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Tutoring 2: Hall Pass

Male Reader x Park Sooyoung (Joy)

Tags: 9k, age-gap, cheating, creampie, cuckold

The story is not ours; we simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.

“So you’re not mad?” Sooyoung asked her husband as they sat down at the kitchen table... the same place where I’ve had my way with her so many times.

“I don’t think I am,” Hyoseob answered, truthfully.

He tried to imagine what it would have been like for me and Sooyoung in the school shower, and then in the car. He tried to picture her glistening pussy lips around my throbbing dick, and how I licked and caressed her dear wife. How much better was it that his dutiful wife chose infidelity not once, but twice. She cheated, willingly, despites of the rules, and this thought made his loins burn. Sooyoung was behaving like a wanton slut, which was in stark contrast to her prideful personality.

Among all the rules broken, the rule about it being recorded was the only one he truly hoped she would follow. But deep down, he wanted her to break the rules over and over again, and he only wanted to watch. He had that burning desire, but he couldn’t admit it, especially to Sooyoung.

“I don’t like admitting it, but he makes it kinda hard to resist,” Sooyoung stated, averting her gaze. “He’s so much different from what you think he’d be. His thrusts are so deliberate and so skillfully measured and confident. It makes me so-” she said, unable to finish her sentence.

“Like just that one shower,” she rambled on, “I have no idea why I was so... receptive of his touch! I didn’t have it in mind to cheat at all and... suddenly it was already happening. I’m sorry, but his lips and his hands were so-”

Sooyoung stopped again. Her hands started fidgeting. The guilt was palpable, dripping from her words. Hyoseob had to make sure she was okay. He knew it was selfish, but he wanted to witness it himself, to see his wife being plowed like a wanton slut.

“Minho kissed you?” He probed. “Tell me.”

“Yes, well,” Sooyoung blushed and shrugged, “it was more intense and... amazing.”

“You kiss him back?” He asked again.

“A lot, actually. And... our tongues too,” she whispered in reply.

She was telling him everything, how it was just intense, amazing sex, that my abilities and stamina far outweighed his, but it was also just physical pleasure with no emotional attachment or love. Sooyoung swore to her husband that I meant nothing to her. He had to talk her into another meeting with me, this time with the recorder.

“Sounds like Minho has a fan,” He teased Sooyoung, but his tone gave him away. His heart pounded with both anxiety and excitement. Sooyoung cherished sex, and now she had shared it with someone other than him.

“Oh shut up,” Sooyoung said, but with a smile just lingering under the surface.

“So, what was the thing he said again?” Hyoseob asked.

“Yeah,” Sooyoung admitted as Hyoseob laid on top of her, “he said something like... ‘I’ll fuck you whenever I want.’” Her imitation of it was less than flattering.

“You want that?” Hyoseob dared to ask, excited at the idea of his lovely wife being taken against her will, during dubious consent, thrust into a willing participant by the magnificent skill of someone else.

“Maybe...” she purred, urging him to move his hips. Her admission sent shockwaves through him, as guilt and jealousy drove him deeper into his wife.

“And, ah, you wanted him to knock you up?” He asked, going a bit faster.

“Hyoseob, it was j-just talk,” Sooyoung purred. “I was just stroking his ego. But it worked. He cum so much inside me.”

“Yeah?” He panted.

“Yeah, babe.” she breathed. “So much. So thick, it clung to me.”

His breathing quickened as his mind conjured the image of Sooyoung sprawled beneath someone else in her car, in a damn near public parking lot. It didn’t take him long to cum deep inside her, unable to resist her words and description. She was more turned on by her cheating than he could have ever hoped for, so he told her that they needed it again and more. With the promise of more, they both fell into a deep slumber.

—

“I think we should stick with handjobs... reinforce the rules.,” Sooyoung suggested to her husband as she had scheduled another ‘Tutoring’ with me after school on Tuesday, but she was having second thoughts, wanting to reestablish the control they had lost. “I don’t think I want to have sex... with Minho again.”

“What?” Hyoseob asked, not believing his wife. “You’re joking,” He added. “If I sent you over there right now, you really think you’d only jerk him off?”

“Yeah?” Sooyoung answered unconvincingly.

He gave her a wry smile. “Then do it,” he said. “I’m giving you a hall pass to prove me wrong.” You haven’t done any ‘tutoring’ this week anyway.”

“Babe!” Sooyoung exclaimed, taken aback. “I can’t do that. It’s against the rules. And we were having this week off, remember?”

“That’s the point of a hall pass,” He chuckled, excited to see his wife relent. “Besides, you’d only be jerking him off, right? That’s well within the rules, even if it’s a hall pass.”

Sooyoung didn’t respond right away. She closed her eyes, trying not to be tempted by the challenge. It was as though she was afraid, afraid that she would succumb and more, prove him right in doing so.

“Don’t... don’t tempt me,” she said, finally. “Minho knows how to bend a girl to his will, honey.” She then cringed at her choice of words.

“Which is?” Hyoseob asked with a wide, hopeful smile.

She looked at him and then out into space. A smile spread across her lips, and her hand moved to his thigh.

“Just remember to record,” he said.

“Hey, I didn’t say I’m going over,” Sooyoung shot back, gently punching him with her other hand. “Remember, he got inside me last week, despite the rules. Twice, even. It’s... hard to resist him.”

“You said as much earlier,” He reminded.

“Yeah, he just feels amazing and does things that-” Sooyoung began before correcting herself. “…never mind.”

“That I can’t do?” Hyoseob said, finishing her sentence. Sooyoung’s silence spoke volumes, she took a breath, steadying her nerves. Then her eyes flashed in his direction, a devious expression growing.

“Okay,” Sooyoung said, “I’ll go, to prove you wrong.”

—

‘Im coming over,’ Sooyoung wrote, and soon after I met her once again at this house, and let her in through the back door. As it wasn’t conspicuous enough that Hyoseob’s wife snuck hurriedly across the street, looking up and down the street to make sure no one noticed.

“What about your parents?” Sooyoung whispered.

“Away, they usually are during the weekends,” I reassured, ushering her to their bedroom.

When we got through the door, I began feeling her up, eagerly ravaging her curvaceous yet trim body. Sooyoung initially did not react because she was unsure what to do. As my hands found their way to her soft, round ass, she began responding by kissing back with even more hunger. My fingers dug hungrily into the flesh hidden by her tight spandex pants. The ass she kept in shape for her husband. She hadn’t worn underwear, but she sure could feel my fingers running up and down her cheeks and inner thighs. Sooyoung spread them out, inviting me to go deeper.

Instead of shoving my fingers into her clothed fabric, I pushed her down onto the bed. My hands slid into the waistband and rolled her pants up her long legs. She lifted her hips as I tugged, letting the spandex to roll along with her panties.

“I can’t believe it’s been a week already,” I said, quickly removing her pink, silky, patterned top, revealing her round, fat tits, and tossing it over her other clothes.

“Damn, your tits look fucking nice,”

Sooyoung smiled as I stared at her body, groping and rubbing her left breast. My thick, erect member was tenting in my sweats. I pressed her tits together, climbed on top of her, and began licking all over them.

‘This is getting out of control,’ she thought. “C’mon, Minho,” Sooyoung whispered, pushing me to get my attention. Instead of slowing down, I licked and sucked her soft, creamy neck. “Minho… oh shit,” she whimpered, goosebumps rushing through her.

At some point, I must have angled my sweats down, because Sooyoung felt my swollen cock press against her opening, threatening entry. Her slit, wet with arousal, opened for me as I began sliding into this lovely wife.

“Unnnng,” Sooyoung groaned, helplessly succumbing to my touch, her pussy aching with anticipation.

It forces Sooyoung to admit her pleasure. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Sooyoung moaned in satisfaction, wrapping her arms tightly around my shoulders and neck. She knew her husband couldn’t compete in length, width, or technique, but feeling my size stretch and touch places that were severely under-stimulated brought her to new heights.

“I thought we were waiting till Tuesday,” I hummed as I lowered myself and dove into her neck once more. My cock slid almost completely into her tight warm hole, and my movements became quick, fluid motions that allowed me to pull almost completely out before driving deep inside.

“We were... ohhh,” Sooyoung groaned.

I was prepared to stretch, ruin, and ravish her, and all she planned was a handjob? The absurdity made her smile as she ran her fingernails up and down my back, enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy being stretched wide by someone that’s not her husband.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” I teased.

“Hyoseob dared me to come over here and just jerk you off,” Sooyoung admitted, smiling up at me with a light sheen of sweat.

“How did that go?” I asked cheekily.

“Shut up,” Sooyoung smiled, squeezing me between her walls.

“Fuu-uck,” I groaned, shuffling my hips between her legs. “Nngg, you’re really gonna let me knock you up someday, aren’t you?”

“Hnnng, you keep that up and, oh god, maybe I will,” she gasped.

“Really? You like this cock knocking up your womb?” I pressed.

“Oh fuck,” Sooyoung hissed.

Sooyoung was getting increasingly vocal, moans of delight sounding out throughout the empty house as I kept slamming into her. My eyes were fixed on the beautiful teacher’s exposed breasts, rolling and flopping back and forth every time my body touched hers. Her nails clawed my back, and I grunted, feeling her walls tighten with each thrust. Her slickened insides massaging my dick, preparing for the next load...

I felt the cum start to boil over and surge to the end of my shaft. My cock was throbbing madly within her until it began releasing its hot fluids. I kept pumping, squirting over and over as I closed my eyes in satisfaction. Sooyoung felt her cunt ripple and pulse with each eruption. Her own juices flowed around the spewing shaft, coating my cock and dripping in a pool on the sheets under her.

I looked down at her. Her beautiful cheeks were flushed red and glistened with sweat. I pulled her head closer, pressing my forehead against hers, hanging low and grazing her face as I buried my softening dick in her womb, hoping to delay leaving her silky depths. She still moaned, feeling a gentle pumping within her. Sooyoung sighed, and we kissed.

—

Hyoseob smirked knowingly when his disheveled wife finally came through the door later that evening. Sooyoung didn’t even try to hide the slight waddle she’d acquired from the fucking, which made him snort a little laugh. She responded with a defiant glare, challenging him.

“We shouldn’t fool around with hall passes,” Sooyoung muttered, chuckling lightly.

“Did you record?”

“Not the first time...” Sooyoung said, a crooked smile creasing her face as she looked at him.

“How many times...” Hyoseob asked, trailing off. Sooyoung had been over there for two hours.

“How many...” she stalled. “Erm, three. Plus some foreplay here and there...”

“You slut!” He chided with a big grin.

“It’s your fault!” Sooyoung shot back. “Besides, how could you dare send him over there in the first place?!”

Hyoseob was as hard as a stone when he heard the news. Sooyoung pretended to be mad, but it was clear she enjoyed the whole experience.

“So… can we watch together?” He asked, hoping to experience some of his wife’s deviousness together.

“Oh yes, just make sure to hit ‘fast forward’ to skip all the dumb and unnecessary things. Minho was trying so hard to get me to clean his cock or whatever, but hell if I’m ever taking his dirty thing into my mouth... especially after sex... It smelled of us for gods’ sake.”

Hyoseob patted the seat beside him on the couch, inviting her to join him, but Sooyoung hesitated.

“Here?” she asked, rendering him a bit confused.

“Yeah? You’ve done stuff with Minho here, so what’s the big deal?”

“Nothing. You’re right,” Sooyoung decided and plopped down beside him.

She took the phone from her bag, a seductive smile on her face. It was clear the experience had opened a door Sooyoung hadn’t really anticipated. Now his wife seemed to be warming up to the idea of being intimate with another person, even if it was pure sex.

“So, before we watch this, we need to talk about the rules,” Sooyoung declared.

“Oh, come on!” He pouted.

“No, listen. I want the rules. The rules were: you need to be able to watch, you need to be able to say no, no intercourse, and once a week. We’ve broken all of them more or less. I told Minho before He left that we needed to abide by the rules from now on, that this evening was an exception. He can’t just fuck me whenever he wants... and vice versa I guess,” Sooyoung said.

“Abide by the rules from now on? Including ‘no intercourse’?” He asked. Sooyoung blushed at that.

“Well... I kinda thought you didn’t mind if we left that rule out from now on,” she said, somewhat shyly.

Sooyoung made a very strong point. Not one he had expected from her, either. Not just the sex rule, but generally. It was necessary to have some control over these things. Minho’s effect on her had become quite apparent. It was sex without consequences, and great sex at that. As a guy, he could relate. But her suggesting to snip that rule seemed so... it was just much more impactful.

“I think you have a point,” He agreed. “It was something that was out of our control, but now that the heat of the moment is over, it makes sense.”

Sooyoung smiled her response, but Hyoseob had a question.

“Just now, you didn’t want to watch the video on the couch. And before, you let Minho do you from behind, something you never let me. Is this a theme I’m sensing? Does Minho get to do stuff that I don’t? Like...” He trailed off, and his eyes shifted, staring intensely into hers.

“Well, yeah...” Sooyoung replied. “Isn’t that what you wanted though?”

Hyoseob gulped, realizing she was right. It was part of it, for him to give her experiences, he never could. He hadn’t thought that would mean ‘experiences he never would’, though perhaps not with such emphasis on ‘never’.

Sooyoung having experiences with others that should have been reserved for her husband, and then denying him the same liberties, was the ultimate tease. Sooyoung’s exploration of her sexuality with men other than him was an incredible thrill.

“I mean, yeah.” He relented and admitted.

“Good,” she purred. “Wanna watch me get fucked from behind?”

Sooyoung wasn’t shy of cursing, but hearing her put it so bluntly, combined with his knowledge that she was going to willingly cheat and break their wedding vows for some kid, sent a sharp heat straight to his balls. He’d never seen his wife like this, and she was irresistible.

“I want everything.” Hyoseob declared.

She giggled at that. She looked amazing. She was absolutely radiant; sexy, confident, and free. Sooyoung looked at him tenderly and lovingly, a sweet, promising look that only served to stir the building excitement and burning arousal.

There were three videos in total. One shorter, and two longer.

“We’ll probably have to save the last one for a rainy day,” she teased sensually in his ear, her hand trailing down onto his slack-covered bulge.

The first one showed Minho’s point of view of Sooyoung on her back, topless and with his massive cock between her breasts. She rubbed them up and down, looking up with desire and lust as his veiny appendage emerged and disappeared between her magnificent bosom. Hyoseob loins flared up as He was able to appreciate the sexual play at such close range and with Sooyoung’s large, firm orbs being groped and abused so well. Minho really knew how to push a woman’s buttons, he thought. It didn’t take long before his semen erupted from its tip, splattering over his wife’s chin, cheeks, and nose...

“He’s so virile... he gets hard again so fast... perks of being a young stud, I guess,” Sooyoung muttered. Hyoseob quickly shoved his pants down so she could get better access to his raging erection.

She was right when she said they’d probably save the last one, because He doubted he’d last all the way through the second video. The one Sooyoung hinted that she got fucked from behind. A view he never had.

Sooyoung clicked the video and resumed stroking him.

The angle on the video showed Sooyoung naked silhouette cascaded by the dimly lit room. Sooyoung, hands against the wall, presenting her fat ass.

“Ohh that looks like an ass that’s had some workouts,” Minho said from behind the phone’s lens.

“Less chatting and more pounding,” Sooyoung’s voice called from the dark.

Minho placed the phone on what Hyoseob guess was a dresser, facing the camera towards the back of his bent-over wife, her perfect figure illuminated perfectly by the nearby light, a tantalizing silhouette that invited and begged to be pounded. Minho’s hulking frame stepped close and shoved himself roughly into her waiting slit.

“Oh... oh-oh!” Sooyoung moaned, her hands suddenly clenching and gripping tighter against the wall, her hips twitching. “Harder. Fuck!” she begged.

Hyoseob turned his eyes from the video screen towards the same body parts, seeing the same hips on the couch next to him that Minho was grasping on the video as he fucked his lovely wife. Sooyoung noticed, her smile deepening. The sound of bodies slapping echoed from the device. Minho growled, grasping her tighter and pulling her to him as his hips rocked and pummeled his wife’s magnificent ass. Sooyoung’s large ass was quivering with the impacts and bounced, the flesh wobbling back and forth hypnotically. Minho fucked her mercilessly, relentlessly, hammering her from behind, but with deliberate purpose. Sooyoung started making a high-pitched sound. He had never seen her so receptive.

“Jesus, you really like that, huh?” Hyoseob breathed. Minho was fucking his wife so roughly.

Sooyoung merely nodded, as if embarrassed, turning her face to hide in the seat cushions. Minho grabbed and pulled her arms, pushing her back against him with a forceful thrust, burying his entire length deep inside her. Sooyoung’s walls trembled around him, squeezing his giant girth, wanting more. Minho eased most of his shaft out before plowing slowly, churning her insides with his cock, giving her a moment of relief. But it was temporary and she shuddered once again, clamping down and throbbing around the huge length.

“Unnnggh- Unnnng- Unnng,” she let out with each long, hard thrust.

Hyoseob’s eyes bulged as he watched his wife cum on another man’s cock, knowing she was experiencing something He could never give her to that extent.

“God! Harder! HARDER!” Sooyoung cried, and just like that Hyoseob came to the sounds of Minho fucking his wife better than He ever could.

“Christ!” the present Sooyoung said, sounding somewhat disgusted as his cum trickled over her hand. “You could’ve said something! I’d gotten a towel!”

Sooyoung rose up and headed off to the nearest bedroom to clean her hand.

—

Sooyoung couldn’t really concentrate the following day. A few times, she caught herself staring off into space, thinking of how nice Minho’s long, thick cock felt when he was on top of her, pummeling her body. But she had to go the entire weekend, and then some, before she could have it again. In her mind, that was simply too long a time to wait to get off like she did last night.

But it wasn’t just sex that had her brain distracted. The conversation with Hyoseob had gotten Sooyoung thinking of all sorts of dirty, taboo ideas. Hyoseob had admitted he liked it when she did things with Minho, such as exploring new things. Giving up some of her firsts for Minho, even. Like doggy, or a fucking her tits. She wasn’t sure what that entailed, or what she could do with that information, but she stored it away in her mind.

Sooyoung spent the rest of the weekend running track, lifting weights, and other physical activities to force her life back into normalcy, in addition to her school work. She decided she didn’t want sex to dictate her life, so while she looked forward to tutoring Minho on Tuesday, she dedicated her time to her life’s chores and commitments.

—

‘What are we doing for the tutoring?’ I texted her when she arrived at school on Monday. ‘Can we meet between classes? I need some help to get my balls drained before class so I can focus ;)’

‘Stop it, Minho,’ was all she replied, feeling a tingle of warmth and arousal ran down her spine nonetheless.

‘I was just kidding’ I replied.

I had responded with some teasing ‘Are you going to be wet on Tuesday’ and ‘Can’t stop thinking about it’ but eventually didn’t push it any further. She would assume I was probably too afraid to scare her off for the upcoming sessions, regardless of how horny I was. But throughout the day, Sooyoung felt increasingly needy herself, unable to resist fantasizing about our upcoming session.

It was hard for her to understand how her student having such a big dick had her so riled up... though some of my otherworldly skill probably had something to do with it. In addition to my prowess, I had been respectful. She supposed not every boy would have behaved so well and been so understanding, even if I relentlessly teased her for doing far more than the rules allowed.

Though my skill in the bedroom, the only reason Sooyoung would ever return to me was the thrill and pleasure it gave her husband. Hyoseob loved the humiliation of someone like me enjoying his wife, and her doing things with me that she would rarely, if ever, do with her husband.

Like allowing my cock between her tits. Or how I made her orgasm like a slutty nympho just by fucking her in a position she wouldn’t normally allow. All of this, combined with the non-committal, almost primal pleasure, made the whole experience tantalizing. It certainly was a lifestyle Sooyoung could learn to enjoy, if she didn’t already.

“Wait up, Ma’am,” I called to her after school as she was heading to her car. She crossed her arms, unintentionally revealing her generous cleavage.

“What is it?” Sooyoung asked, ignoring her sudden nervous excitement. She hoped I wouldn’t put her in such an awkward position out in the open.

I went to the same school where she worked, so we were bound to run into each other. However, it did not make it any less awkward. Even though no one was particularly close, there were still a lot of people around. I leaned against her car, and she leaned back against the same vehicle to play it casual. Just some teacher talking to some pupil. Nothing suspicious about two young adults standing next to her vehicle talking to one another, right?

“What did you want to talk about, Minho?” she repeated.

“So about tomorrow... just what should I expect? You know, for the tutoring,” I said, attempting to stall the conversation. I looked over her with a mischievous glint. Sooyoung’s heart raced, unsure whether she should regret this situation or revel in it.

“If you’re here early, maybe we can just fu-”

“Not today,” Sooyoung said with an all too friendly smirk as she casually pushed herself off the car, trying to end the conversation. “And no more about doing stuff between classes.”

I scoffed and began rubbing my bulge. She frowned, and as my smirk lingered, her gaze was drawn downward.

“H-hey!” she stammered, taking a step away. “That’s hardly appropriate. Especially with students walking by,” she hissed. Sooyoung wanted nothing more than to reach over and grab my cock, squeeze that long, veiny piece of flesh she loved so much.

“Well, when else should I talk to you about it?” I chuckled, taking the same step she had, closing the gap between us.

“You could’ve just texted like you usually do... but fine, hop in and I’ll drive you home. We can talk about it on the way,” She relented, trying to shut me up before anyone noticed and hoping to keep the conversation focused on the actual tutoring. “Now knock it off,” she finished.

I smiled proudly as I entered the passenger side. Sooyoung rolled her eyes and suppressed a groan before getting into the car with me, pushing thoughts away and putting the vehicle in gear.

We talked about the tutoring and homework and stayed relatively cordial the rest of the ride, with only a few irrelevant comments from my part because I couldn’t help but admire her tits and ass.

“So, do you ever teach in class? Like theory or whatever?” I asked.

“Pff, just how much do you skip, Minho?” Sooyoung laughed. “Yeah, sometimes. Usually, around football season so any day now. I even have my own classroom.”

“You gonna tutor me on that stuff eventually?” I asked.

“If you think you have use for it,” She replied. “I have booked the classroom a few times this semester for your actual tutorage, in fact.”

“Oh I’d love to have you in a classroom,” I teased. She looked over, amused, and wondered what I would do with such an opportunity.

“Would you want a private lesson, Mister? Detention maybe?” Sooyoung teased back.

“Oh please, Mrs. Sooyoung, I didn’t mean to pass my paper, could you give me an oral exam? To see if I deserve extra credit?” I grinned.

Sooyoung laughed pulling up at her house. “Then I think you’re in luck,” she said, turning the car into her driveway and switching the engine off. “Jokes aside, we can’t fool around at the school... not more than we already did anyway,” she said, not able to conceal a smirk at the memory.

“You mean to tell me you and Hyoseob never done anything naughty at school?” I replied.

“None of your business, and don’t you try any funny ideas there either.” Sooyoung glared at me. I raised my hands defensively, “Alright, alright.”

As I walked her to her door, my eyes lingered down to her breasts and ass. Sooyoung opened the door and turned to me. “See you tomorrow, then?” she asked.

I smirked as my gaze traced her body. From her big cleavage strutting out in front of her, to her waist and down to her wide childbearing hips, my eyes feasted on her, while she tried her best to ignore the reaction her body had.

“Damn, Sooyoung,” I sighed. She blushed and smiled up at me. “Your ass was so hot, stretching and jiggling as you got out of the car. Wish I had recorded that instead.”

“Glad you were entertained,” Sooyoung retorted.

We stood there in the doorway for a few moments, staring at one another. Sooyoung was waiting for me to leave, and I was ogling her body and thinking God knows what. Sooyoung looked stunning, especially given that her work attire frequently consisted of tight-fitting workout clothes. Tight shirts, shorts, or yoga pants, with a sweater tied around her waist. A bit lewd, maybe, but she wore it flawlessly. Sporty and sexy all in one package.

“You leaving?” Sooyoung inquired, ignoring my leering.

“When is Hyoseob coming home?” I asked.

“In about two hours, why? We’re not-” Sooyoung tried to say something, but I interrupted her by pushing her inside and closing the door behind her. Sooyoung stumbled backward, her mind reeling from the forwardness.

“We are not doing this,” Sooyoung said, though with much less vigour as my hands gripped her fat ass, making her gulp hard. My tongue trailed from her earlobe up to her ear. “Minho, please,” Sooyoung pleaded.

My hands ran down from her wide hips, fingers pressing against the hem of her tights. Sooyoung shuddered in an oh-so-delicious anticipation as she realized how badly she’d longed for my touch these past days. Sooyoung realized she had subconsciously chosen to wear an outfit just for me. To tempt and agitate me. She wanted my warm embrace and confident assertiveness. She wanted my greedy lust to break her body and willpower, only to be soothed by my caring patience, stamina, and thickness.

“Bedroom?” I asked, eager to sink my cock in this lovely, formerly faithful wife.

“Yeah...” Sooyoung answered breathlessly, her pussy wet and her cheeks flushed red as she was powerless to resist me, so powerfully she wished I’d bend her over, rip off her tight-fitting garments and-

“Sooyoung? Are you back?” Hyoseob’s voice cut in through the silence, right at that moment.

“Hyoseob! Why’re you home so early? I thought you were staying at the office all day for your important deadline!” Sooyoung answered nervously, fidgeting with the front door for me to get out, looking as Hyoseob came out from the kitchen.

“Eh, they cancelled the deadline; was a miscommunication with the client, and a chance for me to… Sooyoung, what is going on?” He didn’t sound angry, but he had every right to be. Sooyoung was in the process of breaking the rules again, and probably several of them. She had no mind to record it, as it was full steam ahead.

“Well, what do we have here,” Hyoseob scolded playfully. He approached, inspecting her up-and-down as he circled Sooyoung and I, now somewhat frozen from the sudden shock.

“You’re a sight to see, baby,” he murmured and stood before us. “But not what I expected to come crashing through the door,” Hyoseob continued, “but I understand the appeal.”

He smiled as his wife’s mouth bobbed up and down with no words emerging. Her words were caught in her throat before she eventually found her voice.

“Don’t be upset babe, we were talking... then... I mean,” Sooyoung stuttered.

“Relax, I’m not angry,” Hyoseob assured. “Why should I be? Look, it is pretty hot to see you almost fall over, all stunned and panting at Minho.”

A nervous, giddy chuckle erupted from Sooyoung. She licked her lips and blinked slowly.

“Sorry to barge in like this,” I stated, my grip on Sooyoung’s waist still. “Just thought...”

“You’d fuck my wife?” Hyoseob replied.

“Listen, I’ll just leave,” I said.

“Leave?” Hyoseob asked in mock surprise, smiling coyly. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve started it. You can’t stop now.”

“Okay?” I breathed.

“Hey, this is my chance to watch it live. Consider it another hall pass,” Hyoseob said.

Sooyoung didn’t think they’d do any more hall passes, especially so soon after her last one, but she wasn’t going to argue, instead turning around and pressing her round butt against my bulge. I smirked, pressing back, reaching up to the rim of her short shirt, tracing the fabric, and skimming my fingers against the hem of her spandex tights, which I began rolling down her hips.

“Wait,” Sooyoung said. “Didn’t you say something about a bedroom?” she added, meeting Hyoseob’s stare. His eyes widened. ‘That’s right, I’m taking him to our marital bed,’ Sooyoung thought as she looked at her husband. If he was so accepting, let’s see how far he’d let her take it.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs. She was powerless to stop herself now that she had free reign and was absolutely in heat; she needed to be fuck senseless like the horny slut she’d become, right in her and her husband’s marital bed, with her husband watching no less. Sooyoung entered the bedroom and stood by the footboard, pulling me in behind.

“Lay on your back,” I told her. “I wanna see those huge tits jiggle as I stretch out your pussy,” I added.

Sooyoung didn’t respond, but obeyed nonetheless, feeling even hotter from hearing the lewd order. She laid down, ready and wanting. She heard the sound of their breathing, mixed with Hyoseob’s, who silently sat watching on a chair off to the side.

I began stripping off, her gaze fixed on my body. It seemed like an eternity since we’d had each other. She had to admit her disappointment at having her fun cut short. But hopefully, we’d have a lot more time and wouldn’t have to rush or wait for Hyoseob’s arrival.

I moved closer to her, climbing onto the bed until my cock was above her face. A shiver went through her. Sooyoung laid down, extending a hand to wrap around my hovering girth. I chuckled as her soft grip met mine, her fingertips barely touching on both sides. My foreskin was tight and firm over the bulging cockhead, with a wispy cum beading on the slit. She raised her head, extending her neck, and touched my tip with her tongue, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. The wet tongue licked the bead, and she salivated at the unpleasant taste. She was in disbelief about her own actions, doing something so dirty with someone other than her husband. The shame fueled her even more, but she couldn’t push herself any further than this. She lowered her head back on the pillow, allowing the thick piece to hang in front of her, dragging along her chin and grazing over her tits, drooling even more heavily as it made its way, coating the firm boobs and pebbled nipples.

Sooyoung looked up to see me looking down at her, a smirk flashing across my coarse features. Sooyoung understood what I was looking for, what I desired. Despite her embarrassment, Sooyoung was hungry for my dick after tasting the copious amounts of delicious delight I could provide her with. However, as I climbed down her body, I did not align my cock with her. No, I wanted to show Hyoseob how much better I was without even using my cock, so I sunk down the married couple’s marital bed and buried my head between her flawless thighs.

“Oh god,” Sooyoung mumbled in pent-up anticipation for the oncoming onslaught.

*

Hyoseob sat in a chair in the corner of his own bedroom, watching me sink my head between his wife’s spread legs, obscuring his view of her dripping entrance. It was a hard feat to understand how well Sooyoung responded to my touches. It wrecked him as much as it aroused him, and witnessing the events before him was the worst kind of train carnage he couldn’t pull his eyes from.

“Oh- Ohhh,” Hyoseob heard his wife moan, a deep, almost painful groan escaping from her chest. His dick stirred when he saw her lost in pleasure. Her knees were drawn in the air, and her heels were sliding down my wide back, pushing her pelvis forward and mashing her opening against my tongue. His sexy prideful wife was being ravaged by one of her students. Right in front of him.

Sooyoung began panting as her hands took hold of my head, entangling her fingers in my hair and ensuring my face remained rooted in place as I tongue fucked her sopping, hungry pussy. my hands gripped this wife’s athletic thighs as she ground against mine, the bed creaking and rocking in the process. Sooyoung reached back with one arm, holding onto the headboard, while her other kept my head pressed in tightly, her jaw jutted out and her eyes focused.

I worked her like a pro. With each twitch and whimper, labored groan, and gasping squeak, I reacted accordingly, guiding her into a boiling heat that was gradually building in her core, until my skilled tongue finally broke her open, sending her shuddering into an explosive orgasm that drenched my tongue in her juices.

I knew right away that Sooyoung and her husband had never done or come close to accomplishing anything like this before. Nothing in our long sexual history compared.

“Fuck! How...” Sooyoung groaned as her convulsions subsided. She drew her arm back and lay there exhausted, my lips smirking against her sticky thighs.

My cock hadn’t gotten the pleasure it craved, and the impatience was evident in the rigid shaft. I was tall and proud on my knees above her. Sooyoung turned her head, realizing that my cock had not only missed her, but also been neglected. My thick piece had bobbed and bounced, waving and whipping in the air, and landing all over their sheets. I chuckled as the disheveled teacher regained her composure.

“Fuck, Minho, how’d you get so good at that?” She sighed as her fingers and gaze moved down my body. “It’s crazy how fast you can get me off, it’s unfair.”

“Had plenty of practice,” I told her.

“Yeah? With who?”

“Minju, Hana, Sujin, Eunha, so on,” Minho bragged.

“Eunha? Our neighbor?” Sooyoung asked.

It wasn’t typical of her to be so nosy, but Hyoseob could tell, my already extensive experience interested her. Meanwhile, He sat, enraged and jealous. Not only did I get to fuck his wife, but I also had free access to every teen girl in the neighborhood.

“This dirty cock has been in a lot of dirty places, then,” Sooyoung purred while stroking my cock between her legs, enticed by my obscenities. Hyoseob was taken aback by how hot she was, not just because I was in front of her, but also because she was so responsive to it. This was a very different Sooyoung, one who clearly enjoyed the experience and knowledge one had to offer, he thought.

“Turn over,” I instructed, “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

“God, yes,” Sooyoung hissed.

And just like that she was on all fours, knees far apart, her tight entrance exposed, wet, and more than ready. That big sexy ass I could fondle and worship for hours strutted out for mine to feast. I noticed her shaking from anticipation, the pleasurable experience in her pussy still burning and spreading like wildfire, warming her entire body from the inside out.

“Yesss...” she groaned as my cock head settled down against her outer lips, coating the bottom in her leaking juices. It was a hell of a tease.

“Unnh! Minho, come on. Just... FUCK ME!” Sooyoung begged.

“What’s that? What is it that you want?” I teased.

“Please.” Sooyoung inhaled sharply. “I want you!”

“If I fuck you, and I’m not your husband, what does that make him?” I teased, nodding in Hyoseob’s direction.

“A cuck-UGH!” Sooyoung groaned out as I started to push my cock inside her unfaithful hole, taking control.

I fully leaned over her and crawled my hands around and under her, getting ahold of her full tits, cock lodged deep within her as I mounted her. “That’s what I thought,” I muttered, before starting my slow pace.

Hyoseob’s dick throbbed wildly. What could He say about such a display? It was unlike anything he could have imagined or experienced. His own wife was having the time of her life right in front of him, and with someone else, not to mention, her student. He’d never seen her so hot.

“Minho! You’re so BIG. Fuck me!” she moaned, in complete surrender and acceptance of a situation.

“Damn, you are tight... i can’t believe how fucking tight you are!�� I pounded her harder. The bed creaked rhythmically in tune with my hips snapping against her big ass.

The bedroom echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and the wife’s moan rang in his ears. Hyoseob could hear our breathing become heavier as I brought her to climax again. Sooyoung’s breath caught in her throat for a moment before she cried out in delight as I fucked her straight through her orgasm without mercy.

“Like that, Hyoseob?” I taunted him over the moans and whimpers that his lovely wife couldn’t restrain. “Like watching me make your wife cum?!” I asked.

It wasn’t the first time Hyoseob saw Sooyoung do sex acts he’d always fantasized about, but seeing live in front of him was both magnificent and terrifying, given that he couldn’t ever be the one to do those things with her. Or perhaps the only difference between my cock and him was that I knew how to please her far better than her husband could.

“Like to see me breaking your wife? Defiling your wife in your-fucking-bed?” I groaned, thrusting firm and hard. “I’ll never grow tired of a pussy like this! Never! What a fucking MILF!”

Sooyoung was so into it, fully submerging in the wild ride I was giving her. I wasn’t holding back, giving her the kind of rough treatment that no one else could give. That only I could. That her husband certainly couldn’t. Her insides wrapped around mine like a fist as I pummeled her from behind.

I gave Sooyoung long, deliberate, penetrating, slow, torturous thrusts before pounding her hard and deep, letting my cock bury its enormous mass inside. Her huge breasts, undulating back and forth on the surface, would slide a little, causing her hard nipples to briefly rub the fabric.

“He’s fucking me so hard, Hyoseob,” Sooyoung whimpered. “This is all your fault!”

“Holy shit,” He muttered.

“I’d never fuck this shithead if you hadn’t pushed for this!” Sooyoung cried.

“Oh god,” Hyoseob groaned, feeling his impending orgasm rise and then subside as he forced himself to stop jerking.

“Unnh-NNH! MINHO!”

“Tell him how deep my cock is going inside this sweet married pussy. How it stretches you,” I teased.

“Minho, uggh- your cuh-cuh-cocks SO DEEP! Fuck me harder... faster. My pussy is a-and, I need you t-to fuuuck-AAAA.” Sooyoung was incoherent as she exploded. Her body collapsed underneath me as her arms and elbows gave out from my force.

I’m panting profusely and abruptly pulling out of Sooyoung. “Get in there,” I instructed, getting out of bed.

Sooyoung rolled onto her back, allowing Hyoseob to climb between her thighs and eagerly plunge himself between us. The contrast was noticeable. He struggled to fill her with his own member, just as I did. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him close as we rutted together.

“Feels really nice,” Sooyoung assured him earnestly, panting into his ear, but his depraved brain refused to believe her, unable to shake the fact that she had just been fucked hard, pounded deep, and railed thoroughly by someone much bigger.

“Shit... you’re so much looser,” Hyoseob said bluntly. Sooyoung closed her eyes, enjoying his body and ignoring what he had just said. She let out a series of pants and groans, but was lacking. I had really stretched her. He just hoped it didn’t mean that his relationship with his wife had changed.

“Oh god, keep doing it!” Sooyoung gasped and groaned beneath her husband, writhing her body as the waves of pleasure crashed into her. She writhed and contorted in front of him, receiving his shallow thrusts with relative ease.

But her orgasm never came. She panted and bucked against him, but the friction just wasn’t there enough to bring her over the edge. Hyoseob didn’t think Sooyoung realized it, but He wasn’t enough anymore. Not anymore. Not after being taken so far, stretched out, and then slammed, with so much weight and girth. It made a huge difference. She clenched hard around him but didn’t get it where she wanted. She needed something more than him.

The realization burned through him and almost made him cum right away, but instead, Hyoseob felt a tap on his shoulder.

“I’m going back in,” I smirked. “I’ll take care of it.”

I pushed him away and crawled back between Sooyoung’s thighs, forcing him to sit back and jerk off while he watched his wife being fucked by another guy. I don’t think Sooyoung noticed his withdrawal, especially since I reinserted my cock inside her. Sooyoung threw her head back and let out a howl. I picked up right away, maintaining the exact same pace of deep, hard strokes inside of her.

Hyoseob felt hurt being forced to climb back to the chair in the corner, hearing how much Sooyoung enjoys someone else more than him, but at the same time, he felt an intense arousal of humiliation to witness this sight. The way I’m dominantly forcing myself inside her lovely wife, pinning her in place and rekindling her pleasure. She cried for more.

“Take my cock! Take it like a slut!” I kept going.

“Uhnnnh... feels soooo gooood,” Sooyoung panted, clawing and pulling.

I paused just long enough to grab Sooyoung’s wrists and pin them above her head, taking on a male dominant position of ownership. As a bull over his cow, or in this case, a stud mounting his breeding mare. Hyoseob thought back to their lives together, him and Sooyoung. Everything they had experienced together, it all leading to her get fucked by another man.

She arched her back and pressed her breasts against my chest, squirming under me as the heat built up again, more and more, until, with the clench and tingle of pleasure in the stomach and thighs, Sooyoung lost herself in an orgasm, feeling an enormous pressure rising, climbing up from the depths of her pussy, pushing upwards, stretching. Sooyoung squirmed beneath my dominance, gasping, unable to grasp reality as every cell in her body became electrified in response to my hard pummeling.

I then slowed down, letting Sooyoung come down, sinking my lips against hers, and we began to kiss intimately.

“Minho...” She whispered in a raspy voice, gazing into mine.

Sooyoung could hardly speak. She tried, but the words fell short and were barely audible, a quiet and excited stuttering, but as the fog lifted and reality returned, and she started to remember the moment, her tone shifted. Her voice grew stronger, more aware of her situation. “Fuck...” she continued in a less reverent whisper. “Jesus Christ, what is going on...”

“Well... we’re cucking your husband,” I said bluntly.

“Are you mad? Am I in trouble?”

Sooyoung let out a giggle and let me drop my head to her neck, causing her giggle to turn into a moan as I began licking her soft skin while humping her womb.

“Are you going to talk?” I breathed, my full cock sinking slowly into her. “Come on. “Let him hear.”

“Oh my g-uuuh.” Sooyoung trailed off, the words cut off, distracted by massive tool filling her up, touching her walls.

“Now tell me again. Tell him, the reason you have allowed me to defile you,” I teased, not relenting my pace, while whispering in her ear.

“Ohhh,” Sooyoung moaned, shivering, clutching my muscles. Sooyoung whimpered, gritting her teeth to her effort. But not responding was beyond impossible. She had never felt so full.

“Your husbands’ too tiny, isn’t he?” I egged her on.

“My husband is great, I swear, but you’re so big and he’s not,” Sooyoung got out, my fat cock-head poking into her, brushing into a particularly sensitive spot in the inner wall.

“That’s right,” I said with satisfied smirk.

“Ohh!” Sooyoung groaned.

“That’s why you needed to cuck your husband.”

“God Minho...” Sooyoung moaned.

“Just answer.”

“Yes,” Sooyoung blurted out. “My husband is great, I promise- oh my! But he couldn’t fulfill all my needs, my cravings.” Sooyoung paused and closed her eyes. I slowed down because I didn’t want her orgasm to take her away just yet. “That’s why, fuck, I needed you here. So you could give me what I really needed.”

Sooyoung returned my gaze, a loving, heated expression on her face. I kissed her, pressing our lips and tongues together. And we resumed our fucking, moaning together and filling the bedroom with the sounds of flesh slapping, groans, and grunts.

Hyoseob raised his hand to stroke himself, rubbing his dick furiously. His body and mind were filled with emotions and stress. Sooyoung hadn’t been lying about his size, and watching how I held nothing back as my thick meat began stretching his wife again, plunging into her over and over... He had no idea how we were doing it; with our perfect fit, it must have felt like heaven. His eyes burned with a desire to break down. He is unsure whether he is feeling shame, happiness, anger, or passion. He closed his eyes for a second to concentrate on his wife’s agonizing moans and the obscene slick sounds of her being pounded so deliciously and thoroughly.

“Hyoseob, watch me make your wife cum again,” I said.

He could only nod and bite down his own moans, proving my statement correct. The display in front of him became more and more lewd and heated as she moved her mouth to my ears and allowed me to feel her warm breath, while our hips went insane, slamming into her like a high-powered machine.

“You want it,” I told her.

“Ah! Ah! Uuungh,” Sooyoung got out, a half groan, half whisper.

“Oh yes you do. Cum on my cock!” I commanded.

“Minho...” Sooyoung moaned in her raspy voice.

“Don’t bother to fight it, Ma’am.”

“Minho I’m so close, I’m going crazy here, just take my womb.”

I pummeled down deep, thrusting firmly and keeping my base flush. Sooyoung’s hips rose from the sheets and began bucking upward, meeting my heavy thrusts. Our speed increased together. “Minho!” she kept saying my name like a mantra. Sooyoung grunted as I pushed deeper inside of her. She had to scream as I kept my promise.

“Okay,” Sooyoung hissed after an eternity.

I smiled and slid off of her. Sooyoung leaned back into the mattress and spread her legs, arching her hips, watching as my cock come out covered in our collective fluids, thick, sticky, and white. It was hard to comprehend that all that had been inside her, and even more was still spilling out. It was so thick and creamy.

“I haven’t cum this hard since forever,” Sooyoung moaned.

“You did amazing. I can’t wait for a lot more,” I told Sooyoung.

“Yee-ees, me too, baby.” Sooyoung wrapped her arms and legs around me and kissed me eagerly as her eyes flashed towards her husband, a little unsure, maybe even scared, her glance uncertain, her pupils wide, and then she just looked straight at him.

“You okay, Hyoseob?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah... just hard to get over how much of that got in you,” Hyoseob said, laughing. While his expression was undoubtedly one of shock, he was actually doing more than fine. Watching his wife pleasured by another man is an image that will stay with him forever, and the experience left him oddly satisfied. It almost made him happy that she had gotten to experience something like this.

“Well, anyway,” I said, standing up. “I am drained. And we’re not in a real session, so I’m heading out.”

“Sure thing,” Sooyoung said. “And the session tomorrow? Let’s... Let’s put that one on hold for now, okay? We need a bit... a bit of control, I think.”

I nodded and began to dress up. It was reassuring when Sooyoung, the smart person she was, took the steering wheel. When the dust settled, she still considered her husband’s turmoil. Hyoseob was probably complacent enough for us to do more, but Sooyoung was probably right in pulling on the emergency brakes.

“So,” Sooyoung turned to Hyoseob after I left. “Wow, huh.”

He simply nodded, trying to process the event that had transpired. Sooyoung got up and moved in beside him.

“What just happened?” He asked, dumfounded.

“Well, we cucked you,” Sooyoung said, studying his expression as she waited for his reaction to her words. “Was it too much?”

“I... think so. I’m glad you got to experience it... but watching it in front of me was a bit much, perhaps.” He explained to her. “Like, yeah, you’re hot as hell. This entire event is extremely hot, and seeing another man fuck you so well is quite thrilling. But hearing you moan and say all of that... it was almost too much for me. I’m not sure if I can handle seeing it live... especially since he asked me to join in...”

Sooyoung nodded understanding. “So you think we should move on from this whole thing?”

“No! No, I love it. It makes it harder for me to return to the same things later,” he laughed. Sooyoung also giggled. “No, I’m all on for it still, but I think we need a cooling period,” he replied. “At the very least, I participated in real life... However, the videos are quite good.

“Sure thing,” Sooyoung said, with a warm, understanding smile. “And I won’t do anything until you’re ready for it to continue. If ever. I only enjoy this if you enjoy it.”

“You’d do that?” He asked. “Despite everything?”

“Of course... I know I failed before, but I would try with all my might. I don’t want to risk everything for something like that, and honestly, I don’t think Minho would either.”

They linger like that for a bit.

“Sooyoung, can I ask you something?” Hyoseob started. Sooyoung nodded. “Why is it so different? I mean, aside from the obvious physical things. You’re so much wilder with Minho.”

“Aside from how his bigger size just hits differently?” Sooyoung asked, shooting him a smirk, which He returned. “Well... I don’t know. Honestly, maybe it was always there, I just never brought it out. The raw physical aspect. And with Minho it is just that, so much more raw and physical action. I don’t love him, nowhere close, and I don’t think for a second he loves me. And for women sex and emotions are entwined and psychological. With Minho, there is no relationship like that, so it’s purely physical. It’s like I can let go more, if that makes sense. Have good sex with no repercussions, if that also makes sense.”

Hyoseob paused for a few seconds. “I guess that makes sense, yeah. When did you get so smart?” He joked.

“Shut up,” Sooyoung said, slapping his chest. “So everything okay? Anything more you wanna ask, because I want to answer everything you want to know as far as I can.”

“No, I think I’m good. Let’s put a breather on this whole thing then take it from there.”

“Okay, got it,” Sooyoung said with a smile, wrapping a hand around his husband, and cuddling into him as she laid her head on his chest. He placed an arm on her shoulder and held her close, her soft boobs pressing against him. The cuddle made them fall asleep, together, exhausted from the day’s adventure.

[discordantwritings]

Rock Hard (Rock Band! Cross Guild x Reader)

Pt. 3 The Guitarist

Prelude // The Vocalist // The Guitarist // The Drummer

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, semi-public sex, Buggy is a Problem, possessive Mihawk, fingering, oral sex, no Crocodile yet but soon

WC: 2.4k

Summary: So, you slept with the main singer of Cross Guild, who is also your boss. It’s fine. No one will know.

Except Mihawk, Mihawk finds out pretty fast.

Notes: I got distracted for (checks calendar) 2 months but I swear I’m not abandoning anything

Tagging: @keiva1000

“And then you have the meeting with possible collaborators at the end of your day.”

“And why am I doing that instead of Crocodile?” Mihawk asks from behind his desk.

“Because he is busy scouting concert venues.” You explain, clipboard held to your chest.

“And Buggy?”

“I think why we know Buggy isn’t doing it.”

He pauses, rolling his eyes. “We do. Fine. But make sure I have the recording studio booked for Friday and nothing interrupting it.”

“Of course. Any other schedule requests?” You ask, jotting down his demands.

“No just that.” He waves a dismissive hand and you politely nod and head to the door.

“Oh- one more question.” His words stop you and you turn on your heels back to him.

“Are you fucking the clown?”

You nearly drop your clipboard in shock, brain trying to process the absurd question before it quickly turns into a sharp embarrassment. There isn’t time to get out any words before Mihawk is speaking again.

“That answers that then.” His voice is flat but you can hear the slight edge of disappointment.

“It was only once and I swear it will never happen again.” It was the truth- since your moment with him in his office a few weeks ago nothing has happened. Sure he would grab your ass when no one was looking but there hasn’t been a spare moment where the two of you could do anything more.

“Look, I don’t care who you sleep with. As long as you don’t let it interfere with your work it’s fine.” You would feel relieved if you still weren’t drowning in embarrassment. “I’m just surprised.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all you can manage, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t be. It’s unbecoming.”

You can only nod as you slip out of his office in shame.

The next few days everything is normal, and neither you nor Mihawk acknowledge the brief conversation that had happened. You felt the information prickling at the back of your brain every time you were in the vicinity of Mihawk though, knowing how much he was judging you for you indiscretion.

But true to his word he didn’t seem to care as long as it didn’t affect your work. You treated Buggy the same as everyone else, even if his hands and gaze wandered constantly. So, while you remained professional, Buggy didn’t. It wasn’t a surprise to you but an annoyance as he grew bolder and bolder with each passing day.

Like now right now, while you’re sitting down for a meeting with all of The Cross Guild and some investors. You and the band are all sitting on one side of a long table while three business men sit across from you. Today you’re a glorified note taker as Crocodile handles most of the business, sitting and writing between Buggy and Mihawk. You don’t mind it too much- at least until Buggy starts to fool around.

You wanted to stab him with your pencil the instant you felt his hand creep onto your thigh. Restraining yourself you instead shoot him a glare which falls painfully short of your intended effect. The clown just smiles at you as his hand creeps further up your leg. Your hand tightly clasps on top of his to stop his movements but he’s more nimble than you give him credit for, easily sliding out of your hold and darting to what he can manage to grab of your ass.

You’ve missed a minute or so of conversation so despite the hand on you, you try to focus back in on the conversation- only to find Mihawk staring at you. There’s a long moment of eye contact before his gaze darts down to where Buggy’s hand is and back up to you. You’re mortified and try your best to silently convey to Mihawk that you’re sorry and it’s all Buggy’s fault.

There must be something he understands because you feel him look slightly beyond you to where Buggy is sitting and glare- hard. The hand quickly retracts and you’re able to relax slightly and focus back in on your work. You manage to figure out most of what you missed and the meeting is quickly finished much to your relief. You need to go scream in an empty room.

After politely shaking hands with everyone and handing over your notes to Crocodile you dart out into the hallway to go back to your office- only to be stopped by a hand grabbing your wrist. You turn around and see Buggy with a shit eating grin plastered on his painted face.

“We running off somewhere?” He uses his hold on you to pull you in close.

“Buggy I swear to god-“ You look around, making sure no one else has come out of the room yet. “If anyone sees us-“

“Then what?” He moves and you back up, your back hitting the wall. “You’re good at your job- you won’t get fired. Besides, everyone will blame me.”

It’s true- everyone will blame him- but that doesn’t stop you from distinctly remembering Mihawk’s words only a few days ago. He would kill both of you if-

“Clown.”

Suddenly Mihawk is looming over Buggy and you watch as his face pales to the same white shade as his makeup accents. He slowly releases his hold on your wrist before sliding out between you and Mihawk so he can turn and face him.

“Mihawk, buddy, great meeting today. I was just checking in with our manager on the- uh- the-“

“Don’t pretend you know what the meeting was about.” Mihawk then looks at you and you fight the urge to meld with the wall. “Come with me.”

You hang your head and follow Mihawk, not looking at Buggy as you pass him. You go down a few hallways, brain trying to find some kind of excuse to save you. Caught up in those thoughts you almost run into his back when he stops abruptly and flings open a door you’ve never seen before.

Mihawk’s hand pushes lightly against your back and you’re ushered into the newly opened room. It’s dark and small and you realize as he shuts the door behind him your in a storage closet. You’re not fired. Mihawk’s going to just kill you.

“What was the one thing I asked?” He asks, body pressing against you in the narrow space.

“That I didn’t let my relationship with Buggy affect my work.” You admit, pressing your back against the wall to try and not be as close to him.

“Is it a relationship?” He asks, voice low.

That wasn’t where you thought this discussion was going, but it was a fair ask. “I’m not sure. I don’t think anything is ever serious with Buggy.”

“No, nothing ever is.” You’re suddenly very aware of how close Mihawk is, how he’s bending over you slightly and caging you in. One of his arms is bracing against the wall next to you and his other brushes up against your hip. “He’s immature. Unfocused. Did he even make you cum?”

“He did.” You confess, fighting every urge to press against him.

“Surprising.” He hums, hand now fully gripping your waist. “Well if you’re not in a relationship with him you should have no problems seeing what other people could offer you. The pleasure other people could give you.”

“What other people?” You ask breathlessly, still searching for confirmation that this is somehow real.

“I think you know.” Deft fingers undo the clasps of your pants and slip past your waistband.

“Yeah- I think I do.” Your head falls back against the wall as Mihawk’s knees push your thighs apart.

His hand is slow as it moves down, pushing past fabric and gently skirting over your folds. Mihawk hums into your ear when he finds the wetness seeping out of you. “I wonder… is this for me or for him?”

“You!” You answer quickly, desperate as you fight the urge to move your hips down closer to his fingers. “Started when you dragged me away from him.”

“Really now?” That must have been a good answer as one of his fingers rubs along your clit.

His mouth moves to your neck and you tilt your head to give him better access. You whine as he sucks a bruise into your neck, determined to mark you. The possessive act has you melting even further into his touch, relying on his strength to keep you upright against the wall.

One long finger presses into your entrance as his thumb stays firmly on your clit. Your hands are balled in fists at your sides as you fight the urge to touch Mihawk- afraid of ruining the tense moment. That doesn’t stop you from moaning when a second finger quickly joins the first and skillfully curves inside you.

“So noisy… do you want someone to hear you?” His words make you suddenly very aware that you’re still just in a closet in a hallway anyone could be walking down right now.

One of your hands flies up and covers your mouth as his fingers curl again, muffling another moan. Mihawk chuckles as his fingers somehow find spots you could never hope to hit with your own digits. You resort to biting down on your hand when he finally hits that delicate spot deep inside you.

You had watched his fingers move over his guitar, effortlessly playing rhythms your mind couldn’t even keep up with, but you never let your mind think of the other uses those skilled fingers could have. He plays you just like his favored instrument, strumming inside you to get you to sing for him. Now you don’t think you can ever watch him play without these feelings washing over you again.

You’re so close to your orgasm as his fingers make a mess of you but right as you’re about to fly over the edge his fingers still completely and you almost scream. Your eyes find his in the dark and you can barely see any gold in them.

“Say you want me, not him.” He says, voice barely above a whisper.

So close to your edge, you probably would have said anything to get his fingers moving again.

“Mihawk- please I need you- I can’t even think about him when you’re- fuck your fingers are so good please Mihawk-“ You plead and beg, voice pathetic in the small space.

“That’s right.” His fingers move again and your knees give out as he massages the spot deep inside you while pressing against your clit.

If you were in your right mind you’d be embarrassed at the wetness soaking Mihawk’s fingers and your underwear but in the throws of your orgasm you couldn’t give a damn. His fingers work you gently through it, pulling out only when your own legs can hold you up.

“Open.” You obey his command without a second thought and fingers covered in your juices slip onto your tongue.

You leave your mouth hanging open as your tongue swirls around his fingers, making sure to clean every last drop of you off. He’s fixated on the way your tongue moves and you try not to let it get to your head that you have a man like Mihawk captivated. When you’re done you slowly pull away and stare into his eyes, patiently waiting for his next command. You don’t have to wait long.

“Knees.” You drop to the floor so fast you’re sure your knees are going to be bruised but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Your hands quickly work at his belt and shove down his pants, letting his hard, red cock spring free. Bringing his tip to your mouth you let pooled spit drip down, coating his length. One of your hands moves to pump his length as your spit eases the way as your tongue swirls around his tip. You take him into your mouth and hear him groan above you.

Looking up you see him almost doubled over you, one arm holding him up against the wall as his head hangs down to look at you. When you finally catch his gaze his free hand runs through your hair, surprisingly delicate.

“Just like that love.” His hand holds your head but doesn’t force you down further, allowing you to keep your own pace.

You work slowly, forgetting the fact that at any point in time someone could walk in on the two of you. The feeling of him sitting on your tongue is intoxicating as you take him into your mouth inch by inch. Breathing in through your nose you push him into your throat, eventually getting his whole length inside.

You feel his hand grip you tighter as he moans above you. “Fuck you’re good. Can you- just hold right there-“

You listen and don’t move, swallowing around his length and feeling the way his cock throbs in response. You hold like this for what feels like forever until your throat starts to get tired and you slowly push back against Mihawk’s hand. He lets you pull off and you gasp for breath, thick lines of spit still connecting you.

Mihawk’s hand guides you to tilt your head back and he brings his other hand off the wall to furiously pump his own length. You let your mouth fall open as his guides his tip to your tongue. You make sure to look at him as hot ropes of cum fall onto your tongue, making sure not to swallow.

“Let me see.” He crouches down to your level, hand holding your jaw so he can find the perfect angle to see his cum pooling in your mouth. “That’s right- now swallow for me.”

You do so- glad to get the salty taste from your mouth and also glad to see how much Mihawk likes your obedience. He watches your face for a few seconds before pushing forward and capturing your mouth in a needy, sloppy kiss. Despite it only lasting a few seconds, you’re breathless when he pulls away and stands up.

He quickly tucks himself back into his pants and zips himself up before reaching a hand down to you to help you up. He takes care of your pants as well, pressing one last kiss to your neck as he does so.

“See you tomorrow.” He says, a slight smile on his face as he slinks out the door of the closet, leaving you alone in the dark.

You’re seriously fucked.

[scoonsalicious]

2/Unquestioning

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Pocket!Reader

Summary: Family is complicated. Family is messy. Family is what you make it.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mention of sexual situations.

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: Your relationship with Bucky has made public news, and Bucky made a very specific request.

A/N: Consider this chapter a bit of a refresher for where our girl is at mentally atm. As stories often do, this ended up kind of derailing on me, so we're not quite where I planned for us to be, but we will get there!

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You blinked at him, sure you must have misheard his words. “I… what?”

Bucky chuckled softly at the look of confusion in your eyes. “I know it’s not a proper proposal,” he admitted sheepishly, “and I’ll make sure you get one, but, well… yeah, marry me, doll.” 

The expression on his face was so adoring, so open, his words should have melted you right on the spot. Instead, you leapt from his lap and began pacing in front of him, hands fisting through your hair as you tried to calm your breathing. 

“Pocket?” Bucky reached for you, pulling you to a stop in front of him. “Sweetheart, what… what’s wrong? It’s what we both want… isn’t it?”

You knew he was speaking to you, could see his mouth moving, forming words, but you weren’t hearing what he was saying to you now– you could only replay in your head what he had said to you then:

“You don’t have to decide anything right now, sweetheart. I’m not tryin’ pressure you into anything. And I wouldn’t want kids until after we were married for a little bit, anyway. It’s just… somethin’ I’ve been thinkin’ about.”

The words had sounded so sweet then, too, but they’d turned out to be nothing more than pretty lies, spoken to distract you, to keep you from finding out he had slept with someone else, that he had betrayed you. 

You knew it was irrational, that he had gone above and beyond to prove himself, and his commitment, to you, but as your breaths came in increasingly desperate gasps, the only thought that was repeatedly running through your head was What is he trying to distract me from, now? 

Bucky stood up, concern evident across his features as he cupped your face in his hands. “Doll,” he said, his voice filled with unending love and patience as he took you in, “it is what you want, right? Sweets, talk to me.”

You moved your hands to cover his as they rested on your cheeks, your eyes wide and desperate as they sought comfort in his. “Tell me this isn’t like the last time, Buck,” you exhalled. “Promise me, this is nothing like the last time.”

His eyes narrowed in confusion. “The last time? Pocket, what do you– oh.” Revelation dawned on him as he realized what you were referring to, and he shook his head, desperate to dispel the hurt he saw in your eyes. “Oh, Sweets. Oh, fuck, honey, no.” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then to each of your eyes, and across your face to punctuate his words. “No, this is nothing like the last time, I promise. Fuck, baby, I am so sorry.” 

He pulled you against his chest and held you, flesh hand running up and down the column of your spine in an effort to stop your hyperventilating. 

“No, Buck,” you hicupped as you got your breathing under control once again, “I’m the one who’s sorry. I just…”

“Hey,” he gently shushed, pulling back from you so he could look you in the eye, “you have nothing to apologize for, doll. Trust me.” He lowered himself back down on the chaise, taking you with him as pulled you into his lap. “I shouldn’t have sprung that on you outta nowhere like that.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to marry you, Buck,” you said as you played with the dog tags around his neck, ear pressed to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat, “because I do. I just…”

“You’re scared I’m gonna fuck up again,” he supplied matter of factly. There was no accusation in his voice, no resentment for your lingering doubts. “That I’m going to hurt you again.”

“I don’t want to be,” you admitted. “I love you more than anything, Bucky. So much that it scares me. I… I couldn’t survive something like that again.” It wasn’t an accusation or an admonishment, but your implication hung clearly in the air between you: you might have been able to forgive, but you were never going to be able to truly forget.

“I’m never gonna stop tryin’ to make it up to you, Sweets,” Bucky offered, and you were so, so grateful for his understanding. “And when I ask you to marry me, for real, you’re gonna know that it’s because I want to sprend the rest of my life with you. Not because I’m hiding something, or afraid I might lose you, but because I wanna be tied to you in every way a man can be, forever. You’re my family, doll, and I’m not making the same mistakes with you twice.”

You closed your eyes and let out a slow exhale, the tension draining from your body at his words. Even before you had broken up last year, marriage hadn’t been something the two of you had discussed– you hadn’t really been together long enough for it to become a serious topic of conversation, but the honest truth of the matter was that you couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else. 

And yet…

There was still something he didn’t know, something you’d been keeping from him that might make him completely change his mind about wanting to be with you. You’d had ample opportunities to tell him over the last several months, since you’d learned for ceratain, yet something had always held you back, kept you from sharing it with him– the fear that if he knew, he’d no longer want you.

There was a stunning clarity to the realization in that moment– you were behaving no differently than he had when he had crept back into your bed after sleeping with Carthage. No, you’d not been with someone else; you’d not betrayed him, but you weren’t being honest with him. Like he had when he first brought up getting married all those months ago, you were too afraid of losing him to tell him the truth, to let him make an informed decision. 

And you hated yourself for it.

Sensing a shift in your bearing, Bucky nudged you back to attention with his nose against yours. “What are you thinking, pretty girl?”

You swallowed. “There’s… there’s something I need to tell you, Buck,” you admitted, struggling to keep eye contact. “But I’m scared.”

“Mmmm,” Bucky hummed knowingly. “Does it have to do with what got you so upset, that time we were on the video call?”

You nodded, the skin of your cheek rubbing against the fabric of his shirt.

“I still mean what I said then, doll,” Bucky said, kissing your temple, “you don’t have to tell me anything until you’re ready. I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.”

God, you hoped that would still be the case when you finally did get the courage to tell him.

“I want you to know,” you admitted, some of the anxiety leaking out of you with how understanding he was being. “I do. I just… I don’t know how to. Not yet, anyway.”

He brushed the hair back from your face and cupped the back of your head in his large hand. “That’s okay. Wait until you do know. I never want you to feel like I’m forcing you to do something you’re not one hundred percent comfortable doing. I’m done putting you in those kinds of positions.”

You let out a contented sigh. “I’m so lucky to have you, you know that, right?” you asked him.

Bucky smiled. “Nah, Sweets– I’m the lucky one. I never used to believe in luck before, but now, I think about all the things in my life that had to go just so in order to bring me to you, in order for you to give me this second chance, and I think I must be the luckiest man alive.”

Wrapping your arms around his midsection, you let yourself snuggle further into his broad chest. As far as you were concerned, you were both the lucky ones, to have come together, despite all the odds stacked against you. 

You just hoped that, once he learned the truth, he still felt the same way.

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[diaryofasentimentalist]

— i dial drunk // ex!leon

pairing: leon kennedy x reader

tags: angst, exes, drunk dial, very mild sexual content

summary: your ex calls you in the middle of the night to reminisce on the good times, but you'd rather not. (2.7k)

a/n: lots of jumping between the current phone call and their past memories so just mind the verb tense!

The ringing finds you in your dreams, a vexing trill that you can’t seem to find the source of no matter how long you search, that doesn’t stop no matter how long you wait it out. When it finally pulls you from your sleep, you reach over and silence the tone without so much as twitching an eyelid. The grating vibrations of your phone against the nightstand continue as the call finishes ringing out.

Another shrill tone startles you, shattering the silence as soon as you feel yourself drifting off again. Groggily, you pat around on the nightstand until you find your phone again and bring it to your ear, eyes barely cracking open enough to find the green 'accept' button.

“Hello?” you mumble into the receiver, eyes straining open. It’s pitch black. Nowhere near dawn. Good news never comes at this hour.

“God, I missed the sound of your voice.”

That voice you’d know anywhere snakes its way into your ear, straight down your throat and into your chest, where it settles around your heart, squeezing tightly. You’re wide awake now, burning eyes forcing their way open, pulse quickening as you lay still in bed, paralyzed.

“Leon,” you say hoarsely, your voice still thick with sleep.

Your name echoes back to you on a sigh, your chest constricting at the homesickness of it all.

“I told you not to call me anymore,” you say, measured and even in spite of the way it feels like you can’t breathe.

“I know, baby,” he says, words slightly slurred. “But I jus’ missed you… wanted to hear your voice again…”

“You’re drunk.”

It’s not a question or an accusation, just a statement. It’s in his voice, in the way he called you multiple times at such an hour. In the way he’s calling you baby again, telling you openly how much he misses you. Leon has too much good sense— or maybe just pride— to pester you when he’s sober. Even on the rare occasion when he’s run into you in public since the break up, he just watched you from afar, a strange expression on his face. Get enough alcohol in him, though, and he’s right back to the desperation of the day you first left.

“S’that obvious, huh?” he says with a low laugh. The sound triggers the thing that has settled in your chest to tighten once more, sends another stabbing pain straight to your heart as you stare up at the dark ceiling. “Sorry, baby. I know you hate it when I drink.”

“Hated,” you correct. It doesn’t matter. Even if he remembers this conversation when he’s sober, it won’t stop him from talking the same way next time he drunk dials. “I don’t care what you do anymore, Leon, so long as you leave me out of it.” You shift onto your other side, breaking through the strange paralysis that had overtaken you. The digital alarm clock on your nightstand is waiting to greet you. 2:23 AM. “But you can’t even do that. God, do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Nighttime?” he offers, sounding unbothered. “Did I wake you? We always used to stay up this late.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as an involuntary wave of memories floods through you. There were a lot of late nights when you were together. The lack of consistent sleep schedule never bothered you then. You were always just happy to be spending time with him in whatever way. Sometimes you’d be out on the balcony, lights off, clinging to one another as you talked on the wicker settee. Sometimes you’d watch late night tv, lying on the couch with him on top of you, nuzzling into your neck while you traced patterns into his back beneath his shirt. Sometimes you’d lie atop the mound of pillows on the bed, his head buried between your thighs as you gasped and sighed and moaned his name, fingers tangling in his hair.

“I have work tomorrow,” you say coldly, bidding the images to stop. “Goodbye, Leon.”

He cuts in before you can hang up, carrying on as though you hadn’t said anything at all. “Remember when you got that craving for muffins at midnight?”

Of course you do. You’d been having another late night with Leon, the tv droning on in the background while the two of you dozed on and off, when he’d finally suggested the two of you retire to bed. A commercial for some cereal came on just before the screen went black, and the second you saw the mock breakfast spread, that was it. You needed a muffin. Leon laughed off your suggestion at first. As soon as he realized how serious you were, though, he’d pulled you up and to the kitchen, and you’d gotten to work. His offers to help you culminated in him keeping a hand firmly planted on your waist at all times, watching you measure the ingredients out, and kissing the back of your head every so often. But you were at his apartment, and he wasn’t much of a baker, and so you’d only realized halfway through that he didn’t have all of the things you needed, no brown sugar or vanilla or even cinnamon.

Feeling defeated, you’d relented that you could just finish tomorrow. Wordlessly, Leon left the kitchen, returning a moment later with his keys jingling around his finger and tossing you a jacket. He took you to the nearest 24-hour supermarket, your hand never dropping his as you led him along the aisles, giggling. Even now, you recall the distinct domesticity of it all, how you’d felt so normal, like you could have a real life with him some day.

Leon kept a hand on your thigh the whole drive back, taking the long way home just to prolong the moment, and you were so glad you could watch the wind from the open windows rifle through his hair just a little longer, drink in the sight of the passing street lights flickering across his skin. When you finally got home, he was touchier than before as you finished your baking expedition. The moment the tray was in the oven you were upon him, legs wrapped around his waist as he hoisted you onto the counter, pulling you closer, always closer. You’d been so distracted that you’d let the muffins bake a little too long until the smell reminded you what you’d stayed up for. The edges had started to burn, the cinnamon crumble on top hardening just a bit too much, and you’d insisted that you could do better, but he assured you—

“Best damn muffins I’ve ever had,” Leon rambles on. “Been to a million bakeries, can’t find anything like them…”

Why is he telling you all this?

Why is he making you remember?

Now that the memory has started, you can’t stop it, the scenes rolling in your mind like a film. After indulging in the baked goods, he’d carried you to his room, house still smelling of cinnamon and vanilla. It must’ve been well past three by the time he was laying you back against the bed gently, but neither of you were tired. The earlier impatience in his movements had dissipated, and he took his time with you, his hands caressing your body while yours explored his with equal devotion—

“I miss how you felt in my hands,” he says suddenly, as though his thoughts have followed the same natural trajectory as yours.

You remember his hands on your hips, firm, secure, anchoring you to him. The way his calloused palms felt against your smooth skin. The way his touch dripped with reverence, like he was perpetually caught between the desire to treat you like something delicate and the desire to have more of you, that hungry conflict always reflected in his piercing blue eyes—

“I miss how you looked under me,” he continues.

You remember throwing your head back, how he’d dip in to kiss along the exposed column of your neck before littering affection across your face. How it would suddenly stop, sometimes, and when you’d look up at him expectantly, you’d find him gazing down at you in equal parts awe and adoration. The moment you reached up for him he’d come back down and—

“I miss how your lips fit against mine.”

“You’re so selfish,” you interject, unwilling to entertain this any longer, afraid of what might happen if you do. “Waking me up on a work night so you have someone to reminisce with?”

“I know, baby,” he says, a self-deprecating laugh tumbling through the phone, twisting your stomach. “I was a shit boyfriend and I’m a shittier ex.”

That’s not true. He was a wonderful boyfriend, except when he wasn’t. He was always affectionate with you, except when he wanted to be alone… always warm and patient with you, except when he would withdraw… always understanding and attentive, except when he’d drink… It’s just that the times he wasn’t there for you were so hard, and over time, they’d gotten more and more frequent. Nothing you did to try to reach him, to be there for him, to support him, ever seemed to get through to him. Eventually, it was all too much.

Yet anytime you hear his voice, it’s always the good that comes to mind. It overwhelms you, makes you question why you ever left. A single word from Leon makes you curse the day you walked away. Only when you’re alone, in silence, away from the inexplicable effect of his presence, can you truly remember how the lows felt. The isolation of it all, the pain, the waiting. The disappointment over and over and over again.

The rest of that night comes to you now, floating in through the open window with the August breeze. How strange to think that was a whole year ago. After making love, he’d held you for a time, and you were content there, as sweaty and warm as it was, but he’d carried you to the shower with him. It was mostly silent, save for the pitter-patter of the water against the tile. He lathered your hair for you, and you scrubbed his back, pressing kisses against his wet shoulders. By the time the two of you were toweled and dressed in fresh clothes, it was late— or early— enough that you’d decided to stay up and watch the sun rise. You’d snuggled closer to him out on the balcony, the early morning air chilling you slightly as your still wet hair dripped onto your shoulders. He’d pulled you in, his body a natural furnace, and wrapped you in his arms.

God, you’ve never felt that safe anywhere else.

“Yeah, you are.” The words are laced with forced venom, and it burns to speak them. “That’s why you shouldn’t call me anymore.”

“I know.” There’s a pause on the other end. “You should block me.”

His words shatter something inside you. “Shut up.”

“I mean it,” he drawls. “You could just block me. But you won’t.”

“Leon.”

“Because you still think about me, too, don’t you?”

“Seriously, shut up.”

“And if you blocked me,” he rambles on, “then you’d really never hear from me again.”

“Go fuck yourself, actually.”

Laughter filters in and out of earshot, like the receiver keeps drifting from his lips, but he doesn’t say anything else. The silence stretches on for one minute, two. A part of your conversation from that night on the balcony strikes you.

“Why not?” you’d asked him, tearing your gaze away from the brightening horizon to stare up at him, at the distant look in his blue eyes. Somehow, the subject of past relationships had come up. It wasn’t something either of you really cared about, but he’d just disclosed that he hadn’t really had a long term relationship with anyone before you. Most women left before things got serious, he’d said, and he never asked them to stay, to give it a real shot. He shrugged, using the motion to tug you closer.

“I can’t ask that of anyone. I don’t really deserve to. If someone wants to leave, I get it.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “That means you, too, when you finally get sick of me one day.”

“Never,” you said, leaning up to plant a kiss on his cheek as he chuckled. A few strands of sandy hair tickled your nose. “You’re stuck with me, you know that?”

“Oh, darling, I know. I’m afraid I’ll be stuck with you long after you’re gone.”

The offhand remark didn’t make sense to you at the time, and when you asked him what he meant, he refused to elaborate, merely remarking on the emerging colors in the sky.

You get it now. And if you’d got it then, you would have been afraid, too.

Time moves on for everyone else, but not you two. Something happened when you stormed out of his apartment on that rainy night back in April, staining the fabric of time, marring your life with an inescapable loop. Just when you start to feel normal, you’re forced to relive the raw heartache all over again, as if it’s only been four days, not months, since you left. It happens every single time his name pops up on your caller ID. Every so often, when you think— with a surge of dread that you refuse to acknowledge— that he might finally have moved on, he calls again.

Never to ask you to come back, though. Never to ask you for another chance.

Just to reminisce.

Hot tears stream out of the corners of your eyes, landing on your pillow with muted plops. You make no effort to stop them or wipe them away, silent for fear that your voice will betray you if you try to speak now. You hate it, but even crying in bed like this makes you think of him, the feeling of his chest against your back, his silent strength when he’d comfort you during moments of weakness.

“Leon?” you call, wondering if he finally passed out. Hoping that if he did, he’s at least in bed, or on the couch, or somewhere safe. Warm. Not huddled outside of some seedy bar, or hunched over the filthy curb.

“I may be selfish, sweetheart” he says finally, his voice husky, “but you’re just cruel.” You can only blink up at the ceiling, tears momentarily stayed as you wrack your brain for what he’s responding to. “You answer my calls just to tell me how much you don’t want them.”

If the fight weren’t draining out of you, you might snap back at him that he doesn’t have to call in the first place, that he should take a hint, that he should delete your number altogether. Instead, all you can do is let his words hang there while you contemplate them.

Maybe it is cruel. When he calls you like this, asking if you remember, he’s asking something more. Questions he could never verbalize, but that remain implicit in what he says. Do all those little moments mean as much to you as they do to me? Do the memories haunt you like they haunt me? Do you miss it like I do?

Leon won’t ask you to come back, no. But he wants to know if you’ve ever considered it on your own.

“Goodnight, Leon,” you say suddenly, forcing the words past the painful lump in your throat. You can't keep doing this, can't keep letting him tear you down just because he's found himself at the bottom of another bottle. “I hope you learn how to take better care of yourself one day.”

“I hope you find someone better to take care of one day.” At first, you think he’s just scrambled up your words in his drunken stupor in an effort to throw them back at you. But then he speaks again, and you know he meant exactly what he said. “Hey, I’m glad you left. Happy for you, I mean. You deserve better than me." Something terrible is building up in your chest, threatening to climb up your throat if he doesn't stop. "I love—”

You hang up before he can hear the way your breath shudders.

[whatdoidosatoru]

Sleeping In

PART 3 of The Only Exception

- part 1 - part 2 - part 4 - ao3

pairing: Keisuke Baji x OC (reader)

wc: 4.6k

tags: smut, fluff, no use of y/n, some back story (talk of cheating etc..), oral sex (m and f receiving), this chapter is actually pretty mild, sorry :)

summary: after another night of shenanigans with Keisuke, he cleared his schedule to spend a day with me

music:

Absolutely (Story About a Girl) - Nine Days

The Great Escape - Boys Like Girls

Coffee at Midnight - Stand Atlantic

Always - Panic! At The Disco

Church - Fall Out Boy

Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco

Memories Of A Broken Heart - Crown The Empire

Sleeping In - All Time Low

Always - blink-182

MDNI! 18+ ONLY!

I rolled over after what seemed to be a very short nap to find Keisuke with a very focused face holding a book from beside my bed.

“Everything okay?” I seemed to have snapped him out of his focus.

“Oh, yeah, this is just a bit weird."

I chuckled, “Yeah, it’s quite different. One of the main themes is reinvention of oneself and writing one’s own story. Meaning, in storytelling, you can reshape your life and constantly move from one self to the other and so on. If you want, you can borrow it, I’ve read it twice already.” He put the book away and slid back down to meet me for a kiss. 

“Maybe later, I like the person I am with you now.” He pushed my hair out of my face.

“Uhh so,” I started, clearing my throat, “What was that ‘all mine’ business?”

His face turned serious, “Did you not like it? I’m sorry if it was too much…”

“No, no, it’s not that,” I quickly stopped him, “I was just wondering what that meant to you.”

“I thought it seemed kind of obvious?”

“Let’s pretend it’s not and I’d like you to clarify.”

With a sharp inhale I stared at his face. I couldn’t say I hadn’t thought about it. There’s a certain satisfaction in fantasising about a relationship with a person you’ve only seen in a public space once and couldn’t forget their face. But this was different, he was really here, physically and emotionally, asking me to trust him and let him in.

He sat up and I followed, both completely naked and vulnerable.

"I want to be with you. I want you to be mine and nobody else’s. I really like you, to the point that I don’t know how I survived those 28 hours between leaving and seeing you again, having the confirmation that I was just overthinking things. I want to be the only person to do these things with you. I want to take you out on dates and then come back home with you and hold you until we fall asleep,” he shook his head, breaking eye contact, “and now that I said all this I really hope you feel somewhat the same because if you don’t I might just lose my mind.”

 All I could hear was a faraway voice in my head, repeating a mantra that had kept me from living my life the way I was supposed to.

You’re so obsessed with me and naive, no wonder I could sneak around and bed a different girl every night and still come back to you to take me in. Are you so stupid that you can’t see that we have been over for months now? I just kept you around so your cunt can be useful to me.

Keisuke sighed, reaching to touch my face. “Then I guess I’ll have to try harder to get to know you,” he said with a smile, “I’m not giving up on you, Yuna. I know we’re going to be good together, I can just feel it in my bones. Whatever I can do to help you see it, I’ll do it.”

“Keisuke…” his eyes locked onto mine.

“...I’m not sure you thought this through enough. You don’t really know me, you don’t know what a mess my head is in. I want to say yes and it felt right saying I was yours, but I’m afraid we’d rush into it and ruin everything.”

“Can we just watch something first?” I asked.

“Can you be naked while we watch?” His mouth showed a devilish grin.

“Pervert.” I playfully smacked his shoulder, then leaned over to kiss his soft lips, digging my hand into his hair, now in a very loose ponytail. He bit my lower lip, took out the hair bobble, and shook his hair out. I got up to position my laptop on the desk so we could see the screen and put on one of my favourite series.

~ 

When I got back to bed, Keisuke wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head,

“I’m still going to call you mine until you tell me to fuck off.” I didn’t think that could ever be an option.

Mai Darling, 21:33

i’m going to sleep, getting up early to finish my research paper so you can get spicy wherever

just please don’t do it in the kitchen

i don’t want your sex particles in my food

Yunaaaaasty, 21:34

good night my darling i hope we dont wake you later <3

Mai Darling, 21:34

you’d better not or i’ll rip your boyfriend’s dick off :D

Yunaaaaasty, 21:34

:’(

Mai Darling, 21:35

thought so, good night and stay safe lovebirds <3

Huh. Boyfriend.

Something about the notion felt safe and comforting. But that was just a recipe to get hurt again. Especially after last time…

~

“I’ll be out late, don’t wait up,” the voice on the other end of the line said. My heart sank, this had been happening for months now, we never saw each other, apart from him sneaking through my window in the dead of night, waking me up for a quick fuck and then passing out, disappearing before I woke up. Whenever I wanted to bring up the fact that we didn’t spend time together anymore, that I was losing interest in him because we didn’t even talk, he’d wave it off. “I told you I was busy, what more do you want from me?” 

Mai had told me to break it off with him, he wasn’t worth crying over, he didn’t care about me, and I’d find someone who would actually make an effort with me. “Don’t be dumb, Yuna, he’s a little weasel. He’s always seemed a little bit off to me, and you can’t even deny it! You only started liking him because it felt good being with a bad boy at the time. Who knows what he’s actually doing,” Mai would warn me to break things off with him on a daily basis, but I didn’t want to give up on him. I believed I could get him back to how he was before he started to pull away from me. Nobody prepared me for what I’d actually see when I decided to follow him out that night. 

~

“Good morning, sweetheart,” I rolled over and saw Keisuke, already awake, smiling at me from the other side of the bed.

“Mmmmornn.” I definitely couldn’t be accused of being a morning person.

Keisuke chuckled, “I don’t think I know that language, but I’m going to assume you need a couple more minutes of quiet to wake up.” He pulled me closer into his chest so I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. 

I opened one eye as if to sneakily look at him. I couldn’t get enough of him. I could smell him, but I needed to see him, touch him, taste him. Quickly forming a thought in my mind, I managed to wake myself up for my hand to start venturing lower along his body. He quickly caught on and gave me a naughty smile,

“I take it you’re awake now, hmm?” I replied with a kiss, my hand reaching its destination and making him moan into my mouth. 

My hand wrapped around his cock and started slowly pumping it. As I did that, his hips started rolling into me. His moans turned into groans and soft grunts so I decided to switch my approach. Lowering myself to his crotch, his eyes turned hungrier, his noises needier. I took his length into my mouth, eliciting a long moan from his perfectly soft lips. His hips started thrusting upwards, but only slightly, like he couldn’t help himself.

I moaned at the taste of him, sending him into another long moan from the vibrations on his sensitive tip. I bobbed my head up and down, licking along the shaft and wetting it with my spit. His hands were gripping the sheets and his eyes were squeezed shut, taking in all of the sensations. While one of my hands was on the length of his shaft I couldn’t fit into my mouth, I brought the other to my clit, slowly rubbing circles around it and using the sensation to moan around Keisuke’s cock.

He moved one of his hands behind his head and the other to grab my hair into a makeshift ponytail. I looked up and locked eyes with him.

“You look so pretty with-ah fuck-your lips around my cock I could watch you-ah-suck me forever.” He noticed where my other hand was. “Ah, I see. You enjoying yourself?” He smirked with amusement, gripping my hair tighter and pushing me to take more of him in while I sucked in my cheeks to squeeze him tighter. Now he set the pace and very soon he started moaning louder. I rubbed myself quicker now, incredibly turned on by his using my mouth how he wanted.

“Can I come into your mouth?” I could barely hear him through his panting and I had no way of replying as he was still fucking my face so I removed the hand from my clit and gave him a thumbs-up. He laughed, but quickly returned to moaning and cursing under his breath.

“Fuck your mouth is incredible I could do this all day. Good girl you’re taking me so well. Are you ready? Fuck I can’t hold on any longer-” With another tug of my hair and a loud moan he spilt down my throat and my fingers slowed down, not quite willing to stop. I flipped over onto my back and looked up at him, showing him my empty mouth. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss then dragged me back up and kissed down my front to get to where my fingers were teasing my pussy. 

Flashing his canines he went straight in to devour my needy clit and puffy lips. I let out a cry as he pushed two fingers inside of me, immediately hooking them upwards to make me arch my back in pleasure. He removed his tongue only to instruct me to grip his hair, to which I obliged right away, desperate for more friction.

As he licked lazy circles around my sensitive clit I pulled him in closer, kind of afraid he might suffocate, but he just attacked with more fervour, making me moan even louder than before,

“Yes-ah-Keisuke please I’m almost there,” I needed him so terribly and he chuckled, sending vibrations to my core, almost finishing me. 

“Cum on my tongue, pretty girl, I want to taste how good I made you feel.”

That sentence alone sent a wave of pleasure over me, I arched my back and cried out his name while he was slowing down to ease me down to earth. Once again, he wiped his face and licked my slick off, savouring every drop of me before helping me up and embracing me into a tight hug. I was enveloped in his scent, sweetness with a hint of citrus, and it felt like all my stress and overthinking just melted away.

He pulled away after a kiss on my forehead, grinned, and went to put his clothes on.

“I’m guessing you don’t have classes today?” I went to look for something to wear in my wardrobe.

“No, I have Mondays off from university and work, you?” Now that he was, sadly, dressed, he peered out of the bedroom to check if Mai was still home.

“I already messaged work I’m not coming in today.”

With that I stopped in my tracks. Was this because of me? Am I preventing him from going? Wait, does he want to stay in with me?

“Oh how come?” Somehow I managed to sound cool, calm, and collected…I hoped.

“If I hadn’t, I’d have to leave you in bed around seven to get home and get my things to make it. I’d decided I’d much rather spend time with you, if that’s okay with you, of course.” My heart skipped. I felt the biggest grin forming on my face and his face lighting up when he saw it.

“Of course, um, it’s my turn to cook today so I’ll need to pop into the shop to get a couple of things and Mai will be home around 2 and out by 3. Do you want to give me a hand cooking? You don’t have to, of course, but if you want to that would be cool. Also I have to let her know you’ll be with us, do you have any allergies or something you don’t like to eat?” I felt myself rambling and holy fuck I needed to shut up, but he was still grinning at me as if he’d love nothing more than listen to me ramble. 

“You’re so cute. I eat everything and I’ll definitely help and give it my best to not burn down the building.” He made his way to the bathroom and I followed, my hair was in dire need of brushing.

~

Yunaaaaasty, 10:12

my darling keeper of my very own sanity, for lunch we’re making you your favourite <3

Mai Darling, 10:13

My lady, whomstever doth thou meansth whensth thou saysth we?

Yunaaaaasty, 10:14

you’re giving me an aneurysm 

keisuke is staying here for a bit :| hope thats okay with you pls dont be mad mai

Mai Darling, 10:14

as long as my peppers are done and you haven’t fucked in the kitchen i’m fine 

he really likes spending time in our flat huh

don’t take it the wrong way i really don’t mind, i’m just…noticing things

Yunaaaaasty, 10:16

noticing things, my queen?

Mai Darling, 10:16

don’t you worry your pretty little head with that ;) you have enough worries in there for all of us

i’m just saying he’s trying to spend time with you i think that’s cute

continue with my lunch now, servants!

Yunaaaaasty, 10:17

certainly, your highness *bows, scrapes ground with head, disintegrates into ground*

~

On our way to the shop, I noticed Keisuke battling with himself whether or not reach for my hand so I made it easier for him by entangling our fingers and smiling at him. He stopped in the middle of his sentence, as if shocked by my action, and continued with a slight stammer.

On the way back he decided to take my hand himself, but he was reduced to giggles when I used his hand to drag him closer to me and kiss his cheek. It felt good being out with him, being seen and not hidden like some kind of a shameful secret. Maybe it wouldn’t be catastrophic, being with Keisuke. 

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” I interrupted his thoughts, he snapped his head towards me and opened and closed his mouth a couple of times as if unsure how to start.

“I…I mean you said something like that when we met, but uhhh where’s this coming from?”

“I was just thinking out loud. I like being seen with you. Like this,” I lifted our hands, fingers threaded together, “and not feeling like you’re ashamed of me or whatever.”

“What? Has this happened to you before? Because if someone was ashamed to be seen with you, then they’re a moron of epic proportions.” He brought my hand to his lips and gave it a soft kiss, “If we were together, I’d shout it from the rooftops. I’d become so insufferable that everybody would roll their eyes whenever I mention you.” He was so ecstatic about it that I just had to giggle at him.

Back in the kitchen, I put on my apron adorned with Mai’s and my faces - it had been a birthday present from her not long after we moved in together. Keisuke rolled up his sleeves and started chopping red and orange peppers while I seasoned chicken and popped it into the oven. He had already diced the onion because I mentioned nothing stopped from me crying when I did it. When we threw it all into the pan, I got the seasoning out and Keisuke just stared at me from the other end of the kitchen.

“What is it?” I said with a smile.

“Being here and doing mundane things with you feels so natural.”

I couldn’t help but imagine a reality where this was the norm. Walking together, holding hands, cooking lunch, just existing in the same room and talking. I grabbed my wooden spoon and mixed the peppers and onion, adding herbs and garlic. I took out a tablespoon to taste it and grabbed a spoonful for Keisuke to try. He nodded approvingly,

“This is that dish you said you make often? Fucking incredible.” I grinned, put the cooked rice into the pot and mixed it all together.

By the time the chicken was finished in the oven, Mai barged in, groaning and throwing her bag on the chair before face-planting the couch.

“I hate her so muuuuuuch! She knows I don’t read and she still won’t cut me some slack when it comes to assigned reading. I don’t know how many times I have to spell it out for her that I’m fucking D - Y - L - S - E - X - Y - C!”

I had to smack Keisuke’s chest to stop him from snickering.

“My darling,” I went to check on her, “you do know that’s not how you spell dyslexic, right?”

She lifted her head off the pillow and blew a strand of hair out of her face, “Well that’s how I spell it.”

I patted her head and motioned her to come to the kitchen where I plated up our food and brought it to the table with Keisuke’s help. 

“And is your brother older or younger than you?” I wondered.

After we finished lunch, Mai grumbled away into her bedroom and got ready for work while Keisuke and I washed up and put away leftover rice. We still had a good few hours before he had to go home to make dinner for him and his brother so I suggested we go for a walk.

This time holding hands felt natural, and every time we passed someone I knew I didn’t feel like I had to let go and hide. He told me about his coursework, how he had always known he wanted to be a vet, about his favourite things, and his childhood friends. 

“Well, he’s not actually my brother, but he may as well be. We’ve been friends since we were in school. Funny story, actually,” He chuckled to himself, “He wanted to bully me but I ended up saving him from getting beaten up. You’re gonna have to meet him one day soon.”

I stopped in my tracks. He wanted to introduce me to his best friend/brother?

“No, not at all. I’m actually looking forward to meeting him.”

He looked at me, worry in his face, “Something wrong?”

I shook my head, trying not to show I was tearing up,

“You’re so weird, did you know?” He pulled me closer for a kiss. In public? In front of people!

Our kiss got broken up by a bicycle bell so we fled out of the way and just kept walking around. When we passed my university building I pointed it out.

“Looks like a prison, sorry,” Keisuke noted.

“Sometimes it feels like one, too. I need to get something from the library though, wanna come with?” He joined me inside, perusing the shelves of different sections in the library, while I went to the linguistics section to get a massive tome I needed for my next paper. On the way back home he offered to carry it for me when he saw the sheer size of the book. 

“Not gonna lie, Kei, you look really hot with a book in your hand.” His raised eyebrow made me giggle.

“Kei? I like that. I’ll start carrying a book with me at all times.” His hair was shining in the sun and I was overwhelmed by the need to run my fingers through it. Get it together, Yuna. 

I ended up recounting how I had met Mai, how she essentially ‘adopted’ me when she realised I was revising for the same midterm she had to take and she could listen to me revise instead of suffering through her own notes. Then we very quickly became best friends and I asked her if she wanted to move in with me since I had a free room in my flat.

“You own the place then?” Keisuke asked. This story always made me sad.

“Yeah, it was my grandma’s, but she died just before I started university and she left it to me, fully paid off, and she left me a savings account for my tuition. Technically I’m only working to cover my spending money and pay for food.” He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek.

“Sorry to hear about your grandma.” I smiled at him, now approaching the front door. 

As I was struggling to find the apartment key in the sea of keychains, Keisuke started nibbling on my neck, “Hmm this feels kind of familiar, don’t you think?”

I hurried with the keys and pulled him behind me, heading straight into my room and starting to take off my clothes. His mouth was pulled into a devilish grin, canines poking out, making him look like a vampire, and he took his shirt off before pulling his hair back and attacking my neck again.

~

While we were lying entangled I couldn’t help but overthink the situation. I could feel myself digging the hole of obsession deeper by the minute, which is something I had told myself wouldn’t happen again. But, that said, this didn’t feel like last time.

Keisuke opened his eyes and nearly startled me when he spoke. “You look sad.”

Last time I jumped into a relationship without weighing out my options, just because I liked the look of him and he charmed me into thinking he’d stay like he had been that first week. Then I ended up spending six months constantly wondering where he was, and, on the rare occasions he actually spent time with me, being hidden from the eyes of anyone else.

We’d never held hands or hugged in public. He’d never introduced me to his friends or family. Then he’d said he was just keeping me around for sex and my whole self-worth collapsed. 

Not a question. I didn’t want to bother him with my problems, but it was like he had a sixth sense for it.

“Did you forget what I said to you last night? I want to be with you, and that means taking on a portion of your sadness as well as making you cum daily. Let me help you.”

His usual goofiness is gone, replaced by a serious tone, seeing directly into my soul with his intense eyes. He moved one hand to my hip and started caressing me. 

“I was just overthinking things. I know, I know, when do I not?” With a sigh, I continued.

“I wasn’t allowed to express myself in the last relationship. I’m still trying to learn how to communicate with a partner because I didn’t get that before. That’s why I’m so conflicted because I was drawn to you from the start, but the past experience says it only leads to a catastrophe.” I felt the need to shut my mouth immediately. I’d said too much and laid out my emotions too soon.

My mind was racing, but I’d decided. “I think it’s too soon to say, but there’s another Emo Nite event in 11 days and that might be a good day to decide.” 

Keisuke touched my face, looking deep into my eyes.

“Funny you said that, I also felt drawn to you when I first saw you. I was rude to you to try and stop myself from acting on that feeling, but it clearly didn’t work.” He gestured at us lying in each other’s arms. “But I’m glad this happened because now I can show you how a real man treats his partner. What the actual fuck was this guy’s problem? You’re so smart, kind, funny, and interesting, I can’t wait to hear every next word from your mouth. I really hope you give me a chance to show you how serious I am about all of it.”

“Sounds like a date. Gives me time to talk to my friends and get them to come with me again. Apparently they had a decent time after I left.” 

“Does that mean I could meet them then?”

He leaned in to kiss me and chuckled, “Sweetheart, you’re meeting them way sooner than that.”

~

With a million kisses to go and no firm plan on when we’ll see each other next, I saw him to the door and said goodbye. It hadn’t been five minutes before I got a message from him.

Keisuke, 18:32

I can smell you on my clothes. It’s making me smile in public. c:

Yuna🖤💙, 18:33

thats funny because we spent most of the time with no clothes on

but i can smell you on my pillow and im just gonna sit here and snuggle it for a while

Keisuke, 18:33

That’s probably the lamest thing I’ve ever heard.

Please keep it up.

I’ll give you my hoodie or something next time.

Yuna🖤💙, 18:34

PROMISE?!

Keisuke, 18:34

Woah eager beaver C;

Yeah of course. Seeing you in my clothes might send me to a hospital, but I bet it would be worth it. c;

Yuna🖤💙, 18:35

if you get a heart attack whos gonna eat me out until i cry from overstimulation??????

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 18:36

Hey I’m hospitalised, not dead!

Yuna🖤💙,18:36

youre ridiculous. let me know when you get home safe <3

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 18:37

How cute, she’s worried about me c;

~

Yuna-chan, 19:03

i spent the past 22 hours with him 

hes sooooo not like any asshole from before

like

he held my hand when we walked

he kissed me in front of the library?!?!?!!?

he asks me stuff about me

chat is this real??? 

Hana-chan, 19:05

Dibs on picking bridesmaid dresses :)

Seriously though Yuna Im so happy for you

He sounds really nice

I expect an in-depth report on Sunday :D

And I want to see both of you at the event next Friday ;)

Yuna-chan, 19:10

thank you hana i couldnt have done this without you

seriously

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HE TOOK A POLAROID OF ME FROM THE FRIDGE!

Hana-chan, 19:12

Thank fuck it wasn’t a pair of panties hahah

That’s kinda cute ngl

You have one of him he has one of you.

Yuna-chan, 19:15

i’m smiling uncontrollably ??????? can’t stop send help

btw you got homework done for tomorrow?

~

After a few more hours of general upkeep of the apartment, texting with Hana and Keisuke, and sniffing the pillow whenever I walked into my bedroom, Mai arrived home from work and headed straight into the kitchen for leftovers. We sat at the kitchen table, catching up, when she pulled out a bag of popcorn from her bag, along with a couple of pots full of nacho cheese dip.

With a grin, we switched to the living room and put on our favourite show to rewatch, snacking on the loot from the cinema. 

[tearfallpixie]

Soulmate Necklace - Chapter 2: Touring

Sorry I didn't post yesterday. This weekend has been hell for me but here you go! 🫡

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“What the fuck is she doing back here?” Rick snapped when we walked into the room.

“She’s going to be touring with us. Meet Scarlet Darcy. Our new photographer.” Chris introduced me. I made my way back over to the couch and sat down, equally upset by the situation.

“Fuck no. I don’t want her touring with us.” Ricky growled.

“Would you rather be in jail?” Chris hissed. “Because unless you two play couple in public that’s what’s going to happen.” Rick finally seemed to realize the severity of the situation and frowned. “She’s touring with us and so is Elara.” He said, nodding towards my friend who was standing over by Vinny. As it turned out they were soulmates too.

“Fine. Just stay out of my way.” Ricky grabbed his bag and shoulder checked me as he walked out the door.

“We’ll swing by your home and pack you a bag of clothes for the tour.” He told me. We all made our way out to where the bus was and loaded up. “There is an empty bunk in the back for you, Scar and Elara’s is the bunk under Vinny.” Elara was driving my car back home so I nodded. I made our way to my assigned bunk, and I saw Ricky in the one across from me. We were the only two in this part of the bus.

“Just kill me now.” I groaned. I crawled into the bunk and rolled so my back was to him and pulled out my phone. I put my headphones in and scrolled on tiktok for a bit until someone shook my shoulder. I turned to see the purple haired singer staring down at me.

“We kind of need your address to get to the house.” He grinned sheepishly. I blushed, having forgotten about that.

“Right, sorry.” I took the paper he was holding and scribbled it down for him. “It's about an hour and a half away but it's in the direction of your next venue.” I mumbled.

“Thank you. I’ll give it to the driver.” He left me and Rick alone once again and I sighed.

“Look, for the record I think this shit is stupid too. I don’t want any part of it. Unfortunately we are stuck with each other so let's just keep up public appearances and try not to kill each other ok?” I asked. He looked over at me and gave a stiff nod.

“I-I don't hate you. Ok? I just had a really crappy break up a few months ago and I am not ready to move on to someone else. This whole soulmate announcement thing didn’t help at all.” He sighed, not looking up from whatever he was working on on his computer. I rolled on to my other side and faced him.

“You were really incredible on stage by the way.” I told him. “I loved your part during Scoring the End of the World.”

“Thanks. I wrote those lyrics myself. I think its probably one of my favorites that we’ve done.” He murmured. We sat there in weird silence for a bit before he spoke up again. “How long have you been into photography?”

“I’ve been doing it since I was little. My dad was the one who got me into it. I’m going to grab my gear when we get back since I am apparently your photographer now. I have quite a bit of equipment but I’ve never done tour photography so I don’t know what to bring.”

“I can look through it. I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s needed.” He smirked at the screen. I rolled my eyes with a small smile and agreed. I went back to my TikTok again and before I knew it we were at my house. The bus pulled onto the street and I headed up front to get off. Rick followed after me wordlessly and when we stepped off the bus he placed a hand on my lower back, ushering me inside.

“Welcome back!” Elara called from upstairs. “I am packing our bags. You just worry about your camera stuff.”

“That’s a recipe for disaster.” I mumbled. “Make sure I have some appropriate clothes.” I yelled back. That earned a chuckle from Ricky. “Shut up Olson.” I snapped playfully. I led him down to the basement where my studio was and started packing up my camera.

“Where are your camera filters?” I pointed to the cabinet in the corner as I closed my tripod and put it into its sleeve. “The ND filter is a must. Do you have any CPL filters?” I went over to him and dug through my filters for a second before finding what he requested and handing it to him.

“Will I need any lighting rigs?” I asked.

“If you have a small ring light and some bar lights, those might be good to bring along. Just in case we want to do some behind the scenes photos.” I nodded and got into the closet to grab my ring light and bar lights. I also snatched my reflector sheets and my camera suitcase to load everything up in. Once it was all packed away I set the case on the ground and drug it back upstairs where Elara was waiting.

“Ready?” She nodded and picked up both of our bags. Vinny walked in and took one from her before leading us back out of the house. I brought my camera onto the bus while Ricky loaded my suitcase below it. I went back to my bunk and tucked my camera in the corner of it before crawling in and laying back with a sigh. It was about 3 am now and I had been up since 7am the previous morning so I was exhausted. I wrapped my quilt around me and fell asleep to the gentle thrum of the bus humming.

~~

“Scaaar.” I whined at my best friend's voice. I wasn’t ready to get up and deal with the day yet. I shifted and noticed my bed wasn’t as soft as it should be so I slowly opened my eyes and the memories of last night came back. My hand went to my necklace as I turned to face her. “Time to get up. Your boyfriend is waiting.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I snapped as I swung my legs over the edge of the bunk. I got into my drawer and dug out some clothes for the day and changed into them before following her up front with my camera.

“Morning Scar. We were worried you were going to sleep the day away.” Chris teased me from where he was sitting at the table.

“I would like to and to forget that yesterday happened all together.” I grumbled.

“Ooooh, Someone’s not a morning person.” Vinny teased me. He and Ryan were gaming on the couch while Ricky sat nearby on his computer again.

“Shut up Vincenzo.” I snapped.

“Damn, No wonder she and Rick are soulmates. They are perfect for each other.” Ryan snickered, earning a death glare from me and the other guitarist. “Hey, you two have to play nice, remember?!”

“In public. In private I can tell Olson to go fuck himself however many times I feel like it.” I grabbed the coffee pot and poured myself a cup before taking a seat at the booth across from Chris.

“Right back at you Darcy.” Ricky snarked back. I rolled my eyes and turned to the singer.

“So what do I need to do? Like is onstage, ok? What sort of shots are you looking for every night?” I asked.

“On stage is fine. If there is a night that we particularly want you on stage then we will let you know ahead of time. Video footage, pictures from inside the barricade. Things like that. Some Audience footage wouldn’t be hated either.” He told me. I nodded and wrote a couple of notes on a notepad that I kept on me.

“I question your judgment in hiring me without seeing my work.” I teased him.

“While you were packing up at home I did a little look into your work. I don’t think I did at all. You’ve done festivals for your town for ages.” Chris smirked.

“Just make sure you get good shots of us? The last photographer didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.” Ricky huffed.

“Hmmm, maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe you just need a new face.” I shrugged before turning back to Chris. “Do you want me to take casual photos while you are out and about too? That way you guys have some for your stories?”

“If you want. That would probably be pretty cool for fans to see some tour content behind the scenes.” I immediately pulled out my camera and pointed it at Chris, capturing a photo of him giving me a grin while rolling his eyes. I turned it around to show him and his smile grew. “If that was a simple photo I can't wait to see what you do with the concerts.”

“I can’t either.” I mumbled nervously.

[marys-little-cringes]

Too sweet Pt.3

Pt.1 - Pt.2

#too sweet clex

Fandoms: Smallville

Relationships: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor

Additional Tags: Bromance, Bromance to Romance, Pre-Slash, AU, Slice of Life, Songfic

Summary:

The events take place after "Let me start with a clean slate". Lex's trying to make sense of himself after the merger and discovering its frustrating consequences.

Part 3

Lex remembered getting into his car in the morning.

It usually took him no more than fifteen minutes to drive from the Metropolis penthouse he had moved into a week earlier to the LuthorCorp building. Officially, Lex moved because he wanted to get to work faster, but in reality, the old Scottish mansion was suddenly filled with ghosts who followed him around, usually the particular one who wore red and blue and had an unbearably sweet smile.

Lex remembered getting into his car in the morning, driving, getting stuck in a sudden traffic jam that didn't usually happen in this place... And then he opened his eyes and immediately groaned from nausea and headache. He didn't even have time to realize what was happening before his stomach suddenly spasmed and Lex threw up. Out of the corner of his mind, he thought that he should try not to puke on his clothes and jerked to the side, only to find that his arms and legs were tied tightly to the chair he was sitting in. The foul liquid soaked his expensive wool pants. Lex sighed in annoyance and disgust.

"Awake, Sleeping Beauty? I didn't calculate the dosage correctly, I'm sorry. Gas is more complicated than liquid. I'm glad you haven't kicked the bucket yet, otherwise all my efforts would have been in vain."

Lex looked around for the speaker. There was a camera in front of him and the bright light of the lamp blinded his eyes. Everything else was lost in the darkness, but it looked like he was in some old facility. A thought flashed through his mind about the abandoned chemical lab that had once belonged to LuthorCorp, but had been shut down in a scandal shortly before his arrival in Smallville. Something was moving behind the lamp, but it was impossible to see anything clearly.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Lex asked wearily. This had happened to him all too often in recent years.

“Straight to the point, no small talk — aren't you the true Luthor?” the kidnapper said from the darkness behind the lamp. “I could tell you my name, but it wouldn't make any difference to you. I'm just a small fish that gets in the way of important people. As for what I need... That's a good question, philosophical. I could probably say ‘justice’, but that would be a lie. The right answer is retribution, I think.”

The voice was muffled and hoarse. Lex had to make an extra effort to understand it.

“Well, if you wanted to kill me, I would be dead already. That means you have some other plan of retribution. Like what?”

“I would be surprised if Lionel had a dumb son,” the kidnapper said almost approvingly. “Many people have suffered at his hands — not directly, of course. I probably don't even know about all of them, but the public doesn't know about any of them, your father took care of that. Do you think any of the victims received adequate help from him? And now you're carrying on his work. In the best traditions, I'm sure.”

“Look, you have no reason to believe me, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I'm not my father, I know his methods and I don't approve of them. I want things to be different. I am trying to make things different. If my father's actions hurt you, you didn't have to kidnap me; I would have helped you anyway.”

The man made a strange sound, probably chuckling.

“Oh no, kid, I don't need your help. I know your methods well enough. And in my case, it's too late for grand gestures and fiery speeches.”

“Then what?”

It was hard for Lex to think; intoxication clouded his mind, and every now and then, a lump of nausea rose in his throat, which he had to swallow again and again.

“The camera,” he guessed, “is for my father, isn't it?”

“Clever boy.”

“Fine, I don't know what you're up to, but if you think my father's going to scratch for me—”

“I don't need him to scratch anyone!” the kidnapper shouted menacingly; a metal stool clattered loudly as it fell. “I need him to admit what happened here five years ago. Out loud. For the entire world to hear. I want him to admit what he did to me!”

A massive figure stepped out of the darkness into and the light. The man wore some kind of rubberized suit with a helmet; a respirator covered the lower half of his face; the upper half... Lex shuddered at the sight of the gelatinous skin, under which greenish vessels could be seen, his muscles were also translucent, and his eyes seemed to have no eyelids — were eerie, cloudy, and also dotted with green capillaries.

“What happened to you?” Lex asked in a whisper.

“What happened? What are you talking about?” the kidnapper asked mockingly. “According to LuthorCorp's official position, nothing happened to me. As for the other employees who were working in the lab that day... Nothing. Happened. Too.”

“Are they also...?”

“Oh no, they're already dead. And they died in agony, just so you know. Can you imagine what it's like when your body eats itself up? No? Well, they did.”

“But you—”

“Alive, as you can see. Although I would call it ‘undead’. Do you know why?” He quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The stool clanked towards Lex. The kidnapper reappeared, took off his glove, and Lex saw that the skin on his hand was exactly the same as on his face. A disgusting sour odor hung in the air. The man placed his hand on the seat of the stool and it almost immediately began to smoke. The synthetic upholstery melted and turned black, there was a smell of burning, and to his horror and amazement, Lex saw the metal begin to melt. Apparently satisfied with the effect, the kidnapper put the glove back on.

“And this has started to happen to almost everything my skin touches,' he concluded. “I don't know why it happened to me and not to them. Maybe it was because I was near the radiator when the leak occurred. They gave us pennies on the dollar in compensation and forced to sign non-disclosure agreements. It's clear that we signed them, because then everything was fine. For some it started a year later, for others two years later. And so I stayed here, the last one. The only living proof of what happened back then. And Lionel will answer for it.”

“Look, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but if you think my father is willing to lose his reputation for me, you're dead wrong. If you needed money, just money, even then he wouldn't pay it. He doesn't negotiate.”

“Well,” the kidnapper grimaced, “you'd better be wrong for your own good, because he should have gotten my message by now,” he turned and walked out of the circle of light.

Lex sighed and tried to stretch his shoulders. He could hardly feel his arms and legs. The chair was made of metal, but he hadn't given up hope of breaking it when he fell. He couldn't see anything around him to help him get free either. There was a nasty taste in his mouth and his head was spinning, sometimes it seemed he was about to fall asleep. A thought flashed through his mind, startling him with its own absurdity: only a miracle could save him. He clenched his teeth in anger and jerked in his chair as hard as he could, it rolled from side to side but resisted.

Suddenly, the door slammed deafeningly against the wall, making Lex jump in surprise. Heavy footsteps sounded. The figure of the kidnapper appeared before him. His already disfigured face was distorted with rage.

“He refused, didn't he?” Luthor smiled wryly, even though something in his chest ached. “Don't take it personally, it would happen to anyone.”

The kidnapper stood in silence for a minute, breathing loudly into a respirator.

“Is this all some kind of joke to him? Does he think you, Luthors, are invincible or something?”

Lex didn't answer the obviously rhetorical question.

“Well, let's show him how wrong he is.”

The man abruptly turned to the camera and pressed the record button, and then took off his glove. It smelled strongly sour again. Lex barely suppressed a new wave of nausea that rose to his throat at the sight of gelatinous, almost transparent skin, through which muscles and greenish veins shone. The kidnapper crouched down in front of Lex.

“Smile for the camera and say hello to daddy,” he said, grabbing Lex's leg just above the knee.

Luthor didn't feel anything at first, but then a foul smell hit him and he screamed. The stench of the burnt wool of his pants and the burning skin was screwed into his brain like a drill, the fabric melted into an open wound, the skin blistered and burst, the pain was unbearable, like a broken bone. And when it seemed to Lex that his leg would just fall to the ground, blissful oblivion finally came over him.

Lex had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but at some point, a familiar, beautiful voice pulled him out of the darkness.

“Let him go, he's not to blame for your illness, but he can help!”

“The way he helped Earl?!”

“Earl is alive because Lex stepped in. His condition was already irreversible when he arrived. Lex tried, believe me!”

“He helped him so that Earl ended up in jail, are you listening to yourself, kid?”

“He's in jail because of a hostage situation; even Lex couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to help, it was the only way he could.”

“I see, you're on their side... I should've known better. How much are they paying you to be so loyal to these monsters?”

“Nobody pays me, Lex is my friend, I really want to help you, but I won't let you hurt him either.”

“Then you're no better...”

“Clark,” Lex croaked, though he wasn't even sure he'd said it out loud, “run, you fool,” and fell back into the darkness.

The he next time he came to, someone was ripping the ties from his arms and legs.

“Clark?.. How are you...”

Kent looked at him worriedly.

“I lost you, you were supposed to come to LuthorCorp, and you..." he trailed off; Lex gave him a long look.

“Were you following me?”

“Wait, what?! Pfft, no way!” Clark blurted out too sharply. “I was in Metropolis on business, I was near your office, I decided to stop by and say ‘hello’ and they told me you were nowhere to be found and that your car had been found without you. And Chloe and I started looking... And there were these videos... Chloe was able to find out who this man was and that he worked here. Well... that's it. Here I am. Let's get out of here already, your leg... you need to get to the hospital as soon as possible.”

Clark let him lean on his shoulder, but Lex couldn't possibly get far anyway. Not only were his legs numbered after the zip ties, but every fleeting movement of his right hip caused such overwhelming pain that it made his eyes darken. Lex cursed filthily and only gasped when Clark took him in his arms without asking.

“You can curse all you want, but please don't try to break free. Yes, I know you can do it on your own, but let's do it next time. The sooner you get to the hospital the better,” he rambled. “Just try to honorably survive a few minutes of helplessness while I carry you to the car.”

Lex, who had opened his mouth to protest, closed it reluctantly.

“Where's that psycho?” he asked instead.

“It's okay, he won't hurt anyone,” Clark reassured him.

Lex was still reeling from the pain and gas poisoning. He had a lot of questions, but they were crowded in his head in an incoherent lump, Luthor just physically couldn't pull out any meaningful one, so he just said, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, don't mention it,” Clark said. “You'd do the same if you knew I was in trouble.”

“So far, my debt to you is only growing,” Lex noted with displeasure, “while I maintain my position as damsel in distress.”

Clark laughed.

“I'm sure you'll get another chance to make it up to me.”

They left the building; Clark looked around and walked to the kidnapper's car.

Lex sighed in resignation and closed his eyes. He avoided Clark Kent as much as he could, was ice-cold in brief encounters — did everything he could to make Clark stop wanting to deal with him, but apparently it still wasn't enough. God knew he tried, but fate itself seemed to bring them together again and again.

***

Almost immediately, they transferred Lex from Smallville Medical Center to the finest private hospital in Metropolis. Not without Lionel, of course. After the surgery, Lex, determined to maintain his sanity, initially refused opioid painkillers. But as soon as the anesthetic wore off, he realized his fatal mistake. He bravely held out for half an hour, then spent the next ten minutes gasping and gnawing furiously on the pillow. After another five minutes, he was almost praying that this pain would be relieved at any cost.

He was in a hazy half-doze when the door to the ward opened. He wasn't even sure if he was asleep or not.

“Clark?”

“Hi!” the young man smiled in relief, glanced around furtively and slipped inside. “You're like a princess in a tower. Lionel ordered the guards not to let anyone near you.”

“And yet you're here.”

“I, er... used the back door. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Clark, why do I get the feeling that you're not being completely honest with me and that you're just stalking me?”

“Lex, let's not get into how many times you've been ‘not completely honest with me' and just call it even,” Clark said, smiling broadly as he pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed. “You better tell me how you're doing. How's the leg? What did the doctors say?”

“They say I'll need more surgeries if I want to walk normally. And also that my dream of being on the cover of Playboy in a bikini will not come true,” Lex chuckled. “They're going to transplant the skin. After that — one hell of a rehabilitation. All in all, it's not as bad as it could have been if I'd been in the hospital much later. So it looks like I owe you even more than I first thought.”

“Lex,” Clark's face darkened, “I should've gotten there sooner. If I had, none of this would have happened.”

“You sound so sure of yourself, it's even cute. Clark, it had nothing to do with you, you shouldn't have been there at all. If anyone's to blame, it's that freak. By the way, you never told me how you managed to disarm him in the first place. The man was a walking acid tank!”

“For every tank of acid, there's another tank of base,” Clark smiled smugly.

“Did you come up with that yourself?”

“Well... Not exactly. Chloe helped. A lot. In fact, I wouldn't have found you without her.”

“You just look at that, a couple of superheroes!”

“Oh, come on!' the young man shrugged. 'What do you need friends for?”

“I genuinely don't know what I've done to deserve such loyal friends. Even the lunatics who keep kidnapping me are not that surprising anymore.”

“Don't underestimate yourself, Lex. You can be a great friend and a wonderful person if you want to be.”

“Look, Clark, I just don't get it!” Luthor finally gave up. “'How in the world can you be so insufferably sweet and patient? I've been avoiding you for a month, doing everything I could to keep you away, but you're still here! Why?”

"Well, you didn't say it in words out of your mouth, I guess,” Clark said carelessly. “That was enough for me. I mean, Lex, I can't imagine what you went through after the merger, but it must have been hard for you. Before the merger, I promised you that I wouldn't give up on you. I will keep my promise, no matter what.”

Luthor closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows. The opioids lulled his brain into a pleasant calm, but destroyed his ability to keep his words to himself. It took every minute of effort.

“Clark, would you like to see the eclipse of Jupiter?”

“Wh-what?”

“On the seventh of December, the Moon will eclipse Jupiter and it can be seen from the Metropolis Observatory. You and I could go see it. Together.”

“Are you... um... is it... Lex?”

“Yes or no, Clark?”

“Yes!” he blurted out, blushing immediately. “Yes, of course!”

Well, that's all for now. Please let me know if you enjoyed it and would like to get more. And then I will definitely write a sequel.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Make Use Of Me (chapter 1, preview)

Dec. 7 EDIT: ONCE MORE, WITH BRAVERY THIS TIME. No more chickening out. You can read this thing FOR REAL now. Sorry for being weird, and now....sorry if this wasn't worth it. XD

O-OK...here goes....

First thing's first: I am not expecting a lotta people to read this. I'm not asking people to read this. At this point, I'm making this mostly as a passion project, and if anyone enjoys it, it'll be a really cool bonus. My writing style isn't gonna be for everyone, and the characters I write aren't the most....popular characters in the CRK X Reader community, and I imagine this isn't really something a lotta fans'll be demanding more of.

This is LONG. This one chapter is 56 pages long. I am a VERY wordy writer,

So......why'm I posting this preview? Well....partially as an interest gauge for people who WOULD wanna read it, but...mostly as a motivator. As something to remind myself of whenever I get lazy. After all....I can't quit after I made the first chapter public, right? By doing that, I put myself out there...And, hey, I even tagged it, so, if by the off chance, someone did read it, I'm basically promising them more eventually.....

But, again, I'm not forcing anyone to read this.

Not only is it long, but.....This first chapter is probably my least-favorite thing I've ever written. By posting this chapter by itself, I'm testing to see if it does its job of making people wanna read the rest, cuz....right now, I'm not so sure how well it succeeds at that.....

This is the boring part of the story. It's a bunch of setup, and me jumping through hoop after hoop after hoop to just get everything started. I know setup is important and all, but....I'm already a very wordy writer, so....oof....There is some interesting stuff that happens, but it takes a while to get there.

I-I....kinda hate it, actually. The only reason I didn't scrap it is that I didn't realize I hated it until I was about halfway through it and the "good part" hadn't started yet. And I still spent a month writing the thing, so....I finished it.

I'm tagging this...as an experiment. If you wanna read this, go ahead. W-well, read my tags first, THEN go ahead. XD

All I can really say in this chapter's defense is that....I do try my best to salvage it. It's just setup, but I TRIED to make it interesting. And everything that seems like it didn't go anywhere, will later. This isn't the whole story, it's just the beginning of what's gonna be a BIG story. Anything that seems weird in this chapter, gets explored in the other chapters. This does set up a bunch of stuff that becomes important later (The friend character shows up later, the Colosseum becomes relevant later). This chapter is boring, but I tried not to make any of it pointless.

For the future: I'm aiming for five chapters. Chapters 2 and 3 will be a series of smaller vignettes that take place over the course of a few years, chapter 4 will be the climax, and chapter 5 will be something of an epilogue. After that, there will be two endings to choose from (which will make sense when we get there).

This probably won't be my favorite thing I've ever written, but it will be the most ambitious thing I've ever, and probably will ever, write. I haven't written something like this before, and it's all to flesh out this story and make it believable.

Right now, I.....I want to finish this. I'll probably still be writing this in February at the rate I'm going, but...at this point, I've put too much into it to give up on it. However, I'm STILL not completely ruling out the idea of my motivation dying before then. It COULD happen. So, what I'm planning to do is...setting a short-term goal of finishing chapter 3. After I do that, I'll post the first three chapters on AO3 together, and work on the rest. That way, even if I don't finish it, I'll at least have it over half done, and chapter 3 will end on a somewhat high note.

So, yyyyeah....Not a lotta people will read this preview. Overly wordy writing style + boring setup part of story + 56 pages long + assumed lack of interest for X Readers of this character (At least, I haven't SEEN many simps for her, m-maybe I'm wrong, I might be, I-I haven't checked any tags cuz I've been nervous, b-but it doesn't make my writing any better. In that case, this is my first time writing her so I'm trying super hard to do her justice >//////<)

I-if you wanna read this, and see if this first chapter does a good job of making you wanna read the better chapters, then...Go ahead.....

Some notes:

-This is still not the final draft. It's finalized enough for me to share, but I'm still not considering it finished. Even tho I'm working on chapter 3 right now, I STILL go back and edit this, even very recently. So, chances are, even if the story is finalized, small details and sentences are still subject to change. I know for a fact that there are still SOME placeholder bits in here that will change after I get some stuff cleared up. Recently, I even considered chopping off an entire section to make it shorter. I decided not to, but hey, it could still happen. I don't wanna waste anyone's time. The first chapter of a story, even if it's boring, is still very important, and I wanna make sure it's the best version of itself.

(A-and yes, this means that I've finished chapter 2 as well. The reason I'm not sharing it is that, unlike chapter 1, it was finished VERY recently, so I might still need to give myself time to edit it. From what I have, tho, I do like it a LOT more than chapter 1. There are some parts of chapter 2 that I'm legit proud of.)

-Even tho this first chapter is completely clean, I-I should mention that....this fic is for adults. The full version, at least. Chapters 3 and 4 are gonna contain some light N/S/F/W moments (the "fade to black" variety, so nothing explicit) and there'll be other slightly racey comments here and there. Just a heads-up. I'm gonna be uncomfy with minors reading this.

Th-that's all? I-I think that's all.......O-OK, so......h-here goes..... E-enjoy....

[causticjuice]

A Refreshing Distraction — Part 2

Copia x transmasc!reader

(Part 1 here)

Notes: Sorry for taking a literal eternity with this, I was overthinking it way too much and I just need to let it go. Reader is referred to by masculine terms and is AFAB.

Tags: SMUT (18+ MDNI), public sex (in a movie theater), vaginal fingering, slight sub/dom (dom Copia, sub reader), casual sexual relationship (small mention at the end)

Word count: 1.6k (this is not a mistake, part 1 and 2 are the exact same length, idk how or why)

ao3

You’re standing in front of the counter, waiting for the cashier to ask you to choose your seats. As they do, you’re happy to see that the theater is nearly empty, only a few seats taken up. Then again, this is what you expected at this time of day. You choose the seats that look the most secluded, hidden by a balcony above the entrance.

You take your tickets and move in the direction indicated by the cashier.

“Are you excited for the movie?” you ask Copia.

“Sì, I am. But I’m even more excited for something else, bello,” he replies, not quite able to hold back his smile with his gaze locked ahead.

You smirk faintly and look down at your feet while running your tongue over your teeth to stop yourself from grinning. You are thrilled at the thought of his suggestion, but even more so, you are proud that you were able to completely shift his focus away from work.

“Ah, here — theater 6,” Copia points to the doors.

You hand the ticket taker your tickets.

“Enjoy the show,” they say.

“I’m sure we will, grazie,” Copia bows slightly at the employee and you both begin to walk towards your seats.

You roll your eyes at his over-the-top chipper demeanor but you much prefer this to balled up fists and a clenched jaw.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too dramatic?”

“Oh, not at all,” he leans in and whispers, “just happy I’ll get to reward my good boy now.”

You can feel a blush creeping up your chest and face and he releases a low chuckle at the sight.

You sit down next to the wall and set your soda down in the drink holder next to your seat. During the trailers, you chat about your expectations and feelings about the upcoming releases in barely lowered voices. The two of you simply couldn’t help getting excited over a shared interest.

As the beginning of the movie starts to play, you settle into your seats, now both facing forward instead of hunched over the armrest separating you. After adjusting for a few seconds, Copia rests his hand on your knee with a very light touch, rubbing his gloved fingers up and down.

You stay like this for minutes, your mind unable to focus on the screen, occupied with the anticipation of what your partner will do next. A while longer though, and you have gotten used to the touch, still feeling the soothing repetition in the back of your consciousness.

Once the plot is decently established, Copia’s hand drifts slowly up your leg. He keeps using a back and forth motion but applies a bit more pressure to your inner thigh. Just as he’s about to reach your crotch, he stops his hand completely. It’s so close that it seems like the slightest twitch of his pinky would brush right up against your clit.

You sit completely still with your heart in your throat for a few seconds until he slides his hand all the way down your thigh once again. You release a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, unsure if the tension dissipating brings you relief or disappointment. The moment you become certain that he will keep teasing you by moving his hand closer only to pull it away again, he grips the fabric of your cassock and pulls it up slowly until the hem hangs just over the edge of your knee. He slides his fingers under it, having to lean slightly forward to reach it.

The routine begins once more, first with light strokes on the top of your thigh that turn into massaging up and in. Once his hand is where he last left off, he grabs the meat of your inner thigh, squeezing harder and harder until the pressure becomes a sharp sting. You let out a gasp at the exhilarating pain and glance at his profile, trying to search your memory if he ever saw you do that to yourself. His stoic expression betrays no secrets, and you think that maybe he can just read you that well.

Copia releases his viselike grip and smooths over it tenderly. By now, you are burning with desire and nearly soaked through your underwear and pants, his teasing always able to drive you into a frenzy. You flex your hips forward almost unconsciously, not enough to lift yourself off of your seat, but only so that your legs are spread a little bit wider and maybe his hand will shift closer, if you’re lucky.

He shoots you a glance and tuts. “Patience, caro. All in due time,” he whispers and tilts his head in consideration, “Although I suppose you have been good so far…”

The side of his hand presses into the seam of your pants, the stimulation soothing your need only marginally. You breathe out raggedly in your effort to control your reaction. He starts to move slowly while maintaining the pressure and in fear of making too much noise, you hold your breath once again.

At this point, all that is going through your head is alternating thoughts of wanting to keep quiet and needing to feel him as close to you as possible. As if on cue, he reaches his fingers up to the waistband of your pants to slowly unbutton and unzip them. The frustration you feel is unbearable and all you can muster is a pleading expression at his quick glance towards your face. He seems to understand perfectly, responding with a mischievous grin and a slide of his hand under your clothes.

He must be making an effort to barely graze your skin, considering that your clothing is pressing him closer to you. The leather of his glove glides effortlessly over you with how wet you are.

He leans in close enough that you can feel his breath on your ear. “So ready for me already, piccolo?”

“Always, Papa.”

With a groan of approval, he slides a finger inside you and clasps a hand over your mouth just in time to catch your moan. His figure is now looming over you, his body twisted in his seat but still fully in control.

You can feel the seams of his glove rub against your walls as his finger curls upwards. The heel of his palm is pressed to your clit, aided by your tight clothing. Despite the languid movements, you’re already losing yourself in pleasure, eyes pressed shut and jaw slack.

He pulls out briefly, only to slip a second finger in along with the first one before you can react. His pace increases and he keeps brushing against your sweet spot while pressing his palm into you.

With your mouth gaping and his hand still over it, your drool is now dripping into his sleeve, so he shoves two fingers inside, if only to occupy your mind with a task. You instinctively begin to suck on them, the slurping a bit too noisy, which prompts him to shush into your ear. The gentle but commanding gesture causes you to moan around his fingers.

“Caro, be quiet, per favore. We don’t want to get caught, sì?”

You nod rapidly, unable to respond in any other way.

“Bene. Now be a good boy and cum for your Papa.”

He’s now pumping inside you at a merciless speed, the stimulation inside and outside working in harmony to bring you to the edge. His breath on your ear and his fingers in your mouth only work to make his presence more overwhelming.

The moment the pressure spills over and you feel ecstasy rush through your body, a loud noise comes from the theater speakers, masking the moans that you were unable to hold back. Seems like Copia was paying attention to the screen, at least to the extent that he could time your orgasm with the movie. He maintains his movement as your climax dies down and once you look utterly drained, he pulls his hand out from your pants and swaps it with the fingers still resting inside your mouth. You eagerly lick at them to get them clean, the mixture of your own taste and the bitter leather intoxicating, but he pulls them out long before you’re finished.

“Ah, ah, ah, leave some for me.”

He makes a show of licking his glove clean, closing his eyes as if he’s savoring a delectable meal.

“It seems we are both rather tasty, eh?” he says, looking self-satisfied.

While you’re still catching your breath, he fixes your clothes neatly, finishing by smoothing your cassock back down from where it was bunched up around your waist.

The movie is past the halfway point by now, with all of his relentless teasing drawing this encounter out for as long as possible. You try to force your attention back to the screen but you have absolutely no clue what is going on. The part of the film that you were actually able to witness didn’t register in your memory at all, with the excitement of the situation distracting you.

As you sit comfortably and the intense mix of emotions begins to dissipate, you’re overcome with a sense of accomplishment, despite not doing anything at all in that theater. But you did do something, even if not much of it was in the last hour. You’re glad that you could take care of your Papa, in your own way. You’re glad that of all the Siblings with whom he has some kind of relationship, of which you’re sure there are plenty, you were the one to have the idea to drag him away from his work for the day.

You wonder how much more you’ll be able to get done, so to speak. It is still only early afternoon. You reach for your drink, now diluted with melted ice, and ponder the possibilities.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

🏎️💨 THE FORMULA 1 TAG GAME! 🏎️💨:

stealing this from the timeline...

+ zero pressure tags (but i love reading these!) - @lecrep @souvenir116 @fueledbyremembering @thinkingaboutfilm11 @supercollide @fireopaal @callsign-shortstack @thatguywasvaping @linewire @buryawoman and whoever else wants to do it.

1. Who or what got you into F1?

charles edits on tiktok + drive to survive, lmao. i'm one of those bitches. sorry not sorry!

but! i will say! what greg james said about f1 resonated with me because i have never ever really cared about physics or engineering in any deep or substantial way. and now, i am avidly reading people like supermak's incredible posts talking about downforce or apexes or deltas and car configs, looking at the charts and the data, and i just think that is a really fun place to be.

f1blr and f1 fandom so far has been a nice confirmation that multiple things can be true - yes we want to make the vroom vroom boys kiss, but we also care deeply about the ethics of the sport, the growth, about driver + team stories, driver pipelines and equity and race excitement and engineering. i think it's really cool these things can coexist.

the sport never should be one thing to one group of people, you know? (wow that ended up longer than i thought.)

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

charles, and still charles lmao. unfortunately.

i am an oscar piastri enthusiast also. i think there's a bit of recency bias at work here but he's come swimming like a fledgling shark into the shallows with his deadpan personality and i'm just very intrigued by His Whole Thing.

i want good things for yuki! and lewis! my GOAT!! give the man his 8th :( (it probably isn't happening but lets' not manifest that.......)

TL;DR it's been a joy getting to "know" the grid (or at least as much of their public persona will tell us) and getting into the lore. *shaky hands* the LORE!

also nobody asked, but, schumacher was an omnipresent name when i was growing up - which might give away my age - but he always felt like an old school driver. in the sense of his mythos, his mystery, his dominance of the track. that era of f1 is over and the sport only moves on and evolves, but in the same way his presence felt a lot more removed and unrelatable to me, and far away. the speed of technology now and broadcasting and social content makes f1 feel more fun and accessible. it feels a lot nicer to find fandom spaces like f1blr where there are different audiences (female, queer, a variety of ages and backgrounds etc) yelling about the same things.

it's just a different time, not a value judgment. but i am enjoying it.

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

see above, but i'm 100% here for lestappen having a track battle next year only for oscar to pip them to the podium in one of the races lmao. i think it'd be amazing.

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

*long sigh* once again lestappen baybee... the lore... the parallels... the sun-moonism.... the enemies-to-rivals-to-friends-and-gay-rival-soulmates-something

i like other pairings too like in my about me post - landoscar, galex, blabla. my dark horses are riccussell (george/daniel) and groto (george/toto).

something about that greyhound, very wound-up, very upper-middle-class, highly-strung, born-to-want-but-not-to-always-win english george:

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

i got my sister into f1 at around the same time but she's not indicated any preference on drivers yet tbh. she's a casual fan. must be nice being normal.

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

haven't seen enough of them to say, 'cus i only started following like two months ago as the season was winding down. i looooved Vegas '23 though and the legendary charles overtake. he's just so fucking smart and cunning when he's given the conditions and the car to be. watching Abu Dhabi '21 on replay was also a TRIP.

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

i'm still learning them. but i'm mildly curious about the old tracks like nürburgring - it was from a totally different era of the sport and it'd be nice to rebalance the long tracks with the current spectacle of street races even though that doesn't seem to be where the sport's moving towards.

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

i actually live in a place with a track... i had a free ticket for general access once many years ago but that was pre-f1 hyperfixation, and at that point i didn't understand the appeal at all. idk.

i feel like f1 is actually a better experience for me to watch on tv as a fan.... probably blasphemy i know.

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

no and idk that i would because i've seen celebrities in person in the past and it's usually so quick and transactional because they're surrounded by hordes of handlers and/or they're usually running somewhere even if it's a fan-focused interaction.

THAT SAID! i would love to attend a talk by Lewis or just generally hear what he has to say, because what he's done is so beyond f1 at this point and he always shows up in terms of advocacy and speaking up, in recent years, where it really matters. he's a fascinating figure, sometimes contradictory, sometimes controversial, but i definitely would love to hear what he has to say.

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

i am partial to that black and gold lotus from the 80s, ngl:

and this 7up car (jordan 191?) which with the fujifilm sponsorship is just peak 90s:

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

does charles count as a one win wonder............ fight me in the comments

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

"don't waste it" from seb vettel to charles on seb's last day

[kato-neimoidia]

15 questions for 15 friends

Thanks @willameena and @somethingsteff for the tags!

1. Are you named after anyone?

No

2. When was the last time you cried?

About an hour ago! Just a little cry, my parents and brother have been visiting me over the weekend as it's my birthday soon and they'd just left so I'm back to being here on my own!

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I don't see that in my future, but am honorary auntie to my friends children

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

Currently playing field hockey. I've been playing for 11 years now. I absolutely love it, playing in defense and in goal, and also coach and umpire (umpiring only when they reeeeally need me to though!).

Have played - would be easier to list what I haven't 😂 I've played football, cricket, basketball, netball, volleyball, to name a few.

While being able bodied myself, a friend of mine who works with local charities for disabilities organised some wheelchair basketball tournaments that I'd been invited to play in. Quite an experience! Don't think I embarrassed myself too much, but a bunch of us from my hockey team put a team together, and we had fun and a laugh with the other teams involved.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, to my detriment. I once sarcastically agreed to be a hockey team captain one year, the sarcasm wasn't picked up and a couple of months later I see a facebook post advertising me as one of the captains :| I followed through and did the year, but never again!

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Eyes, mouth, facial expression, gauging their interest in the current situation

7. What's your eye colour?

Blue and brown - brown around the pupils, kinda starbursting out into blue towards the edges (central heterochromia o.O)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies usually, I'm a bit cynical and like it when there's a twist at the end where the bad guy wins!

9. Any talents?

Not especially, I'm reasonably good at as sports and crafty things. My 'weird' talent would be that my fingers are hypermobile, so my fingers bend a bit backwards at the knuckles, and I can bent the finger tip joints while keeping the rest of the finger straight

10. Where were you born?

Oxfordshire, UK. Moved to Bedfordshire/Hertfordshire area before I was 1 and have stayed here since

11. What are your hobbies?

Playing hockey, video games, reading, crafting and making little things, such as reconfiguring and painting funko pops, and recently made myself a Sabine Wren mando armour costume for halloween

12. Do you have any pets?

No

13. How tall are you?

5' 1.5"

14. Favourite subject in school?

I was quite partial to maths, biology, and PE

15. Dream job?

Not really sure.. I was always interested in computing and ended up with a job in the IT industry, but it's more in the 'business' side than computing. I've gone vegan and got an electric car over the last 2 years, and have been trying to be more 'green' in general. So it would be cool to be able to do something in that realm, making steps in that direction more accessible and financially viable for businesses and the general public. If money wasn't an object I used to want to work in Game or HMV so I could just play games all day and mess about with merch, while somehow not getting fired

No pressure tags (sorry if you've already been tagged, but enjoy another if so!) @briliantlymad, @isthisfree, @lesbianakins, @underacalicosky, @grapenehifics, @starwalkertales, @piecesofeden11, @trannakinskywalker, @sashkalive, @billowypantss, @mars-attacking, @bolshoiromanova, @vaderborn, @veloursdor, @tideswept

And anyone else who fancies doing this, open invite!

[homesweetgoodneighbor]

Ahem...

I had a whole lot of fury about Phantom Liberty because how fucking DARE CDPR charge us for a major fucking DLC and not fix their shit first.

However, it turns out they may be doing that. Their 2.0 drop is supposed to give us everything we were promised - claiming it's a total reboot- and the DLC actually can't work without it.

Now, I am still mildly annoyed because we were promised free DLCs to make up for their bullshit. Patches do not fucking equal DLCs and that seems to be what the suits there think they are. So, for that, I still think they should give us Project Liberty for free, and fuck anyone who says otherwise. THEY. OWE. US.

But, if this "reboot" is everything they claim. If they really did give their devs all the resources and time needed as the interviews "claimed". Then, I'll be willing to forgive the $30 price tag. But, I ain't buying it for a while, because it won't take two months to find out they fucked the devs anyway despite all the goodwill interviews. I wanna see what plays out.

CDPR is not off the fucking hook. Blizzard burned my ass once with Diablo 3 and I took a chance on buying CP2077 out the gate because CDPR was supposed to be different, but they cemented that I will NEVER buy another Triple A game at launch ever again. The second any gaming company goes public and acquires stockholders, they instantly are not to be trusted for the rest of their existence. So, yeah, I do not trust this. I'll believe it when I see it.

To the gamer bros who might inundate my inbox: 1) Bless your little hearts. And, 2) if you buy into all that shit blindly out of "loyalty" you are a rube and you really should think about how they are using you and should find that shit ridiculously insulting, and I'm sorry no one bothered to point that out to you.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 24 - Hiding in water. Episode 2.

-----------------Evan's point of view-----------------

It was undeniable, the rush of joy that washed over me. The feeling of his lips against mine, fluttering lightly, dancing kisses, man as if my stomach didn't get filled with a thousand butterflies, even the small hairs at the back of my neck stood up! I am so in love with this boy… all of him…. and right there, right then I just felt like shouting it at the top of my lungs, for everyone to hear. I LOVE ANDY CULLMAN There is not a single doubt in my heart. And he loves me too. I let go of his chin and cupped his cheek with my hand, caressing him softly, kissing him deeper, using all power inside of me to hold back from slipping my tongue into his mouth. I always thought too much tongue action in public was tacky, so I was not going to let us become one of those couples. I let myself get more and more lost in him, until suddenly we got interrupted by a child voice*

Little girl: Hey Mister… your ice cream is melting!

Evan: I looked down at a small girl, about 4 years old I would say, and I could feel my cheeks blush slightly Oh… I looked at my ice cream as if I didn't already know Thank you, I hadn't noticed.

Little girl: She smiled brightly That's alright. She looked up at Andy with childlike wonder Your boyfriend has a very pretty hair.

Evan: I smiled shyly and suddenly didn't know what to say

Woman: A woman with an apologizing smile, scooped the little girl up in her arms I apologize for my nosy daughter She smiled warmly at the little girl Erica, I don't think it's his boyfriend… can you please apologize to the nice man?

Erica: But mom…

Evan: I looked at Andy, his face was bright red, and it looked like he was trying to find a place to hide. I knew he was probably freaking out about Erica and her mom, and how I would react to their words. So I decided to once again grab a hold of the feeling free feeling, and smiled warmly at Erica's mom Actually… he is my fiance.

Andy: He coughed like if he had gotten something stuck in his throat

Erica's mom: Oh… I'm so sorry, I didn't realize… I guess my daughter has better eyes than me she chuckled softly and kissed her daughters forehead

Evan: No that's okay, she walked in on us kissing, and was polite enough to tell me my ice cream was melting. I gestured with my ice covered hand

Erica's mom: She chuckled softly I see that… hold on a minute she gestured towards me with Erica, then frowned as she realized I of course couldn't hold her as I was covered in ice… then I watched as Andy's face lit up, and he without a word, and almost per reflex grabbed Erica and lifted her over to sit on his lap I have some she unzipped her bag and after a bit of searching she found a package with wet wipes and handed me one I carry these everywhere… sticky toddler fingers, you know she chuckled softly and smiled at Andy Is she annoying you?

Andy: He clearly did not hear a single word addressed to him, as he was already far gone in showing Erica a lady bug that had landed on his arm, they were both smiling and giggling, and his face had never been so glowing before. He was in his true element, and I couldn't help but feel very warm in my heart. What a beautiful sight.

Erica's mom: She chuckled softly They seem to enjoy each other, huh?

Evan: I nodded softly and chuckled warmly, not being able to take my eyes of them

Erica's mom: So how long have you two….?

Evan: We have known each other since we were teens I smiled shyly but we have been a couple since February this year. And engaged a few weeks.

Erica's mom: Oh! Congratulations to both of you she smiled brightly and reached her hand towards mine, shaking my hand as I let her grab it In this case I would love to buy you coffee? Or maybe another ice cream as I see you both missed out on the ones you already bought she nodded at Andy's cracked ice cream cone on the ground

Evan: I chuckled softly You don't have to…

Erica's mom: Nonsense, this calls for celebrating. What do you say? I'm sure those two would love to hang out a bit more? She nodded at Andy and Erica, still lost in their own little world

Evan: I couldn't help but chuckle warmly as I observed them Okay… you're right… let's not separate them just yet.

Erica's mom: She nodded agreeing If you handle yours, I'll handle mine… there is a nice coffee shop just around the corner, which isn't overfilled with people… they also have waffles and ice cream… my treat she smiled bright Erica! Could you let go of the nice guy for 2 seconds, please?…Erica… Erica!

Erica: She looked up at her mom a bit startled

Erica's mom: What do you say we go get some ice cream with the guys?

Erica: YAAAAY!!! He excitedly wrapped her arms around her moms neck, and let her lift her down on the ground

Erica's mom: Alright chuckled softly So race you back to our table? She chuckled softly as Erica started running, and reached her hand towards us in a greeting manner I'm Sandy btw, it's nice to meet you guys…

Evan: I nodded softly and smiled politely as I grabbed her hand and shook it Evan… it's nice to meet you too.

Erica: Yelling few meters away MOOOOOM are you coming?

Andy: He quickly jumped down from the electricity box and ran towards Erica and they both started laughing loudly

Evan: I nodded in the direction of the two of them and smiled bright And that one is Andy.

Sandy: She chuckled warmly, and I couldn't help but join her.

[sabu-rina]

I’m Not What You Need (But I Am) (Touya/OC) (2/2)

Touya gets his real birthday gift.

tags// semi-public sex, dirty talk wc// 3121

Part 1 AO3

🔥🎂

Just when Eun reached the bathroom, a familiar red feather zipped past her nose, tickling as it went. She paused with her hand on the knob and turned to Hawks with eyes too wide to be innocent. Judging by the smirk on his face, he knew what she was up to already, while Akari, just coming to a stop behind him, didn’t seem to.

“Running from the party already?”

She squinted at him. He stuck his hands in his pockets and tilted his head, wearing a look that at one point would have soured her mood. Now, however, she struggled to keep her glare while her cheeks started to burn. Akari laughed and stepped between them.

“We just wanted to say how amazing the show was,” she said, beaming at the younger woman, “You have a wonderful voice! Did Touya love it?”

“Oh, I’m sure he did,” Hawks said, still with the damned smugness. Eun’s cheeks darkened more but she returned Akari’s smile, if not somewhat sheepishly.

“Thank you! For coming to the party too. I think Touya is having a great time, actually.”

“Or will.”

She gave Hawks another glare when he peeked over Akari’s shoulder, but then a quiet thump behind the door reminded her to hurry it up. Akari glanced at the door, then at Eun’s hand on the knob, then returned to her face. An awkward moment passed, Hawks’ smirk deepened, and realization washed over Akari’s expression, the smile suddenly awkward with knowing. She spun around and pushed Hawks shoulders to get him to head back outside, then fanned her face and nodded to Eun.

“Sorry! Clearly you need the restroom. We’ll see you outside!” Hawks started laughing and Akari muttered at him angrily, too quietly for Eun to hear but obviously embarrassed.

The coast finally cleared, Eun let out a sigh of relief and opened the door. Once there was enough space for her to step through, a hand gripped her wrist and yanked her inside, swiftly shutting the door behind her. Her back was pressed to it before the reverberation from the slam finished ringing off the walls, no time to worry about the whole party hearing it as Touya pinned her with a bruising kiss.

Her mind raced with her heart, only speeding up and spinning out of control when he gripped her waist in one hand, the other holding her wrist to his chest. She squeezed her eyes shut as he bit her lip and tried to pry open her mouth. Meanwhile, his fingers dug into her side and grabbed at her like he’d die otherwise. She squirmed and groaned in protest, the sound bordering on a moan, and he had little choice but to relent when she pushed against his shoulder. The kiss hadn’t lasted long, yet his chest continued to heave after he pulled back just enough for her to speak.

“Slow down, would you,” she huffed. His gaze darted up from her lips and she shivered when his bright blues were somehow darker than her own eyes, not just from how large his pupils were, but from the glower he gave her. A chill ran down her spine, a tingling combination of anticipation and cold wood against the span of her bare back. He straightened just to look down his nose at her and released her wrist so he could hold her waist in both hands, then slipped them down to pull her hips firmly into his. Her breath hitched and his glower slipped into a smirk, although the irritated glint in his eye remained.

“I would…” he growled, “I would have preferred to fuck this morning, but someone left me hanging all day.” He grinded against her to punctuate his point, watching in amusement when she bit her lip upon feeling the raging boner straining behind denim. Eun squirmed again and he held on tight enough to leave marks, his jaw clenching.

“Fine, fine! Just not against this cold-ass door,” she said, a slight quiver in her voice paired with a cute pout.

Too hard to argue, Touya wrenched her away from the door, startling a squeak out of her, and pushed her toward the counter. Her dress protected her thighs from the cold marble, but only momentarily as he spun her around and bunched up the front of her skirt. His warm hand pressed into the soft, squishy spot below her toned stomach to move her away from the marble and against him, where he tried not to grind against her. He had to resist the urge to nut on the back so graciously presented to him, but when he nuzzled into the crook of her neck and breathed in her perfume, his hips moved on their own. Fingers toyed with the top of her panties as he dragged the length of his clothed dick along her ass and watched her reflection in the mirror.

Eun was biting her lip again, but it did nothing to quiet her moans, nor the whimpers when he slipped his hand under her black cotton underwear and prodded at her mons, not moving any lower. There was a lot that could make his girl nice and wet for him, and simple anticipation was high on the list. Or maybe it was just him being mean that turned her on; unsurprising considering her interesting list of kinks.

It didn’t take too much teasing until she grabbed his arm and let out a whine so pitifully needy, it made his cock twitch. In such a small bathroom, he could smell her arousal hanging in the air, mingling with sweat still on her skin from the performance. And he didn’t really care, considering his stinking flesh once burned and it never stopped her. He smiled against her neck and retracted his hand only long enough to tug her underwear down her thighs, letting them fall to her feet. He ran his hand over her stomach, watching the mirror intently as her body pulsed with quickened breaths, then traveled over her hipbone, still too far from where she wanted him. He squeezed the junction where her leg met her hip, then slid his hand along the crease, his long fingers gently pressing until they found their mark.

Touya cupped her bare cunt, groaning and rolling his eyes as his fingers slipped among her drenched folds. His mouth moved to her ear, where he nipped at her earlobe before openly panting. She turned, her eyes closed, so he pressed his face to the side of her head, lips to her ear.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he said, voice low and gravelly like he’d just woken up. He felt her twitch in his hand, so he dragged his fingers through her folds again, smirking at the faint lewd sounds her arousal made. She tilted her head slightly, nudging his face as if to beg for more talk.

“I’ve barely touched you,” he said, feigning admonishment, “It’s probably from dancing around on stage for all those people, huh? In your pretty, little dress with no bra.” At mention of her bra, he bit her earlobe again, this time just as his fingertip glanced over her clit. Her hips jerked and she briefly went on her tippy toes, only for her body to realize it didn’t want to escape and drop back down. He tentatively gave the bundle of nerves more attention, rubbing gentle circles, breaking to run through her lips, and then massaging again. Her moans grew short and higher pitched. He continued his verbal onslaught despite slow, deliberate movements.

“Some of those lyrics…It’s like you were begging me to fuck you right there. You’d like that, letting everyone watch me finger-fuck this tight, little pussy. Not a question, I can tell by all your slutty moaning.”

He suddenly pulled his fingers away and shoved them into her mouth, smirking when she choked in surprise. She was going to cover her mouth upon realizing she was being loud, but he anticipated the reaction. He pressed down on her tongue and caressed the muscle, letting her taste herself. She gagged softly when he slipped his fingers in farther, but only briefly before sticking them into his own mouth. He pulled them out with a pop, smirking when she pouted again.

“Why’d you stop?” she asked, squirming.

“Because I’m ready to rip this fucking dress off you,” he said, only half joking. She narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t you dare.”

“What, I don’t get to tear open the wrapping on my birthday gift?”

Touya didn’t wait for a retort. He tugged the bow above her butt, watching the fabric loosen as it came undone and form a gap. Slipping his hands into that gap, he ran them up, over her ribs, over her breasts, and to her shoulders, where he pushed the dress down her arms. The movement was quick yet careful, knowing she’d atomize his dick if he ruined it. He kept his eyes on her reflection as the black fabric fell away, revealing her pale, toned body and perky breasts. It was easy to forget her tits were fairly sized, easily a handful, with how many compression tops and sports bras she wore, and the black further slimmed her figure. Licking his lips, he slipped the dress off her arms fully and let it drop around her feet with the underwear.

Eun saw his face in the mirror and shivered, feeling a bit like prey now that she was fully exposed, but she was also happy. For all their issues, and even though he was mostly just horny in that moment, there was something in his expression, something a little deeper. Appreciation? She leaned back a little more against him, smiling as his hands drifted over her form as if memorizing every inch of her skin. His warm palms cupped her breasts, squeezed lightly, then ran back down her sides to her waist. Then, his gaze flickered up to meet hers, but she couldn’t read his expression before he spun her around to face him. Whatever it had been before, it was hungry now.

“Was this worth the wait?” she asked, if just to spare herself a moment before he devoured her whole. He didn’t respond with words, just leaned in to kiss her throat, scraping his teeth along her jugular in a way that made her toes curl. She lifted her chin to give him space but tugged at his t-shirt. He moved to her jaw, where he trailed kisses until their lips met properly. The kiss was not gentle despite the lead-up, but sharp and demanding. It left her lips puffy and sore and lipstick on his teeth, but she couldn’t stop smiling. They parted only so she could pull his shirt over his head, then he pulled her chin down with his thumb and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She pressed her tongue to his and moaned at the mingling of their spit. Her hands went to his neck first, as if to keep him lip-locked forever, but a sort of curiosity took over and she touched his chest.

Much like herself, Touya looked thin in his clothes, but good genes and a private gym filled him out nicely. Even before, he’d been toned and surprisingly strong. Now, he had a hero’s body; firm pecks she pressed her breasts against, abs just rippling enough that running her fingers over them made her brain go blank, and a deadly v that made her glad he needed belts but rarely wore them at home. She explored until neither of them could bear it any longer.

He sucked her tongue into his mouth and moaned when her fingers brushed past his navel and tugged at his jeans. He pulled away just a little, panting heavily between smaller kisses, and groaned again when she unbuttoned them and pushed them down off his hips with his boxers. Finally, his erection sprang free, the tip angry and red and smeared with precum. It bobbed against his stomach, twitching with need and impatience, not grateful until it got what it wanted.

Eun let Touya lift her onto the counter and loosely wrapped her legs around him. He groaned when she reached down to touch him, her fingers dancing over the barbells lining the underside of his cock. He scooped up her legs and watched her direct him to her sopping hole, needing to do little else than stop it from bouncing up. When the tip caught, he realized she was just as impatient as him, practically sucking him in as he slid inside. He moaned quietly as her walls quivered around him, tight yet inviting after riling her up so much, and she whined louder the deeper he went, each step of his Jacob’s Ladder driving her crazier. He was nearly balls deep when she let out a sound that the neighbors could hear. Although he loved teasing her, he didn’t terribly want his mother to hear.

He hissed and covered her mouth with his hand, careful of her nose once the panic wore off. She blinked at him with bleary eyes, and he slowly removed his hand.

“Better be quiet. Wouldn’t want your brother to hear,” he said, masking his worry with their usual game. Her already flushed cheeks darkened more, and she nodded. She bit her lip when he continued, holding back another moan when he bottomed out. He had to hold back his own, his eyes briefly rolling back at the overwhelming feeling of being completely sheathed inside her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he continued, “So fucking tight, but you take it so well.” He emphasized the compliment by pulling back just a little to thrust into her. She squeaked quietly, leaning back to hold herself up on the counter. He hooked her legs over his elbows and held her thighs, her legs splayed open so he could watch himself fuck into her. She watched too, enamored with the way her cunt greedily took every inch with each slow thrust. After a few warm-ups, Touya picked up the pace a bit, pulling out more just to drill back into her. Soon, her legs shook, and each thrust announced itself with the slap of skin on skin and a mess of wet noises when her sweet, sticky juices coated his cock and ran down her ass.

Eun tried to stay quiet, attempted to cover her mouth only for the hand to slip back to propping her up. His name came up between her whines and moans, pathetic whimpers and pleading to not stop, never stop.

“You fuck me so good,” she said, drawing out the oo as she bounced on his dick, her head lulling back.

The novelty of watching wore off and he pulled her closer, wrapping her legs around him again so he could fuck deeper and harder, his cock dragging along her walls and hitting the right spots with each brutal thrust. She sat up more, one hand gripping the edge of the counter and the other on his neck, occasionally slipping over his shoulder or chest and leaving pink scratches in its wake. The sting only spurred him on, made him growl as he rutted into her like an animal. He kept talking too, muttering into her ear without truly knowing what he was saying, just that it made her pussy clench deliciously.

“You take cock so fucking well. Want you to cum all over it… I’ll make you lick it clean. Would you like that, slut? Yeah, you would.”

It wasn’t long until they were both close. Eun abandoned all attempts to be quiet, so he kept his hand over her mouth, her still panting hot breath into his palm as she whined for him. He struggled as well, his strings of filthy words often broken by moans, so he pressed his lips to his knuckles. His blue eyes bore into hers, both their pupils blown wide and their faces pink and shiny from sweat. Her muffled whines grew higher and closer together, and he felt her tensing with each wanton thrust. Tears welled from the all-consuming pleasure, the hot coil tightening in her belly and threatening to snap each time the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of her. She breathed heavily through her nose as her body started to find the edge.

Suddenly, Eun knocked his hand away and pulled him in by the neck, smashing her lips to his. He groaned into the kiss as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, then growled and forced hers back so he could taste every sound she made. They fell into an open-mouth kiss as the edge neared, his movements turning sloppy. When her moans picked up, they kept their lips pressed together, swallowing the other’s noise. Her expression twisted and she half-screamed when the tension in her gut finally snapped. His cock twitched violently as he fucked through the crashing waves of her orgasm, her body jolting against his and her hips stuttering when meeting his thrusts. She was still cumming when he came as well. Hot, thick spend splashed her insides, some spilling out each time he pulled out a little too far, and her pussy continued to spasm, milking his balls until not a drop remained. It left him sore and fulfilled, although only until the party was over and they could retire to his room.

She kissed him sweetly as they came back down, both their bodies slick with sweat and their lungs struggling to catch up. He wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into her embrace, still inside her. She rubbed her leg against his thigh slowly and ran her fingers through his hair until he was ready.

He straightened up and slowly slipped out of her, drawing a small shiver from her as his spend started to drool out of her. Before she wasted too much, he collected the spill on his fingers and pushed it back into her. She quivered again as he stuffed her with them, paused to grab her panties from the floor, and slipped them back onto her. She stared at him, a little bewildered, but didn’t argue.

He helped her back into her dress and although she didn’t need to, she helped him dress as well, sneaking in a cheeky touch and teasing here and there. He took it as confirmation that round two would come around.

“For the record,” Touya said once his pants were zipped up from pissing, “This was worth the wait.”

Eun finished fixing her makeup and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling warmly.

“But next year I want my morning fuck.”

[writer-of-worlds]

For your assassination attempt Edeleth you could make it more unique with:

- The assasin: you could make them different and have a reason uniquely related to Edelgard/Byleth ( Rhea loyalist wanting to bring her back the heart? ), maybe you could make them more important in the plot than in your Ferdibert fic? Maybe you could make them someone they know? Like maybe one of the Blue Lion wanting revenge for their King/lost friend, leaving Edelgard/Byleth filled with grief and doubt after the assassination attempt? Or Shamir like in Hopes?

- The whump: I don't know if you write this for whump reason or not, but if you do it could be an opportunity to do different kind of whump? Maybe beside physical injury and near death experience, it could be bringing back trauma, creating new trauma, paranoia, a harrowing focus on the feeling of dread, of not feeling safe anymore, of realizing one own mortality, how it could happen anytime ( Since it's Edelgard maybe there's a thing to do with her shortened lifespan if you subscribe to the theory, like she was just healed believing once again she could *live* yet because of the assassination attempt she realize there's another sword of Damocles over her head? Or since her lifespan is so short, with this assassination attempt she fear of loosing what little time she has left? )

- The method: maybe it doesn't have to be a big fight, it could be something like poison? Maybe even a slow poison, and now Edelgard/Byleth is left to figure out the impostor in the castle ( a Slither taking the face of one of their friend could make this paranoid among us style ) while their lover is in critical condition... Or if you want a fight you try a different approach? Different weapons that leads to different a battle and different injury ( I think a lot can be done through magic with fire, cold or dark magic outside of electricity! Or with a physical weapon, long-range could make an innovating fight? Or a poisoned blade could make an great twist where after the fight Edelgard/Byleth think themselves safe before realizing the poison ), Edelgard/Byleth left to fight without weapon, a longer fight where Edelgard/Byleth have to run ( either in purchase or to flee ) or maybe hide, with hiding or running maybe also making a fight more tense with anticipation where they know there's an assassin but not where

- The setting: Maybe the setting could hold more importance? Like instead of a private tea party it's during a public event and it has deep political consequences? Maybe even at a diplomatic meeting ( with Claude for Almyra ) which lead to a diplomatic crisis? ( For the hurt/comfort you could had Edelgard/Byleth working to solve the issue despite being deeply injured by the assassination attempt and needing to rest? ) Or maybe it was a place that Edelgard or Byleth believed to the one safe place they had, and turn out it's not! Or a place that brings back very bad memory ( like a dungeon for Edelgard ) and so the assassination attempt here lead to a mental health crisis ( continuing on Edelgard, maybe her dissociating with reality believing the Slithers are trying to take her away again? )

Sorry for this, it's 2 AM and reading your Ferdibert fic inspired me too much to sleep 😭 Hope one of those ideas can be helpful at least!

Anon, I am kissing you platonically for this ❤️ I love ALL of these so much!!!! I am getting SO many ideas from it 👀 And yep, it's for the whump! I didn't put it in my whump blog and put it here instead because some people are a little funny about whump, and I was playing it safe when I tagged it with the Edeleth tag. But anyway, your ideas are so MMMMMMMM. My brain is overflowing with ideas.

And aaaaw, thanks! I'm so glad you like my Ferdibert fic!!! Thanks to a friend, I grew to like the ship, and now I love it after my second playthrough of Black Eagles haha. Stay tuned for more Ferdibert and Edeleth stuff, whump or not :D

Thanks again for the amazing ideas, anon ❤️

[nathank77]

4/22/24

2:37 a.m edited..

So after a thorough investigation of fb, you can't hide your tags if the post is public if it's someone else's post. All you can do is untag yourself.

You only have full control over your posts. I mean you have control over your tags but I know you're not removing and re-adding your tags. I tested it with my multiple fb accounts bc I had to know. I'm actually a, "victim," of the metaverse/keyword data tracking. I went on my computer and searched first name last name family reunion, bam its there. First name last name ex husband's name bam.

So If I haven't terrified you and made you think I'm a complete psychotic mess, I mean you probably were waiting for me to make this discovery. Although I'm going to be real.

You're scared of me, you think I'm a crazy stalker, that I'm insane and you prob only come to my tumblr to make sure you and your family are safe.

I probably scared the shit out of you posting about your divorce, I could only imagine. I didn't type in info to find the photos, Elise. All i typed was your first and last name and fb constantly changed what was tagged under your name... and I thought you were communicating with me bc when I searched things up about tagging and fb I couldn't find direct answers.

Anyways If you aren't scared of me, I'm sorry I lost myself. I guess I'll check your actual fb occasionally like once a month or something. Cause that never changes and generally that's all you have control over. Unless you want to untag and re-tag yourself which isn't realistic.

I feel like a fucking idiot.

Wake up by silverstein really fits right now. I can only imagine what you see when you look at me.

As of this moment i have this:

1) your pose change

2) the fact you haven't blocked me or rejected it- which could be a way to protect yourself from me...

3) it going from everyone to friends the day before i went to the brass mill mall.

4) it going from friends to everyone the day before i went to the west farms mall.

5) your bio and profile picture changing the day after I posted about your divorce from your ex husband and how it appears he left your daughters without a father. And I posted shape shift the day before.

99% of this could be circumstantial. I mean the pose the day you blocked me is a little hard to believe unless you're protecting yourself... I don't think it was circumstantial...

The friends to everyone and back I mean it could be a way to say I'm reading...

Either way my intentions were good and fb really played with me. You never did.

I hope you don't see a psychotic crazy guy you need to protect yourself from. I'm not coming for you. I wish you'd come for me though.

I don't expect anything from you. I never expect to see or hear from you again. I can only imagine how I look. Over here like this post changed. Omg you posted this. Christ I want to jump off a bridge.

The worse part is only bc I have psychosis am I beating myself up over it- I would have assumed you could control individually what shows up when someone searches you...

Yet that doesn't matter. I'm sorry I can only imagine what you see when you look at me.

I'm sure you think I'm a psychotic stalker. I'm sure you don't see me as the boy across the Webcam anymore. I'm sure at this point our eye contacts only means one thing to you- I don't see Nathan behind those eyes anymore.

I'm sorry you met me. I'm not sorry I met you. You're still a poem earth wrote to keep me alive. Although I'm sure I'll never hear from you.

"I saw the light, I went to hell

But the devil never looked my way"

"Flatlines now I've lost my tomorrow

I've paid the debt of the time I've been borrowing

Nothing can save me

There's nothing in the mirror

Now all I am is a dead reflection"

I'll assume you are protecting yourself and you think I'm insane.

All I am is a dead reflection- I went to hell (psychosis) but the devil didn't look my way- bc I only ever meant to love you even if loving you meant never knowing you.

I truly hope you're happy and I hope I didn't terrify you. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.

Goodbye Elise.