#i can ramble on and on but it would just fucking sound like the first song in the normal album with vampire culture bassboosted
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Itâs a hot summer day and youâre not prepared for what you find when you step outside the Shack.
suggestive, fem reader
The Mystery Shack feels like itâs punishing you for even existing today. . . every room drenched in a warmth so oppressive it makes your skin stick to itself. The fans are useless in this oven.
Youâre irritable, sweaty, and worst of all, alone. The usual bickering, the faint sound of tools or Stanâs TV rambling on in the background, none of itâs here. The Shack feels wrong without them. Â
âStan? Ford?â
Youâd checked everywhere, no Ford hunched over in his lab, no Stan napping on his recliner. Youâre about to give up, maybe lay down and suffer quietly, when you catch thatâ clang, clang, the unmistakable sound of metal on metal, and muffled.
Curious, you step outside, and the second you do the sun hits like a slap. Bright, blinding, merciless. You shield your eyes with one hand, squinting through the glare, and. . . oh. Here they are.
Stan and Ford. Both of them. Shirtless. Bent over the Stanmobile. Sweaty, dirty, all covered in oil.Â
Stanâs at the front, hunched over the engine, his belly jiggles slightly as he leans in, his broad shoulders gleaming in the sunlight, muscles shifting and flexing as he tightens something with a wrench. Sweat rolls down his hairy chest.Â
Ford stands off to the side, frowning at a toolbox, his scarred six-fingered hands carefully sorting through its contents. His frame is a bit leaner, but just as distracting. Scars crisscross his torso, telling stories youâd kill to hear. Thereâs a smear of oil across his chest, and when he finally looks up, letting out a tired sigh from heat, the sweat trailing down his neck to his collarbone you forget how to fucking breathe.
And now youâre just standing there. Staring. No, ogling.
Stanâs the first to notice, of course. Heâs always the first to notice. Â
âWell, well, look whoâs decided to grace us with their presence,â he calls as he straightens up, wiping his hands on a grease-stained rag. âya just gonna stand there and watch, sweetheart? or ya wanna lend a hand?â
You choke, physically choke, because heâs grinning now and fuck, that look should be illegal.
Ford glances over, his brow furrowed in mild concern when he notices you. âAre you all right? You shouldnât be standing out here in this heat, itâs dangerous without proper hydration.â
Stan rolls his eyes, tossing the rag over his shoulder. âOh, give it a rest, Sixer. Sheâs fine. Though, if you are feelinâ faint, sweetheart, Iâd be happy to catch ya. Or hold ya. Or. . . well, I can think of a few other ways to keep you steady.â
Your stomach flips, legs feel like jelly. Stanâs eyes are raking over you, not subtle in the slightest, and. . . Ford gaze lingers, too.
âProlonged exposure to the sun can lead to heatstroke andââ
âWould you quit it with the lecture, genius?âÂ
You donât answer. You canât, you just let them both argue. Itâs actually good they do, at least they wonât notice how pathetic you look right now as you drink them in, every bead of sweat, every flex and shift of muscle. All you can think about is what itâd feel like to touch them, to let your fingers trace the scars on Fordâs chest, to feel the heat radiating from Stanâs skin.
You imagine Stan leaning against the car, beckoning you closer with that cocky grin. âCâmere, sweetheart, why donât you put those pretty little hands to good use?â Â
Ford would step behind you, letting his hands slide over your shoulders, down your arms, breathing in your ear. âRelax, darling, weâll just make you feel good.â as he plants tender kisses on your neck.
Stanâs fingers trailing down the curve of your waist as you lock your eyes with him, while Ford pays attention to your skin, kissing every inch of it. âyouâre just dyinâ to feel us, huh? that pretty pussy of yours must be drippin.â
Then Fordâs hand on your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze, the silent act of possession, jealousy. âLook at me,â which would sound like a fucking command. âDonât look away. I need you to see everything we're going to do to you.â Â
Your thighs press together, but itâs no use. Youâre fucked.
âEarth to dollface!â Stanâs voice pulls you back, and you realise heâs stepped closer, his grin widening as he catches the glazed look in your eyes. âwhatâs goinâ on in that pretty little head of yours, huh? thinkinâ âbout somethinâ naughty?â
âStanley, enough.â
âNah, you canât tell me you donât see it. Sheâs practically begginâ us to bend her over right here.âÂ
Your mouth opens to protest, but nothing comes out because Stan is right, always fucking right, god, Ford, why cant you understand.
Ford finally steps in, landing his hand on Stanâs shoulder as he pulls him back slightly. âStop that, itâs ignorant,â he says to his brother, but when he looks at you, his expression and tone changes into something warmer, caring. âYou should sit down. Let us get you some water.â
âOh, donât act so high and mighty, poindexter, when yourself been starinâ at her like sheâs dessert. Donât think I didnât notice.â
You want to die. Or melt into the ground. Or god maybe let them both actually ruin you, because. . . the way theyâre looking at you right now?Â
#gravity falls x reader#gravity falls x you#x reader#gravity falls#gravity falls smut#ford pines x reader#ford pines smut#stan pines x reader#stan pines smut#stan pines x you#stanley pines x you#stanley pines smut#ford pines x you#stanford pines x you#stanford pines x reader#gravity falls fanfiction
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AHAHAAHAHJAAJSBSMDJDNDKMXBWHXI???1??!?!!??
#WHEEZING#I CANT YALL IM DYING#YOU CAN DO MANY THINGS WITH THE BUTT-BOUNCE#omfg#im losing it. i am Losing it#pacman#pacman world 2#this would prime streaming material im talking to myself a lot as play but to do that id have to sit in chair and then id have to shower#and i dont wana ;u;#anyway i remembered that the flinstones bowling game exists yesterday#and found it today - it was on ps1 not on computer as i feared#so i found it!!!!#and remembered WAY more of the dialogue/sound queues than i thought i did-which was already a lot#i got all da pins (àžâąÌ_âąÌ)àž#other than 2 in the final bonus stage cos oH MY GOD????#THE *CAMERA* THE *BULL* THE FUCKING *SNAKES* NOT WORKING TO GET YOU ONTO LEDGES LIKE THEYRE SPOSED TO HALF THE TIME#when i unlocked the first bonus and saw the map/title card screen i was like 'ohno...oh i remember being horrible at this..'#but then it wasnt that bad#cos i was thinking of yOU final bonus rounnd FUCK YOU#EUARGH#its fine im fine im chill im normal#also this is my post so i can ramble in the tags all i want ha#ive always been So so enamoured with old games#that load in chunks and have horrible misaligned textures that are a little blurry cos theyre scaled up#the bowling game is a Prime example of that cos the map is constantly moving forward lMAO so its like .. half a screen of map#and then just VOID that will eventually load in another chunk of half a map as it gets closer but always the Void#stupidass little seagulls too i love them#gop think drag queens are radicalizing us? no...no the capitalistic asshole boss in the flinstones bedrock bowling circa 2000 radicalized m#anyway pacman is FAR too fucking agile in this game its offputting#and the SLIDEY back and forth he does everywhere ooooh my lorde
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donât let me reread because i saw this
and an image of reynevan pleading innocent like the crying cat meme flashed across my mind
#szarlej: if the sorcerer does not fit you must acquit!!#you know we were robbed of a scene where szarlej pretends to be reynevanâs lawyer? that should have happened at least once#what is with bandits robbing tax collectors in sapkowskiâs novels??#you know of all the get rich quick schemes out there robbing a tax collector has REALLY dropped off in terms of popularity#i guess this is what happens when you study foreign trade - economics and then have an interest in medieval history#im still like omg. raubritters were a thing you didnt just make that up? thatâs fucked up. but cool that it wasnât made up. but fucked up#and itâs literally raub + ritter. obvious german should be obvious#the first is a cognate and the second i know from rittersporne which guess how i know that đ#anywaysâŠ#you know⊠if angoulĂȘme still had friends around thereâs a less than zero chance they would have tried to jump regis#he would hear it coming from a mile away (⊠maybe literally) and just disappear around a street corner#or⊠hide under a rock⊠like canonically. honestly still not sure why he did that.#ITS THE FULL MOON. YOU CAN FLY#regis answer = âidk⊠i got scared đ„đ„âŠâ#honestly interesting conundrum because too many ideas i have seen are like âsomeone tries to fuck with a vampire they get ripped to shredsâ#which ok wish fulfillment i get it but#consider that 1. regis is nonviolent and would likely put someone to sleep over kill them#2. they are teenage hooligans 3. he understands teenager hooliganism#honestly he would pacify them and then while their eyes are empty he would just be like giving some solid life advice#bandits: standing with head drooped. probably drooling on themselves | regis: sounding like a turn your life around podcast#the elbow-high diaries#not even interesting post sorry just totally ramble nonsense here
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well that was something
#angryborzois rambles#holy shit this is a long story#basically as a class we all went to this historic place on the top of a mountain (we had to do a long hike to get up there)#and a friend and i decided to stay afterward to mess around#my friend wanted to reenact kny scenes so i was like ok lets do it (shh we're idiots with zero brain cells)#and the place was pretty cool to hang out in soo why not#but soon it started thundering in the distance so we decided to start heading down the mountain#it was all shits and laughs until we made it down the mountain (tho we heard a weird noise once and got scared bc what if its a boar)#once down the mountain we had to navigate the woods around the area to get to the station#it was a very long route and on top of that it started pouring heavily#and anyway we walked for a long ass time in the rain when we encountered a suspicious person#it didnt help that before we saw this guy we saw a poster for a wanted criminal in the area#the guy was way ahead of us but we sensed bad vibes from him so we tried to let him walk ahead but he just...waited for us??#(he was in the direction we needed to go)#for a couple minutes we tried to trail way behind him but every time we stopped to let him walk on he would suddenly stop and stall#after a while we completely stopped for a few minutes to observe and in response he hid in the bushes?? so we decided something was def up#we were very alarmed and we quietly snuck out of his view and then ran for it#i genuinely worried that maybe we were gonna get killed in these woods#we backtracked a little and took a different path that went in the direction we needed to go#i was a little concerned because at one point the path had an intersection that merged with the first path we were in#but i didnt want to risk cutting through pure woods and i wanted to be at the very least on an animal trail than anything so no choice ig#and so we quietly snuck past the intersection but thankfully no one was around#a few minutes after that we heard a weird radio voice?? so we freaked out and ran the rest (prob unrelated but u can never be too sure)#and after a while of pure stress we made it out of the woods and to civilization#i was drenched but oh boy i was so happy#my friend and i agreed though that it was fucked up that we had to be more scared of a human than the wilderness#but everything after that was fine#im honestly glad it was pouring though because i think it helped cover the sounds of us getting away#well tbh i have a feeling he prob saw us get away but just didnt bother chasing bc the paths were muddy as hell and he was kinda far#but yeah that was def smthing
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i truly do love speculative biology for fantasy, like if i sat down and actually put time into it i could make a series exploring how different fantasy races would work. but it would genuinely be so long with me just explaining how i'd think the worldbuilding would work it's crazy
#eden mrraps.#and plus i genuinely cannot talk about society worldbuilding without first explaining#1: all of the humanoid races we see likely evolved from the same few ancestors. think like we didnt kill our fellow neanderthals in the#stone age because of uncanny valley#2: culture. oh my god culture and perception of others its so fucking important you have no idea#i can ramble on and on but it would just fucking sound like the first song in the normal album with vampire culture bassboosted#3 that most fantasy races are terribly underdeveloped and racist as hell. sorry the drow have âdarker than darkâ pruple skin because they#were weird about darker skinned people and didn't wanna properly explore what an underground society of nature loving elves would be like#surrounded by a whole new fauna. yeah the whole âtheir skin becoming darkâ thing i dont think bilogically makes a lot of sense#only because. 1: hoooww would that happen. 2: bitch are they the radioactive frogs from cherynobl. is the fucking underdark radioactive.#thats the only thing off the top of my head no prior research to it that i can think of that'd cause their skin to go darker. radiation#poisoning.#<- also i proved my point. i love speculative biology#writing tag#nerd tag
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You ever see just the one worst fucking responses to a show being forced to wrap up early and rush itâs ending because it was cancelled.
#ramblings#saw someone upset with the way one of the last few episodes of ToH went#and you know who itâs a thing youâve just kind of have to acknowledge and accept that a show ending#is always going to feel a bit rushed and leave some loose ends when it gets cancelled suddenly#because the writers arenât getting the chance to elaborate and explore a lot of the plot points they had already set up#and go into ones they were intending to that would have made it a better story#someoneâs response to âit was cancelled early itâs not the writers faultâ was and I quote#âitâs unfortunate yes but working with the time constraints is still the responsibility of the writersâ#like thatâs still a shitty thing to say about writers for a cancelled show who were still trying to give a satisfactory ending#anytime else but while the first writers strike in a over decade is going on#my guy you just sound like another jackass who thinks the writers for âoweâ you a ending you found personally satisfying#actually whereâs that post about how networks/corps know they can rely on people like this to go after the people who make their shows#rather than the network/corporation who the blame rightfully lies with for fucking up a perfectly good show#donât mind me just being salty about the casual disrespect for artists and the working conditions theyâre often forced to create in
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the best place to take nap ? lecture hall.
#sneepiest boy in the world once Iâm in here.#even if itâs interesting even if Iâve slept well I cannot keep my eyes openâŠ#Iâve never gotten this close to sleeping in class beforeâŠ.#Also I was thinking again about how I thought Iâd make a bunch of nerdy friends and instead#I ended up around the few ppl in really difficult to get into uni who are not nerdy#and then I started thinking about how I ended up in the fandomy spaces in the first place đđ#and I really think it was just there was nowhere irl I would get social interaction +fandom ppl are niceys#itâs a good distraction itâs something to do but I never got into things the same way so I still felt a little othered yknowâŠ#So maybe it makes sense đđ im out in the world and I donât naturally gravitate to fan -y spaces. Iâm not a good stan.#I became one out of necessity đđ#Do u guys like my mile long diary tags bc I have arthritis maybe and writing on paper a diary sounds bad#Also first time anyone believes my hand pain. I really like this guy heâs so niceys to me ^_^#his emotional drunk impression is just me in my head always I have to be. Normal. About this.#I really am just rambling itâs fun to ramble ^_^ I have lots of thoughts I can only get out in Tumblr tags I guess#a cleansing⊠my daily Tumblr diary postâŠ#I need to get new shampoo the water here sucks my hair is stickyâŠâŠ#It would be really fucked if anyone found my Tumblr this is like in heat waves where dream had his kind of crazy diary of obsession#if they found this it would be like the sending of the texts..#terrible similie but itâs true.#well theyâll never see this though so itâs cool ^_^#Ok thatâs all 4 now c u nxt time
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hi serious actual question does weed make you feel like someeee typa way if u have osdd. can someone please tell me why i feel like im in vr rn
#spam brain#i might have osdd and legit at this moment in time i am feeling that diagnosis more than ever#i have never felt so many thoughts and so little judgement at the same time before#i need. to lock dick out of my head more often#<-serious and true thing im not even kidding#this entire post is made with wholehearted sincerety btw like at this point im sure it just sounds like im being a dick and sarcastic but i#literally being genuine for the first time in my life. i didnt even take the rest of my fucking buspirone today what is happening.#IS DICK CAUSING MY FUCKING DEPRESSION??????#<-insane ramblings aside (please feel entirely free to ignore all of that and forget i ever wrote it lol) this is real and if u have an#answer i would actually love that thank u<3#non fandom#OSDD#ignore this tag#(unless u can help)#drugblogging#drug tw
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What I'm Made Of (Sonic Heroes OST) đ€ With Me (Sonic and the Black Knight OST): Final boss songs who's lyrics apply almost just as much to Sonic as they do to the villain he's facing
#im crazy im crazy#also i know with me is used as Merlina's leitmotif but like#you know who throughout all of satbk is like accepting being the villain of the story? Just like Merlina does? Sonic#He's literally like oh killing king arthur will make me the bad guy? oh well lol can't always be the hero#they're both willing to do what they must even if they become the villain because of it#''you know every world will have its end and i'm here to prove it all to you''#''i am who you don't think i am''#like come oonnnn that's exactly what Sonic and Merlina are arguing about throughout the final battle#and those lines could apply to either of them#AND THEN DONT GET ME STARTED ON WHAT IM MADE OF#that song people are more likely to immediately think of Sonic when they hear it for the first time#but if you listen from the perspective of Metal Sonic it's like mind blowing#especially since its such a sonic style song like its got such a familiar feel to all of Sonic's other Crush 40 themes#and I'm including Open Your Heart and Live and Learn in this#Open Your Heart is just Sonic singing directly to Perfect Chaos and Live and Learn is similar to the songs im talking about above#in that Live and Learn can apply just as much to Shadow as it can to Sonic it's their duet as they save the world from Gerald's plan#(insert an ''I'm Live'' ''and I'm Learn'' the Live and Learn Brothers joke here)#but anyway the point is that you think of those songs when you hear What I'm Made Of#it SOUNDS like a Sonic song#but then really you listen to it...... and it sure does sound like things Sonic would say yeah#but ultimately? It IS a Metal Sonic theme. And it is playing on the parralels between Metal and Sonic on purpose#''i don't care what you're thinking as you turn to me cause what i have in my two hands is enough to set me free''#LIKE THAT'S THE FIRST LINE IN THE SONG... Sonic is ALREADY free. You know who isn't and is doing everything in order to be free?#''let me show you just what i'm made of'' is a Sonic line but oh my god is it also a Metal line#dont get me fucking started on the verse about 'one by one they all become black marks on the floor' and how insane the implications make m#these boss songs are all CONVERSATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#anyway. Sonic music good#sth#moodle rambles
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park sunghoon â THE PUSSY EATING COMPETITION!
P. munch!sunghoon x fem!reader (17+) | W. pussy eating (obv), squirting, oral, unprotected sex, cursing, multiple orgasms, munches jakehoon + munchwon , freakseung, subspace, biting, other shit i forgot | WC. 5.7k !! | A,N. this oneâs for my babychels ! @ak4e7a ⥠⊠would anyone like a drabble about heeseungâs experience?
in which⊠jake convinces sunghoon to join a pussy eating competition with a bet !
âyou want me to join the what?â sunghoon questioned, his thick eyebrows furrowed, plump lips parted in confusion.
âthe pussy eating competition, bro!â jake rolled his eyes as he repeated his sentence for the third time already. reaching over to flick a concerned looking sunghoonâs forehead.
âand why the fuck would i join whatever the fuck that is?â he smacked jakeâs hand away when the stinging pain rushed in his head. cursing jake more under his breath. âwhy the fuck not?â he huffed, âheeseung was at it yesterday, he won his stupid bet with jay.â
âthey had a bet?â sunghoon closed his laptop, deciding that whatever notes he was about to take from their lecture can wait until he figures out if jake is being serious or not. âyeah, dude. jay bet heeseung fifty bucks if he could make his girl squirt three times in ten minutes.â jake chuckled at the memory.
âand heeseung won?â sunghoon questioned, eyebrows raised in anticipation this time as jakeâs smile only widened. âwon the bet in eight minutes and twenty six seconds.â he laughed, sunghoon wasnât surprised or shocked in any way. he was surprised at jayâs idiocy of choosing âten minutesâ when all heeseung has been doing since he got laid was boast about his squirting ability in their group chat.
and heeseung called himself âthe pussy squirting fairyâ way too often for their liking.
and besides who even came up with this stupid competition in the first place? who even agreed to any of this? why did heeseung and jay join? and why the fuck was jake asking him to join too?
âlisten bro itâs nothing seriousâ you go to the pussy eating competition center and ask to join in for a competition with someoneâ in that case that will be me, and then weâll get to eat some fire pussy out for free so itâs really just a huge win situation.â jake rambled, balancing between his two feet as he continued to convince sunghoon to join in with him.
âwe could even place a bet like hyung and jay did! ten minutes for three squirts is a good deal you know? itâs just that heeseung is a fucking freaââ jakeâs voice slowly got tuned out of sunghoonâs ear as he thought about this more.
considering all the possibilities of this competition that still sounded pretty unreal to him, was this a stupid idea? yes. should he trust jake? no. did he not believe this idea because it sounded like a dream? yes. was the last time that sunghoon got offered pussy around three months ago? unfortunately, yes. did he currently feel like a loser teenage boy with his pants tightening at the thought of eating pussy? ⊠also yes.
but was this an opportunity for him to live up to his âcertified munch hoonâ title though? yes. and was sunghoon going to take it? fuck yes.
âyou could also tap out at any minuteââ âwhere can i apply?â sunghoon interrupted jakeâs irritating speech. âitâs not thaâ huh?â his eyes widened in surprised, âyou want to join?â he tilted his head to the side in a puppy like manner, a twinkle of excitement in his gaze. âyou said you were going to join too, right?â sunghoon eyed him warily, a wave of relief washing down on him when jake nodded with enthusiasm.
âyou also said we could place bets, yeah?â he questioned, âyes! like the ten minutes for three squirts hyung madââ âmake it five.â jake gaped at him, blinking his eyes in surprise. âwhat?â
his hand came up to rest on sunghoonâs shoulder as he tried to process his words, âfive minutes?â his gaze became conflicted as the younger nodded, âfive minutes for three?â jake tried to understand him more, really trying his best.
âfive minutes for five squirts.â jake gulped.
âfor a hundered bucks.â
well fuck.
sunghoon was on a mission.
wearing a white, sleeveless shirt along with jeans to make his movements easier, the shirt given to him by jake in order to âtell apart who got the more squirtsâ according to the wetness that coated the white fabric.
he was now standing in line with jake, the shorter one walking with a slight bounce in his step from his excitement. âare you ready?â he whispered, eyes travelling all over the place where the competition was held.
countless other contestants from both genders aligned in the waiting line, each pair waiting their own turn, some going neck to neck with other friends and placing bets while others threw snarky glances at each other.
truly a competition for some.
âdo we atleast get to pick who we get to eat out?â the taller sighed, his ebony locks sticking further to his temples due to his sweat, it was either unreasonably hot or sunghoon was weirdly nervous.
probably unreasonably hot. it was mid july after all.
âi donât think so.. i didnât ask hyungââ âobviously no.â a foreign voice cut off jake, making the two turn around to greet another guy. that was also wearing a white shirt.
âitâs a competition. you donât get to choose who you get to eat out.â he rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing. god what an obnoxious attitude.
sunghoon rolled his eyes, âpipe the fuck down, jungwon. we get it you practically live here.â jake snapped back. running his fingers through his hair while he turned around. he looked unusually restless for sunghoonâs liking.
i mean, there was a whole hundred dollar bill on the table for this bet.
âpark sunghoon and sim jaeyun! youâre up next.â the same guy who jotted down their names in his board, who sunghoon assumed was the managerâ called both of their names up to the front.
where sunghoon wasnât prepared to have his breath knocked out of his lungs so quickly.
as he and jake stepped up the smal staircase leading to the mini stage where two chairs were situated, there sat two girls. very very pretty girls. dreamlike pretty girls. one hundred percent sunghoonâs type. really really pretty girâ
âstop fucking staring like a creep.â jake elbowed him when he realised that sunghoon was basically two seconds away from drooling at the sight of you. sunghoon covered his awkward staring with a strained cough. lowering his head and unknowingly bringing attention to his reddening ears.
which at the sight of, you chuckled.
and sunghoonâs knees almost buckled.
âtake your respective positions and be prepared.â the manager, who sunghoon caught a brief glance at the name tag ofâ mark. ordered them around. sunghoon stepped closer towards you. who stared at him with the most alluring glint in your eyes. you were wearing a pink top with pink lace panties that were covered by a feather light towel. donât ask how he noticed them.
âhi.. iâm sunghoon.â he spoke awkwardly, extending out his hand towards yours. finding his demeanour adorable, you quickly shook his hand. a smile gracing your features as you introduced yourself to him.
three months shouldnât be that much time since he got with a girl but it felt like it was centuries ago. especially with the way his heart began to thump thump thump! between his ribs weirdly.
he spared a swift glance to jake, just in time to catch him throwing a flirtatious wink towards his own girl. goodness that dude was a freak himself.
âspare the introductions and get into your positions, what was your bet again?â mark quickly muttered, glancing at the paper in his hand and back at jake and sunghoon. pushing his glasses above the bridge of his nose.
âa hundred bucks.â jake spoke, puffing out his chest in anxiety, âand thatâs for ten minutes right? three orgasms in ten?â mark nodded as he wrote down the timing on his paper.
âno actually⊠itâs five minutes.â jake bit his lips, sunghoon shook his head in slight disbelief and embarrassment at the current situation they were in right now. totally ignoring the fact that there were two drop dead gorgeous girls whispering and giggling right behind them both.
âfive minutes for three?â mark questioned, his eyebrows raising in surprise that increased when sunghoon quickly shook his head in denial, âfive minutes for five.â mark blinked.
a slight echoing line of oooâs made their way into jake and sunghoonâs reddened ears, embarrassment crawling up their backs as mark awkwardly cleared his throat and nodded to their words. quickly changing the numbers on the timer and scribbling a few other random sentences on his board.
âweâll shortly start the timer and the competition will begin.â he stepped back allowing the two to inch back towards the girls, jake spared a quick glance at mark who was now holding onto the alarm clock between his fingers before lowering down to his knees in front of the chair.
sunghoon swiftly followed suit, dropping onto his knees and lifting his head right between your legs to welcome the heavenly view. gosh you looked divine.
âfive for five, hm?â you cheekily smiled at him, a sight that made the boyâs heart throb with the sudden need to always make you smile. he nodded shyly, his slightly wavy locks ruffling in his hair in a fluffy manner at the motion. âbetter not disappoint.â you then discarded the towel to the ground.
âoh i for sure wonât.â sunghoon smirked, a wave of confidence descending on him at the sight of your soaked cunt so close to his face, he could practically taste your leaking essence from the side of your panties.
âon your marks..â the young manager called out, sunghoon skilfully pulled apart your plush thighs, placing your legs on top of his shoulders as jake did the same besides him. you quickly laid back towards the table behind you on your elbows, giving sunghoon full access to anything and everything.
âget set..â mark called out, eyes glued on the button that will start the timer while sunghoon pushed the tip of his nose against your slit, the contact making you hum in delight as his tip pressed against your throbbing clit while your essence soaked through the thin fabric and onto his skin.
he poked his tongue out just slightly, brushing against your sopping hole restricted by the lace fabric that began to slightly irritate him, and sunghoon was gone.
pineapples. cotton candy. cranberries. straight sugar. you tasted otherworldly. it was not surprising that you would taste delicious as you probably do take care of yourself to the best of your ability because of this competition, but for you to taste this dizzying? to have an essence and nectar that melted against his tastebuds like honey?
sunghoon was gone.
âgo!â and just like that, sunghoonâs brain was replaced by a horny puddle of mush inside of his skull. unaware of the fact that he pushed and teared your panties to the side, aiming to lick a long, tantalising stripe starting from your hole till he reached your clit where he applied pressure.
the action made your hand shoot towards his head, gripping a handful of his soft hair in your hands as his tongue circled and pushed against your sensitive nub, his large fingers pried your thighs apart when they began to push against him. normally, sunghoon wouldnât mind getting suffocated by plush and soft thighs like this. yet today, he couldnât lose a hundered dollar bill against jake. out of all people.
and fucking jake was going at it next to him. making all sorts of wet noises that had his girl throwing her head back in pleasure. while the timer struck twenty five seconds.
fuck, he only had thirty five seconds left for the first minute.
thatâs when sunghoon decided to let go of all of his restraints, allowing all the walls he kept to crumble right apart when he pushed your legs around his head, one hand holding your leg to keep your pressed against him as you needed the extra support while the other pushed his middle and ring finger deep inside of you.
a squeal left your mouth when sunghoon attached his plump lips around your clit. sucking and slurping so loudly, obscene noises followed by your moans and the ticking of the timer barely made their way past sunghoonâs ringing ears. he was completely out of it.
he thrusted his finger in and out. quickly in and out. too busy closing his eyes to savour your flavour on his tongue to take notice of the multiple webs of wetness that connected his knuckles and your entrance. his fingers reached so deep, they were so long and the perfect size to cause the most delicious burn in your walls as he stretched them open.
right when the timer hit forty seconds, sunghoonâs fingertip brushed against your sweet spot.
you mewled his name, back arching off of the table as he hummed in delight at the realisation, âfound it, didnât i? itâs right. here.â he accentuated every word with another thrust against the spot that had you seeing stars. you nodded mindlessly as the knot in your abdomen curled on itself the longer sunghoon abused your cunt.
âf-fuck yes! right there, baby. right there.â you encouraged him, moans increasing in volume the harsher sunghoon sucked around your clit, his fingers became even more restless after the sudden petname. baby. thatâs right, he was your baby. the only one that will please you from now on.
âyeah, pretty girl? feels good doesnât it?â sunghoon spoke against your clit, each word sending a vibration right against your spine as pleasure raked through your body in rough waves. it suddenly felt like you were the only two in the world. your surroundings melting in an instant as you gasped his name and praised him for making you feel so good. so ecstatic.
fifty seconds in, and thatâs when the coil in your abdomen suddenly snapped.
your climax washed over you out of nowhere, such an intense and speedy build up that you werenât even able to process anything till you started to shake under sunghoonâs hold. your wetness was dripping down his forearm as he fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust of his finger made your squirt land over his shirt.
first sixty seconds was a complete and easy success.
âfirst minute is done! one point for sunghoon, and one point for jaeyun.â mark called out. shit, so that fucker also managed to keep up with him then?
he still had four minutes to redeem himself. with the way he was able to easily make you squirt from the first fifty seconds he felt like he knew your body inside out. knew exactly which buttons to push and what nerve to pull to coax out another orgasm out of you. there was no way he was losing.
âminute two starting now!â markâs voice reached sunghoonâs ears in a muffled manner as he pressed your twitching legs closer to his shoulders, this time sunghoon pushed his long tongue inside of your gushing hole. a lustful glint in his eyes as he reached his slender fingers towards your clit.
rubbing slow, torturous but powerful circles on your aching nub while he licked all over your walls, slurping against your wetness that leaked down his chin and made its way down his neck, fuck he was so addicted to your flavour.
your moans became weaker as your body tried to calm down from your previous orgasm, such a mind blowing climax washing down on your body so suddenly made your head spin. and sunghoon was already overstimulating you as he worked towards another orgasm. fuck. you, yourself were done for under him.
he felt so good. so skilled as he satisfied and pleasured you in ways youâve never felt before. his strong, muscular arms keeping your legs open as he buried his face so mindlessly between them, diving into your wetness with no other care in the world as if he was born to do this.
he lived to devour pussy. truly suitable for a competition like this.
âgonna give me another one hm?â twenty nine seconds.
âthink you can handle another one, babydoll?â he taunted, barely pulling out his tongue to speak before burying it back inside of you, his fingers never halting to a stop as they began to pinch and pull at your clit. the familiar tightening in your lower stomach made your mind reel while your silence began to frustrate sunghoon.
thatâs when he landed a harsh slap against your clit. the sudden pain and pleasure making you jolt under his hold as you nearly screamed out his name. ây-yes, yes i can! please, iâll give you as many as you want!â you cried out, your broken begs rushing directly into his aching cock in the confines of his jeans. exactly what he needed to hear.
âwhat a good fucking girl, hm? such a good girl for me, arenât ya?â he mocked, hand resorting back to circling on your clit as he buried himself in your folds, his nose brushed up against his fingers while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you stimulating you in the best ways possible.
thirty seven seconds was all it took for sunghoon to make you squirt on him for the second time. in the span of a minute and a half.
he slapped against your leaking hole while you convulsed beneath him, each slap getting his shirt wetter which signalled mark to announce âminute two half way done, two points for sunghoon and one for jaeyun!â
jakeâs noise of surprised went unnoticed by sunghoon, almost half way in. he thought to himself as he lifted your limp legs off of his shoulders and balanced himself on his knees again.
he pressed your legs together, making your swollen, glistening folds puff up one each other while your nectar slipped out of your hole in heavy, clear droplets. sunghoon wanted to do nothing more than to slurp it all up.
without wasting anymore time, he pushed his mouth against your cunt, kissing up against your folds as the timer showcased fifty seconds, as cocky as this might sound but he already knew he won. especially when he inhaled your scent deeply and pushed his nose and mouth onto your entrance again. successful in making you scream his name this time.
he held your shaking legs up with one hand, grip strong and tight as he relished in your flavour running down his throat. so addicted as he ate you out like a drunk man. completely high on your pussy. he sucked and licked and kissed everywhere so noisily.
sucking up your swollen and sensitive folds into his mouth, coating every inch of your skin in his saliva that combined with your own wetness before returning to slurp around your clit. his mind was reeling. becoming a mushy piece of muscle in his head as the only thought that drove him to continue was to make you squirt again.
âminute three starting now, with two points to sunghoon and two points to jaeyun. yet another tie!â fuck, jake was catching up.
but sunghoon for some reason was starting to not mind.. call it the euphoria of getting high off of pussy or anything else. he no longer wanted to do this to beat jake and win a hundred dollars. he wanted to do this because it felt good. you felt good.
and just like that, he began to indulge himself in your cunt entirely. surrendering and making his rational side disappear as he hummed and moaned at your taste. shaking his head from side to side as he slurped you up so well. drooling your essence further down his chin as he pleasured you because it was his own pleasure.
each moan of his sent shocks around you body. your surroundings blurring as the air around you became electrified. goosebumps aligning your skin when you felt another climax building up gradually in your abdomen. the longer he spent humming around your clit and buzzing up your whole body the further you felt your consciousness slipping away from your fingertips.
guess you couldnât really handle it after all.
it was at three minutes and fifteen seconds when sunghoon made you squirt for the third time.
your hands shot to grip onto the chair that was by now shaking with your body, hot white ecstasy blinding your vision as your climax washed down on your body in violent waves one after the other. and sunghoon just kept going. noisily slurping up everything you offered. he was being so embarrassingly loud as he kept rubbing his face into your cunt, getting your wetness all over his face and jaw. overstimulating you more with each passing second while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
âthree minutes and twenty seconds in! three points for sunghoon and two for jake!â mark announced, his voice becoming unusually strained as the sight of the two men on their knees doing their best to pleasure their girls was starting to get to him.
it was his least favourite part of his job when he started to feel a tightening in his pants.
âso good for me, doll. we only need two more, come on. you can give it to me right?â you nodded with your head spinning. a dizzying sense of pleasure raking through your veins. sunghoon settled down for gentle bites across your thighs, giving you a few moments to cool down as he looked up.
big mistake.
the sight of you had one of his hands shooting down towards his raging boner that began uncontrollably twitching between his boxers. your pretty pink tank top ridden up revealing the underside of the plush skin of your breasts, a sheen layer of sweat coating your body as you breathed in deeply to calm your heart down when it felt like it was seconds away from bursting.
your fucked out expression is what did it for him. eyes hazed and high off pleasure. drunk on the feeling of his plump lips on your swollen cunt that tightened around nothing. sunghoon was so fucked.
âso needy for me isnât she..?â he whispered only for you to hear, fascinated in the way your gaping hole winked at him. spilling out more of your sweet nectar that became sunghoonâs favourite drug in the matter of a few minutes. you grew flustered at his words, lifting your arm up t cover your eyes while sunghoon blew on your pussy teasingly.
discarding the competition and the fact that there were people around him, sunghoon quickly lifted himself up, leaning his body forward above yours as he began to hover on top of you. your breath hitched at the close proximity while sunghoon smiled adorably, showcasing you his pretty fangs that were sinking down your thighs just a few seconds ago.
âready to give me another one, little girl?â he whispered. so so close to your face that his wet lips that were covered in your essence brushed against yours with every word. you nodded shyly, slowly getting fucked into subspace as your mind began to shut down. eyes blinking slowly while sunghoon pushed his long fingers back inside of you. gosh you were so cute.
three minutes and thirty two seconds in, and you were gripping onto sunghoonâs bicep that pushed his fingers inside of you deeper.
you were mewling and whimpering his name so prettily. so perfect and delicate under him. under his control allowing him to do anything with your body and it was driving him crazy. he couldnât hold himself back when he finally pushed his lips against yours.
you moaned so endearingly under him. kissing him back so eagerly as his fingertip massaged your sweet spot making you bite gently on his lower lip. he groaned into your mouth as he fucked his fingers quicker. hitting all your spots with each thrust and making you see stars while he sucked on the tip of your tongue.
he didnât care that he could be breaking rules right now. did not give a singular flying fuck that mark could be looking around confused wondering if this was accepted. and certainly did not even mind when jake scored his third point. all he wanted and needed right now was for you to cum for him as many times as possible. he needed to feel you tightening as your euphoria made you fall apart in his hold. it was a pleasure that he got addicted to.
âyou close baby? feeling good hm?â he didnât even need you to respond to him. not when your cunt was doing all the talking by clenching and drooling down his wrist. sucking in three of his fingers in so deeply he could only imagine how incredible you would feel around his cock, but in reality he shouldnât imagine that right now. not when his dick was about to practically rip apart his boxers.
âsâclose hoon.. so so close!â you blabbered, brain completely shutting down as you couldnât tell apart your orgasm and overstimulation anymore. all you could feel and process was the unbelievable amount of pure ecstatic pleasure rushing throughout your whole body so wonderfully that it had you digging your nails into his back. your legs going numb under you as your knot tightened and tightened for the fourth time. almost done.
âcome on, babydoll. cum for me like the good girl that you are.â he whispered against your neck and that was enough for you to squirt around his fingers again. he kept fucking into you, riding out your orgasm as your throat was no longer able to produce any noises, only soft whispers of pleads reaching sunghoonâs ear as he scored his fourth point easily.
he kissed along your jawline when he stilled his fingers inside of you, âplease what, pretty girl?â he asked, already having a fleeting wild thought in his head that he discarded because he might actually lose his sanitâ âi need your cock please. please for the last one, please fuck me.â holy fuck.
âthree minutes and fifty six seconds in! four points for sunghoon and three for jaeyâ why are you taking your pants o?ââ markâs voice became unreasonably loud towards the end but sunghoon was on a mission.
five squirts is five squirts. a hundred dollar bill is a hundred dollar bill. heâs not about to lose any of this because he didnât push his cock into a pretty little hole like yours. no he was about to make his win a double win.
sunghoon pushed down both his jeans and boxers down in one go, his leaking cock springing out the tight pieces of fabric with multiple lines of precum dribbling down to his balls, thick mushroom tip thatâs a fiery red throbbing in need and desire while your swollen hole gaped at him.
yeah he was gonna lose if he didnât fuck you for sure.
âyou ready, doll?â he asked as if he hadnât spent the past few minutes stretching you out so nicely. you nodded so eagerly at his words. mouth watering at the sight of his veiny, thick cock pulsating so deliciously in front of you. he was so big. such a perfect size for stretching you out more.
he pushed the head of his cock in and god was he huge. you gasped around his lips when he gave you a few seconds to adjust before pushing his entire length in, bottoming out quicker than anticipated, but sunghoon didnât care.
he couldnât care less about the fact that he was fucking you in front of random people right now. why should he care when he knew he was going to bring you home by the end of the day and slither his way into your life after this? in fact, people should be glad because this will be the last time youâll be seen here.
because heâs planning on having you in strawberry pink lingeries between his silky satin sheets for the rest of his life.
so technically, everyone should be glad theyâre getting a show of you both right now. because itâll be the last one.
âso deep hoon.. so fuckinâ deep..â you mewled, eyes shutting in pleasure when he slightly pulled out, barely by an inch before he thrusted back in. he felt the way your warm walls pulsed around his cock needily. sucking him back in with each movement as if they were not allowing him to pull out at all. so needy and so desperate to have something, anything to plug up your slutty hole.
âfeeling good, pretty girl?â he asked, lowering his hand to press on the evident bulge that appeared on your lower stomach. the feeling made the two of you groan in pleasure, sunghoon was fleeting through cloud nine. he couldnât believe how he went on with his life for so many years without spending each passing inside your cunt. so many time wasted when he couldâve been drunk on the heaven between your legs.
âsâgood! so good, hoon.â gasping out the new petname that had his eyes rolling back, he glanced at the timer that was held by a flustered mark, palming his raging boner through his pants and noticed âfour minutes and twenty nine seconds.â yeah the game was his. he won.
he switched his position, balancing himself back on his legs as he gripped your thighs, wrapping them around his waist while he sunk his cock in deeper. relishing in the sight of you throwing your head back when he penetrated you so good. the tip of his dick kissing against your cervix harshly. and just like that, he began to pound inside of you.
your unrestrained moans tumbled past your lips at his harsh thrusts. body being lit ablaze with mind numbing pleasure that enlivened every part of you. a different, never felt before kind of thrill rushed through your being. a fervent sensation that youâve never experienced, one only brought to you by sunghoon as he continued to fuck you. determined on making you crumble completely around his cock.
and his wish was about to be granted with the way your abdomen began to tighten. exhaustion creeping up on you along with an almost scary build up of your climax. you were about to get knocked out with this one and you felt it.
âcome on, angel. give me another one. the final one, i know you can do it, doll.â he encouraged, pressing his hand on his bulge that disappeared and appeared with every one of his thrusts, his large hand applying the perfect amount of pressure to have your head spin again. seconds away from cumming on his cock for the first time. his tip pressed and massaged all of your spots perfectly. âitâs right here, isnât it? this is where youâre weak for me.â he chuckled.
you were slowly losing consciousness at this rate, body burning with euphoria that flashed through your limbs. âf-fuck iâm sâclose! hoonâ fuck!â you screamed his name as you felt your pleasure crashing down on you for the fifth time. walls tightening and clenching mercilessly making sunghoon hiss in pain while you squirted all over his abdomen.
the pressure from your orgasm made it hard for him to thrust back, but he continued. âand five points for sunghoon! at four minutes and fifty one seconds! park sunghoon is the winner of the pussy eating competition!â a new voice cheered from behind him, one that belonged to a taller manager that appeared since mark had to leave for a quick and âurgentâ bathroom break, making his best friend, johnny announce the winner.
but did the winner in question care right now? not really.
ignoring jakeâs protests of disappointment and the sounds of his girl comforting him and finding him being upset adorable, also ignoring jakeâs yells of shock and disbelief when he looked over and realised that sunghoon was currently balls deep inside of his girl. âi didnât know you could literally fuck?!â he practically screamed at johnny as his girl tried to hold him back from jumping the taller guy.
yet all of this, went unnoticed by both you and sunghoon. who was now chasing his own pleasure inside of your divine pussy that kept trying to push him out while your back arched in his hold, pushing your chest against his as your body shook with complete overstimulation. he buried himself so deep inside of you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he hugged you when he pressed his tip against your cervix entirely before shooting his load inside of you.
both of you groaned in pleasure, sunghoon whimpering your name as his climax came down on him with intense ecstasy that coursed through his body. each nerve ending of his blazing with fire while his mind melted. you felt so unreal.
he finally came down from his high, allowing the two of you to catch your breaths as he was rooted still so deep inside of you. âyou okay, doll?â he mumbled lowly only for you to hear, panting on your skin while you nodded tiredly, eyes clearly droopy and sleepy making him chuckle. finding all of your expressions so adorable.
âyou did so good for me, little girl.â he kissed your lips, savouring the taste of you on his tongue and lips before he gently pulled away. pulling his softening length out and quickly fixing his clothing before grabbing your discarded towel to help clean you up. unaware of the fact that there was a looming, pissed jaeyun behind him like his shadow.
âwhat the fuck sunghoon!?â he suddenly yelled, making the two of you jump in surprise before you tiredly looked over and sunghoon angrily turned around. âthe fuck are you yelling for?â he furrowed his eyebrows, seriously what was this dude thinking right now?
âyou cheated!â he pointed his finger, eyes wide with the accusation as sunghoon only glanced at him one more time before returning to assist you. âdidnât he basically cheat?!â the shorter one turned around to face johnny who was too busy flirting with the next contestants, âyeah yeah you could do anything as long as you make the girl squirt, simâ he waved him off.
âwhy the fuck am i just knowing this?!â
at the end of the competition, sunghoonâ as predicted won. he walked out of that place with not only an upset jaeyun and a hundred dollar bill, but also the love of his life.
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SWEET RELIEF - C.S
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summary: Chris canât help but get a bit worked up while on a tutoring study call with you, when you realise what heâs doing, you only pushing him further to the edge.
content warning: male masturbtion; dirty thoughts; praise kink
word count: 2.8k
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Chris was a little embarrassed with how fast he had picked up the phone call from you, not to mention the blush that had spread across his cheeks and his quickly paced heartbeat when he heard your sweet voice ring through the speakers.Â
âHey, Chris!â You smiled as you spread your small pile of assessments and study papers across your desk to get yourself prepared. This had been a regular thing on Wednesdays and Saturdays for the past two months. You guys would set up a phone call together as you would help him study as Chris was falling behind in classâŠa lot. You guys had to do it over the phone as both houses were always so busy due to Chrisâs brothers and your family always occupying your living spaces, making it difficult to have privacy and quiet to help him focus and bring his grades up. Therefore, you resulted in two easy phone calls across the week, which Chris always enjoyed a little too much.Â
Chris loved that you could never see him and what he was doing at the sound of your voice over the phone. The sweet ring of it through the speakers. The way you ramble so passionately about the work. Yeah⊠he definitely liked having the privacy of his room for these calls more then heâd like to admit. Although he can never help but imagine what you looked like, what you were doing. Fuck⊠heâs been on the call for no more than ten second and heâs already getting himself worked up.Â
âChrisâŠ?â He heard you voice agin. Fuck that voice.Â
âYeah... Iâm here, hey y/n.â He couldnât help the smile that rose onto his lips hearing hear giggle at his slow usual response.Â
âOkay well glad you're here,â you say readying the paper you had recently got giving by your teacher, on to the top of the pill of books you had been working on, âwhy donât you fine the paper that mr Hudson gave us today and we will work through that one today, yeah?â You say cutely but trying not to talk so fast so Chris could take in the information.Â
âYeah, yeah sureâŠâ he buries his way through his overflowing piles of unfinished homework to find the paper that was given to him today by his teacher âwhy did he give us the paper today, anyway?â Chris huffs, flipping to the first page that you wanted to start working on.Â
âI have no idea, itâs not like we donât already get enough work given to us on Mondays and Fridays, but now on Wednesdays too? Itâs getting a bit intense at this point!â
Chris hums in agreement, loving the way you get worked up about things. However, once you were done with your small rant, you let out a sign that was so quiet only the most observant person would notice it, lucky for you, Chris was that person. As you made the noise Chris felt a familiar warm feeling in his lower stomach, just imagining you making that noise in a very different scenarioâŠ
âDid you see jenny today?â You interrupted his quickly drifting dirty thought, referring to girl who passes every class, not using her smarts but her body instead, fucking her way to good grades.Â
âNo, why? What was she doing this time?â Chris asked slowly, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat and suppress his dirty thought of you.Â
âWoah Iâm surprised you didnât see her! She was practically pushing her tits out of her very tiny top to try and get out of this paperâŠ. practically had all the guys drooling,â you huffed. Youâd always been quite jealous of Jennifer. She could literally get any guy she wanted and could always get out of these stupid papers. It was irritating to people like you who tried their very hardest in their schoolwork and seem to go zero appreciation for it, when all jenny does is gossip, do her obnoxiously babyish laugh and pop a tit, therefore having the whole classroom wrapped around her finger. It was pathetic.
âNah, guess i donât really care that much about her,â Chris was very aware of Jennyâs usual inappropriate behaviour, yet he couldnât pull his eyes away from you all through that class. He was sat near the back of the class, so he had a good view of his surroundings and could easily see you sat a few rows in-front of him, at the perfect angle so her couple see you left side perfectly. Chris simply couldnât understand how anyone could pay attention in that class knowing that you were in there, not jenny but you.Â
Your short denim mini shirt that accentuated you ass and hips so perfectly and highlighting your legs. However, to keep yourself warmer and seem more modest, you through a knitted sweater over the top, making Chrisâs eager to rip it off and see what you hid beneath the layers of warm wear. God, if there was nobody else in that classroom, he would not hesitate you lift you up on the desk and kiss up your legs to your perfect thighs and up your body. He would make sure to take perfect care of you, bring his lips underneath your sweater and bring his hand to you perfectly round and covered tits.Â
Full, he could barely take it anymore. He could feel his harder member quickly growing underneath his get sweats, but he didnât want to stop. No⊠he couldnât stop himself.
âHuh, thats surprising, i couldâve sworn that the guys next to me literally had dribble on his chin, it was crazy.â You laughed.Â
Fuck that laugh. Chris brought his hand up to his crotch and felt where he had grown harder just thinking of you. He began to palm himself, trying to relieve the growing soreness between his legs.Â
"We should get started now." You unintentionally break his train of thought, as he gulps, silently cursing at himself. "Because I you barely understood what was going on it that class."
"Uh, yeah." Chris coughed, forcing himself to focus. "What did you want to start with?"Â
You voice begins to drift into an explanation of what was said at the beginning of the class, only worded in a simpler way, yet Chris could barely take in any of this information. You speak so innocently, brows furrowed, as Chris furrows his own for an entirely different reason.Â
He continues to palm his dick through his pants while your voice was sending small electric jolts through him. All the way down to his dick, which has begun to strain painfully against his pants beneath his hand. Christ, i canât actually be doing this right now-he thinks to himself. He licked his lips, quickly responding to what you were saying with a hum and an "ah, that makes makes more sense."Â
Chris doesn't mean to drown out your words. Because he's listening. But more so to the hilt of your voice, and how it would sound much breathier, as you gazed up at him. One of his fantasies had you on your knees, teasingly licking at his cock, as your devious eyes held his. He had orgasmed extremely quickly, multiple times, when he found this imagine in his head.Â
âSo thats basically the first part,â you continued to explain, unaware and completely oblivious to Chrisâs hand rubbing at himself on the other end of the line. Â
He wonât do more. He canât, this is just so wrong of him JustâŠrelieve a hint of tension. You continued to speak, and your words began to sound like something he wished he could grab, as his hand tightened on his bulge, his rubbing growing messy. His breathing had grown heavier, but he covered it up by saying âyesâs and ânoâs, answering your questions.Â
âSorry, Iâm rambling. Did you have any questions?â You ask, feeling as if Chris wasnât getting everything he needed out of your words. He had to spare a glance at his incomplete work, scanning to see if heâd written down any problems, trying to remember if he had any. Because the only problem he could think of right now is how his over-the-clothes rubbing was doing little to satisfy his need.Â
His cock was now rock hard, it was torturous. His mind began to glaze over with lustful thought of you âIâI donât think so.â He mutters out, his fingers reaching into the waistband of his sweats and briefs, pulling his cock, which was now leaking with drops of pre-cum and the tip was a bright rosy, red, much like his cheeks.
He imagined the way you would touch him. Would you be gentle and slow, or would you edge him and make sure heâs extremely overstimulated as you milk him dry. Chrisâs breathing stutters as he strokes himself. The little hums you make when you think have begun to make his hips thrust up into his palm. His other hand had tightened around the sheet, praying that you canât hear him jerking off to you. Chris becomes lost in your tone as his cock twitches.Â
âChris?â You slowly ask, making his hips jolt at the utterance of his name from your lips, but he tries to keep his voice of some composure.Â
âYeah?â He had to press his lips together after a needy whimper nearly falling.Â
âAre youâŠokay?âÂ
Your question makes him halt, much to his cockâs dismay. âW-what?â
âYou sound⊠i donât know, out of breath?â You say, behind the line trying to think of why.
âReally, you think?â He hums with a small smirk on his face enjoying the uncertainty in your tone and how innocent you mind must have been.  You nod to yourself, but then you catch the smallest of sounds fall straight from Chrisâs lips. You had to be mistaken, as it had almost sounded like one full of pleasure that could have only been as a result of one thing...Â
Your mouth opened in shock as you realise. Heâs out of breath because heâsâŠ
âChris.â You say again, hearing a stuttering whimper from him before he tries to cover it up by asking âyes?â again. Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
Chris curses himself because you sound suspicious. âIâm studying obviously. Being tutored s-so well... by you.â He says, really forcing down his cockâs wanting to just ask you to keep talking so he could reach his orgasm, attempting to stop himself from stuttering his words, but he just couldnât help it.Â
âYouâre sure youâre good?â You asked unconvinced, as a small smirk rose to your lips.
âNo. No, Iâm all good, i swear.â He says, really forcing his words to sound normal, as he had slowly begun to stroke himself again, his cock angry.Â
âAh huh, yeahâŠokay,â you knew what you were going to do, this was going to be fun. âDid i tell you how good you looked today?â
Chrisâs eyes opened, looking at his phone slightly trying to keep a steady pace of his raging cock but if you were going down this road of compliments, he probably wouldnât be able to take it much longer.
âUh, n-no,â he stutters pathetically, somehow unaware of the game you were playing.Â
âWell, you did, your hairâŠwow. I could just run my hands through it! How do you always get it looking so soft?â You paused momentarily, hearing Chrisâs surprised whimper. âSorry thats kind of a goofy thing to sayâŠsorry.â You were basically just teasing him now, the basic matters of the studying gone.
âI- no i donât think its goofy. a-at allâŠâ his words are broken up by that heaving panting.
âGod. really? Youâre so sweet chrisâŠwow,â You hum, making Chrisâs hips thrust up into his hand, his legs having widened as you spoke.Â
âR-really?â His eyelids began to feel heavy again, wanted nothing more but to see the darkness and use it as a canvas to paint his dirty images of you in his mind.Â
âYeah, i mean youâre the literal sweetestâ you hum lightly, âyou always make sure i havea seat in class, you listen to me when i speak and when i help you i study, you defend me in-front of your friends! Youâre so sweet! Such a sweet, good boy for meâ you were practically grinning at this point.
Chris could have sworn that your words could have sent him spiralling over the edge.âI a-am?â He asked, almost to clarify that this was real, that you were actually saying this to him.
âWell of course, and youâre always so busy as well, yet you always make time for me in your busy schedule. You must be stressed a lot of the time. I could always help youâŠrelax sometime, relieve some of yourâŠtension.â You had lowered your voice now in order to have a more seductive tone to your voice now.
Chris chokes on a whimper as he places his hand over his mouth, still thinking you donât know. âMy tensionâŠ?â
âI mean, yeah⊠i could alway give you a massage, rub you down, you know Iâve been told I am very good at givingâŠmassages.â It was becoming blatantly obvious what you were doing now but Chris mustâve been blinded and in a lustful haze because he still seemed to be completely oblivious to what you were doing. Continuously pumping his dick eagerly and chasing his release.
The thought of you sat on top of him, rubbing all down him in order to relax him was definitely doing the opposite effect and only working him up more. Fuck. He had almost come from the thought of you taking care of him. the tone you had dropped to makes his hand quicken as his hips had begun to grind into his palm.
âYouâd do that for me?â Chris whined, only imaging what else you would do for him almost sent him over the edge.
âOf course, i would baby, you would tell me where it feels good before i drag my hands down your bodyâŠâ Chris let out a pathetic whimper at not only the simple thought but at the nickname as well. Baby? Baby??! Oh, my lord he was going absolutely feral at this point, âhowever, through your clothes it mind be hard to properly get that tension out.âÂ
Chris moans through his teeth, as his hips pathetically thrust at your words. âNo clothes?âÂ
âNo clothes.â You confirm. âWould that be, okay? I wouldnât want to make you uncomfortableâ â
âYes.â His answer was immediate, cutting you short. He coughs. âThat would be fine.âÂ
You grin. âGood. Because that way I could really relieve some tension. Iâd have to straddle you of course.â You pause to hear chrisâs heavy breathing and the faint sound of his hand gliding along his cock. âYou may even have to flip around, because Iâve heard that the most tension can be by your collarbones and neck.âÂ
Chris nearly orgasmed at the thought of you straddling him, as your hands wandered his body. âAs in straddling..my front?âÂ
âYeah, is that okay?âÂ
âUh huh.â He hums, his cock twitching with a soon need to release.Â
âI could give you that massage the next time we study.â You say, making chrisâs breathing quicken at the possible reality of all that. âI could come over to yours.âÂ
At this point he couldnât care how desperate he sounded. âYes. Please, come anytime.âÂ
âOr maybe you should cum?â You ask, your innuendo strong, as pleasure began to rock through chrisâs body.Â
âWâwhat?âÂ
âCome to my place, i know yours is always super hectic.â You play it off, listening to the wet sounds his cock was making as you could hear how close he was to his orgasm.Â
âFuckâŠyeah that sounds good, i-if youâre happy then s-so am iâŠâ he was no biting his own lip so hard he couldâve sworn he was drawing some blood. He now had his back so far arched up off of his bed and was practically fucking up into his own hand.Â
âSee, again, you are alway thinkingâŠof me,â oh he was definitely thinking of you, thats for sure, âyou are such a good boy.â And that did it. His orgasm wracked through him as quiet whimpers and moans left his lips his hips grinding into nothing. Wishing the air was you. He watched as the white strings of cum coated and stained his dark shirt.Â
âFuckâ he let out a relieved groan, now not even hiding the action that he had just did.Â
âMaybe next time we study i should just jerk you off instead,â
Chrisâs eyes widened at what you had said, before realising how blatantly obvious what he was doing was. You giggled once again hearing Chrisâs heavy breathes, pleased to know that it was you who had pushed him over the edge.Â
âFuck, you can do whatever you want to me,â Chris let out with a deep breathe.Â
Oh, you certainly wouldâŠ
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A/n : thank you so much for reading, this is literally my 3rd time trying to post this because I keep making mistakes đđI really hope you enjoy and if there are any more mistakes pls lmk
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Dom! Yan professor x himbo reader imagines~! à»ê°àŸàœČ˶Ëâ°Ë˶ê±àŸàœČá
Just imagining your biology professor being a total hard ass, rude and unkind to every student heâs ever had and giving out the most excessive amounts of homework daily, as soon as he met you something sinister had awoken inside him. The way youâd smile at him all stupid wearing shorts that showed to much and jogging pants that let him see the side profile of your cock during the first day of meeting you had this man losing it.
Just imagining you staying back after your college classes, you being freshly twenty three and scraping by if not failing every class you took, only making it to college on a sports scholarship with you staring and blinking at your professor all class. Yandere professor, just imagining him watching you from the corner of his eye the whole class, his hands moving on auto pilot only able to think about you and how you blink dumbly at him while he teaches making him speak up âis something wrong Mr L/n?â
Just imagining you getting stuck after class in tutoring sessions all hours of the day because he claims âIâm just trying to help you achieve better [name]â heâd utter those words so sincerely it would keep you oblivious while he stares at your ass and your pecs, bitting his lips when you lean in your chair showing him the perfect peak of your body having this man insane having to excuse himself for a moment during your sessions while he goes and âfixesâ the situation between his legs.
Just imagining Yandere professor who rubs up against you grabbing and touching your body all over at any chance he gets with close proximity, slowly over time building trust off of his age and status, him pushing mid forties and freshly divorced. Just imagining him bringing up chats about his golden retriever just to twist your oblivious trust into something else, making you feel special whilst he gives you all the attention you could ever dream of with the intent of getting you all to himself wanting to possess and keep you like a boy toy.
Just imagining Yandere professor who asks you for âfavorsâ claiming heâd make sure you passed all your classes, that youâd never have to worry about losing your scholar ship. Heâd have your face in his crotch with your mouth wide open engulfing his cock all flushed in the face with teary eyes holding his thighs. Oh how he almost felt sorry for those poor girls that drooled after you during your gamesâŠ.almost, but having your mouth stuffed full of cock asking âam I doin good Eânough fâyou sherrâ while you soured your words with spit making slurping sounds just trying to please a good grade out of him.
Just imagining Yandere professor who does random dorm checkups on you, making you stay over at his apartment the nights your frat bros throw parties, not standing for the thought of some sorority girl getting her manicured hands on you, you were His and heâd fuck you so good that you knew it. Two glasses of wine later sitting in his apartment with your hand gripping the counters in shambles âs-ir!â All you can repeat over and over is his name speaking it like a prayer to your messiah feeling a drunken man going at it fucking you so hard the sounds start buzzing together and the over head light in his kitchen blurs under your pupils.
Just imagining Yandere professor who had your legs spread wide open sitting leaned back on his desk eating your ass out like a starving man. Gripping your skin and kissing your pucker, practically making out with your rim and letting you ramble on cluelessly about your plays and strategies, whining about how âthe coach is placing me as Qb this year!â While you grip the back of your professors head looking down at him just blinking and getting comfy when you see him having no intentions of letting you go since him being able to work your body and play with you however he liked was part of the âconditionsâ
Just imagining your grades going from a fifties and forties across the boards to becoming a straight A+ student having all of your friends asking how you managed to swindle that, having your fiends wanting to know your secret while one of them asks âall those time youâve been ditching, you must be going off to secretly study huh!â Your closest buddy just laughs and nudges you during practice unable to tell him that youâve been whoring yourself out to the most hated teacher on campus.
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Best Friend!Yang Jeongin x Afab!Reader
⊠Genre: Friends to Lovers - non-idol - [18+ Only]
⊠Content Description: 6.6k + 11 screenshots
⊠Summary: Your best friend finds out about your OnlyFans account which leads to you discovering how you really feel about him.
⊠CW: Unintentional exhibitionism(?), Unprotected sex [wrap it up party people] ⊠A/N: This is my FIRST Jeongin fic and I am hella excited! (and nervous) I really hope that you enjoy it! This is a hybrid of fake texts and story so make sure to open it all the way to see it all! AHH I'm so nervous.+ reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ⥠⧠Masterlist â§
Sleep abandoned you after you and Jeongin spoke, your thoughts were everywhere and nowhere and your body was working against you. Why does the fact that your best friend thinks that youâre hot turn you on? Why are you imagining him touching himself to the sounds of you moaning while you fuck yourself?
 Is he big?Â
How would he feel?Â
Wait - how did he not recognize your voice?Â
You never show your face, only the shoulders down, but youâve uploaded voice notes. Youâve done tons of horny rambles that he had to have listened to. Okay, wait wait wait, does he only get off to you? He said that youâre the only girl that he follows on the site⊠Okay, stop, brain shut the fuck up.Â
The next day you tried to operate how you normally would. You went to the gym, you got your morning coffee, you thought about Jeongin moaning at the sight of you, you screamed in your car and you went back home. Honestly, this is working out great.Â
You did everything that you could to distract yourself from the unending thoughts. You did laundry, watched TV, skipped rope on your balcony, you even started color organizing your closet. Thatâs when your phones started ringing with that tone that you know all too well.
 You stared at it for what felt like a second, you tried to calm yourself down and cursed yourself out in your head for making this such a big deal. He said that he doesnât care. He wonât mention it, heâll just get off to your videos and thatâs that. Jeongin is your best friend who finds you hot and touches himself to your videos, thatâs so normal. Youâre so normal about this.Â
By the time you finally hyped yourself up to answer his call the phone stopped ringing and you let out a huff of heavy air that you werenât even aware you were holding. Youâll call him backâŠlater.
Not even three minutes later thereâs knocking at your front door and you rush to open it. Youâre expecting a package today so this must be it. You swing the door open and your heart jumps out of your chest and runs down the hall. âAre you okay?âÂ
Jeongin waves in front of your face to grab your attention as you stare at him, unmoving. âI called, you didnât answer.â You clear your throat but end up choking a bit from how dry it is. You opt for nodding your head while you desperately swallow your spit to try and save you from further embarrassment.Â
âRight, yeah yeah come in, whatâs up?â You hastily stumble to the side as you open your door wider. He stalks in like he always does, comfortable and confident. âYou have my green jacket, Felix hyung wanted to borrow it tonight.â
âI gave that back, didnât I?â You smooth down your skirt, suddenly feeling super self conscious. Heâs seen you in this exact outfit more times than you can count but itâs different this time, right? No, itâs not supposed to be different. Weâre acting normal. Weâre so normal about this.
âNoona?â His fingers wrap around your wrist and you jump out of your thoughts, literally. âIs everything alright? You keep spacing out.âÂ
Has his hand always been this damn big? Thatâs all that you can think to yourself as you stare down at where heâs holding you. âIâm fine, Jeongin,â
âYou usually call me Innie.â He retorts with furrowed brows until it all clicks for him. âIs this about last night?âÂ
You pull away from him like heâs on fire and start power walking to your bedroom before he can say another word. âIâll go look for that jacket.â
You slam your room door closed behind you and sink to the floor against it immediately after. This is crazy, youâre acting crazy and horny and - and - fuck, has his hand always been that big?Â
Has he always called you noona that smoothly? Has he always been like⊠that? Wait, no, pull it together. Find the jacket and send him away so you can spiral in peace.Â
After about ten minutes of searching through the mess you made and battling your inner demons you find the jacket that Jeongin came for. When you leave your bedroom you expect to see him sitting on your couch but you find him in your kitchen instead. Heâs washing your dishes while he hums some song that youâre sure that you could identify if you concentrated but you canât think straight. Your brain isnât working at all because your best friend is standing there, at your sink, washing your dishes⊠In only a white tank top and gray sweatpants.Â
Your eyes find the discarded sports sweater he arrived in thrown sloppily over one of your counter stools before they quickly return to Jeonginâs toned back. This shirt should be illegal. He shouldnât be allowed to look this good.Â
You stand there, jacket in hand and thighs pressed together while you try to muster up the courage to say something, anything. Just as youâre about to speak he turns around with a cup full of water but itâs only full for a second before he jumps with a scream and pours it all over himself.
âYa, noona!â He huffs, bracing himself against the counter. âWhat the hell? You scared the life outta me.â He drops the now empty cup into the sink and braces himself with both hands against the marble.Â
âWhy are you just standing there?â You donât even hear his question. You canât hear anything except for the fast beating of your heart and incoherent screaming from your last brain cell as you take in the sight before you.Â
The front of his shirt is soaked and you can see right through the fabric sticking to each and every dip and contour of his unbelievable body. Has he always been⊠so hot? âNoona, seriously, what is going on with you? Do we need to talk about something?âÂ
He steps towards you and you take a clumsy step back. âI uh, found the jacket.â You sit the jacket on the stool where his sweater is then look back at him. You look him in the eyes this time to avoid possibly fainting but you quickly discover that his gaze is just as intoxicating.Â
âForget the jacket, Iâm trying to figure out if -â He takes another step towards you and you take two back.Â
âOkay, so Iâll see you later, right? Awesome, later Innie.â You rush back to your bedroom just as he takes another step to try to stop you. You slam the door shut and repeat the same routine as earlier. When did he get so hot?
What the fuck? Did he just ask you if you like it?âŠWhy is the answer yes? Why does that make every thought that youâve been thinking for the past 12 hours way worse? You gotta pull it together, you canât let a simple question cause you to spiral. He probably didnât even mean it like thatâŠright?
You spend the next three hours trying to forget that text. You take a shower and cook yourself a dinner that you barely even touch because itâs not what you want. Itâs not him, do you want him?Â
You drag yourself to your bedroom after you stuff your leftovers in the fridge and plop down on your bed. You scream into your mattress once or twice before you decide that you canât take it anymore, you need to do something. Anything.Â
Before you can even really think about it youâre in your closet that should honestly count as a second bedroom but you're fine with it being your mini studio. This is where youâve filmed every video, where you capture every picture and record every ramble. This is where you are when you make the content that Jeongin loves. Maybe heâll love this too.
You make yourself a bit comfortable in front of the large mirror on the wall and turn on your voice recorder. âHey thereâŠDo you have a second? I just wanna get something outta my head.âÂ
You settle into the fluffiness of your bean bag chair and spread your legs in front of the mirror. Your pajama shorts ride up a bit and the thin gusset exposes just enough of your cunt for you to take in. âIâve been thinking about you all day, yeah you. I canât get you off of my mind and itâs driving me crazy.âÂ
You sigh into your phone, glancing down at the recorder to make sure that itâs still running. Your free hand runs over the scarf tying your hair back and trails down the side of your neck. Your fingers brush over your sweet spots slowly and carefully kinda how you think he would do it.
âI want you.â Itâs more of a whisper than you intended but you keep going. âI want you so badly that itâs driving me mad. I bet you know that though, donât you?â
You nearly say Jeonginâs name at the end of that sentence and you nearly moan it into the air when your fingers brush over your nipples. âTell me that you thought about me too.âÂ
Your hands start moving faster, grazing your covered and exposed skin with a hungry haste that youâre sure that Jeongin would recreate. Heâd explore you with a lust driven by curiosity and desire. Heâd rip you apart and take his sweet time putting you back together. Heâd be rough and gentle, slow and fast, shallow and deep. Heâd be everything.
You didnât even realize that you were still talking into the recorder when your eyes snap open. You have no clue what youâve said and you have no clue when you started rubbing at your clit but you donât care. Moans are tumbling from your chapped lips as drool threatens to spill over the corners.
Thereâs nothing but pure carnal desire lingering around you and itâs all for your best friend. All for a man that youâve never looked twice at until today, or have you? You always knew that Jeongin was attractive. You always felt a tingle when heâd hold you or play around with you but youâve learned to push it down. It was manageable until last night. Thatâs when the dam broke.
âIn- I - I need you.â You almost said it, almost let it slip. âTouch me please, please.â
Your fingers are slipping inside before you can even process it. Youâre stroking up against your g-spot at a pace that should be painful but you feel nothing but bliss because youâre thinking of nothing but him. Him him him.Â
The slick sounds of your cunt are loud enough to be caught on the recorder but you wouldnât be surprised if theyâre completely overshadowed by your moans. âMake me cum, please please please, mâ gonna cum.âÂ
Your vision is going white before you can even take a deep breath, it gets caught in your throat as you cry out. Youâre panting, mumbling curses left and right and then right as youâre ending the recording it finally slips. âInnieâ
After sitting and staring at your reflection for maybe thirty minutes you finally pulled yourself up off of your bean bag chair and freshened up. You plopped down onto your bed face first and screamed, this seems to be becoming a routine.Â
Once you get a grip you sit up against your pillows and stare at the new audio. How could you make this while thinking about Jeongin? Are you a terrible friend? Can you blame him for being hot? Can you say that itâs all his fault and just live life hating him for ever finding your account? No, I mean, yeah you could but that would be stupid.
You load the audio into your Only Fans account and put together the new post. You usually wouldnât think twice about uploading a ramble, youâd usually listen to it in your headphones to check the quality and then throw it online for your subscribers to enjoy but this one feels different. This one feels wrong to post. After a bit of debating you take a deep breath and go for it. It canât be that bad right?
Nevermind
Itâs been about an hour since you posted the audio and itâs gotten back to back likes and comments. Youâve even gotten some chat requests with tips that you plan to reply to later but the one that just came in caught your attention.Â
You donât know what it is about it, maybe itâs the username or the energy behind their message but youâre almost a thousand percent positive that itâs Jeongin on the other side of this chat.Â
You sound so pretty in your new audio. Youâre really fueling my imagination tonight. I.2.n.8 Sent a tipÂ
You stare at the message for so long that you forget to blink. This is so obviously him. The user name is a dead giveaway. Jeongin is messaging you about your new ramble⊠you shouldnât reply.
Fuck.
You replied. You replied and you flirted so fucking hard that youâre sure that heâs blushing in his bed just like you are right now. Youâve talked to plenty of guys like this. You flirt and make them feel special and then boom more tips but you donât even care about the money right now, not when youâre having so much fun texting - sexting - the only man thatâs been on your mind. Your best friend.Â
When you see Jeongin the next day at a small get together you expect it to be awkward. You expected for him to give you knowing looks from across the crowded restaurant table but he didnât. He acted completely normal like he hasnât been sexting his best friend for the past eight hours.Â
You tried your best to mimic his demeanor. You spoke to him as normally as you possibly could and as the night went on it got easier to ignore the elephant in the room. You stole some food off of his plate and even sang karaoke with him at the bar that you went to afterwards. You almost forgot about the messages, until you got home.Â
Care to help me with a situation, sweetie? Iâll make it worth it, I promise. I.2.N.8 Sent a tip
Holy Fuck, thatâs a big tip⊠like, money⊠that kind of tip. You sat on the edge of your bed with a messy cocktail of cheap liquor running through your veins and giving you confidence to do things that will surely have you screaming into your mattress later, and not in the way that you really want.Â
You strip down and head to your closet, clicking a few pictures in poses that youâve never tried before and some that are your tried and true classics. You hold your breath as you organize the album and attach a price to it. If he really wants to see it he can pay, youâll be needing the money to fund your therapy sessions after this anyway cause this teasing is driving you insane.
Right when you send the set to the âmysteryâ guy a text from Jeongin drops down into view and youâre instantly covered in goosebumps.
Ayen đ„âŁïž: I had fun with you today, missed you. Ayen đ„âŁïž: I work late tomorrow but Iâm free the day after, wanna come over?
This is suspicious⊠right? You should decline. Yeah definitely decline, you donât wanna risk anything happening that could ruin your friendship.Â
Youâre screaming into your mattress again.
 You accepted the invitation as you were thinking about declining it.Â
You never stood a chance.Â
You donât sleep, instead you plan a cute but chill outfit to wear when you go over to his place. Itâs not a date but you still wanna be cute, this isnât weird. This is normal.Â
Whatâs not normal is the way that youâve been glued to your phone since this chat with Jeongin popped up. Youâre not neglecting your other messages but you do spend extra time on his chat. You give him exclusive content that barely costs a thing and youâre fucking enjoying it. Youâre addicted. So much so that when you get to Jeonginâs house the next day for your hang out itâs all that you can think about.
Youâve been here for about an hour and a half. You thought that it was just gonna be you and Jeongin. You thought that it was gonna be a nice best friend date. Itâs not.Â
âYou seriously never saw that video before?â Jisung asks Felix with a mouth half full of whatever he ordered a bit ago. Youâre sitting next to Jeongin on the couch with his roommate Seungmin next to him and his other roommate Felix on the floor with Jisung. âNever.â
They fall into some conversation that everyone seems to be paying attention to but you. Youâre too busy staring at your blacked out phone screen as you try to cope with the fact that youâre sitting next to the man that youâre secretly sexting.Â
He hasnât made anything weird just like he promised, everything is fine. You just need to calm - what the fuck?
Your phone chimes and your screen lights up to show a browser notification. An OnlyFans notification. You look over to the man next to you to catch him stuffing his phone in his pocket while he laughs at something that Felix said. Did he seriously just text you?
He did. You open your browser and the message is right there. Staring at you while you stare at him.
Bet youâre lookinâ so pretty today, sweetie. I.2.n.8 Sent a tip Mind showing me what youâre wearing today?Â
You gulp down the spit pooling in your mouth and choke a bit but you hide the cough well, you think. Why would he text you now? Why here? Maybe this is a good chance to see if itâs really him. Yeah, this is your chance.Â
You type the cutest reply you can think of while your heart does the cha cha slide in your chest and hit send. You hold your breath as you wait for the ding but youâre choking once again when you actually hear it.Â
Jeongin reaches into his pocket and smiles down at his phone. He doesnât unlock it. He doesnât check the message. But you know what he does? He fucking smiles at you.Â
âYou okay, noona? Youâre spacing out again.â Seungmin is replying before you can even open your mouth.Â
âMaybe if you actually spoke to her instead of texting that OnlyFans girl she wouldnât have to daydream.â The other two instigate Seungminâs teasing and Jeongin only rolls his eyes with a smile.Â
âYouâd be obsessed with her too if youâve seen what Iâve seenâ He settles back into the cushions a bit, extending his arm to the back of the couch behind you. He feels so much closer to you like this, or maybe itâs just because heâs talking about you to all of your friends. âSheâs worth obsessing over.â
âShare her account then.â You jump a bit at the suggestion, it was quick but it was enough to gain Felix and Jisungâs attention. Jeongin is the opposite of you. He isnât phased by the suggestion one bit, he just smiles down at his lap and shakes his head. âNope, sheâs a treasure that I plan to keep to myself.â
Seungmin scoffs and the other two start with the teasing again but Felixâs gaze keeps floating back to you. You try your best to relax, no one knows that youâre the OnlyFans girl so they arenât actually talking about you. But this on top of Jeongin texting you while sitting right next to you is starting to be too much.
âYeah yeah, tease all you want, Iâm getting a drink.â Jeongin asks if anyone else wants anything from the kitchen and collects requests from almost everyone except for you. You just sit there quietly staring at your lap, quietly dying inside until the burning in your chest gets your feet moving.Â
âIâll be back.â You mumble but only Felix replies, heâs the only one that heard you and his eyes follow you as you take the same path that Jeongin did a second ago.
Your friend is looking into the open fridge when you get to the kitchen. Heâs grabbing a bottle of water when he notices you come around the corner.
âHey, did you want -âÂ
âNot here.â You whisper through clenched teeth, itâs quick and quiet enough for you to get the point across and then escape. âDo not message me here, are you insane?â Jeongin closes the fridge, water bottle in hand and a grin on his lips.
âWhat?â You look back to make sure that youâre still alone before stepping closer to him. âDo not text me here.â
âWhy would I be texting you when youâve been right next to me?â He sips from the bottle in his hands before sitting it down. âI think that youâre confused about -â
âYouâre I.2.n.8, I know you are. Youâre the one whoâs been tipping me and texting me on OF for days.â Jeongin looks down at the tile in an attempt to hide the smug grin on his face. âYou promised not to make it weird.â
âI kept my promise.â He shrugs, looking back up at you with a different gaze, a darker one. âI havenât made anything weird. I havenât brought it up. Itâs you who thinks that Iâm texting you.â
He steps closer, leaving little room between you two. You can feel your face getting hot, the temperature is rising with each second that your eyes are on his. Your thighs press together and you take it as a desperate plea from your body but you donât know what for. â Do you want it to be me texting you?âÂ
The air feels too thick with him so close, you canât breathe. Itâs too much. You turn away, desperate to retreat back to your safe space on the couch but he grabs your wrist before you can escape.Â
His other hand finds your waist and guides your back against the marble counter next to the fridge. âDonât run away from me again, noona.â Thereâs barely an inch between you two and the air feels dry at this point. Your tongue feels too heavy to control in your mouth so you dip it out to skate across your bottom lip. Jeongin watches the movement carefully, too carefully.
âTell me, do you want it to be me, hm?â He shifts, caging you between his arms as he leans against the counter. You catch the flex of his muscles from the corner of your eye and it makes you feel dizzy, what is going on? âDo you want it to be me who tells you how badly I wanna ruin such a pretty thing like you?âÂ
You bite back a groan and sink into the surface behind you. He steps forward, now impossibly close as he moves to whisper in your ear. âIs that what you want, sweetie?â
Oh fuck, it is him. Itâs really him.
âJeongin, we canâtâ Youâre whispering to him so he whispers back. âCanât what? What are you thinking about? Iâve only asked you a question.â
âYou canât be this close to me.â Your words feel forced and your limbs feel heavy as you try to find a way to settle against him. âThis isnât right.â
âYeah? So you touching yourself in your closet and moaning my name is fine? But this isnât right?â Your eyes widen the second those words leave his mouth, how did he know that you film in your closet? Heâs been there a couple of times of course, heâs sat in your bean bag chair and heâs helped you pick out outfits but he never knew that you do Only Fans. So if he knows that youâve been filming in your closet that means he recognized it from one of your videos⊠which means that he also had to have recognized you.Â
âYou knew that it was me the whole time didnât you?â Your eyes flick from his to his lips and back up. âYou knew that it was my account.â His lips spread into a wide mouth smile as he mimics your previous pattern with his dark pupils.Â
âMaybe I did.â He moves his hand to your arm, running his fingers over the exposed flesh of your wrist. Every touch feels like fire as the pads of his fingers glide up your forearm. âMaybe I hoped it was you.â
His fingers press into your flesh every so slightly, itâs enough to make you shift into a firmer press of your thighs. âMaybe I only subscribed to the account because it looked like you.â
His fingers take their time going over the curve of your shoulder. They tease the strap of your top for a second, before dancing up the curve of your neck. âGuess I got lucky, huh?â
That was what tipped the bucket. That is what had you crashing your lips to his and wiping that smug smile off of his face in an instant. He moans into your mouth before you can moan into his, his hand cups your neck, pulling you closer as his other hand grabs at your waist.
Itâs heated and sloppy. He feels just as desperate as you do with every clumsy swipe of his tongue over yours. Youâre panting into his mouth, only pulling away for half a second to breathe before youâre tasting him again.Â
Your hands grab at his flexing arms, scratching and kneading the flesh before you move to make fists into the fabric of his shirt. He feels unreal, heâs more than what you dreamed of. He feels so strong and soft and he tastes like lust itself.
You press your body further into his, taking in the matching thump of his heart to yours as your lips move in an impossible rhythm. Itâs clear that you both feel the same hunger, the same longing, the same need for each other. Maybe this was driving him insane too.
âJump.â His command is muffled and wet against your lips but you understand him and swiftly obey. His hands move to the back of your thighs to help you up onto the counter and he briskly fills in the space between your parted legs with his slim waist.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands wander up your clothed thighs, his fingers dig into the plush flesh with a deep groan. âFuck, do you know how long Iâve thought of this?â He trails kisses over your cheek and over the shell of your ear.Â
âI watched every video.â He moves down the curve of your neck, nipping and kissing the flesh to milk moans from your parted lips. âI listened to every audio. I saved every picture.âÂ
He sucks bruises into your clavicle, licking over the rising cherry marks and planting sloppy kisses. âBut none of that is as good as this.â Youâre panting and moaning into his ear. Words donât make sense. They jumble and disappear behind your eyes with each rough grab and desperate lick.Â
âDo you feel as good as you look, sweetie?â Your eyes flutter open when he pulls back from your neck. Both of your lids are low and your eyes have a lustful haze fogging them. âCan I please feel you?â His hands explore you while you fight with your tongue to form words. They skim over your curves and make you feel like youâre electric. Youâve wanted this, you wanted this so badly.Â
âWe shouldnât.â Your mouth forms the wrong words and you curse yourself for it. Jeongin just nods at you, hands still exploring your body until they reach your breast. He cups them, squeezing a bit and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples.Â
âWe shouldnâtâ He repeats after you, massaging your breast more intensely and pressing the prominent bulge in his sweatpants firm against your cunt. Your breath hitches and your eyes flutter shut.
âWe canâtâ It comes out as a moan as he leans in and sucks on the flesh on the other side of your neck. Your fingers rake through his hair and he groans at the slight tug you give. âYouâre my best friend.âÂ
âDonât worry about making things weird.â He whispers between kisses to the shell of your ear. âJust worry about what you want.â
He pulls away again, fox eyes staring into yours. âYouâre not gonna lose me, donât worry.â Your eyes search his for a second and you can feel your resolve breaking.Â
 âTouch me.â Your voice is barely above a whisper but he heard you, heâs just going to act like he didnât. âSay it again.â
âTouch me, Innie, please. I wanâ it.â His hand is slipping down the front of your shorts in an instant. Everything is back to being clumsy and rough, fast and desperate. He moans when the pads of his fingers run over your slick folds.
âNo panties, sweetie?â His eyes roll back and he bites at his bottom lip to try to control himself.Â
âIâm sorry, I canât do this.â He hooks his fingers into the side of your shorts and starts trying to work them down your thighs. âI need you, itâs driving me mad.âÂ
You lift up for him and when you come back down his lips are on yours. âYouâre driving me insane.â He whispers against your spit slick lips, his forehead is pressed to yours as his fingers roam your slippery cunt. He covers you in your own slick, dipping in and out of your folds and teasing your waiting hole.
âPlease, no teasing, I canât take it.â He rubs your clit, once then twice before slipping back down. âInnie, please Iâll be so good. Iâll be so good for you please just fuck me.âÂ
He pushes a finger into you slowly, taking in the soaked warmth that he caused. This is all because of him and his cock twitches at the thought. You moan and arch your back, your nails dig into his forearms as he moves. His rhythm is steady and unfamiliar, it makes your body sing in a way that no one else ever has.
âYouâre so tight, noona. So wet.â His eyes are glued to where his finger is disappearing inside of you. He adds another, pushing in slowly before taking his previous pace. âOh fuck, this is how it looks when you fuck yourself. When you take those toys and stuff your cunt. Shit, itâs so hot.â
Youâre grinding into his hand, meeting his fingers when they fill you to the knuckle. Your tongue is poked between your teeth in an attempt to keep yourself quiet but youâve already failed. Each thrust is met with a whining whimper that Jeongin eats up like candy.Â
âInnie, Innie, c-can you curl them please? Curl your fingers inside of - holy shit, yes yes yes.â He watches your eyes roll back as your orgasm builds and builds.Â
âDid you think of me?â His voice is thick with lust as he watches you. âWhen you made your last audio, did you think about me?â Youâre shaking your head before you can even filter the question. You admit it shamelessly as you chase your high thatâs dangling in front of you.
âYes, I did I did, I thought of you.â Your orgasm rushes up your legs and blurs your vision with one more stroke of his fingers but heâs pulling out before you can ride it out. You whimper at the loss but a gasp quickly follows when youâre filled with something thicker.
âI know.â He moans, bracing himself against the cabinet behind your head as he pushes into you. âYou said my name in the audio, you know that?â
He bottoms out with a groan, your cunt is spasming around him as your previous orgasm rips through you but you can already feel another one building as the first one subsides. His other hand settles at the nape of your neck and he pulls you in for a searing kiss.Â
You canât breathe being this full of him. With his tongue exploring your mouth and his cock stretching your walls. It feels like you're suffocating in the most delicious way. âShit, your pussy takes - takes me so well.â You can feel his control dissolving. Itâs evident in the way he pants against you and how his dark eyes droop lower and lower with each unsteady pull of his hips.
âI wanna take my time with you.â He whispers against your lips. âI wanna but I canât.â Heâs whining, moaning and cursing into the air as he drags against your walls. You canât even really hear him if youâre being honest. Between the sloppy sounds of your cunt being fucked, the rapid beating of your heart and ringing in your ears youâre completely clocked out. Utterly brain-dead.Â
âPlease, let me hear you. Please, I wanna know what you sound like when I fuck you.â Your voice shakes with a moan of his name as he switches his pace. His thrusts become faster and deeper, his breathing ragged, heâs doing his best to fuck you how heâs seen you fuck yourself. Heâs doing his best to ruin you the same way that he imagined every time that heâd jerk his cock to your content.
 âMore more more, please. Deeper, I wanâ it deeper.â His hands move to your thighs at your request and he pulls your ass to the very edge of the counter. He supports your legs on either side of him while you brace yourself against the side of the fridge.Â
He pushes into you until his pelvis is flush against you. Every single thick inch of him is buried inside of you. Your pussy swells around him, squeezing him so perfectly that he lets his head fall forward with a moan. The hand that isnât against the fridge balls the fabric of his shirt against his chest and slowly pulls it up until his torso is exposed to you.Â
âOh, fuck.â Your eyes snap shut once you feel him twitch inside of you. You let your hand run over his toned core, taking in every firm dip from under his fallen shirt. âMove, please. Please, Innie.â
ââM gonna cum if I move.â His voice is strained as he rummages for any last bit of self control but heâs lost it all. He pulls back slowly, swirling his hips to hit every spot that you could imagine and more. Your pussy clenches around him as he sinks back in and he nearly busts at the feeling.
âI can feel you in my fucking stomach.â Thatâs all that you had to say to break him. Thatâs all that you had to say to have him pushing deeper into you then pulling back with every intention of ruining you. The only sound that you can hear is skin against skin decorated by your harmonizing moans.
 His eyes are shut tight as he moves, heâs biting his tongue, trying his best not to whine and moan like he does into his hand while watching your videos. You on the other hand are loud. Youâre so fucked out and dazed that you can barely remember where you are. You couldnât answer the first question asked to you even if you tried, the only thing that you can think of right now is Jeongin. Everything is him. Him, him, him.
âInnie âm gonna cum, youâre gonna make me. Gonna make me cum, fuck fuck fuck.â You scratch into his abs, leaving pretty red marks for him to remember this moment. Your head falls back as you float in the feeling of being dumb with pleasure. His hips slam into you at their own accord and you just take it. You let him fuck you just how he wants, just how you need it.Â
âCum, please cum. You feel too good. sweetie. Gonna make me cum.â His thrusts become more frantic, his movements more erratic. Your body is trembling and your mind is blank. A familiar fuzziness takes over your vision as you lose control, you welcome it. You savor it and quietly beg for more. âCum on my cock, noona.â
Heâs begging and youâre complying. Your vision blurs with a hazy white, your breathing hitches, and your body trembles with pleasure. Youâre more than positive that your damn near screaming his name as he fucks you through what might be the most intense orgasm of your life. âThatâs it, Thank you for your cum. Thank you.âÂ
His fingers dig into your thighs as his thrusts become unpredictable. He canât take much more and he knows it. As much as he wanted to savor you he just canât help but to get lost in the way you feel. He can swear that you were made for him. âOh fuck, oh, fuck, Iâm cumming.â With one final thrust heâs pulling out and milking his cock of thick ropes of white that settle on your inner thigh and drips down to frame your glistening cunt.Â
He slumps forward, forehead resting against yours as you both pant hot and heavy satisfaction into the air. The silence is loud, almost louder than your pounding heart and racing thoughts as your eyes flutter open to meet Jeonginâs.
You stare at each other, itâs soft and almost comfortable but thereâs still this looming uneasiness in your chest that makes you feel like you made a big mistake. It makes you feel like you just lost something. âHere.â He speaks first, pulling back from you to reach for the water bottle that he had earlier.
âDrink this, please.â Heâs gentle as he opens the bottle and raises it to your lips. He tips your head back with a bent finger and turns the bottle up for you. âAre you okay?â
You swallow hard, panting for another second before you try nodding your head but you donât know what to tell him. âHey.â He grabs your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts for a second and calming you with his touch. âEverythingâs alright. We didnât ruin anything.âÂ
He smiles softly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that you canât help but melt into. Maybe heâs right. Maybe youâre just nervous to confront all of this, maybe youâre just scared to admit to yourself that you want him. You want him so badly and so much more.
He pulls back and you sigh, nodding your head with a whisper. âIâm okay.âÂ
âLet me clean you up and we can talk?â He starts fixing himself up and you canât help but to snort a laugh. âI feel like we did this in reverse order.â
He smiles as he moves over to the sink. âYeah, maybe.â The two of you laugh softly as he wets a couple of paper towels. Itâs quiet again. It's comfortable. Everything will be alright.
âYour bedroom is literally right down the hall, you couldnât fuck there?â Seungmin yells to the two of you and you freeze, Holy fuckaroni, you forgot that they were here.Â
âYou never even brought me my drink!â Jisung follows and Jeongin rolls his eyes and comes back over to you with the paper towels. Felix yells right after Jisung and you canât help but to break out into laughter with Jeongin as he cleans you up.Â
âAre you two not confused that they just fucked? Is it just me?.âÂ
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Into It â„ïž Part 1 of 3
Max Verstappen x Girlfriend!Reader
i'm into it, yeah, says she wanna fuck me later, girl i'm into it
the one in which youâre newly dating your gorgeous boyfriend, max verstappen, after months of pining and flirting. heâs the perfect gentleman, so romantic and treats you just right! now how do you tell him that youâre desperate for mad max to come out and rail ur insides without sounding like a freak đ
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut but this time with some plot lol, reader essentially is just trying whatever tactic she can to seduce her bf and make mad max come out in bed, size kink, dom/sub elements, 4k WC
PART TWO HERE â„ïž PART THREE HERE â„ïž
You look up blissfully at your boyfriend, Max, from where youâre tucked into his side, his strong arm scooping you against him and keeping you warm. Youâre rewatching an old classic, Shrek 2, as you wind down from your dinner plans with your friends earlier than evening. Lando and Daniel had joined as well, teasing you and Max mercilessly about how you two were finally together and that the whole F1 grid had been placing bets on when you would make it official.
You had flushed in a combination of embarrassment and giddiness, unable to hold back a matching laugh with Max who had looked over at you with an adoring gaze, his own heart warm with happiness about finally being able to call you his own. You two had run in the same Monaco circles for years - with him as a driver and you on the McLaren legal team. Though initially you only saw glimpses of him through paddock interviews or social media posts celebrating his multiple winning streaks, the two of you had become a lot closer the past couple years through his friendship with Daniel and Lando. Soon enough you were joining them at weekly Padel sessions, leading to you and Max exchanging funny cat memes or popping online to decimate him and Lando on a Call of Duty stream and then eventually onto deeper conversations, from his latest breakups with his model girlfriends or quiet ramblings with a bottle of wine outside a booming party about the pressures of demanding fathers.
Of course, tongues were wagging anytime you two were seen together - especially when Max had his first time in years being single for months before you had gotten together. You couldnât deny that you had always thought the older Dutch man was incredibly handsome and funny, always full of interesting facts about niche topics, and you found his intensity and passion for his racing career so attractive, as a high powered professional yourself as a lawyer for a luxury car brandâs executive board. But you had always curbed any growing feelings you had for Max, paranoid that it would compromise the strong friendship you two had developed. Besides, given his affliction for dating vogue models, and his respectful gazes or polite touches compared to the much more flirtier ones from other drivers on the grid, you had never thought max considered you attractive.
But somehow, despite both your busy schedules, despite max being across the globe, you always ended up calling each other first to share sad, happy, or even just boring news. You had never once imagined that after winning his most recent championship the first person he came looking for in his celebrations that night was you, his face flushes from champagne and hugging you tightly, his eyes shining with warmth as he told you he couldnât have won it without you and suddenly you could no longer deny the rapid palpitations of your heart when you looked up at him. And as he looked at you, thumb gently brushing across your cheeks, warm breaths mingling together as your faces drew closer, he couldnât deny himself any longer either - Schat, all Iâve been thinking about is what I really wanted for my prize instead of this trophy. Can I kiss you now?
And the rest was history. Fast forward a few months and itâs still so surreal to call Max your boyfriend, you think, as you come back to the present, watching him fondly as he chuckles at the movie. Dating him has been a dream - heâs your first serious relationship, your standards too high to waste time with any of the subpar guys you had gone on first dates with before - and wow, did Max know exactly how to knock all of those standards out of the park. He would always drive and pick you up anywhere you wanted, in his sleek luxury cars that had pedestrians gawping, one large hand on your thigh and asking how your day had been. You had literally stopped taking your wallet out anymore as Max always slammed down his black Amex at any opportunity to pay for you - dinners, trips, jewellery and luxurious shopping sprees - and although the staunch feminist in you had initially disagreed you couldnât help but feel so cared for, so looked after - knowing all you needed on a night out was one hand around his arm and the other clutching a pretty little Chanel purse he had picked up for you at last monthâs race weekend, with a matching Dior lip gloss inside. If you were ever having a hard day at work he would always order your favourite foods straight to your apartment, where he would meet you and bitch and vent alongside you about whichever client had been giving you grief.
And my god, the sex - THE SEX with your man had been absolutely amazing. Considering the difference in your past number of relationships, max was keenly aware that he had a lot more experience than you and was so unbelievably sweet and patient - letting you take all the time you needed to go slow and work up the confidence gradually to ask for what you wanted for him. Your first time together had been incredibly romantic, a night at a private house he had booked out for the week on the Italian coastline. After a candlelit dinner and a bottle of wine you found yourself in his lap on the outdoor chaise, soft kisses turning more and more heated, max whispering are you sure, liefje? If youâre not ready-
to which you had cut him off with another deep kiss, pleading for him to make you his once and for all â€ïž His eyes had flickered with a deep intensity at your possessive statement before softening out to adoration again as he gently unlaced your dress and trailed kisses down your body, worshipping you. youâd both cum embarrassingly faster than youâd have liked, high off the feeling of one another, max cleanly finishing inside a condom he threw away before carrying you in his arms to the bedroom inside. Since then, youâd both figured out you had a combined very high sex drive, using every opportunity in your schedules to make love, max never hesitating to always make sure you came first, either on his fingers, tongue or cock. You had the perfect boyfriend. Truly. You couldnât ask for anything more, yet -
- yet, here you were, feeling like an absolute bitch about the recurrent thoughts that had planted in your mind as you watched max come out of the bathroom freshly showered, getting ready for bed after finishing a gaming stream with his mates following your Shrek 2 viewing. The issue was that your boyfriend - your incredibly hot, sexy, tall Dutch boyfriend - was so stupidly enticing but so oblivious that he has no idea what he did to you. You bit your lip as you looked at him, hair dripping wet, distractingly saying something to you while texting on his phone - but your mind was only fixed on how big and strong Max looked. Your boyfriend was much bigger than you, almost towering over you at 6â1 with your 5â1 frame. His athletic training currently during the season meant he had been looking extra delectable lately, defined abs, thick muscular thighs and a broad shoulder and back that narrowed down to a narrow (or as Lando joked, slutty) waist, highlighted now by the grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips that did nothing to hide the sizeable bulge in between his legs. It was undeniable that he was packing, to the point where you had called it his third leg after first seeing him naked, making him laugh but also take even more care everytime he entered you - you were a lot smaller than his previous partners, after all. He always made sure his pace was gentle and slow, avoiding fully entering you too much in worry of causing you pain. Truly, your boyfriend was too sweet - everything he did was to avoid causing your any pain or distress - which is why you felt too embarrassed to ask him directly to be rougher with you when he was simply looking out for your comfort. It has been perfect for you initially, but now you felt more adjusted to his size, and each time you slept together you felt yourself becoming more and more desperate for Max to be just a little bit rougher, a little bit more controlling. What would he think when his usually sweet, happy go lucky girlfriend admitted she actually fantasised about him completely ruining her? So, of course, you being you - an ambitious feminist - have decided to hatch a conniving strategy to seduce your boyfriend into giving it to you just right!! đ
Starting tonight - you had already planned to spend the night at Maxâs, relaxing after the hectic work week you had both had. Often, you wore his comfortable hoodies that dwarfed you and smelt just like him as you cuddled in bed. Instead tonight you wore an angelic pink lace Agent Provocateur nightie, bows and all, pushing your cute tits up on display for him and complimenting your caramel skin perfectly. Enough to drive Max crazy, right? Sitting against the plush pillows, you had been reading one of your steamy dark romance novels - your latest outlet these days while you manifested getting some back breaking sex with Max - but of course had ended up distracted by the sight of your himbo boyfriend emerging from the shower.
-Schat? So what do you think? Max finally looked up from his phone, making you come back to reality and realize you hadnât been answering his question. Maxâs eyes widened seeing your pretty little form on his bed - he had never seen you wear an outfit like that in bed before. He cleared his throat, inconspicuously shifting his stance so you didnât notice his hard on at the sight of you when you hastily stumbled to reply - Oh sorry maxie, I missed what you were saying, just a bit tired after today
Max immediately came to your side in bed, looking guilty. Of course Schat, sorry, Iâm keeping you up with my gaming stream arenât I? You had such a long week already, we can go straight to bed now. You cursed your own slip up - of course, your sweet Max would put your comfort first over what you were sure looked like mission successful given the rapid hardening of his bulge you had zoned in on.
You try again as Max dims the bedside lamps, taking your book gently away from your hands and setting it to the side. You lean softly in next to him, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, tits right up against his hard biceps so that your breasts are basically cushioning his arm right in between them. Your nightie rises up your legs, showcasing your soft, luscious thighs for him. Max smiles lovingly at you, cradling your face before peppering your cheeks with baby kisses. You look so pretty, sweetheart. So sweet to wait for me before falling asleep, mein Schat.
You lean in further, lips pouting in an effort your boyfriend would finally catch the hint but instead you found yourself gently maneouvered and tucked into his side, his large hands rubbing soothing circles along your back as he placed a final kiss on your forehead. Goodnight, darling. Your eye twitched at his definitive words, perplexed at how your plan had been so unsuccessful, but you sighed and wished goodnight to Max, falling asleep and already plotting for another day.
A couple of weeks later you decided to up the ante. A sexy, bold crimson red lingerie teddy set, practically see through and showcasing your tan nipples through the lace and mesh, and a pathetic excuse of some lacy red panties to match. You smirked as you eyed yourself in the mirror - sure, it was quite a forward look, but you had found yourself becoming increasingly more desperate for your boyfriendâs attentions after attending his Monaco race today. You did your best to attend the races you could but with your own demanding schedule often struggled to make it, so were very excited to support your boyfriend this time - especially as you had been keeping track of how this season was difficult compared to earlier years given the poorer quality of the RB car. Your eyes had widened at seeing the events this weekend - a string of bad luck events. First, his engine had stalled during free practise, making him lose precious practise time, and then a red flag had been called as he was finishing an almost perfect qualifying lap, ruining his chances of pole, and finally during the actual race he was clipped on the side by one of the Aston Martinâs, making him spin out but still incredibly go on to get P2. It was amazing result given everything, but what caught your attention was a side of your boyfriend you had only every heard whispers about emerge on the track. In the past, you had only attended races he had easily won, appearing calm and collected throughout the weekends as he cruised to P1 - easily overpowering everyone else. Today though - Mad Max, his fans excitedly cheered and paddock staff gossiped, Mad Max is finally back!! In his villain era!!
And your Max was indeed seething at everyone - competitors, his strategy team, the stewards for not giving Aston Martin a penalty - and you had listened in on the radio to hear him angrily swear and yell to his engineer, seen him aggressively overtake and defend his place on the track, and finally seen the stormy expression on his face as he emerged out of his car, clearly pissed with narrowed eyes as he stalked off to his driver room without a word, not even sparing a glance at you or anyone else. Sure, you should have felt a little hurt that he hadnât noticed you or seen the perfectly planned designer outfit you had arrived wearing, sending the paparazzi into a flurry, but you completely understood that his career was first on the line today and he needed some time to cool off. And honestly, instead of feeling bad for Max - the sick, twisted part of you couldnât deny that he had looked sooo sexy completely dominating on the track, authoritatively giving orders over the radio and confidently outmanoeuvring his rivals. You had to catch yourself from biting your lip or squeezing your legs together as his rough accented tones got more and more angry throughout the race over your headphones, imaging what it would be like to be pinned down by his strong arms, to have him lean down behind you and whisper naughty things in your ear, to ask if you liked being a dirty little-
âOh! Y/N! Can we get a quick word?â The sky sports reporters interruption hastily put an end to the illicit thoughts you had been having. Quickly trying to school your expression into something much more PR friendly, you flashed a dazzling smile, âOf course!â. As expected they tried to rile responses out of you to condemn Maxâs aggressive performance. But you had stood for none of it, honestly and clearly stating that your boyfriend had driven very capably and fairly given the circumstances and you were extremely impressed with his performance. âHeâs a triple world champion after all. Did you just expect him to roll over and not defend his title? If you donât agree with it then no need to watch it. At the end of the day heâs the one driving the car over the finish line while everyone else is speculating hypotheticals.â The reporters thank you for your input, stumbling for words at your strong defence of your boyfriend. You wandered off before they could say more, catching up with Max a couple hours later when he had debriefed and collected his trophy, looking a lot more chilled out than earlier.
Hey, Schatje he mumbled gently, leaning down to kiss you on the lips after pulling you from a conversation with the other WAGs. Max! you had exclaimed brightly, congratulating him on his win and letting him know just how proud you were of him. You knew he would be tired - we could go to the red bull celebration yacht party for 30min, show our faces, and then play hooky back to ours? I already put in a dinner order for your favourite lamb kebabs.
Max smiled down at you - you knew him so well, always knew what to say and when he wanted to relax. Sounds amazing, Schat he voiced in agreement. Later, after eating dinner at home, Lando sent him a trending insta reel with the caption âMate, sheâs too good to you, you bagged a queen.â Max grinned, expecting some fanmade memes about you and him as he clicked the link (he has seen all the Queen Y/N and heâs justâŠKen Max tweets already. You were a well liked figure on the paddock for years with your well mannered speech, excellent dress style and courteous relationships with most of the staff.)
He was suprised to instead see an interview post race of you defending him staunchly, shutting down any opportunity the reporters used to manipulate your words. He walked into his bedroom to find you conveniently waiting for him in bed again, nose buried in one of your romance models, and started laughing at how effective you were at putting the media clowns in their place. Thanks for sticking up for me always, liefje. You smiled back at him with pure adoration - of course Maxie, thatâs the advantage of dating a lawyer, right?
He agreed enthusiastically, so caught up on now yapping about the race as he climbed into bed with you that he didnât even notice the sexy little outfit you had planned just for him, covering you up with his soft duvet before you could properly twirl around and showcase it for him. Your eye twitched again as he yawned in between statements, grabbing your waist and bringing your back in against him, spooning you while his voice gently trailed off, falling asleep.
Meanwhile, your mind was running at 100 miles a minute, a scowl on your face. This was ridiculous, you had gotten all dressed up in an overpriced beautiful outfit just for your boyfriend to get distracted by a 3min interview you had done with an asshole reporter and then fall asleep instead of ravaging you?? You had tonight would be the perfect night, for you to be the one to support him for once, be the perfect outlet for his stress, to use you and manipulate your body for his own pleasureâŠheat pooled in your gut at your dark thoughts, and you grow wetter between your legs at the mental image of max having his way with you. Maybe it still wasnât too late. Sighing gently, you closed your eyes, pretending to drift into sleep but moving your plump, barely covered ass behind you to gently grind up on your boyfriendâs cock, which was now rapidly hardening with your practised movements. You sensed Max had awakened when you felt his arms tighten around you, keeping you still in an effort to stop you from exciting him to much while you were still asleep and he couldnât act on it.
Mmmhmm, maxie, feels so good~ you moaned, still keeping up the facade of having a wet dream, breathing getting heavier and pushing your tits against the edges of his fingers that were wrapped around your waist. You felt him exhale sharply as he came into contact with your hardened nipples, a smirk on your face. Your grinding had managed to push the duvet partially off, exposing your red lingerie in the moonlight - surely this would be enough to drive any man crazy!!
You heard him sigh behind you, shifting slightly and inadvertently pushing his cock against your skimpy underwear as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck - and you had to hold back a squeal with how hard and big he felt against you, this was it, he was finally going to give in and fuck you awake while he thought you were having a wet dream, he could slide it right in, you were ready for it, for him, you were soo wet already just from imagining it, this was so hot-
Your fantasies are quickly shut down as max easily used his strength to turn you around so your face was buried into his chest again, your ass now devastatingly much too far away to get any action, and began rubbing your shoulders soothingly to get you to fall into a deep sleep again. You almost combusted at the action before deflating and accepting defeat once more. Your kind boyfriend of course would never toe the line of having sex with you in a dubious way were you were asleep. You wanted - no needed, to bring Mad Max out in your bedroom, and you were determined to do whatever it took.
Over the next few weeks you threw countless strategies Maxâs way. Leaving your dirty romance books out in plain view, sometimes even opened up to a page right in the middle of a jaw dropping sex scene. Lacier and lacier bralettes and panties left everywhere to prompt him. âAccidentallyâ deleting his best SIM race time record on his rig. But nothing seemed to be working - max diligently tidyed up the stray underwear, reshelved the books, and generously forgave you for the SIM error before setting a new record later that night instead of fucking you angrily like you had planned. You got more frustrated as both your work schedules became busier, leaving you less time to connect with him. Fuck, last weekend - last weekend you had even thrown out all your boxes of condoms before jumping into Maxâs arms when he had come home, laughing and eager to see you. One thing let to another and he was as eager to be inside you as you were to have him inside you, voicing Itâs been too long Schat, Iâve missed your sweet body so much, so beautiful for me in between kisses as he reached for the bedstand drawer to grab a condom - only to find it empty. You pretended to have a confused look on your face (truly, you deserved an Oscar for your performance this past month) before oh so innocently suggesting Maxie, we- we donât have to use one if you donât want, Iâm on the pill -
And there it was - a brief darkening of your boyfriendsâ normally loving ice blue eyes, his sharp gaze on you at your suggestion of doing it raw for the first time - before he schooled his features back to normal and gave you a sweet kiss, Itâs okay Schat, youâre too sweet, you donât deserve to feel uncomfortable for my sake, Iâll just grab some from the corner store, da? He was off you before you could protest, promising he would be back soon as you blinked away tears of frustration and denial that yet again your plan had failed. When he finally entered you later that night, ever so gently, condom and all, you closed your eyes tight and imagined how each vein and ridge of his thick cock might feel when fully buried inside you to the hilt, if that goddamn condom broke, if he spilled all of his thick, creamy cum inside you, so much that it spurted out the sides, leaking everywhere, claiming you as his and no one elseâs, making such a filthy, filthy mess-
- you came harder than you had the whole month, burying your face in Maxâs shoulder to contain the scream that threatened to spill out. You sighed as you came down from your high. Fuck, you needed a drink.
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A/N: Follow along for Part 2 of this 3 part series to see if dear reader will finally manage to uncockblock herself and release Mad Max!! đđ
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*Lee know Calling You Clingy*
Paring: Lee Know x Reader (GN)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Arguing, Cursing, A sort of happy ending?
This is part of a series find the others here:
Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin
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Cutting up some veggies as you watched your boyfriend cook dinner, he was always so handsome like this so in his zone. As you got done cutting you brought it over to him. Standing by his side as he went to grab something you would hand it to him, He moved you would move. You thought to yourself how sweet this moment was however thatâs not exactly what he was thinking. He was getting frustrated cause as much as he really loved when you helped the kitchen was too small for you both to be doing stuff.
âY/n can you please give me a little bit of spaceâ he said his tone sounding annoyed. You looked up at him feeling bad for bothering him so you slumped back into the chair. âWhy donât you set the table?â He asked seeing your reaction. You nod feeling a bit upset as you did so. You both sat down to eat finishing the delicious food fast before plopping yourselves down on the couch to watch a movie.
You wanted to make it up to him for bothering him while he was in his element so you wrapped your arms around him snuggling up to him. He let out a small sigh as you did so, you looked up to the man who was trying to focus on the movie. His face stern looking still with a hint of that annoyance from earlier. âHey babe is everything alright? You seem on edge today?â You said softly trying to read his face. âItâs fineâ he said blankly still keeping his attention on the tv.
âLove please, talk to me I can tell somethingâs up. Is it work? Did I do something?â You went on rambling before he cut you off ây/n please. Can we just watch the damn movie.â He hissed his voice harsher than it was supposed to be âcanât you at least tell me whatâs wrong?â You said not wanting to drop it, although you probably should have. âFor fuck sakes y/n!â He said turning off the tv and getting up âyou have been- been so clingy lately. You have been up my ass since we came back from the US. Why canât I just get a few minutes of just peace. First you wonât leave me alone while Iâm cooking and now I canât even watch a damn movie without fucking 50 questions!â His voice echoed across the room.
Your heart was pounding trying all you had not to cry âIâm fucking sorry I havenât seen my boyfriend in almost a month, god fucking forbid me for wanting to spend time with him!â You hissed back. You stood up quickly walking to your room, you grabbed a bag and packed some clothes as Minho continued behind you. âItâs one thing to fucking miss me y/n but it feels like youâd want to sit on my lap while I take a fucking shit cause you âmiss me so muchâ you act like we didnât talk at all which again had me no fucking time to myself!â
You put your bag over your shoulder âFine you want alone time so fucking bad! Then be alone Minho!â You said storming towards the front door. Your mind raced as you could feel the tears pulling at the corners. No. No crying he doesnât get to see that. âGood! Thatâs exactly what I fucking wanted, Iâm happy you get the fucking message now!â He said still yelling behind you. You bit your lip his words cutting deeper each time he spoke. You turned around quickly feeling the tears coming âfuck you Minho! Iâm- Iâm fucking done!â You spat almost running out the door you could hear him before you were out âme fucking too!â
You had gone to a friendâs house to stay she held you close rubbing your back trying to console you. Everything hurt, your head was spinning, your eyes red from crying cheeks stained with tears. âWant me to get some of that cake you like so much and we can sit and eat it while watching horror moviesâ she said smiling âwhy horror movies?â You said smiling a bit âcause at least dumb men die in itâ she laughed making you laugh too. She was always such a good friend knowing exactly what to say and do to make you feel better.
After Minho calmed down a bit he sat back down on the couch. He turned the movie back on but quickly turned it off âdamnit, even when theyâre not here they ruin it.â He said throwing the remote back down to the table. He laid back on the couch looking up at the ceiling he felt a heaviness in his chest âno I wanted alone timeâ he said shaking his head âI wanted this..â his words trailed off. âBut whyâs it feel so bad.â He said with a deep sigh.
He looked at his phone wanting to text you but not daring too. He knew he was out of line but he didnât want to be the first to admit. Your words ringing in his head though âIâm done.â What did you mean? Were you ending the relationship? The thought of this made a lump in Minhos throat. Surly you werenât serious right? .. Right??
Almost a week had passed with radio silence on both ends. It wasnât like either of you didnât wanna message the other but neither of you wanted to do it first.
You had thought about things a lot, you decided about going home and just staying in the guest room. You knew Minho wasnât home at the moment and all though your friend had a great idea âjust move out while heâs not home, give him the ultimate alone time he wantsâ you couldnât afford that right now. And quite frankly why does he get to keep the place and you move?
You walked into your apartment thinking of what exactly to do. Your head spinning a bit from thoughts âwhat the fuck am I even gonna say?â You said to yourself âare we even together anymore?â You sighed loudly you stood there for a good minute or two before making your way to the bedroom. You scrounged up most of your things moving it into the guest room you felt yourself wanting to cry again âfuck youâ you said softly. You locked the door, put on some music and just curled up into a ball. You had fallen asleep quickly the feeling of being in your home making you sleep easier.
Minho had come home late walking through the door to see your shoes on the floor. His face looked confused before he heard music playing âdid she come home?â He said to himself making his way to what was your shared bedroom. He looked over it seeing you had taken stuff he felt his heart sink. He saw the small light coming from under the guest rooms door making the thoughts of you moving disappear. He walked to the door trying to open it realizing it was locked he was about to knock before stopping himself.
He signed a bit walking to the living room, he slumped into the couch all sorts of emotions whirling in his head. He slowly fell asleep only to be woken up by the sounds of you coming out of the room. You quietly tried sneaking to the door your belly rumbling. He quickly turned his head to meet your eyes locking. You both were still for a second before he let out a soft âleaving?â
You shook your head no â7/11â you said trying to keep it short. You made your way to the door putting your shoes on âI- I can make you something.â His voice barely a whisper at this point. âNo thank youâ you said before leaving out the door. This is how it stayed for about a week. Minho tried talking to you and you just giving him one word answers. He came home from work youâd slink back into your room. Heâd come into the kitchen, youâd leave just as quickly.
He started doing small things for you like leaving you breakfast in the morning, or buying your favorite drink to keep in the fridge. He usually did these things always being thoughtful in these sweet kind of actions. It made your heart hurt more. One of the days he made you your favorite lunch, he didnât do it often because it meant going about an hour away to the restaurant to pick it up but he did. He did in the morning before he had to be at work driving there and back before his already long day.
When you saw it in the morning you started to bawl like a baby. Minho had come back home after realizing he left his phone on the counter. You were curled up on the couch listening to some of his solo music crying into a pillow. He stood there not wanting to bother you but wanting nothing more than to hold you and make things right. He started making his way towards you before you heard him your head shot up eyes meeting his. Your body moved fast tackling him almost knocking you both down.
âMin Iâm sorry- Iâm so sorryâ you choked out tears streaming down your face ugly crying âIâm sorry for being clingy Iâm sorry for being a bother- Iâll change Iâll give you more space Iâm sorry I just canât- I canât do this anymore I miss you- everything hurts-â you said between sobs and wiping the snot that was running down. Minho couldnât help but cry at your words, he really had broken you. âNo- y/n please donât change, this all was because of me Iâm the asshole Iâm the one that should be apologizing.â He said his chest heaving.
âDonât change please Iâm sorry for calling you clingy please- I miss you, cling to me. Hold onto me for dear life please I need you..â he voice getting stuck in his throat. Youâve never seen him like this, he always kept his emotions under control but he couldnât hold it in anymore. âLife has no meaning if I canât spend it with you, if I canât have you by my side with that shining smile of yours. The smile that I havenât seen in how long. I ruined everything. I hurt you I ruined us things wonât ever be the same.â
His voice horse crying even harder than you now âyou should hate me, you should want me to jump off a bridge. I donât know- I donât understand why youâre apologizing.â He was rambling on. You felt your heart just braking again, he was so defeated and part of you wanted nothing more than to tell him this is exactly what he wanted. And youâd be right, but you just wanted him back, wanted things back to how they were.
You pulled Minho down to the couch both of you sobbing trying to calm yourselves. You both cried for almost a full half hour before you spoke âThings.. things will be different either way.. you.. we gotta build that trust back upâ you said softly clearing your throat. âLetâs start off slow ok?â You said lifting his head to make eye contact with you.
âWell start small and work on things hmm?â You said repeating yourself. He nodded âcan.. can you come back to our room?â He said whipping his nose âeventually, I will letâs start off with just trying to talk through some things ok?â You said kissing his cheek. âI love you Minho but what you said hurt and will still probably hurt in the future. But I really do love you and would rather work on things and hopefully fix it than just to through it away so easily.â You said pulling him into a hug.
âAnything, Iâll do anything to show you how sorry I am.â He said his words muffled by your shoulder. You nod sitting there in silence both of you trying to gather your thoughts and catch your breath.
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YOUR BAR BOYFRIEND
- after being harassed by a drunken stranger, your bar boyfriend swoops in to save the day (bob floyd x fem!reader, fluff, reader is intended to be on the quieter/more introverted side, but if youâre not like that you can ignore that one line â ïž verbal sexual harassment, drinking).
PART 2
word count: 1,206
a/n - tell a friend to tell a friend⊠SHEâS BAAACKKKK!!!! iâm so glad to be back to writing, yâall have no idea how much i missed it. iâll probably be a bit rusty until i find my rhythm, so please ignore the not-top-quality writing until then. also, feel free to send in requests or chat!!
âOh, no, Iâm sorry, I have a boyfriend.â You utter apologetically, side-stepping the arm of the man in front of you. He reeks of beer and a hard dayâs work, his scruffy face all too unkept in the lighting of the bar. You canât even fathom exactly why youâre in the bar in the first place- youâve never been one to explore, but this man is making you feel like you never want to leave your house again.
Your eyes scan the room, but no one seems to notice your predicament. The bar is full of Navy men, surely one of them would be fine with pretending to help you. âCâmon, sugar, one drink. Thasâ all ya have to do. If it goes well, hey, I wouldnât mind one fuck either.â He grins, winking. The hope that you held in your heart is quickly dissipating. âHe donât have to know.â You feel your stomach drop as he moves to grab your hand, but an firm grip shoves his fingers away instead.
âHoney, is this guy bothering you?â A voice behind you speaks. You quickly turn around.
âI⊠yeah.â You stutter. Youâre staring right into the face of a guy in a uniform, his jaw set as he glares at the drunk through his glasses.
He moves in front of you, creating a physical barrier between you and the significantly shorter man. Relief floods you. âThen I think heâd better leave before someone kicks him out, huh?â
The intoxicated man rolls his eyes, but frantically shuffles out the door of the bar. His gait was evidently terrified.
The tension is pulled from your shoulders, and you unintentionally sigh. The guy with glasses turns around to face you. His expression is softer now that the threat is gone, and his concern is almost cute.
âAre you alright?â He asks. âIâm sorry for the pet name thing, but I overheard you and I couldnât really just stand there and watch. Iâm Bob, by the way, Bob Floyd.â He reaches his hand out for you to shake, and as you do, his hesitates through his rambling.
You smile at him. âThank you, Bob, Iâm fine. And I donât mind.â His grip is firm but not crushing, just like his presence. You introduce yourself, and he nods like heâs desperate to commit the sound of your name to memory. The respectful tone is honestly a breath of fresh air with the raucous energy of the Hard Deck, causing your cheeks to be a few degrees warmer when you pull your hand away. Our of the corner of your eye, you can see him wipe his somewhat clammy hands on the sides of his pants.
âAlso, Iâm sorry for taking the place of your actual boyfriend. I assumed you just didnât know where he was, so I stepped in.â His eyes search for your own, holding steady eye contact. Theyâre the prettiest shade of blue youâve ever seen.
âThereâs nothing to apologize for. I donât actually have a boyfriend, but I thought a lie was the better choice. You saved me, and thatâs all that matters.â Your voice has a certain breathy quality to it. Youâve completely transitioned from terror to being deeply attracted to the person who spared you an even more intense confrontation. Bobâs eyes widen just slightly.
He takes his hands away from his sides and motions to one of the tables in the corner, his face just the slightest bit pinker. âWould you want to sit down?â
You nod, and he leads the way. As heâs pulling out your chair for you, you canât help but wonder how your night turned out this way. You went from having the worst night of your life to dizzily encountering the person you could only describe as being your bar boyfriend.
You just recently moved to this part of San Diego for a newfound job opportunity, completely unaware of your proximity to the Hard Deck and a Naval base. You didnât know anyone or anything, and as someone who isnât necessarily very outgoing, it was hard for you to adjust. Not even your coworkers were easy to make friends with, so you slowly became more and more isolated.
The bar was kind of your last resort. You didnât expect to find anything great, and you still donât know what compelled you to go, but some hidden part of you figured that at least you could get some form of entertainment. Finding Bob, though, you never expected.
Conversation feels easy with him. He seems like a quiet guy, but he knows exactly what to say to keep you talking, and he offers insights of his own that just further the subject youâre talking about. Words fly from your mouths, and you can say that youâve never enjoyed talking more. You bounce from common topics like work and hobbies to deeper breakdowns of memories and experiences, your smile growing wider every second. Youâre completely in a world that was built brick by brick for you and him.
Youâre so lost in the moment that you donât even notice the woman who rests her hand on the back of your chair until she speaks. âBob, you of all people? Never wouldâve expected you to abandon us for a pretty girl.â
Bob reddens as you turn to face her. âSorry, Nat.â
She holds a hand out to you, which you shake. âCall me Phoenix. Heâs my backseater, and apparently a lady killer tonight.â
Bob stands as Phoenix gives him a pointed look. âSorry to steal him away from you, but heâs taken way too long of a break from our pool game. Iâll give him back to you later.â
âYou say that like Iâm a robot.â He grumbles, showing just a hint of disappointment at having to leave your conversation.
You wave him away. âHave fun, Bob. Iâd better go anyways.â
âWait-â he starts as you stand up, â-could I give you my number first?â
You secretly cheer inside of your head. You nod, and he takes a pen out of his shirt pocket. âHere.â He mumbles, writing it on a spare napkin and handing it to you. His fingers brush over yours, sending electrifying sparks throughout your entire body. You could get used to this feeling, you think. His hand hovers for a split second before regretfully moving away. âItâs, uh, itâs up to you, but Iâd really like it if you called or texted. I had a nice time with you.â
You tuck the napkin into your bag, eyes soft. Bob thinks heâs never seen a sight so beautiful- the sun is setting behind you, and it casts you in a golden light as your mouth quirks up. âOf course I will. I had a nice time with you too.â
Your voice is quiet, but a sound that he relishes all the same. He couldâve gotten lost in you if Phoenix wasnât impatiently tapping her foot next to him.
She pulls him away, and though he knows heâs up for a lot of teasing, Bob canât find it in himself to care. He just knows that he needs to see you again, and you know that no matter what, youâll make it happen.
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