling you by the wrist toward the backseat of his range rover.

“But I’m all sweaty!”

“Even better.” Unlocking the door, he pushes you in first, climbing in after you.

“Wait! Where are we going!!”

“Shh” Johnny flattens you on the backseat, lower half shoving down against yours. He laps the trickles of sweat on your chest and neck. Tongue picking up all of the sweat that keeps rolling out. The cars stuffy from hours of sitting in the garage with no filtration.

Johnny maneuvers around behind you, acting fast to free his cock. He lodges right between your thighs from behind. Face dropping to the crook of your neck biting soft enough to not leave a mark, that would only raise questions from your mom.

He starts panting, thrusting hard against your clothed ass. Large palm splayed on your soaked hip. “Need to fuck you so bad sweetie, going crazy.”

He sounds near tears, puffing breaths on your burning skin. Grabbing onto the side of the passenger seat with one arm, you whimper pushing back to meet his gaining thrusts.

It’s too good to be true, yet again. Already planning to sleep with your soiled bottoms under your pillow tonight while you get off to the memory of Johnny’s climax dripping down your thighs. It all comes to a halt when the garage opens up noisily. Clattering sounds following. The two of you stuck in a petrified position breathing shallowly.

It’s not your mom, at least. Evident by Jeno’s disrespectful curse words flying left and right. Going off about some stupid skateboard he’s trying to find.

“God, fuck this!” Johnny smacks the passenger seat in front of you. Cock hard, throbbing between your soaked spandex shorts. Jeno doesn’t even close the garage behind, stepping in and out to find various tools for his skateboard.

“Why is he always moving my shit!” You can hear him shouting to himself just outside of the vehicle. Wrenching his way through the cubbies of appliances and tools organized against one of the garage walls.

Johnny apologizes into your shoulder, plotting how each of you will get out at separate times just in case Jeno happens to walk in again.

He lets you escape first, gingerly opening the door to avoid making any sound. It seems helpless as you shower off your dried sweat. The situation you’ve ended up with leaves you with little opportunities to find yourselves alone. Maybe it’s your destiny to be a virgin forever, that’s what Jeno always said..

A new text message notification pops on your lockscreen upon shutting your bedroom door.

Johnny- ‘This isn’t going to work.’

You- ‘What do you mean?’

Johnny- ‘This weekend, tell your mother you’ll be sleeping over at a friend's house. Come up with a good reason.’

You- ‘A friend’s house? Why?’

Johnny- ‘Do as I say, okay sweetie? Daddy will handle the rest.’

He keeps it short, ordering you to delete this conversation from your phone. Sure, it knocks on your guilty conscience. You know it’s wrong, but how wrong can it really be when it feels this good..

“I have to make a business trip this weekend, honey.” Johnny mentions over dinner that night. Stilling the fork in your hand poking at your salad. This weekend when you’d be spending the night at a friend’s house ‘working on a project’..at least that’s what you told your mom earlier..

“This weekend my love?” She pouts. “I can’t come with you, I work Sunday through the night.”

“Ah, that’s okay darling.” Johnny smiles gently, patting her on the arm. “It’s a boring conference anyway. Just updated studies on bipolar depression and schizophrenia. I’ll be exhausted after hours of power points and people interrupting with their own experiences.”

“You work too hard babe.” She says, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. Johnny steals a quick glance your way while your mother’s distracted planting him with a peck.

“That I do.”

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The weekend can’t come soon enough. Johnny doesn’t give you much detail other than where to wait for him promptly at 11am sharp.

Even after you get inside the range rover Johnny spares you no more than a warm greeting. Cranking up the music playing as he enters the freeway. Still clueless to where he’s taking you.

He enters the city further out miles away from the streets you grew up on. Entering the downtown area where lines up fancy shops and restaurants grace the buildings. Johnny drives up to a skyscraper sized hotel, immediately bellhops and valets attend to you. Snatching your overnight bag and purse, they greet him boisterously.

“Mr. Suh! Long time no see!” He tosses his keys, jeering with them. Sneaking tips into the palms of their hands upon exchanging words.

“Things have changed a lot this year.” He mentions, sounding more sleazy than you’ve ever noticed.

“Your usual suite sir.” Another attendee approaches, passing a keycard. Johnny doesn’t even have to stand in line to formally check-in. How often must he stay at this hotel..

“Indeed. Please ensure my belongings are prioritized.” Waving off the staff, Johnny’s arm drapes around the back of your waist. Hand lifted to direct you inside this lavish hotel. Everyone lounging inside at the various seating areas dripped head to toe in designer. A warning would have been great, you think, pigeon toed to hide your shoes as Johnny leads you to the elevators.

“A hotel?” You pipe up, still under his control walking into the lift. He loosens up once you’re alone, pulling you into his chest with both arms circling your waist.

“Now I get you all to myself.” Johnny lets out a long sigh falling into a soft smile. “Surprise.”

“We’re staying here?”

“Yes sweetie, just the two of us.” Chewing on his upper lip he stays latched onto you. The suite, Johnny’s usual suite, is right ahead. One of the three on the floor you exit at. “Are you happy?”

Unlocking the door, you’re rendered speechless. The suite’s enormous, fully equipped with a kitchen, living room, and jacuzzi. It’s more of a bachelor pad than Johnny’s house could ever be.

“You come here a lot?” You ask taking everything in. Hugged from behind with his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“I used to. Haven’t had any reason for months now..”

Johnny’s not one to explain himself much, and you don’t ask too many questions. Just how he likes it.

The bedroom is immaculate, smells expensive even. Crisp linen freshly washed, not that it would matter by the end of your stay.

“One bed..” you can’t figure out how you didn’t realize it sooner. Johnny planned this to have you all to himself. No more interruptions from Jeno or your mother.

He pets the back of your head, noticing the way your breath quickens. Stroking up and down your side with tender squeezes on your waist. “For us, baby.”

It’s better than any of the day dreams you’ve distracted yourself with while bored in class. Johnny helps you lay down. He sucks in his upper lip with a smirk, tracing from the necklace down over your shirt to your navel. Dipping in, he moves onto the bed caging you between his legs. Knees dipping around your hips sinking the mattress deeper beneath you.

“You trust me. Don’t you, pretty?” It’s too much to process. Johnny’s massive figure above you, his palms splayed flat by your head encompassing you under his frame completely.

After every wish on a star, every candle blown out on your birthdays, every fallen eyelash blown away. Your wish was going to come true.

Johnny was going to take your virginity.

“Yes..”

“Yes what now, baby?” Cocking a brow, Johnny’s hips find yours. Still carrying his weight, just enough for you to feel where he’s grown thick and hard.

“Yes..daddy..”

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.” Johnny says it slowly meeting your lost gaze.

“D-daddy…please fuck me?” Maybe the saccharine tone you ask in sets him off. Johnny’s tearing your clothing off in seconds. He feels brainless looking over the curves and dips on your body, having to knead and grope at every crevice. Even growling deep in his throat.

“You’ve never done this before, right angel?” He knows the answer, but hearing it again is almost good enough to have him cumming in his pants.

“Never daddy..” you shyly admit again. Johnny seems satisfied with that.

He’s pushing your thighs open, upper lip sucked in instinctively. Amazed by how wet you are, enough to pool beneath your ass already. Too irresistible to bother wasting time to stretch you out first. Johnny pushes on the backs of your thighs until your lungs feel compressed, making it harder to breathe already. He moves down onto his stomach to get a look up close. Spreading your fleshy folds apart with two fingers. His cock sinks into the bed too excited, the tip of his tongue dipping in for just a sliver of taste.

“Fuck.. you’re sinful.” He whispers, shivering from your cunt down to your fingertips. “Gonna fuck you pretty baby.”

Johnny sits back up on his haunches, expertly working on removing his garments. He’s long, strong, muscles etched better than any Greek God. Eros could only wish to be so flawless.

He lines up to your waiting entrance, chest pushed out reminding you of all the days you spent sitting across the street from Johnny’s house watching him exercise. He tickles up to the backs of your knees, pushing you down into a folded position. Cockhead piercing past the tight furl, too tight just barely inside. Fearing he won’t even be able to last more than a few minutes.

“Fuck..” His dicks twitching, focused on your hole convulsing around just the tip. Barely able to fit even with how ridiculously wet you are. Johnny has to pace himself, for your sake and his. Letting one of your legs flop down to rub your clit, slowly entering inch by inch. Turned into a moaning mess beneath him, spewing out delicate little embarrassed moans.

“Sound so pretty for me don’t you?“ Johnny says, enjoying the show of your cunt struggling to take his size. The size difference between the two of you turning him on even more despite his best efforts to control himself. He let’s out a garbled rasp, meeting obstruction finally sinking the rest of the way in to the hilt. Cock completely blanketed in warmth and wetness.

“D-daddy, s’too big…too big..” you mewl. Pulsing around the cock splitting you open.

“Ah, you poor thing..” Johnny cups your face, sweeping the pads of his thumbs under the tired rims of your eyes. Pushing the tears that continue to river out off your cheeks. “Does it hurt badly?”

Johnny catches your bitten plump bottom lip before you can get a word out. Sucking down the surprised gasp you let out while you nod, it hurts. It all hurts but it feels good. It feels just as good as a sugary cold treat sliding down your throat while Johnny pets your head..

“D-daddy.. please..” he catches each breathy word, attacking your mouth with deepened kisses. Exhaling shakily between tender pecks he scatters across your upper lip to your Cupid’s bow.

“Daddy’s got you pretty.” He nods. Returning to your sensitive clit, rubbing profusely. Your eyes screw shut, overstimulated by each pointed thrust. Cunt swallowing up the length pistoning in and out of you. Slippery wet and splashing against Johnny’s skin each time your hips meet. Moans and lewd squelches fly around the hotel room at a deafening volume. Stuffing your ears with heat the closer your orgasm approaches.

“Daddy..c-cum, I’m cumming!” You whimper, eagerly rutting against Johnny for release. Stimulated more than you’ve ever been able to achieve on your own. It’s all too much, pressed under his weight, punching the oxygen from your lungs as his thrusts ram into you. Hips recklessly fucking against you at renewed speed.

“Best dick you’ll ever take, baby.” Johnny heaves, making you moan erratically at that. Pussy clenching around his length hard until he has to slow down burying to the base of his length with a grind. Fingers pinching your clit through the powerful orgasm surging through your body.

You’re sealed around him too tight, trembling under his figure hard enough to send vibrations down to his balls. Johnny has to gnaw on your shoulder, slobbering to control the incessant urge to bite down. Snapping around him like a boa constrictor, he thinks he could die like this. Buried 9 inches deep inside of you, lodged up to your cervix endlessly dripping cum until you burst at the seams. He tries to thrust just a few more times, hiding a growl with your shoulder to muffle how wanton he sounds. It’s long and intense, thrusting sharply one more time to fuck his cum deeper inside of you.

It’s hard enough to glide out, stuck on the way your walls chase after him. He’s still hard, too hard to stop. Managing to get you on your stomach, ignoring your petulant whimpers. Landing slaps across your ass, soothing the warmth left behind over and over again to let you recover.

He’s not ready to stop, even if you are. Slotting up your hips, Johnny gets a pillow under you to keep you angled perfectly for his cock. Shapely ass perked up, spread open showing off your wrecked hole smeared with a fresh load of cum. Saved for him to have, to fuck over and over again.

The thought shoots through him spine to balls. Shoving the tip of his cock side to side just to watch the way you swell around him. Teeth bury into his upper lip listening for your pretty cries, inch by inch entering back inside. Saving the memory of your cunt sucking him down.

Despite your body's initial resistance, Johnny works you up into a frenzy of hot lust. Fucking you through the night even after your limbs give out. The clutch you’ve maintained on the bedding releases, eyes fallen shut breathing shallowly.

“My pretty sleeping princess.” He lets out tiredly. Holding himself up right in a push-up position above your back. Slowly kissing the top of your spine, cock still rigid hard inside of you. With hands on your waist he positions you comfortably without slipping out. Stroking messed up strands of sweaty hair away from your face.

Thinking over how he might lose his mind fucking you until you have to check out tomorrow. He’d have to bring you back again once you’re used to going round after round.

It’s been awhile since he last spent time in his favorite suite. If he recalls correctly he had two guests the last time, making use of the jacuzzi hours into the night.

That had to stop once your mother had shown him a photo of her daughter over a dinner date one evening. Finally convincing her to invite him over on your Birthday of all days. It was almost too perfect.

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Eye contact with Johnny becomes dangerous after your weekend together. If your mother is at work, Jeno is home. If Jeno’s at practice or out with his friends, your mom’s all over Johnny.

But you need more, you both do.

“Hey Jeno, practice today?” Johnny asks his son. The other stood nearby pouring protein powder into his morning shake.

“Uh, yeah, just like every Wednesday dad.” Jeno rolls his eyes. Jerking his bag over his shoulder. “Hurry up, I’m leaving now.”

He says over his back directed to you. Quickly snatching your own bag, Johnny fits you with a knowing look. Throat clearing, saying a soft goodbye behind his mug of cooled down caffeine.

Wednesday meant your mother’s afternoon shift bleeding into the late night. Jeno at football practice at least until dinner time, and you dwindling away tutoring other students for extracurricular activity to land you in one of the best universities.

“Hey, I’m so sorry but I can’t do tutoring today.” Doyoung stands by your locker after your last class ends. Explaining some emergency that’s come up today and that he needs to head home.

“That’s fine, we can resche—“ you start, ripping your bag from your locker. “I gotta go!”

Realizing Johnny’s home alone lifts your feet off the ground. Charging out of the school in a rush with the speed of an olympic medal winner. The bus would have to do, shooting him a text that you’d be home soon. He never opens it, most likely occupied in session with a patient.

Burning thigh muscles and short of breath, you burst through the front door racing for Johnny’s office. Without knocking you let yourself in, panting and gasping for air. His eyes snap up surprised, murmuring something about ‘Let’s pick this back up tomorrow, shall we? Have a good evening.’

Falling flat against the open door, Johnny stands up still shocked to see you. “Why are you home so early?”

“Tut-tutoring..” you huff, cramping on your side. Lazily waving him to come closer. “Canceled!”

The light bulb vividly goes off in his head, immediately changing Johnny’s professional work time demeanor. Now he’s the one rushing, scooping you up with ease and throwing you over his shoulder.

“What a good girl, came straight home to daddy huh?” Landing a rough slap on your ass, Johnny jogs up with stairs with ease carrying your weight. Dizzied by how effortlessly he can toss you around. He kicks into your room throwing you down on the bed, noting the time blinking on your nightstand.

“We have a couple hours until Jeno will be home.”

Johnny’s got you stripped down to nothing but your uniform skirt in seconds. “Keep it on, kind of like how sweet my little school girl looks wearing this.”

He uses your skirt for leverage, bottoming out much faster than the last time. Impressed you must be making use of the dildo he left as a surprise gift for you to find a few days later.

“Still too tight.” He grunts, slamming in until his balls crush against your clit. The friction shooting tingles up to your chest. “Or maybe daddy’s just too big for you.”

Johnny’s speeding up, knows the risk of getting caught is only around the corner. Can’t have that happen, not again..

It’s too loud between the sound of your ass clapping back colliding against his hips. Begging him to fuck you harder after a week of failed attempts.

Too loud to catch the ominous sound of the front door opening, or the shoes running upstairs.

“Gonna keep my cum inside baby“ Johnny’s panting. Drilling faster at your command. Fucking at a renewed speed until you’re shouting, lower back pressed down hard enough to have your knees slipping. Laying flat under his relentless thrusts.

“Daddy! Yes! Please! I need it!!”

“Ugh fu-fuck!” Johnny freezes, fisting the waistband on your skirt too roughly. Loosening the elastic with a strong pull. Cumming, spurting out until your stomachs warm. Coated in the familiar feeling of semen painting your cervix.

It’s lucky your tutoring session didn’t work out today.

Until it isn’t.

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You’re almost done with dinner, discussing your day at school casually between Johnny’s questions. He always keeps conversations easy with both you and your mother. Never letting on to anything suspicious. It’s almost concerning how good he is at covering his tracks..

“Is no one going to bother asking me how my day was?” Jeno interrupts. Never one to join your meals without his headphones on and phone in hand. He smirks at his father smugly, phone unlocked in his hands under the table.

“Well, of course son..” Johnny seems surprised, sipping on his after dinner green tea. He motions for Jeno to share.

Jeno sighs, pressing the touchscreen on his phone. He leans back sporting a large goofy smile. “I learned a lot today, dad.”

“At school?” Johnny’s brow lifts in question. Curiously eyeing his son’s rather odd behavior. Your phone pings just then notifying you of a new text message from Jeno. Upon opening it all you see is a black screen with a play button. Why would Jeno be texting you about anything other than finishing his homework? Let alone sending you video clips..

Of course you press play, of course.

The black screen quickly shifts. Whoever was recording directs the lense up to display a bed, clapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh— ‘Yes! HARDER DADDY!’

Mortified by the realization you shove your phone between your thighs locking it shut. Gasping for air overcome with anxiety. There’s no way..

“Not necessarily at school, dad.” Jeno says flatly, shifting his gaze your direction out of the corner of his eyes. He smirks toward you, typing something up with his thumbs without looking down.

‘My room after dinner.’

“Did you say something?” Johnny asks you, eyebrows scrunching at your flushed appearance. Rapidly shaking your head, you squeak out a sound of dismay.

“I have to use the bathroom.” Your words feel jumbled, scampering away from the dinner table leaving behind your messy plate. Surely enough to hear an earful from your mom over later. Running up the stairs faster than you ever have, you collapse against the hallway wall in disbelief. Opening Jeno’s text message up with fear, there’s no way he knew..

The video continues to play. Johnny fucking you into your bed until you fall flat with a shout. Jeno ends it by turning the camera to himself, finger waving back and forth as he moves further away from the sounds of your high pleasured screams.

‘Naughty naughty.’

Jeno repeats the words when he reaches the top of the stairs, following after you as if he has studying to get to.

He tsks, tongue clicking in a menacing manner. Chin pointing toward his bedroom door. “Ladies first..”

Ducking your face, you step forward shamefully, Jeno almost knocking you over with his arm extended out blocking you from moving ahead. He presses close to your ear- “Not that you are a lady, evidently.”

He pivots in front of you, sauntering ahead into his bedroom. Voice over his shoulder to shut the door- since you clearly need the reminder.

“Jeno..”

“Shut up whore.” He laughs, taking a seat on his bed. Tongue clicking repeatedly with a look of disappointment. “Here I thought you were some unfuckable virgin.”

“I was!” You panic, covering your mouth. “I mean—“

Jeno sits up at that, angry. Fisting the bedding by his hips. “You were? Don’t tell me that my dad..”

He doesn’t have to finish asking. The look on your face says enough. Jeno’s more annoyed than he’s letting on. Lips disappearing to control his emotions. How fucking could he? That old dickhead.

“Jeno..I…you can’t show anyone that! Please!” You start to plead, stepping closer to him with your hands pressed together to emphasize your desperation.

“I should tell your mom.” He licks his bottom lip, the corner twitching. “Imagine finding out your barely legal daughter’s fucking some old man? Even better— her fucking boyfriend of a year. You slut.”

Your plea’s fall empty. Resorting to tears, falling to your knees before him. This was a new level of low, even for you. “Please Jeno! Please!”

He can’t deny seeing you in such a torn up state makes him pulsate between his legs. Jeno smirks, leaning back on his palms. This could work in his favor more than he’d originally thought. The initial plan was just to taunt you further and hold the video over your head, get you to complete all of his chores on top of the assignments you already did for him, but this could be even better.

Jeno reaches to unzip his jeans, earning a wide shocked stare. “W-what? What are you doing??”

“What? Daddy hasn’t taught you how to suck cock yet?” He sneers. Doesn’t bother to ask you for permission before pulling himself out. Stroking up and down until he’s fully hard.

The scary thought that Jeno’s even bigger than his dad makes your knees lock together. Nervously waiting for his instruction to move. Wagging a finger, he nods for you to come closer. Cock at full mass against his shirt, standing at least above his navel.

“Too big?” That’s what Johnny said too..you think. You shake your head ‘no’, wiping away your tears. Knowing what’s expected of you next.

Lips struggle to close around him. Cracking and straining at the corners. Jeno’s long, wide, thicker than a soda can. Unlike his dad, he makes no efforts to move. He sits and lets you suck him off. Intently watching the veins on your forehead bulge out, capturing each spitty sound.

It’s better than he’d imagined while bored in class at times. Gaze wandering toward you, his stupid little virgin. Must be too shy to flirt with him, but he refused to succumb first.

Stupid little virgin, fucking his dad instead of him. Jeno won’t admit to himself that he’s upset, not at all. Another thing to add onto the long list of reasons he can’t stand his father.

“That’s enough.” Jeno pulls at the hair on your crown. Abruptly shoving you away from his dick. Sure, he could get off right now, if the image of his dad fucking you before he got the chance wasn’t ruining this moment for him.

“Are you going to tell my mom?” You cough up. Using the back of your hand to wipe your chin clean of the pool of saliva. Jeno tucks himself back in. Grabbing on your hair hard again until your necks arched making you gaze up at him. He pinches your wrist, lifting the dirty hand to your lips until you lick yourself clean and swallow.

“God, he already has you so well trained..” he scoffs to himself. Jerking your head again until you yelp, satisfied with that reaction.

“As long as you do what I say, I’ll keep your secret safe.”

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“Come here pretty.” Johnny’s pushing you into the laundry room the second your mom heads out for groceries. Lifting you onto the dryer currently in use. Hot and vibrating under your pajama shorts. “Open up for daddy.”

He removes your bottoms, helping you spread into the position he wants. Knees bent with your feet pressed flat on the machine. Johnny licks his lips leaning in with a wet kiss, licking past your mouth as he unbuttons your sleeping top. Pushing it off to tweak your breast, lifting them up higher to your chin letting the fleshy meat fall back to his palms. Squeezing and bouncing your chest engulfed in his large hands.

“Need to taste you right now baby. Looked so good all sleepy, bet you rubbed your cute little pussy all night thinking about me.” He hums, slurping kisses down your neck to your chest. Laving each nipple teasingly.

Gathering your panties to one side, Johnny bends lower. Slurping up the wetness slicked all over your cunt. He’s dirty, dragging his nose between your folds, inhaling deeply. Tongue flicking out circling your entrance.

“Please, eat me out daddy.” Johnny slaps your thigh, cracking like a whip. Kissing your clit with a suck between his juicy lips.

“Are you my good girl?” He murmurs, licking up and down, bumping different euphoric inducing nerves along the way.

“I’m you-y-your good girl.” You nod, leaning back against the dryer. The blend of vibrations from Johnny’s mouth and the machine beneath you feel insane. Already a moaning mess after a few licks. Tongue slipping inside, sucking down arousal that dribbles out.

The garage door ricochet’s loudly following the sounds of your mother flinging her purse down. “Johnny!”

“Shit!” Hissing, he draws away from between your thighs. Licking away the residue of your arousal left behind on his lips. His eyes are large swiftly looking around the small room. Ripping you off the dryer, he points to a basket full of dirty clothes near the machine “In there!”

He grabs a pile of clothes, setting them on the machine and shoving you to crouch down inside the basket reeking of sweat, damp clothes under your feet making you squeamish. Of course Jeno had chosen to do laundry today of all days. Johnny drops some of the pile on your head just as your mom enters.

“There you are!” She exclaims. “Did you not hear me calling for you babe?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry honey. The machines so loud, I can’t hear much!” He speaks up, pretending to sort through some of Jeno’s clothes. “I thought you were going to the store?”

“I forgot my wallet! I can’t find it babe. Can you help me?”

“Oh of course!” Johnny gulps putting on a smile. Using his body to block out the basket behind him. He shoo’s her out following after her. “I think I saw it in the living room!” He says loud enough to let you know the kitchen would be empty, allowing you to exit through the dining room where your mom won’t spot you.

The only problem is, now your pajamas have been tossed into the wash with Jeno’s clothes. Getting caught in nothing but your underwear would be harder to explain if you do get caught rather than in one of Jeno’s t shirts.

That’s how you end up trying to not crawl on your knees up the stairs in one of Jeno’s half-dried shirts. An insurmountable amount of pain scorches between your inner thighs, left without a climax yet again.

Better judgment echoes through the depths of your mind to ‘stay away’, but the endless stinging pain between your thighs leads you to Jeno’s door.

If your mom hadn’t come home so early, you’d be vibrating from both ends on top of the dryer still. Instead of spraying fabric freshener over yourself to get rid of the lingering scent of Jeno’s sweaty gym clothes Johnny buried you beneath.

It’s not as if you considered this a good idea, but who else could you go to. On quivering legs you stand at Jeno’s door. Rasping down the frame with your knuckles, unwilling to wait for a response as you enter.

Jeno grumbles, tapping at his keyboard rabidly. “Get the fuck out of my room!”

He doesn’t even look your way as he shouts between gritting teeth. Catching enough of a glimpse of your silhouette in his peripheral to decipher it’s you. Too focused on whatever game he’s been tethered to all day to bother giving you more.

“Jeno, I’m sorry but..”

Fists slam down on the keyboard. Vibrant ‘game over’ texts take over the computer screen in front of him. Jeno’s upper lip folds tight, stretched back on his gums. He moves fast, spinning in his seat, charging at you rabidly like a wild beast.

“Did I say you could come in?” Jeno snaps, hooking your wrist together. Tugging you toward his bed aggressively, hold locked tough enough to leave marks behind. “Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Let you suck my dick and now you think you can just invade my privacy whenever you want?”

Jeno tosses you down to his bed, landing with a bouncing thud, hard enough to punch the breath from your lungs. He leers above you, lower lip sucked under his teeth tightly. Breaking dots of white around the lush pink with a skin tearing bite.

“The fuck are you wearing?” Jeno glowers. Fisting the front of his baggy t shirt covering everything but your legs. Dislodging the cotton materials loose neckline enough to show off your décolletage, scattered with remnants of his bruising fathers lips. Lace panties cling to your cunt, sunken between your slit where they turn darkest.

“Ugh, what is this!? Did you fucking piss yourself?” Jeno smirks. Lowering to his knees, making to drag the tip of his nose where you’re drenched. Audibly swallowing down a juicy inhale of creamy wetness. “Stupid horny slut made me lose after I’ve been trying to get to level 9 for the last two hours.”

“Jeno, ah, I didn’t..” he strikes you with a judgmental arched brow. Punishingly slapping between your thighs. Never one to shy away from demonstrating destructive overt behavior. His palm smashes down, middle finger pushing your soaked panties inside. Squelching around the digit as globs ooze out of the lace, slickening his finger to glide in with ease.

“Is this what you want?” Jeno’s mouth falls open amused. Eyebrows lifted comically to add to the sarcasm in his tone. “Fucking disgusting how wet you are. What? Daddy didn’t fuck you properly today?”

Squirming, you find purchase in the t shirt slipping off your shoulder. Biting down on the collar to control the whimper giving away lascivious hidden thoughts about Jeno.

“You know that old asshole can’t fuck you better than me, don’t you?” Jeno states confidently. Sinking deeper inside your entrance until your underwear nearly rip. Following him down the middle to shove out cunt lips covered in high gloss sheen of arousal.

“W-will, are, are you?” You mumble around his shirt. Drawn to the way your hips grind down on instinct.

“Of course I am.” Jeno slips free, middle finger rubbing down the middle of his tongue with a hot gaze inching up your figure. He sucks around himself, lips left shiny with residual arousal. “Daddy might have taken you first— but I’ll leave you broken. Too fucked out to walk, find out who your fucking daddy is now.”

“Jeno, please..” you whine, gyrating your hips for more. Whatever Jeno wants to give you at this point. Feeling more edged and sensitive from lack of orgasm.

“Please what? Tell me exactly what you want, baby. I won’t give you anything if you don’t ask.” Jeno pushes his shirt up your torso until it rests under your chin. Breasts free for him to ogle hungrily, having to imagine how they’d look out of your uniform top for years.

“Please..” your head shakes, ashamed to give in this easily. Johnny had ruined you..

Jeno’s patience wears thin, tired of dealing with whatever this little act you’re putting up. As if he hadn’t caught you impaled on his father’s dick like some slut straight out of porn.

“You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk, is that it? Is that why you’re being so fucking annoying?” Jeno spits out, biting on one of your nipples with a hard tug. Teeth digging in painfully. Having to clamp your mouth shut to suppress a scream, Johnny’s still home after all..

Big fat tears roll down your face, chest racked with sobs. Trailing between your bodies again, Jeno pets your pussy, pressing down on your clit through the soaked material.

“You’re so wet..” He hums curiously. Reaching out to grab your face with his other hand, he jabs your cheeks in until your lips jut out. Bending over to bite your swollen lower lip until you’re hissing. “Why are you so wet for someone you don’t even wanna fuck huh?”

“I—..” your eyes widen, Jeno’s thick cock dips between your thighs. Pulling out as he sucks on the skin under your mouth. “I wan…want y-you.”

“Don’t lie, I fucking hate liars.”

“No-not lying.” You gulp, lowering one of your hands to tug your underwear aside. Jeno sits up ripping off his hoodie. He’s perfect, he’s always been perfect. If Johnny’s better than Greek God’s, Jeno’s what men should have been modeled after..at least physically.

“Is that right then?” He grabs onto the base of his cock, swiping up and down between your folds. Disgusting gushing noises travel between your lower halves. The bulbous head tries to push past your tight entrance.

“Fuck me..please Jeno, want it. Want you.” You hate to admit it. Lifting your neck up in awe watching his length struggle to penetrate you. “W-won’t fit..”

You’re almost speechless, dropping back with a cry. Jeno’s tip thrusts in, stretching you to full capacity.

“I’ll make it fit baby.” Jeno shushes you, snapping forward halfway with a stuttering thrust. Bracketing your head, his mouth falls on top of yours sucking down each shattered little cry you let out. Sliding further inside even with restraint around his cock making it harder to not just fuck all the way into you.

Jeno cups the back of your head with one hand, the other covering the necklace his dad gifted you. Wrapping your throat snuggly under his palm.

“Look at this.” Jeno finally fills you to the brim, balls deep. Connecting your bottom halves together completely. Holding himself off your body just enough for you to see it. He thrust once for you to watch the way your stomach swells. Stuffed deep enough to make you bulge out. “That means I fucking own you now.”

Letting your head drop back, Jeno wraps your neck securely with both hands. Gripping until you can hardly breathe anymore.

“Belong to me, just me.” Punctuating his words with a punishing thrust, Jeno’s length sits heavy inside you each time he bottoms out. Smiling menacingly when you nod like a maniac, slapping around his forearms for some purchase. He starts to pick up the pace fucking you thoroughly. Huge cock dipping in and out encouraging more wetness to drip down onto his bed.

Jeno’s cutting off your air and wails, choking you hard enough to leave marks behind that you’ll have to hide with makeup. He wants you to get caught, he wants the both of you to get caught. You should have never fucked his dad in the first place.

“Fucking slut.” He lets out through harsh intakes of breath. Growling low and raspy in his throat. Watching your body jostle under him with each violent thrust. “Meant for this aren’t you? Meant to take my cock.”

High pitched mewls pass from your lips, clutching at Jeno’s veiny rippling forearms, digging your nails into his wrists. He likes it, knowing your marks will be there the next day to remind him of how he ruined your pussy. Moaning over and over again in a woozy state that he’s brought you to. Plowed into mercilessly making your toes curl.

“Jeno— cum-I’m cum—“ you choke out, eyes rolling back, clamping your thighs around his hips. He snaps faster at that, lowering until his elbows dig into your ribs. Jeno grunts, fucking your hips deeper into the matress.

“No one else will ever make you feel as good as I make you feel, do you hear me?” Jeno shakes your neck, loosening his hold enough, waiting for your reply. Nothing but garbled noises pass, hips lifting just enough to slot him against that spot pushing you to the peak.

Jeno captures your scream with lips smacked against yours. His abdomen twitches milked by your walls squeezing around his throbbing length. Unable to hold back any longer, releasing his seed deep inside your cunt.

Jeno seems to have a thing for cumming inside of you, just like his dad..

He sits up on wobbly legs, inching out slowly to watch creamy globs of cum mixed in with your release drip out around his size. Fingering it up and down between your slit. He wads up a dollop, pushing it back inside your sore stretched out hole. Lifting whatever drips out to his mouth to suck off the mixture of your releases.

“This pussy’s mine now.” Jeno looks crazed speaking to himself. Kissing across your collarbone, he sucks roughly enough to draw blood up to the surface. Too disoriented to shove him away, caught up catching your breath to pay attention to anything past the static noise filling your ears. Lowering down, he lays his head on your stomach. Playing with the sticky combined cum that won’t stay inside of you.

Jeno grumbles, licking a small pathway to your navel. It’d be sweet if he hadn’t just fucked you into the next century..

“Stupid asshole, taking what was mine to begin with.”

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Johnny notices you’ve grown less needy in the next week. Blaming your studies for piling up when he kisses your ear. You’re not lying necessarily, even if you feign feeling too exhausted to visit his office after dinner.

“I have so many exams this week.” You don’t, but Jeno insists over text messages that you help him out with an ‘online test’ after dinner.

Johnny seems frustrated by your lack of excitement. Stroking the vein along the side of your throat down to the hem of your collar. Squinting as he catches something similar to a bruise on your collarbone. Easing free from his arms as you pretend to yawn again, you blow him a kiss goodnight. His brows furrow wondering why you would choose studying over precious time that could be spent drooling on his cock.

It’s not that you’d rather spend it drooling over Jeno’s, but that is where you find yourself a couple minutes later.

“You’re getting better at this.” Jeno groans, butt lifted from his gaming chair rocking forward until you finally gag around him. “I guess daddy’s useful for something. Transforming you into a perfect slut for me.”

“Mmphh” you try to nod, barely able to move with Jeno shoving you down. Nose shoved against warm skin above the base of his cock. Coughing and regurgitating roughly as he presses harder. Sounds of struggle only seem to appease him more, balls tightening up with each resistant muffle. Reaching down, Jeno pinches your nostrils together until you’re squirming fiercely underneath his desk. Foot shoving past your jumping thighs until your heated core presses against his shin.

“Son?” Johnny enters. Stiffening Jeno momentarily without even giving him a warning knock on the door. He sounds serious, maybe even angry. “I have to talk to you.”

Jeno’s throat clears, letting go of the back of your head to wipe sweat from his brow bone. “Dad. What’s up.”

Returning his father with a serious tone, Jeno keeps a pinching hold on your nose. Cock buried full inside your mouth. His calve lifts up and down rubbing your wet panties against his leg.

“Coach called me today, he said you’re flunking out of physics. He can’t save your ass again if you don’t make this grade.” Johnny’s definitely disappointed. The floor creaks, catching moving shadows from under Jeno’s desk, he’s pacing back and forth. Probably rubbing his chin in annoyance.

“I’ll try harder.” Jeno lies through his teeth, desperate to get his dad to leave. Forcing your hips to circle his leg with a heightened speed.

“You say this everytime.” His dad sighs, jolting under the desk trying to not choke around Jeno again when Johnny says your name. “Why can’t you be more like her? Studying right now instead of wasting time online playing games.”

If Johnny doesn’t leave soon, you fear passing out. Jeno must pick up on your nerves when your thighs clutch around him. Letting your nose go he lets out a long winded sigh just in time to cover the deep breath you take, filling your brain with enough oxygen to calm yourself down.

“You’re right dad, I’m sorry. I’m going to spend the rest of my night trying to be more like her.” It comes out sounding more snarky to you than he means it. Full of sarcasm but innocent enough to convince Johnny there’s no getting through to his idiot son. Either way it’s the response he wants to hear, telling Jeno to take his academics seriously on the way out.

Letting out a lengthy breath, Jeno wheels back in his seat to watch you struggle on his size. Face destroyed with tears and snot staring up at him.

“Daddy wants me to be more like you, did you hear that?” He taunts, gripping your hair with both hands. Beating the top of his foot against your ass. “A dumb little whore good for nothing but taking cock.”

That seems like enough to set him off. Pushing up from his seat higher to fully thrust up into your mouth. A controlled hold on your hair keeping you held in place to fuck your throat harder, fast enough for his balls covered in drool to wetly smack against the bottom of your chin. Beating into your face until you sound ready to throw up.

“C-can’t do that, C-can I?” Jeno’s growling between ragged breaths. Rolling a bundle of your hair together in one fist, pulling roughly. Free’d up to slap your cheek repeatedly where his cock bulges out with each thrust. “Fuck!”

Screaming between grinding teeth, Jeno’s butt clenches. Stilling buried as far down your throat as you can handle, not missing an inch.

His nose wrinkles up, licking his lips between pleasured hisses. Making your throat drown with hot white strings of cum trickling down.

“Wait until he finds out..” Jeno grunts, shoving your face away roughly. The top of your head knocking against the desk. “You’re nothing but a stupid whore getting off on my leg.”

Tucking himself back in, Jeno nods to the sheen left on his calve. “Clean it up.”

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Jeno’s determined to break you. His father may treat you like fine China, easy to crack, extra careful to not drop but Jeno wants you covered in bite marks and bruises. He seems more determined than ever to ruin you for anyone else.

“You wanna be my slut only, don’t you?” Jeno shakes you by the throat. Pistoning his hips forward filling your insides. He knows you could get caught, acting more reckless than ever this last week. He doesn’t care, he wants it to happen.

“Je-Jeno..” you croak struggling under his harsh grip. Arching off the bed, cock catching right where you need him with his next thrust.

“Daddy won’t fuck you like me.” He emphasizes with a rough pass. Lodged deep inside just to watch the skin under your belly button protrude with each grind. “Come on baby, tell me the truth. That old man fuck you like this?”

The truth would only infuriate him.. more than enough of a good reason to be honest.

“He’s better.” You manage to get out. Lungs constricted yet again from Jeno’s chokehold. He’s manic, glaring at you with widened eyes.

“The fuck did you just say?” Jeno grits, slapping against your ass roughly. Hip bones crashing into you at a maddening pace. He’s still too big for you to be used to, exhaling short breaths as you get further up the bed. The top of your head knocking into the headboard with each deadly thrust he delivers.

Sure, it was stupid to piss him off, but your wit’s easy to forget with smooth cock pushing you to your limits.

“Taking it like a fucking whore.” Jeno murmurs, eyeing how much more slippery his length is each draw back. “Because that pussy belongs to me, just for me. Only my pussy to fuck.”

“Y-yes..” you know you shouldn’t agree, but the way Jeno’s cock twitches inside of you at that makes the lie worth it. Feeling dumbed down by dick, ditzy enough to forget you’re only here because Jeno’s blackmailing you with a video of you fucking his dad. Your mom’s boyfriend..

“You love this fat cock in you, don’t you?!” He asks, more ferocious. Hips jerking forward to pound into you harder. Jeno holds your neck with one hand, using the other to pat your cheek rougher than he should.

“Mmm…mhmmm..” rutting up, you fuck him back. Heavy balls emiting wet sounds as they land against your cunt.

“Keep fucking yourself on my dick.” Jeno orders, quietly impressed by the amount of wetness coating his size. He uses the motivation to thrust into you faster. Pussy gripped around him tight enough he nearly pops out. Throwing extra force with the next swivel of his hips, slamming until you’re nothing but shriveled sobs.

You should feel stupid cumming around Jeno’s cock after everything he’s put you through, and still puts you through. There’s more to it than just good dick. Babbling nonsense before he shuts you up with a hot press of his lips. Jeno likes kissing you more than he should, enough to reach his climax with a few more thrusts. Balls emptying inside of you again.

A nap seems like a great idea right now, if only you had been paying attention when Jeno didn’t actually lock the door behind you..

“I knew it.” Johnny enters Jeno’s bedroom, hands clasped together with a tight jaw. The sound of his tongue clicking from behind his sealed lips. Of course Jeno didn’t lock the door, of course. “I fucking knew it.”

Jeno grunts, slapping one of his hands over your mouth as you start to squawk apologetically. Continuing to keep you held down with a choking hold around your neck. “Looks like daddy showed up. Almost thought you’d let me down again.”

It’s silent for a moment other than the rough circling sounds of Jeno’s hips rolling down. Forcing wetness between your lower halves to slap skin on skin together stickly.

“Can’t believe you’re my son.” Johnny glares down at him. One brow lifting unimpressed. “There’s no way you’ve ever made her cum with that weak stroke.”

That’s the last thing you expect to hear, he’s mad, at Jeno.

“I make her cum more than you’ll ever be able to old man.” Jeno spits back. Shoving your thighs open to show off his cum leaking out. Johny laughs at that beginning to loosen his tie, sitting up on your elbows confused when he unbuttons his top.

“Daddy??” You asks, unsure if this is actually happening or Jeno just fucked you that good.

“Shh shh princess. I know.” Johnny moves further inside the room, unzipping his slacks. He pets your heated tear stained cheek cooing. Tsking when he sees the marks Jeno’s left behind on your neck and chest.

“Pathetic little boy that has no idea how to treat pretty girls like you.” He sneers, pushing his boxers and slacks off in one go. Fingers snapping at Jeno, nodding his chin behind you. “Hold her.”

Even if he’s annoyed, Jeno listens, moving behind you to scoop underneath your arms. Back rested on his chest, reaching up to move hair away that's stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“What’s..what’s going on?” You quiver looking over Johnny’s bare figure in front of you. Jeno’s stiff cock digs into the dip of your back. His dad lifting your ankles onto his shoulders, wrapping around his cock to push away the cums thats still stuck on your labia.

“Gotta show Jeno how it’s done.” Johnny says calmly, as if this happens all the time. “Can’t have someone with my last name out there ruining my reputation like this.”

Naively you wonder what reputation, quickly shutting out that thought when Johnny presses on your sensitive clit. “Ah! It hurts!”

Johnny beams down at you, eyes twinkling joyfully. “Ah, you poor thing.” Johnny chuckles. “Does it hurt badly?”

It sounds comical to hear again, this had to be a joke. Jeno’s lips press to the side of your forehead, mumbling for you to stay quiet.

“Hurry up and fuck her dad.” He pipes up abruptly. Growing fully hard behind you again. Impatiently waiting for his father to finish so he can go another round.

“Shut your mouth.” Johnny throws out keeping his gaze on you. “You ready sweetie?”

Your mouth wants to say ‘no’ but you nod ‘yes’. Hissing through your teeth as Johnny holds your hips in place, positioning himself at your dripping cunt. He sheathes inside, stretching with much more ease to accommodate his length after taking Jeno.

“That’s a good girl.” Johnny says, cupping the backs of your thighs. He lifts them until you’re folded up, sandwiched between his and Jeno’s chest. His cock sliding in even deeper at this new angle, breaking through your womb. “Even if you’re letting my son use your pretty pussy up.”

“She likes my dick more.” Jeno mutters against your cheek. Palming your chest, he pinches your nipples making you arch as much as you’re able to crushed under his father’s weight.

“Don’t lie to yourself Jeno.” Johnny grunts pistoning with fierce vigor. Cock drilling into you faster upon hearing his son’s words. There’s no way you could enjoy this with Jeno more.

Not when you’re cumming after only minutes. Johnny fucks against your resistance, slippery, dripping down past his balls. Thrusts grow brutal set to prove he only he can fuck you properly. Fuck you good enough to drive you crazy, begging for his cock.

“D-daddy, can’t, no..no more..” you croon. Jeno reaches up to cover your mouth and shush you. His dad’s eyebrows twist together frustrated, wanting to fuck another orgasm out of you.

Johnny’s close, jostling your body with each thrust against Jeno’s sweaty chest. Short of breath after having another orgasm fucked out of you. He’s biting on his lip hard enough to taste blood. Fucking long and hard, turning delirious to the pleasure of your tight cunt wrapping him with maddening heat.

“Honey! Surprise! I’m home!!” It’s your mom's voice carrying up the stairs. Hazily shaking your head on Jeno’s shoulder too strung out after another weak orgasm passes through you.

“What the fuck?” Jeno panics letting go of your arms. “Dad, what the fuck? Why is she home??”

“Urghh..” you gurgle random sounds, burying your face in Jeno’s pillow. Fucked into at an increased speed.

“Dad, stop!” Jeno hisses, finally realizing the doors not even fully shut.

“Johnny?” She says again, closer. Walking away from his office toward the staircase.

“Fuck…ugh fuck.” Johnny shoots out a hot load of semen with one final thrust. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs rushing him along faster than he wants. Pulling out with a lewd pop he grabs Jeno’s shoulder shoving him down. Listening to your mother opening their bedroom door down the hall calling his name again. He scrambles to gather his clothing, glancing at Jeno’s closet and bathroom. Bathroom meant a window to escape from if need be.

Your mother with no concern for lack of privacy rips open the door to Jeno’s bedroom next, just as Johnny opts for the bathroom. Keeping the door halfway open and hiding just behind it for less suspicion.

“Joh— oh my God! What the hell is going on here!” Her smile falls, brows shot up to her hairline taking in the sight of Jeno on his knees in front of you. Cum dripping out past the perineum of your ass onto Jeno’s bed where his earlier release stains.

Jeno sighs, quickly catching his dad’s cold stare between the door crack before turning to your mom.

“Do your eyes not work? I’m fucking your daughter. So can you get the fuck out?”

next: Chain—>

[caramelmillktea]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒

paring(s) : tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!reader

proofread : yes/no

Wordcount fic : 2590 words

author's note : chapter one on the Inked flower series. I saw that there was only one fanfic that was a tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!reader. THE POTENTAL THIS AU HAS WITH VI FROM ARCANE IS ENDLESS!!! Also I love Vi so much and I wanted to write a fanfiction about her.

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The clouds were painted a beautiful pink and blue color as the sun shone from the horizons, the early sun rays hitting on your shop, The Flourish Gardens. You were currently taking the sacks of plant fertilizer inside from the truck in front of your shop.

“Thank you so much for helping me with these sacks babe” You said as you wiped the sweat from your forehead.

“No problem!” He smiled, carrying a bag over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

You opened the door with your elbow and went inside, your boyfriend following you closely behind. You walked to the counter and put the crate down. You huffed, wiping the sweat off of your forehead. “Man, you weren’t lying when you told me these were heavy!” Your boyfriend complained and put the bag down on the ground.

“You do realize this is just the tip of the iceberg, right” You let out a breathless laugh.

“I know.” 

"I'm so happy I'll finally have this shop of my own!" You smiled "and I'll be living just upstairs so I don't have to worry about getting to work on time."

"Wait… you're going to live here? I thought the studio upstairs was just for storage?" Your boyfriend asked.

"It was but after a few changes I managed to turn it into an apartment, in fact it was supposed to be an apartment. Since my parents already had a house, they used the studio as a place for storage."

Your boyfriend made an 'o' shape with his lips. "Oohh, so that is why you have been so busy lately."

"Yup" you replied. "Let's go outside and finish getting those fertilizers inside." He nods and follows your order. When you went outside you grabbed a sack but before you lifted it up you heard a loud engine motorcycle in the distance. You looked towards the sound and saw a black motorcycle stopping in front of the empty building next to you.

Wait… someone bought the empty place next to your flower shop? The place has been empty for over a year. How come you didn't notice it any sooner?

The person on the motorcycle removed their helmet. The girl had a sidecut that was pink and had pale blue eyes. on the side of her neck there was a gear tattoo. Her ears were decorated with two silver pieces on her helix and an one piece silver chained earring on her left ear. To top it all off, she had a silver nose ring whitch really suited her. The new girl was wearing a white tank top with an oversized bordeaux leather jacket that had a black hood. She was wearing black cargo pants along with some black combat boots.

Your boyfriend stood next to you, carrying a sack of fertilizers "Don't make eye contact," your boyfriend whispered, looking at anything but the girl.

"Why? I think she looks cool" you muttered, your gaze still lingering at the mysterious girl while she grabbed her phone.

"Babe, she looks like trouble!" Your boyfriend whisper-yelled. "She looks like she beats up people for fun, I bet she has been in prison at some point in her life. I mean look at her tattoo!"

"Now you're being dramatic, just because she has a tattoo doesn't mean she is a delinquent or something" you said.

"Ok, maybe that was a little dramatic but you know how I feel about tattoos…"

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriends remark "That sounds like a 'you' problem, now c'mon! Let's go and give her a proper welcome" your boyfriend sighed and surrendered, following behind you.

You walked up to the pink-haired girl that was typing something on her phone. Shit you didn't think this through honestly. "Uhm… excuse me?" You politely asked, trying to get the girl's attention. The girl looked up and made a little 'hm?' Sound. Her pale blue eyes locked with yours.

"Uh hi! Sorry for bothering you but you don't happen to be moving into this empty building." You pointed at the building behind you. "Do you?"

"Uh yeah, why?" She asked, you could hear a lace of wariness in her voice.

"Oh great!" You exclaimed. "Hi, I'm Y/n. I actually have a flower shop right next to this building." you pointed to your shop that was next to the building. "See?Guess we're going to be neighbors from now on…" You smiled and took out your hand for her to shake. "And you are..."

The pink-haired girl took off her gloves and shook your hand. Her calloused  hands were decorated with a lot of silver rings, some of them had little decorations on them. The rings that caught your eye was a snake ring and the one with a little red ruby. The girl shook her hand with yours "It's Vi."

"Damn, she is even prettier up close…"

"Why thank you, I'm flattered." She smiled.

"Oh shoot! Did I say that out loud!?" You felt a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

"Yup, you sure did but don't worry the feeling is mutual." She gave you a wink.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat loudly, making you aware of his existence.

"Oh right! I totally forgot to introduce you. Vi this is (boyfriend name), my boyfriend" your boyfriend wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Your boyfriend eh? Guess I'm not surprised" Vi chuckled. "How long have the two of you been together?"

"One year," your boyfriend replied curtly. "It's nice to meet you Vi, that is if that is your real name?"

"(Boyfriend name)!" You elbowed your boyfriend in his side.

"You're absolutely right (boyfriend name), Vi isn't my actual name." Vi replied casually.

Your eyes widen from surprise. So she just lied about her name in your face a few seconds ago? Maybe she has changed her name?. You avoid making eye contact with your boyfriend because you know he will give you that 'I told you something was fishy' look.

"My full name is Violet but the nickname Vi stuck with me I guess. Get it? Vi stands for Violet."

"Y'know Vi can also stand for violence right" your boyfriend replied.

"True and Vi can also stand for viciousness but it just depends how you look at it, right?"

"...Right" your boyfriend said before a silence washed over the three of you.

"So…” You began “I'm assuming you're going to open a shop here?”

“You assumed right, I’m going to open a tattoo parlor here”

“A tattoo parlor? That’s so cool!!”

“You can stop by if you want, if you ever want a tattoo you can always drop by.” Vi smiled and turned towards your boyfriend. “Including you.”

“Uh… no thanks…” Your boyfriend replied.

“What? Ya scared of needles?”

“N-no, I just find tattoo’s-” Before he could answer you cut him off. “He means he doesn’t think a tattoo would suit him, right babe?” You gave your boyfriend a look and he nodded. “Let’s go and finish putting those bags inside, ok?” Your boyfriend suggested. you nod.

“It was great to meet you Vi, but we have to get my shop ready for the day. Don’t be a stranger and drop by sometime ok?” You said before your boyfriend dragged you towards the van

“Yeah, I would love that!” Vi called

“Great! see you around!!” You replied and started walking with your boyfriend. “What were you thinking!? You can’t just say to someone that has a tattoo that you find tattoos unattractive!” You scolded your boyfriend when you were far away from Vi.

“What? I just wanted to tell her my opinion on tattoos” Your boyfriend replied, his voice laced with frustration.

“Why do you always have to be like this?” You began “You always have to express your opinion even though nobody asked you to. You are so insensitive sometimes.”

“Oh I’m being insensitive?! You’re the one who cutted me off just a second ago when I was trying to talk!”

“You were literally about to talk trash about tattoos to someone who is opening a tattoo parlor, do you think that is welcoming whatsoever.” You huffed.

“You know who I am. I’m not afraid to express my opinions, besides you’re the one who isn’t using your brain properly. For all you could know she is a criminal or delinquent and all you can seem to do is be dumb and naive and try to be friends with her.”

“I was welcoming her!! That was all I did. She is going to be my neighbor! The least I can do is make her feel at home in the city!” Your voice cracked slightly.

“You know what, I’m going to work.” Your boyfriend said and walked to his car.

“Classic you! always walking away in the middle of an argument. Y’know what? Fine, go!” You called after him while he stepped into his car, ignoring you. You watch as his car leaves the parking lot. Emotions rushing through you. Sorrow, anger and fear.

“Hey… Are you ok?” A person spoke up next to you. You turned around and saw Vi. “Yeah… how much have you heard?”

“Well…” Vi began as she put her hands in the pocket of her jacket. “Almost everything. It was kinda hard not to overhear since the both of you were shouting in an empty street” Your face flushed out of embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry about-” “Your boyfriend? Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault he is ‘insensitive’” Vi quotted, putting an emphasis on the word . You cringed a bit inside.

“Well…” You took a deep breath “I still have to put these fertilizers inside, before the shop opens…” You looked at the van.

“I can help you, if you want” Vi offered.

“That’s so sweet but you don’t have to.”

"I want to do it, it's no sweat"

"Alright, if you insist. But I have to warn you, these are heavy.”

“I’ll be the judge of that” Vi said and picked up a bag and swung it over her shoulder with ease. “So where do I put these?”  

You looked in awe, even your bf couldn't lift it with ease. "Behind the counter"

"Copy that boss." Vi said before she went into the shop.

It was currently 12 o'clock in the afternoon which means that you’re currently on break. You grabbed a basket filled with cupcakes you baked at three in the morning. It was a rather impulsive decision to bake some welcoming cupcakes for the pink-haired girl that opened a tattoo parlor. This was also your way to say ‘thank you’ to her for helping you carry those bags of fertilizers the other day.

You walked out your shop but stopped in your tracks. What if she doesn’t like sweet things? Judging by her physics, she probably doesn’t eat a lot of sugary things. You also didn’t know if she eats gluten. Maybe she was lactose intolerant? Crap, why didn’t you think about this when you were baking them?

‘Maybe you should’ve gone with a nice bouquet… or both! No, that would be too much!’ You thought.

‘No, I’ll be sticking with the cupcakes…. Maybe I can give her a flower too.’

You went back into the shop and looked at the flowers. ‘Ok, now another dilemma…. What flower should I get her?’ You thought.

‘Maybe I can give her a Violet, because that is her name? But what if she finds it lame because a lot of people have given her violets in the past and they had the same thoughts as me?'

“Maybe I’m overthinking it…” You muttered to no one in particular. You suddenly heard a small meow coming from behind the flowers. “Hmm… What do you think Whiskers?”

Your cat, Whiskers, mewled again and went to the bucket with violets.

"Guess it will be violets afterall" you smiled and reached your hand out to pet her. You scratched behind her ears causing her to purr in response.

You plucked a violet from the galvanized flower bucket and put them  on top of wood that covered the cupcakes in the little picnic basket.

You smiled and went outside for the second time, you made your way over to the tattoo parlor that was a few steps away.

You actually didn't know if the shop was open, since she just bought the place. You peeked through the see through glass and saw movement. You opened the door and poked your head out to see if you were intruding. You saw moving boxes and the wall and floor were white. You looked at the counter and saw no one.

"Uh… Hello?" You called out, the only thing responding to you was your own echo. You heard footsteps for a quick second.  "Vi?" You called out and circled around as you continued to walk to the counter. "Hey… I wanted to properly welcome you and thank you for yesterday." You called out but no one responded. You made your way over the counter and leaned your back against it.

"I brought you cupcakes"

"Oh really!? What flavour?" You jumped at the sound. You looked behind the counter and saw a 15-year old girl sitting on a black stool. She had a highlighter in one of her fingerless- gloved hands and in the other she had a sketchpad. She had long blue hair braided in two dutch braids. She looked at you, curiosity filled her violet eyes.

"Y-you scared me!" You gasped as you tried to regain your composer again.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to, sometimes it just happens y'know?" The blue-haired girl said.

"It's alright, I just was very surprised that's all." You gave her a smile "I'm Y/n by the way" you reached your hand out so the girl could shake it. She looked at your hand and then at you, confusion written over her face. "I'm Powder." She said finally.

You took back your hand, embarrassment washing over you. You really thought she was going to shake your hand.

"So…" you began "Do you happen to know where Vi is?"

"I, in fact, know where she is." the blue girl gave you a smile. A silence wavered between the two of you. You really thought she was going to say where she is, guess not.

"Ok…" you said. "So...where is she?"

"I'll tell you but first you need to answer my question." There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Tell me, are you Vi's girlfriend?"

A blush covered your cheeks. "N-no"

"Then why do you have cupcakes for her?" Powder taunts.

"Because I wanted to give her a proper welcome, I actually own the flower shop next door so we're practically neighbours from now on." You smiled sheepishly.

"Ooohhh…." Powder tapped the back of her highlighter on her chin. "Now it makes sense."

Powder took a deep breath "such a shame." She breathed out and got off the little stool "You two would make a good couple."

"O-oh… uhm actually-" "you're straight? Was that what you wanted to say?" Powder cuts you off.

"Uh… not really. I was going to say that I already have a significant other."

"Ahh I see…" she said. "Vi won't be back for another hour, she is currently buying some new furniture for this place."

"Oh… I see." Your mood faltered. "Well thanks for letting me know." You looked at the time. "I have to get going, It was nice meeting you Powder." Before you turned around and walked to the exit, you stopped yourself. "Can I leave the cupcakes here for when Vi comes back?"

"Sure" Powder said.

"Really!? Thank you!" You opened the picnic basket and placed a box of cupcakes on the counter, along with the violet. "My lunch break is over so I have to go, again it was nice meeting you!" You called out as you walked to the exit.

"Bye bye!" Powder gives you a small wave. When you were out of the store she took a peek in the box. "Oh Oh Oh, bet Vi is gonna love this." Powder giggled before continuing her drawing.

[emwritesstuff]

housesitting | bucky barnes x reader

summary: Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything.

You can hardly see how Bucky Barnes stumbling into his apartment at 3 am with multiple wounds is one of them. But I guess it might be?

notes: this is my attempt at a more ~comedy centered one-shot, with some making out in the middle because uh, who doesn’t like that? In other news, reader is Chaotic. Canon mcu (Infinity War/Endgame) is non-existent in this.  (word count: 3K)

warnings: language, mentions of blood, gunshot wounds, general patching up shenanigans, some making out/grinding but not quite third base

[PART 2: breaking and entering]

Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything. An old popsicle thing, you assume.

It’s peaceful, too. The neighborhood is nice and quiet, the other tenants are either extremely polite or too scared of Captain America to make much noise. You’ve had very nice stay-cations at his place, where you were free to choose to binge The Office while eating an entire pizza in the spam of 2 episodes or taking advantage of the quiet to write your grad-school thesis.

So when a loud BANG almost makes you drop your coffee mug on the floor, your spidey senses are immediately on alert. You don’t care how many times Peter insisted that it wasn’t a thing, your arm hairs stood up and your heart started hammering on your chest all the same.

You contemplate squeezing under the bed, turning off the show that was long abandoned and hiding until whatever it is goes away, but before you can do any of that, a string of sharp cursing and soft thumps and thuds snaps you out of your fear.

Maybe it’s a burglar. You could take a clumsy burglar, easy.

Now feeling like Tony had just welcomed you into the Avengers, you hop off Steve’s bed and let your baby Yoda socked feet carry you stealthily into the living room, holding a table lamp as if it was a baseball bat.

Everything is quiet, with no signs of forced entry at the door (you remember someone on Law and Order using those words), and in the dark you don’t notice the bloody trail coming from the kitchen.

You’re imagining things, then. When was the last time you slept? You don’t even feel tired, but you know sleep deprivation always gets you all kinds of crazy.

It happens the second your arm falls to your side and your posture shows the slight of relaxation. A strong arm around your neck and a hand against your mouth to muffle the screaming.

In the quiet of Steve’s apartment building, there is only you shrieking and howling and thrashing against the hold of a stranger.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” You still.

And then you bite into the hand that is muting you, immediately regretting it when your teeth sink into something hard. Metal? Concrete? Ouch. You resume your resistance, determined, and is shoved away.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you.” His voice is gruff and dulled over the mask he is wearing, and as you’re taking this giant of a man in, you notice it.

The metal arm. The strapped leather jacket. The tortured blue eyes.

Winter Soldier.

The intruder is James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve’s best friend. That’s who the fuck it is.

“I’m Steve’s house sitter! I even have a key.” You say, with arms in front of you to signal no harm but inching closer to the table lamp with every step.

“House…sitter? Where’s Steve?”

“Who knows. Maybe a mission. He texts me, I come over.” You shrug, and put a chair back to where it was before it got knocked over.

“I don’t believe you. Where is Steve?”

“Listen, I don’t know, okay? I guess he’s just out for a few days. I don’t ask. He just lets me stay in here so I can water the plants and feed the Avengers.”

“The– the what?”

“The Avengers! The fish, see.” You point to the aquarium, where a handful of colorful fish swam peacefully in.

Peace. So much for your peace, because now what you have is a surly super soldier eyeing the fish tank like it was the most loathsome thing in the entire universe, except maybe for you.

“I hate this thing. Naming them makes it even worse.” He trudges back to the kitchen, stomping on the floor like he was on a parade.

So much for the other people’s peace, too.

“Hey! Sir. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s 3 in the fucking morning?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips when he retorts that yeah, he does know. “What are you even doing here?”

“Back from a mission.” He grumbles without looking at you, as if you’re the one who stumbled into his place in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t your place, but still.

“Don’t you have a house?” There’s a part of you that knows pushing the Winter Soldier’s buttons is asking for trouble, but your tired and confused brain decides to ignore it.

“You interrogating me? I need a motherfucking– ” He wheezes and nearly doubles over, holding on the door frame between the living room and the kitchen. You finally spot the blood, both on the tiles and seeping out of the Soldier’s jacket and pants.

He’s hurt. Shit.

“– first aid kit.”

“You need a motherfucking hospital!” You shrill, panic chilling your bones. You don’t do blood. Or any kind of wound, for that matter.

The man ignores you, opening up cabinets hastily. You huff, and walk past him to get to the actual home of the first aid kit. Steve’s oldest, closest friend and can’t even find a box with pharmaceutical supplies in his kitchen. You slam it on the counter next to him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Zip it.”

Just a look from him is enough to render you speechless, and not in the good, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way. You’re positive that one swat of that metal arm and you’ll be flying out of the window.

He begins by removing his mask, revealing a handsome face underneath, and you try your best to focus on how dark and menacing it looked while locked in that scowl of his. Then, he unbuckles his jacket and discards it on the floor, it coming to a stop next to your feet.

Oh man, he’s naked. Well, not really, just the incredibly toned, strong and muscular top half of him, but you stare wide-eyed as if he was.

“See somethin’ you like, doll?” He quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you turn your back to him, mostly to hide your own embarrassment.

“No.” You cross your arms resolutely, because you definitely don’t think he’s attractive. He is a rude, grumpy, private-property-invader-bastard. Doll. Yuck.

You hear a rumble come out of his chest. Is he laughing? Shithead. Other noises follow, wheezes, small grunts and the tinkle of metal on the marble counter.

A particular pained grunt makes you turn, and you see Barnes with his body twisted, trying to reach a bloody hole on his back. It would be funny if he wasn’t trying to poke a gunshot.

“Do you need… help?” You ask, against your own will, only to be met with his icy gaze.

“No.”

“Come on, you can’t even reach that.”

Another glare is shot your way, and you quirk your brow up. He did need the help, you think, because aside from the muscles and the sweat making him glisten like a delicious – wait what – glazed donut, the man looked like hell.

“…fine.” He slides a pair of surgical prongs, something you identify in your head as oversized tweezers, and you instantly regret your offer. Pressing an iodine-soaked cotton ball to a wound, sure. But not this.

He turns his back to you without a word, supporting himself on the marble. You think that he’s about to make a dent on the goddamn stone if he keeps holding onto it that hard.

“Ah, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ugh, it’s so gross. Fuck.”

It’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever done, but you try your best to get to the bullet quickly, so very thankful that Barnes holds himself perfectly still for you. “Got it!”

He lets out a long breath when you toss the prongs and the bullet on the counter with the rest and resumes his cleanup. So, he’s not even going to say thanks. Great.

You try not to think about how you still want to make conversation while you hurriedly scrub the blood from your hands, because aside from the hostility and him jumping on you as a meet-cute, the guy peeks your interest.

Steve has said Barnes is nice, too, and you believed Steve, because he’s basically incapable of lying. Or maybe because he’s pretty. Both, for sure.

With your hands now clean, you turn to him, mouth open with some kind of conversation starter that is immediately forgotten.

Oh man, he’s naked. For real this time.

Bucky Barnes has stepped out of his pants while you were overthinking by the sink, now standing in only a pair of black boxers. It’s like he feels you staring at his butt, because he turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Last one’s on my thigh. I got it.” He’s holding the prongs this time, and you’re glad you don’t have to do anything, because your face next to that groin might make you go into spontaneous combustion.

“Yeah.”

He hums. You hope all of this is a fever dream.

“Isn’t there a med bay at–”

“Don’t like people prodding and pokin’ at me.” His comment makes you grimace. He’s the Winter Soldier, damn it. You know the stories, everyone does. Of course he doesn’t like being prodded.

He looks at you funny, probably because you went dead quiet. You don’t want him to think you feel pity, because you don’t, but god don’t you feel bad for poking him now, even if verbally.

“I’m gonna – grab one of Steve’s – uh. Dude you need to put some clothes on. Jesus.”

He laughs at you again, which you’re thankful for because anything is better than the awkwardness of the other subject. You pick up a black pair of sweatpants that was so deep in one of Steve’s drawers that you know he’d have to have bought it and never had the guts to put it on. This one would do just fine.

If there is one thing Steve Rogers isn’t, is a black sweats guy.

“Here.” You deposit the sweats and a white tee on the counter, one of the millions that you found inside the closet. Barnes was patching himself up now, bandages wrapped everywhere on his body.

Got his ass kicked good. You shudder when you imagine the state of the other guy.

He eyes the clothes, and saying nothing, returns to his task. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask you to help me.”

“Yeah, but I did anyways! ‘Cause I’m stupid, I guess.” You almost hurl a dirty plate at him when he scoffs, muttering a yeah, guess you are. “God, why are you so grumpy?”

“Well you try being shot 5 times and see how cheerful you are after.”

“You got shot 5 times?!”

Looking at you from between his brows, the Soldier nods to the five mangled bullets sitting on the counter. You think about how you’ve made yourself a sandwich just hours earlier on the exact same spot. You want to puke.

Taking time to look around yourself, you can finally grasp the state of Steve’s ever-so-pristine kitchen, now a mess of dirty clothes, blood and your own few dishes from the night before. You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you move, gathering every single cleaning supply you can find, and start working on the cleanup.

You’re struggling, because obviously you’ve never done this before. Anyone can tell, from your soft abdomen and your severe lack of muscle, that you’re not an Avenger. Sure, you work with them, but you’re usually neck deep into advanced tech, not in the gym by any means. Also, you don’t do blood.

That means you have to think about something else, anything else, while you’re manically cleaning the floor. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, the Winter Soldier’s tight ass, four sheep, get it together goddamnit –

“Leave it. I’ll clean.”

You huff, he huffs back, and you look up at him.

“You got shot five times. Go sit down or something before you blow your back too, grandpa.” You call him that to assure yourself that he is old, like actually super old, and thirsting over him is weird. Even weirder when he’s all bandaged and bleeding. And still shirtless. Shit.

He mumbles something that you ignore, and stomps off. You think you actually did a pretty decent job with the cleaning, considering.

You need coffee. Definitely an entire bottle of vodka too, but there was no alcohol in this god’s good home, so you settle for the brew that you made earlier. You pour a mug for Barnes too, because you’re nice like that, and amble into the living room to find him slumped on a chair.

“Coffee?” You start, settling his mug on the table next to him.

“It’s almost 5 a.m.”

“Guess I’m up early for once. Maybe I should go for a run.”

He snorts, and opens one eye to inspect you from where he is. He reaches out for the coffee, using his metal hand, and you consider the two ways this could go.

He’d shatter the mug right then and there. Or, he’d throw it at you. Your jaw goes slack at what he actually does, sirens blaring loudly in your head. Truly astonishing, the most bewildering turn of events.

He drinks from it.

“Thanks. Quit staring at me.”

“Wow, Mr. Winter knows the magic words. Mr. Barnes. Sergeant?” You’re thinking aloud, abandoning any trace of sanity you’ve been holding. You even sit on the couch next to his armchair.

“It’s Bucky,”

Again, absolutely bewildering. You must be going insane.

“– and you talk too much.” He finishes, with an end-of-story tone, and returns to his rest. At least that felt like normality.

“Bucky. Bucky.” You roll the name on your tongue, feeling a weird buzz start to take over you. It grows stronger when you notice he’s looking at you, one brow quirked as if you lost your marbles. “You know, Bucky, this is definitely not how I saw my night going. Home invasion, playing surgeon – not my usual kind of fun.”

You get up, maybe because you decide that you – and Bucky – need a blanket, or maybe because you need a distraction from his chest going up and down like it’s got a business with making you want to touch it.

You’re not a slut, but who knows? Jim Halper would get it.

“You’re that kid, aren’t you? Stark’s assistant.” Bucky’s voice, low and husky, makes you jump. You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It’s surprising that he knows you, considering. He’s – well, he’s basically a celebrity, if ex-assassins could be considered that. You’re only Tony’s techie, and you and Bucky have never actually met, not even in the few parties you had attended to stop your boss from nagging you that you had to actually go out and have some fun sometimes, because you’re still young and cute and you need to enjoy yourself before you get saggy and bitter.

Jokes on him, you were born bitter.

“I’m no kid.”

“Nice socks.”

You wiggle your toes and it makes the ears of one of the baby Yodas move.

“Still not a kid! If you wanna be sad and wear your sad, plain socks, Bucky, that’s entirely your choice.” You said, pointing your index at him, making circles in the air with it to really get your point across.

Bucky smirks, and you go up to him with the two blankets on your arms. He’s blocking the door with that bulky body of his, and you raise your eyebrows quizzically.

“I’ll have you know – meeting Steve’s annoying, mouthy, pretty house sitter is not how I saw my night going either.” Bucky puts a doubtful tone on house sitter, as if he still doesn’t get exactly what it means.

You blink. You’re positive you heard it wrong. Is he… is this flirting?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I called you annoying and mouthy too.”

“Yeah, I mean I know that much about me.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “The pretty part is new though.”

Bucky still hasn’t moved from the doorframe, and you find yourself staring up at him. He is inches away now, pupils blown wide in the darkness, and you can see a ring of steely blue around them. He licks his lips, and you’re drawn in.

The maelstrom in his eyes sends you spinning.

“I think someone should say you’re not see through, much less–”

Bucky shuts you up by pressing his lips onto yours, a slow, exploratory kiss, the tenderest he’s been all night. His metal hand rests on your lower back, making you shiver at the cool touch.

You’re all panting and eagerness when you cup his face with both hands and press your body against his. You need to deepen this kiss. You haven’t drooled over Bucky Barnes all night to keep things lovey-dovey.

He responds in earnest, pulling you closer. The flesh hand on the back of your neck is a stark contrast against the chill of the other. You and Bucky stumble from the corridor and back to the living room, knocking over a few of Steve’s decorations in the process.

“I don’t feel as bad for this one.” You mumble against his lips, stopping to look at a particular framed picture of Captain America in uniform, surrounded by every single counterfeit Cap in Times Square.

“S’ one of his favorites.”

You nod, you’re aware. Steve thinks it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bucky’s breath tickles the hairs on your neck when he continues.

“I hate it.”

“Yeah.”

You capture his lips again, and you two resume your chaotic redecorating. You’re thankful for Bucky’s strong arms keeping you from falling over, because at this point you’re not sure if your legs work anymore.

He takes you with him when he drops down on the same armchair from earlier, and the dizzy spell you find yourself in is broken when you hear him groan.

Right. He’s battered up and stuff.

“Shit, Bucky, I’m sorry–”

“No.” He pulls you close again, and guides your body to straddle one of his thighs. “Stay right here, doll.”

Doll. God-fucking-damnit.

His hand moves under the elastic band of your pants, oh my god you’re making out with Bucky-Hot-Piece-Of-Ass-Barnes in your wiener dog pajama bottoms, and finds the hem of your underwear. He pulls on it, and you yelp when he lets it snap against your side.

He laughs, and you vibrate along with his chest.

You find yourself grinding on his leg, sucking on his bottom lip, raking your nails along his shoulders, doing anything, everything for more, trying to burn the taste and the feel of him on your memory. He moves on to kiss your neck and you sigh, tugging on his hair and making sure you’re holding on for dear life.

Your eyes flutter open, enough to see the fish Avengers in their tank.

The Avengers.

Steve Rogers is an Avenger. So is Bucky, technically.

You’re making out with Bucky. One of his hands is on your boob.

This is Steve’s apartment.

You manage to sober you up enough, despite Bucky’s constant attacks of open mouth kisses and bites on your neck.

“I don’t think Steve would – if we–” You lift your head begrudgingly to look at him. “You know, on his armchair.”

“Right.” He didn’t seem convinced, but his hand moved up from your butt to your waist again.

Steve Rogers was probably miles away right now and still cockblocking you.

Even worse, his furniture was cockblocking you.

Stupid star-spangled IKEA shopper.

And his hot best friend. Who’s currently smiling at you in a such a way that makes you almost abandon all comradery towards Rogers and the sanctity of his place.

You debate getting up, but resign yourself to burying your nose in the crook of Bucky’s neck and just staying there, because honestly, when are you going to have the chance to do this again. Never, that’s when.

Also, he’s surprisingly comfortable for someone with a metal arm and such a jacked-up body.

“You’re sleepy.”

“No, I’m like, super awake.”

It’s a lie, because now that the sparks have flown and the rush of blood in your ears gave way to the quietness of the early morning, you feel yourself drifting, on and off, surprising yourself when you come to once and find that Bucky is still there, warm under you.

“Sleep, doll. I need it too.”

You shift, ready to let his rhythmic breathing lull you to sleep. The last 75 sleepless hours catch up with you.

“Bucky? If you want to break into someone’s house again sometime – I have a first aid kit too. Just sayin’.”

[notchesandbullets]

Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home. 

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably. 

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time. 

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary. 

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating. 

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror. 

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours. 

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later. 

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise. 

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him. 

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!” 

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him. 

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down. 

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside. 

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?” 

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both. 

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly. 

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate. 

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum. 

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure. 

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp. 

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight. 

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses. 

He wanted you to do that to him. 

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second. 

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you. 

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours. 

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips. 

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly. 

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked. 

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over. 

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin. 

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips. 

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth. 

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job. 

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet. 

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination. 

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior. 

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order. 

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust. 

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you. 

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted  as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips. 

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you. 

Until you started to move again. 

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly. 

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon. 

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—” 

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body. 

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't. 

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.  

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. 

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly. 

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you. 

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie. 

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled. 

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure. 

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

Taglist: @katsukis-sad-angel​

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

First Date

Yelena #20 & #21 requested by @sophie-sxox

#20: “I planned the perfect date” 

#21: “is this romantic enough for you?”

Word count: 885

Concept: Yelena has been wanting to take you on a date for awhile and after three months you finally say yes. 

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You’ve been living at Avengers compound for a few months now and have just started getting used to the way of life. After Steve practically scooped you up from your old life and brought you here, you have felt like you’ve had more of a place to belong. In your home city, having superpowers was not exactly something that everyone thought was cool. Most people saw you as kind of a freak but at Avengers compound, everyone was like you in some kind of way. When you left your home, you had just gotten out of a not-so-great relationship, so you weren’t really looking for anything new until you met Yelena. You first saw her training with her sister where she had the most amazing moves you’ve ever seen and oh god did it feel like love at first sight. While you have been totally drooling over her for the last few months you decided it would be a better idea to wait until you felt ready to be in a relationship. You knew full well that Yelena was into you too, she flirted with you all the time and you often caught her looking at you. She had asked you out in the first two weeks you were there but you turned her down because you didn’t think you were ready, however, maybe that’s starting to change…

“Hey y/n! Wanna go see what Clint’s mystery arrows do?” You hear shouted at you from down the hall.

You chuckle, “Yelena...you know he would kick our asses right?” 

“Oh c’mon...Kate said she knows his weapons vault combo…” She says in a quieter voice as she approaches you.

“Lena…”

“Ok ok fine...I’ll convince you one day!!”

You can’t help but smile at how she is always trying to be a bad influence. 

“Speaking of convincing...you ready to go on that date with me yet? I know you said you have to work on yourself when I asked last but it has been around three months and I refuse to give up.” She says with big puppy dog eyes.

You looked a little shocked as you weren’t sure how to answer. Do you say yes? But what if you aren’t ready and then you break her heart? 

Yelena could tell how much you were struggling with answering her, “Ok, ok, you don’t have to-”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

A huge smile comes across her face, “Really?! I planned the PERFECT date!”

“Already?”

“I have had a lot of time about this ok.”

“You’re adorable. Does tonight work?”

“Of course! I will pick you up from your room at 6.” she says with a smile as she bolts down the hallway back to her room.

-- Fast forward to 6 --

*knock knock* 

You open your door and Yelena is standing there looking absolutely gorgeous. She has her hair up in a double pony and is wearing an oversized green-ish blue blazer overtop a white tank with tight black pants and black platform boots. You tried not to look like a total idiot and closed your mouth after staring at her with it wide open for a moment or two. 

“Wow..you look amazing,” she says. 

“Thank you, so do you,” you say as you feel the redness flush your cheeks.

“Follow me,” Yelena says with a smile as she holds out her hand. 

She leads you to the other end of the compound where the theatre was. She opens the doors and you see she arranged a picnic with all of your favourite snacks and drinks with lots of pillows, blankets and sweats in case you wanted to wear something more comfortable. 

“Now look, I know you are a huge Star Wars nerd and that wizard boy with the lightning bolt nerd so I got both of those and you can pick which one you’d rather watch.”

“Wizard boy with the lightning bolt eh?” you say with a chuckle. 

“Ha. Ha. Don’t tease me, I am still catching up on some of these pop culture things.”

“Harry Potter Lena. Harry. Potter. Only one of the biggest franchises ever created.”

“Whatever you knew what I meant.”

You giggle, “well, this really is amazing, thank you.” you say as you turn and look her in the eyes. 

She smirks, “So, this is romantic enough for you?” 

“Hmmm…I don’t know I think we are missing a violinist to serenade us and sparkly twinkle lights,” you say with a serious face. 

Yelena just looks at you as her eyes widen. “Omg, Yel, I’m joking! This is amazing, thank you.”

A sigh of relief followed by a slight chuckle comes out of her mouth. 

The two of you sit down to watch the wizard boy with the lightning bolt and eat tons of snacks as you do. 

“This night was really amazing, I had a great time,” you say as the credits start to roll.

“Me too.” She says with a smile. 

She leans in to kiss you and when her lips land on yours it’s the most amazing feeling in the world. The two of you pull away and smile as your foreheads lean against each other. 

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” Yelena says.

“Me too.”

-- The End --

[honey--fics]

Worth it - Jotaro x Reader

(Cw: choking, a bit of blood, degration, face fucking)

Word count: 1.8K

Getting degraded and fucked silly in a hotel and then caught afterwards🙏🙏🙏

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The hotel is dark and silent, with bright moonlight spilling into your tiny hotel room—the other crusaders sleeping soundly in the nearby rooms. All, that is, except your lover, Jotaro Kujo.

The knock on your door that you had been anticipating finally arrived, and you leapt to your feet to answer it. You have a lot of pent-up emotions and thoughts as a teenager—wanting only to just to set them free. Fortunately, Jotaro needs to as much as you do. As a result, you and him established an unspoken routine that only the two of you were aware of.

When you were staying in hotels, you could have one midnight visit from each other.

It should be bitterly cold—after all, Egypt was like an iceberg at night—but you're hot. insatiably hot as you softly pull open the creaky door and hastily, and Jotaro connects his lips with yours, shutting the room door with his forearm and making you stumble backwards in shock.

You kiss him back—making out deliciously with your lover as he leads you slowly onto your soft hotel bed, loving how his lips slotted perfectly with yours. You moaned softly into the kiss, helping him tug the black trench coat off his shoulders before he pins you onto the plush white quilts of the hotel bed. You wrap your legs around his waist and you part your lips from his with a gasp, filling you burning lungs with much needed air. His kisses were always so addicting.

His soft raven hair was tousled and his black trench coat lay carelessly on the floor as you looked into his dark teal eyes. As he gently kisses your lips again, you run your fingers through his hair and play with the wavy locks.

"that was fast."

As you purred, an annoyed grunt vibrated from his throat, eyes half-lidded. That is, before he lowered his head and rolled his hot breath over the crook of your neck, pressing his lips against your skin. He planted tiny kisses on the pillar of your neck and began sucking hickies near your collarbone, working his way up and abruptly shutting you up.

You hum with satisfaction as he marks your throat, pulling his hair and craning your neck in the opposite direction to allow him more access. Low moans and soft sucking sounds filled the room, and arousal started to pool deliciously in your stomach. Jotaro bites the crook of your neck and back, making you scream, before sucking and licking over the bloody mark almost apologetically, his rough hands caressing your breasts.

“Jotaro..”

His hands eventually reach your sides, exploring your body until catching the hem of your oversized shirt and yanking it off, leaving you fully naked. With a click of his tongue, he expresses his dissatisfaction.

“Were you completely naked down there? You were expecting this, weren't you, slut?” The low rumble and degrading words making you sigh with arousal. Your face flushes with embarrassment as you watch him hungrily examine your naked body and moves his hand forward, riveting your nipple between two fingers. You groan softly, enjoying how he teases you and arching to his touch as he leans down to licks a hot stripe across your breast. You bite your lower lip and keep your eyes shut as his hands wander across your stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Several more licks later, He backs away and tosses his loose tank top over his head, carelessly onto the floor. The dull clinking of metal made your heart skip a beat as he loosen his belts as well. You both quickly shifted positions and you admired the deep scars that strewn across his toned stomach and the way his muscles rippled as he moved.

He sat back, his back resting against the wooden headboard as he pulled his cock out of the zipper of his pants. He sighed, stroking it a few times, watching as you positioned yourself over him. It was perfectly long and thick,, flushing red at the tip. You held eye contact with him and got down, wiping your sweaty hands on the bed before conspicuously putting them on his thighs. You press your lips at the base of his dick before slowly sticking your tongue out flat and licking up the vein of it, relishing the heavy, salty taste of his skin on your tongue.

He sighed in pleasure while he watched you take the whole thing into your mouth. He looked handsome even from this angle, his lips slightly parted, watching you intensely with soft red dusting his cheeks.

Perfect.

Your nose will eventually brush against his hip, and your lips will be wrapped around the hilt of his cock. The thick tip grazed the back of your neck, but you bravely overcame your gag reflex, contracting your throat around his length and making him quietly groan, taking a handful of your hair. You batted your eyelashes at him before hollowing out your cheeks and started to go up and down slowly, making him let out a long, drawn out “fuck.”

With the hand gripping your hair, he began to thrust his hips upwards into your mouth—deciding he wanted to set the pace, and that you were going too slow for his liking. You let a muffled moan slip out between your lips while he began fucking your face roughly, your hair in a tight hold as he thrusted ruthlessly into your mouth, a mix of drool and precum dribbling down your chin and onto this pants as you fought your gag reflex, tears welling in your eyes, and running down your face from the pain.

He let out a low chuckle. “You look like such a whore right now.” His cock was rubbing against the inside of your cheek as your tongue swirled around his length. You could hardly breathe as his thrusts became more and more abrasive, the world spinning around you. You were about to pat his thigh and force him to let go, but he let out a low groan and finally pulled your lips away from him—a string of spit connecting your lips to his fully erect and twitching cock.

You pant, trying to catch your breath and begin to rub your thighs together. A pool of arousal is filling your stomach, and all you can think about is taking his thick cock. You rest your hands on his strong thighs and look up at him.

He grabs your chin and rubs the spit and precum on your lips sloppily, sighing at the arousing sight, and gripped your waist tightly while you looked into his darken eyes.

“Please Jojo, please, please fuck me.” You breathe, a whine in your tone. You arch your back while his large hands are gripped onto you, writhing in aching arousal. He clicks his tongue, watching you writhe, begging to be fucked. His jaw clenched and his cock twitched as he watched you start grinding on the sheets under you, and quickly hauled you effortlessly onto his lap.

“You wanna be fucked? I’ll give you some cock, you little slut.”

He brings you up with a bruising grip, and you eagerly align him with your entrance, practically drooling. You try and slowly ease your way down, but as soon as the thick head of his cock is in your cunt, he slams you down, and you both moan in unison as your throbbing pussy is filled to the brim, and your clit is pressed against his pelvis. It was so easy to enter without lube either, since your cunny was practically drooling for him. How adorable. You started moving your hips, not caring how much it stung, letting out shamelessly loud, desperate, slutty moans—bouncing over and over on this cock, loving how he rubbed against your walls deliciously as you slowly adjusted to his size.

Your eyelashes were fluttering and curses spilled from your lips until one of Jotaro’s huge hands squeezed your hip, supporting you, and another wrapped around your throat roughly. “We don’t want the rest of the group to hear you, do we?” He rumbled, the loud slapping of skin on skin filling the room as you both rock your hips, his lips slightly parted and sweat shiny on his skin. He watched the way his cock went in and out of your cunt and lolled his head back, groaning.

With Jotaro’s tight grip on your throat you drool, your lip quivering as pathetic moans leave your lips. The world spun around you because of the lack of oxygen, but you didn’t mind. Not with jotaro's thick cock going in and out of you.

“Jotaro, jojo..”

you pant heavily, feeling your heart race and your clit throbbing—nearing a huge orgasm.

“Please, please, please—oh fuck—I'm gonna cum!”

You whine loudly, biting your lip while your eyes roll back —frantically chasing your orgasm with high pitched moans escaping your lips as whimpers. His hips began snapping forward with more force, and you could tell he was close by the way he panted—his eyebrows furrowed and his sweet groans growing louder.

“Fuck, I can feel you tightening around me.”

He hissed, snapping his hips against you sloppily, his pelvis hitting you clit and making you cry out.

As you clutched his firm wrist with shaking hands, he tightened his grasp, and all it took was another hard slap of his pelvis against your swollen clit to set you off. You scream with delight, gasping as his bruising grip relaxes and grips your cheek, grinding his thumb against your tongue.

Your screams are muffled and a guttural growl escapes him, biting down on your shoulder and releasing. He bucks into your cunny sloppily —shooting loads of his thick white cum inside of you—all the while groaning hoarsely. He quickly releases you from his grip and you gasp, panting for air as he pulls you off of him, and lays you down under the covers next to him, exhausted. He bends over the bed and throws over his oversized tank top for you to wear and tucks his dick back into his pants.

You press yourself against your lover, sighing as he wraps an arm around you. “You were so good for me.” He whispered, massaging your back as you both tried to regain composure, sleepiness plaguing both of you. Eventually though, you both slowly fell into a deep slumber near the crack of dawn.

…

“Come on, we’re late.” Jotaro had his hands in his pockets, back to his usual stoic self as your trembling legs made it through the hallways of the hotel. You smile, babbling about your troubles as if he didn’t fuck you silly just last night. You were wearing a concealer to hide the bruises, cuts, and hickies on your neck, and try your best to control you walking—even though it stings to move your legs. Eventually you make it to them, sitting at a round, clothed table near the entrances of the dining hall, plates full of exotic food. All eyes are on you both as you two get seated next to each other. Suspiciously, you notice their conversation stopped right when you sat down. Joseph elbows his grandson’s ribs, making him glare coldly at the senior.

“What.”

“Sounded like someone had a fun night, eh?”

Jotaro’s eyes widened minimally listening to his grandpa’s chuckles, but he just grumbled.

“Gigi, what do you mean? Nothing happened.” He replied dryly.

Meanwhile, your face heated up, shocked. Were they able to hear you moan? That would be so embarrassing—

“Actually, last night I heard some strange sounds. Originally I thought I was an enemy stand user..” Kakyoin cleared his throat uncomfortably, trying to stay composed. He stirred cream into his coffee while he talked. “Until I heard someone ask jotaro to fuck them.” The red head couldn’t help but let the edge of his mouth slant into a smirk as your face reddened even more. With your face in your hands, you groaned in embarrassment. Your worst nightmare had come true. Even jotaro seemed a bit embarrassed, a finger on the rim of his cap, hiding his eyes as he looked down. He only sat back as Joseph’s booming laughter brought attention from nearby diners.

“Do not worry, ma cherie, atleast you enjoyed yourself. I didn’t know you were into choking..” Polnareff, who was sitting next to you, wrapped an arm around you and snickered. You thought you were gonna cry.

Everyone around you laughed except for you and Jotaro, but it's fine I guess, you can live with this. It was worth it.