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Echoes Of Nebula - MYG
Summary: Some people say that soulmates are made of the same star, a part of each other, one and the same. Stars donât live forever, Yoongi found, but they do burn forever. Â
Genre: Exes to lovers, angst, fluff
Word Count: 5.5k
Warning(s): I don't think there's any, but let me know if I've missed! Any mistakes are my own, I proofread this one (1) time đ
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Notes: Eep, hello! Here's this lil thing I've been working on! Also, Yoongi and Mc didn't end on bad terms, their separation was somewhat mutual and they're all good :)). Feedback is always appreciated and encouraged! Enjoy!
âMake sure to eat, okay?âÂ
Snow swirls along the train tracks, following a gust as a train pulls into the station. Thereâs the bustle of people getting on and some getting off, bundled up warmly against the winter air. Some are going to see their families, some are taking a break from theirs. Some of them are stepping onto the train to never step foot in this town again. Some of them are just starting the first day of their adult lives.Â
Min Yoongi? Heâs moving to Seoul. Â
Your hands tuck the ends of his scarf securely into his sweater, staring at him like youâre trying to memorize his face. Your tears make tracks against your cheeks and dry quickly in the cold. Â
Min Yoongi is breaking up with his girlfriend. Â
âEat on time. And I donât mean ramyeon because youâre too lazy to cook.â You sniffle, and Yoongi wipes under your eyes with his thumbs. His glove has a hole in it. Not that it matters much right now, heâs trying to get you to stop crying. âSleep on time, not when the sunâs coming up.â Â
Min Yoongi is trying not to cry. Â
âOkay.â He holds you still because heâs trying to memorize your face. Heâs got pictures, even the silly ones that he took and promised to delete, but they wonât compare. âIâm sorry.âÂ
He mustâve apologised for the millionth time. He doesnât know what else to say. Â
You nod, smile â sadly, tears on your waterline â and, âI understand.â for the millionth time. Â
Heâs moving to Seoul, a long way away from Daegu. Â
A mixtape he made for shits and giggles took off and pulled him with it, and he has no choice but to follow. Your life is in this little town like a ship in a bottle and like a captain youâll go down with it. You canât follow. Â
You both talked about it for days, compromising, bargaining, but in the end, your lives are going separate ways. Â
Stars either explode or implode when they die, and Yoongi feel like the star youâre both made of has finally reached its end. Itâs imploding, folding in on itself and pulling everything with it. Â
He has five minutes left to take you in, how the tears shine in your eyes despite his efforts, the string of the necklace he won you at a fair peeking from behind your scarf. The way you smile and your eyes squint, the way he could feel the chill of your hands through his gloves. Â
He wants to stay right here in this moment and never leave if it meant he could take you in for five minutes till eternity. Â
âRemember to...â His throat feels raw, but itâs because of the cold and definitely not because heâs crying. The lump in his throat makes it hard to swallow. He looks somewhere above your head to give himself a second, things like these are always hard for him. âRemember to dress for the weather.â Â
He squeezes your hands, takes a breath that he almost chokes on, and looks back at you. âDonât skip meals. Get warm when you feel cold. Always carry an umbrella in July.â Â
Sometime later, Yoongi will wonder if the things he reminded you to do made much sense, if they mattered at all. Wonders if youâd actually remember. The umbrella one is really important; you always forget. Â
He sat where he could see you when his five minutes were up and eternity never came. Waving from behind a glass and missing the warmth of you and the sound of your voice. He watches you wipe your tears and smile big and you walk alongside the train when it pulls off and then you run, and then, Yoongi could no longer see you. Â
Min Yoongi broke up with his girlfriend and left her in the middle of winter chasing a train. Â
July is always rainy.Â
And every time it rains, Min Yoongi remembers the love he left in winter. He wonders if you remember to carry an umbrella. Itâs been five years; he wonders if you remember him at all.Â
He watches the rain splash into puddles and listens to the patter against his umbrella. Seoul bustles on, indifferent to the weather, its crowds meandering through the mid-summer downpour. Despite the seasonâs warmth, a stray breeze slips past his collar and reminds him of colder days. Heâs grateful his gloves no longer have holes.Â
He walks along the sidewalk, carried by the crowdâs flow without much thought. Â
Thereâs not much that he wishes for anymore, not much he can wish for when heâs got everything. He lives in a high rise, works at the top music production company. Sometimes itâs a bit hard being the most sought-after producer in Seoul. Life has been good; he canât complain. That mixtape opened doors he thought heâd be knocking on forever, and heâs worked hard to keep them open.Â
Min Yoongi doesnât need much of anything else.Â
But on days like this, when the wind is just a little chilly and the skyâs opened up and crying, he misses you.Â
Sometimes he looks back on that day and feel guilt. He knows it was just as hard for you as it was for him, the pain in your eyes that you smiled through.Â
For a while, heâd call you every night and update you, made sure that you were doing well. For a while, heâd keep up with you and made sure that youâre doing well. For a while, heâd call you every now and then, see if youâre doing well. Â
For a while, it had been a while and life, and then five years slinked on by. Â
Yoongi sighs, and thereâs guilt in it. He got busy, as one gets being a producer in Seoul with a shit ton of expectations. Heâs changed phones over the years, lost your contact, and he got busy.Â
Of course, heâs dated â mostly blind dates his friends set him up on â and heâs tried his best to push forward. Thereâs no point living in the past, heâs sure youâve moved on and on by now. Sometimes heâs fine, and sometimes heâs back on that train station platform, wishing heâd begged you to come with him.Â
It wouldâve been the selfish thing. It wouldnât have been fair to you had he done that. When he got to Seoul, heâd buried himself so deep into his work he barely found himself. He wouldâve dragged you out here, made you give up everything just to sit on the side-lines. Â
He misses you sometimes, anyways. Heâs forgotten the sound of your laugh, but he still remembers the way your nose scrunches when you do. Heâs forgotten the scent of your favourite perfume, but he remembers the way you lit up when he saved up and bought you a bottle forever ago.Â
Min Yoongi wonders if you remember him at all.Â
As Yoongi turns the corner, his umbrella catches a gust of wind and flips inside out. He fights with it for a moment before giving up, letting the rain soak his hair and the front of his jacket and jeans. He canât help but laugh at the irony, standing there drenched, remembering the countless times he reminded you to carry an umbrella.Â
In the distance, he spots a small cafĂ© and decides to seek shelter. The bell above the door jingles as he enters, and the warm, cozy atmosphere wraps around him like a comforting hug. He shakes off his umbrella â finally pulling it back down â and steps up to the counter, ordering a hot coffee to chase away the chill.Â
As he waits, his eyes wander around the cafĂ©, taking in the rustic dĂ©cor and the soft hum of conversation. A bulletin board on the wall catches his attention, filled with flyers and photos. His gaze lands on a familiar face, and his heart skips a beat.Â
Itâs you. Your photo, smiling brightly, pinned among various advertisements and announcements. Youâre standing next to a large canvas, looking proud. He steps closer, reading the caption beneath your picture: âLocal Artist Exhibition - Featuring Works by ________.âÂ
Yoongiâs mind races as he takes in the information. Youâre here in Seoul, and youâve been showcasing your art. A mix of emotions floods through himârelief, excitement, and a twinge of nervousness. He jots down the address of the gallery from the flyer without much thought and leaves without his coffee.Â
As Yoongi steps out into the rain, a million thoughts swirl through his mind, each one more turbulent than the last. He wonders why you never sought him out. Seoul is vast, but youâd known he was here, making waves in the music scene. Did you ever think about him? Did you ever miss him?Â
The realization hits him hard: he never knew you were doing art before he left. In all your conversations, all your late-night talks and shared dreams, you never mentioned a passion for painting. He feels a pang of guilt. Had he been so wrapped up in his own ambitions that he failed to notice yours? The thought stings, and he can't shake the feeling that he should have been there for your journey, supporting you the way you always supported him.Â
The gallery isnât far, and soon heâs standing in front of it, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes a deep breath and pushes the door open, the sound of soft music and hushed voices greeting him. Thereâs quite a bit of people mingling about in quiet discussion, taking photos of the art mounted on the walls under ambient lighting.Â
Inside the gallery, he feels out of place. The walls, adorned with your art, are a testament to a part of your life he knows nothing about. Each piece is beautiful, but they also serve as a painful reminder of how much heâs missed. He wonders how many late nights you spent creating these, how many times you might have needed someone to share your successes and frustrations with.Â
Yoongi wanders through the gallery, the sound of soft music and hushed voices creating a backdrop to his thoughts. The rain outside has left him feeling introspective, and as he takes in the various pieces of art, he feels a strange mix of pride and sadness seeing how far youâve come.Â
Each painting tells a story, each one a glimpse into your life over the past five years, a life he wasnât a part of.Â
His gaze is drawn to a large canvas on the far wall. The colours are bold and dramatic, the brushstrokes chaotic and full of emotion. As he steps closer, he realizes with a jolt that the scene depicted is achingly familiar: a train station, snow swirling in the air, and two figures standing close together, wrapped in scarves and winter coats.Â
His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the details. The style is unmistakably expressionist, the exaggerated forms and vibrant colours capturing the raw emotion of that day. The figures are abstract, but he knows them instantly: one is you, and the other is him.Â
He remembers the way you tucked his scarf into his sweater, the tears that made tracks down your cheeks, and the way you both tried to memorize each other in those final moments. The painting captures all of it, the pain and the love, the sorrow and the hope.Â
Yoongi feels a lump in his throat as he stares at the piece. Itâs a testament to your skill as an artist. He wonders how long you carried the weight of that moment, how many times you revisited it in your mind to create this masterpiece. Heâs overwhelmed by a wave of emotions: regret, longing, and a deep, unspoken connection.Â
The title of the painting, written on a small plaque beside it, reads âDeparture.â Itâs fitting, he thinks, for the moment it captures, but also for the way it marks the beginning of your separate journeys.Â
As he stands there, lost in thought, he hears your voice nearby, and for a moment, he simply stands there. Your words meld together and he isnât hearing much of what youâre saying, just the sound. His heart pounds against his ribs as your laugh â it sparks a memory and adds sound to the ones that were muted â bounces off the walls and around in his head. Â
He turns and sees you, in a corner, your back to him talking to a taller man, discussing a point of space where youâre standing. The sight of you, so vibrant and alive, sends a mixture of relief and nervousness fluttering around in Yoongiâs tummy.  Â
Gathering his courage, he takes a step forward, then another, until heâs standing just a few feet away. You turn and startle, staring at him like heâs a ghost. Thereâs a brief moment of surprise â he gets it â and then you blink.Â
âYoongi,â you breathe, and turning to the man next to you, you smile gently. âTaehyung...Can you give us a moment?â Â
The guy looks between you both for a second with a raised brow before heâs gone, walking off to some other part of the gallery. Yoongiâs mind is too occupied taking in the sight of you to wonder what that manâs presence may mean.Â
âHi,â he replies, his voice soft and filled with all the words heâs wanted to say for years. Despite this, he doesnât actually know what to say, he didnât actually think this far ahead. He glances back at the painting of the train station platform, then back at you. âI saw your painting.âÂ
You follow his gaze and nod, your smile tinged with a hint of sadness. âIt was a significant moment for me. For both of us, I think.âÂ
Itâs a lot awkward, with him just standing there, not sure what to do with himself. You look the same, though now your hair is styled professionally and not the frizzy, wind swept mess it was when he last saw you. Â
Thereâs so much he wants to say but he feel like he doesnât have enough words, or the right ones, so he takes it easy. âI saw a flyer...in a cafĂ©. Um... Itâs amazing...your work.â Â
âThank you,â you say, your eyes reflecting a mixture of pride, nostalgia and a certain sadness. âI didnât know youâd be here. Itâs... good to see you.âÂ
The conversation goes slowly, awkwardly. There are long pauses and nervous laughter, each of you trying to bridge the gap of five years with small talk about your art and his music.Â
âYouâve done well,â he says, gesturing to the paintings around you both. âI didnât even know you were into art.âÂ
You smile, the same just barely there sad smile from earlier. âIt was something I started after you left. It helped me cope.âÂ
âOh...â His heart aches at the thought of you turning to art just to fill the void he left behind. âIâm sorry I wasnât there,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper.Â
You shake your head and shrug. âWe both had our paths to follow. Itâs just... life.âÂ
He nods, but the guilt lingers. Life had taken you both in different directions, but he canât help but wonder what might have been different if he had stayed, or if he had at least tried to stay in touch better.Â
Min Yoongi is an idiot and heâs always told himself so. Heâs an idiot and he sucks at this sort of thing.Â
As the gallery starts to empty out, Yoongi looks at you, the rain pattering gently against the windows. Thereâs a part of him that wants to apologize, to make up for all the lost time, but he knows itâs not that simple.Â
âDo you have time for a coffee?â he asks, hope and uncertainty mingling in his eyes.Â
Your smile is a little hesitant, but you nod, âSure.âÂ
You excuse yourself to grab your jacket and an umbrella â you remembered, he smiles privately â, and then you talk to the man from earlier for a minute before Yoongi follows you out of the gallery and onto the wet street. Â
The walk is quiet, filled with the awkwardness of five yearsâ worth of missed everythingâs, and Yoongi holds tight to the handle of his umbrella. Thereâs a confidence to your step as you weave your way through the crowd, head straight forward and not looking down at your feet like he remembers.Â
Youâre not the girl he left on that platform five years ago just as heâs not the guy that left you there. Â
You walk back to the cafe heâd come from, and he realises that youâre probably a regular here. The barista behind the counter greets you with a smile and asks if youâre having your usual. You order a coffee and Yoongi asks the girl behind the counter to reheat the one he bought earlier, and the baristaâs eyes dart between you both.Â
You lead him to a cozy corner table after the order was called, and as you settle in, the conversation starts up slowly again.Â
âHow long have you been in Seoul?â Yoongi asks first, his voice a little hesitant, not sure if heâs allowed to ask. Â
âAlmost three years now,â you reply, looking down at your coffee cup, the tiniest furrow between your brows. âIt took a while, but I got settled.âÂ
Yoongi takes a moment to observe you, trying to reconcile the person in front of him with the memories heâs held onto for the past five years. You donât look much different, your hairâs in an up-do, your cheeks are a little fuller, but thatâs as much as he notices. Â
The silence that rings between you both is louder than the other customers in the cafe. Yoongi can only imagine what this scene looks like to others; two people who are barely looking at each other, like awkward strangers forced to share a space. Â
His coffee is still hot, and it burns his tongue when he sips at it, but at least itâs given him a distraction. He steals glances at you, watching the way your eyes comb the cafe and avoid his gaze. Â
Unfortunately, Yoongi is naught but a man, and thereâs a nagging sound at the back of his brain. It grows louder until he fidgets, the nerves of his free hand feel like theyâre dancing and he takes a breath. He looks down at his coffee cup, glances at you and then back to the cup. Then, he asks a question that made him want to crawl out of his skin. Â
âSo...that guy back at your gallery seemed nice...â Â
He knows itâs been five years, and a lot can change in that time. As toxic as it may sound, the thought of you moving on with someone else stirs a mix of emotions in him.Â
He knows he has no right to be upset if youâve found happiness with someone else. Itâs not his business anymore, not after all this time.  Â
Still, the fear is there. He doesnât want to admit how much it hurts to think of you with someone else. He canât deny the pang of jealousy at the thought, but he tries his best to ignore it. He has no claim over you. You deserve to be happy, and if youâve found that with someone, then heâs happy. Â
He sighs inwardly, pushing the thoughts aside. He wants to focus on the present, on the fact that youâre sitting in front of him right now. Whatever happens, heâs happy to be here, he hopes he can be a part of your life again of you let him, even if itâs only as a friend. He doesnât want to ruin this, whatever it turns out to be.Â
You stare at him for a moment and Yoongi canât tell what youâre thinking, âHe is...heâs got an eye for art.â Â
Yoongi nods slowly, his fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup. He hums softly, and now itâs his turn to pretend youâre not looking; he finds interest in the light fixtures above.  Â
His next question sits on his tongue trying to pry past his teeth. He feels like a kid trying to find the right moment to ask his parents if he could go play outside. Thereâs a nervous churning in his tummy that isnât at all pleasant. How does one ask their ex of five years if theyâre seeing someone? Â
Yoongi imagines theyâd just ask, out of curiosity, and get it out of the way. He could play it well. Maybe lean back into his seat and appear more casual before he says the stupid words. Maybe he could stop staring at the lights like a damn moth, and act like a being with a fully developed frontal lobe. Â
âAre you two...close? Or...you know...â He waves a hand and then lays it on the table. The sound of his ring knocking against it is kind of jarring, but it gives Yoongi an opportunity to look away again.Â
You make a quiet sound, and Yoongi finally meets your gaze. Thereâs amusement in your eyes, itâs obvious youâve figured him out already â he wasnât exactly being subtle. Which is unfortunate, because now Yoongi could feel embarrassment tapping on his shoulder.Â
You say nothing of it, even though he knows you want to. He could feel it. Â
âAs close as business partners can be, I suppose.â You say, and Yoongi can see the beginning of a smile as you lift your coffee to hide it. Â
âRight...Sorry.â Yoongi says sheepishly, though, a weight lifts off his chest. As he looks at you, he notices something that makes his heart skip a beat. Â
Youâre still wearing the necklace he got you all those years ago, the one he won for you at the fair. The twine that the little pendant hangs on looks worn, fraying a bit at some points, but youâre wearing it. Â
You kept it.Â
He clears his throat, the words heâs been holding back spilling out. âIâm sorry I lost touch. I got so busy, and then it felt like too much time had passed to reconnect. I lost your contact, and⊠I didnât know how to find you again.âÂ
You nod, your fingers brushing over the necklace like you sensed his gaze on it. âItâs okay. Life happened, for both of us.âÂ
âBut why didnât you seek me out when you got to Seoul?â Yoongi asks, his voice soft, devoid of accusation; genuinely curious.Â
âI thought it would be for the best,â you say, equally as soft, staring into your coffee as though it would give you the words youâre looking for. âSo much time had passed, and I didnât want to disrupt your life. You were doing well.â Â
You look so sad when you say it that it almost breaks Yoongiâs heart. Â
âYou know I wouldnât have...â He wouldnât have turned you away. Â
âI know, I just...â You sigh, your eyes dart somewhere to his left, and then back at him, â...I really missed you.â Â
Yoongi wants to reach out and take your hand so he does. Your fingers are warm from the coffee, squeezing his own, and tears beads at your waterline. Â
âI missed you too.â His gaze is soft and he knows it, but he doesnât care because its you. Youâre still you and heâs still him, and he misses you and the girl he left on that platform. Â
Youâre both still made of the same star. Itâs imploded but still glowing, and your necklace pendant catches the above head light. Â
His finger brushes over your knuckles, he stares at them, the shape and colour and all the little things about them that makes them a part of you. All that with his heart in his throat because he wants to ask something. Â
âDo you thinkâŠâ His voice is barely a whisper, as if heâs afraid the wrong volume might shatter whatever delicate thread holds this moment together. âDo you think thereâs a chance⊠that we could try again?âÂ
You stare at him, your eyes wide, and he feels the subtle pressure of your fingers in his. He knows itâs a lot to ask, but the longing, the sense that maybe something beautiful can still be salvaged from the pieces, presses him to keep going.Â
Hope catches on the glint of your necklace pendant, and he clings to it.Â
âI donât expect anything to happen right away. I just⊠I want to be in your life again, even if we start slow. No pressure, just⊠what feels right.âÂ
Youâre quiet for a moment, and then a soft smile curves your lips, almost as if youâve been waiting for him to say something like this. Â
âWe could try,â you murmur, the words tentative but filled with the same cautious hope Yoongi feels.Â
And from there, the pace is unhurried. You both ease into each otherâs lives like rivers that find their way back to the same stream. Â
Some days Yoongi feels like heâs been whacked on the head with a giant stick. Anyone could tell by looking at him, when heâs got that stupid look on his face. Like heâs seen a goddess and she spared him a glance. He feels like heâs dreaming, and the last five years without you seem to blur. Â
He starts small, a text here and there; good morning and good night. Even if heâs busy heâd keep up with you, except when his work demands his focus. There are some days when youâd disappear, and Yoongi understands when you explain youâve been in your studio for hours. Â
Your gallery isnât far from his work, and as much as he could heâd go see you. He finds himself drawn to small gesturesâbringing you lunch or a cup of coffee, or sometimes a sweet he thinks you might like. Each time he steps into the gallery with something for you, he feels a warmth settle in his chest.Â
Itâs an excuse, he knows, to see you smile, to watch you light up at the thoughtfulness of it. And each time you look at him with that gentle, appreciative gaze, he feels his hope grow a little stronger.Â
Youâd tell him all about your creative process, how youâd spin and weave whatâs in your head onto a canvas. Heâd listen attentively because heâs interested and he owes it to you. All those nights spent burning the midnight oil, steeping in his frustrations; you were there. Youâd listen to him rant and cry when things werenât working out the way he wanted.Â
He owed you much more than that. Â
He feels like he has to learn you all over again, which, in a sense, he does. Even if the bases of you are the same, thereâs new facets. Little shards that fit into the mirror that reflects you, some pieces are a little dusty and worn with time and others are new and shiny. Yoongi has to take his time cleaning the old ones to see them again, and get used to the new ones that twinkle his eyes. Â
He invites you to his place for dinner, something simple and easy, and the conversation flows a lot better than it had a month before. Â
Thereâs no awkward sentences that cut off somewhere in the middle. Yoongi knows what to do with his hands and he has a better time looking you in the eye now. He feels a lot like he did back then, like a school boy taking his crush to meet his parents. His hands are a little sweaty, but the food is good and your eyes sparkle like they did back then, too. Â
You seem so sure, like youâre not worried one bit. Like you knew youâd meet him again and youâd be here in this moment; sipping on white wine â something new heâs learned â and chucking over stories set in the past. Â
The day he let a pet name slip was the day Yoongi wished a chasm would open up and swallow him. He had his excuse ready; the clockâs pushing one in the morning; heâs tired. The truth? Itâs so easy to slip back into old ways, like nothing changed at all. Â
Like a smouldering fire in a hearth. Itâs not quite out yet, and if you throw some sticks in there, theyâll catch. Â
After a while, on some sunny evening, Yoongi invited you to his studio.Â
âThis is where I spend most of my time.â And he means that, letting you into his studio. Thereâs a blanket tossed haphazardly on the black couch that lines the wall near the door. Â
Thereâs day old take away coffee cups that never made it to the bin, cluttered in a designated spot. The bin he meant to empty is overflowing with scraps of paper and crushed takeout containers. Thatâs as far as the clutter goes. Though, Yoongiâs embarrassed now â he prides himself on keeping tidy. He wasnât thinking when he asked you over, didnât expect you to agree either. Â
So now heâs clearing up his desk and tying a knot on the waste bag. You make yourself comfortable on his couch like youâve been there before, throwing the blanket over your lap as your eyes dart about to take everything in. Â
Youâre impressed, he could tell by the gleam in your eyes and your little down turned smile. Heâs come a long way from his old computer and MIDI. Â
âIts nice, cosy. Beats camping out in your bedroom.â You smile and Yoongi chuckles, nodding. Â
âDamn right.â He agrees, but he wouldnât trade in those days for anything. Truthfully, heâs been here for three days, only going home to shower. Inspiration on an all time high and heâs just been riding the wave, youâve been his muse for the past month. It isnât the first time, at moments over the years gone youâd float into his mind like a mirage, and heâd get stuck on you. Â
Heâs grateful for the break, though, thereâs nothing much to do and he doesnât want to bore you with rambling about what heâs working on. So he orders something, and lets a movie play on his laptop. Â
The clock ticks softly in the corner, its sound nearly drowned out by the hum of the desk lamp â he should really get that replaced. Youâre still curled up on his couch despite the hour, the blanket pooled around your legs, your eyes scanning a painting on the wall he doesnât remember hanging.Â
âItâs peaceful here,â you say, your voice quiet but steady, like youâre speaking directly to the heart of the roomâand to him.Â
Yoongi glances up from the cluttered desk heâd been half-heartedly straightening; resorting his things because he canât sit still. He watches the way you seem to belong in his space, your presence settling into the corners he never realized were empty. The faintest smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.Â
âYou think so?â he asks, moving to lean against the edge of the desk. He crosses his arms, the soft light from the lamp catching on the fine lines of his face. âI always thought it was too chaotic.âÂ
You turn your head, your gaze locking onto his. âChaos can be beautiful. It just takes the right eyes to see it.âÂ
The words settle between you, their weight both gentle and profound. Yoongi feels something inside him shiftâa small piece of armour finally cracking and falling away.Â
He takes a step toward you, his hands slipping into his pockets, his expression tentative. âThereâs something Iâve been meaning to ask you.âÂ
You sit up a little straighter, tilting your head. âWhat is it?âÂ
âWould youâŠâ He hesitates, his fingers brushing against the edge of a USB drive in his pocketâthe same drive that holds the tracks heâs been working on for weeks. âWould you let me write something for you? About you?âÂ
Your surprise shows in the slight widening of your eyes, followed quickly by a soft, warm smile. âYou already do that, donât you?âÂ
Yoongi chuckles under his breath, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment. âMaybe,â he admits, with a small smile that meant more than he could say. âBut this time, I want you to know itâs for you. No hiding it in metaphors or beats no one else understands. JustâŠyou.âÂ
You rise from the couch, the blanket slipping to the side as you close the small distance between you. Standing so close, Yoongi count all the things that make you you. Â
âOkay,â you say softly, your fingers brushing against his. âBut only if you let me paint something for you, too.âÂ
Yoongi takes your hand because he wants to, and his fingers make home in the spaces between yours. It feels like dĂ©jĂ vu and an epiphany all at once: five years ago you were this close and he was saying goodbye. His gloves had holes. Today...heâs saying hello again, and it feels like no time had gone by. And he kisses you now because he didnât kiss you then, and you sigh into it like youâve been waiting a lifetime. Â
Some people say that soulmates are made of the same star, apart of each other, one in the same. Stars donât live forever, Yoongi found, but they do burn forever. Â
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you guys ever sit there and think "wow. im writing fanfics of real men." like does that ever just. swim through your mind and you kinda think "hey maybe what im doing is fucked up and weird"
#we back on the fanfic dilemma again#i definitely lived through this like five times now#this is gonna be the thing i get shamed for down the line#and like now that ao3 is getting so much attention bc of the well#the watergate thing#its like fucked up lowkey#bc this is what gives fanfics horrible reps#the people who write the extra weird shit#but then you gotta like#sit back and think#is what im writing fucked up?#bc it involves irl people#rpf is weird. from a general objective perspective#i donât even have any way to defend myself at this point#canât say i got their consent bc well...i didnt#bc kpop idols acknowledging fanfic happens almost never#oh my bad its called oceangate#but you get what i mean#well now i feel like shit#maybe i wonât update today
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ch.3: again &. again (platonic! yandere batfam x neglected! gn reader)
directory: preq, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four
read until the end for an author's note.
tw: allusions to sexual assault, prostitution, and alcohol abuse.
"hey baby bird!!! <333 long time no see! how are you?!"
please stop.
"i know that we haven't been talking for quite a long timeâ"
no, you have never once had a solid conversation with him.
and you wish it stays that way between the two of you.
"âso let's catch up over coffee, yeah? i'll be staying at the manor for a week!"
you don't want to, you don't want to see his face at all, his dismissive eyes. don't want to hear his voice, how it only sings praises for everyone but you.
"(name)??? it says you have seen the messages :( are you asleep? you shouldn't sleep with your phone on, baby bird, that's dangerous!"
he doesn't have the right to scold you, he's not your older brother anymore. and you're not asleep, fuck, you regret not dozing off this afternoon. hell, you're more than awake and aware of the messages he's sending you, eyes scanning over the train of spam that clutters what was once an empty one-sided conversation.
"baby bird? c'mon, i miss you!!!"
lies, lies, lies. all he ever says are lies and you wouldn't fall for it, not anymore.
yet you're simply frozen in shock, seated up in bed as you simply watch dick's messages stack upon each other.
you watch, and wait. it's like you have lost autonomy over your body's actions.
five minutes pass.
your phone rings.
it was the only sound that fills the room other than the wringing in your ears.
it continues ringing, reverberating throughout the room, but all you do is stare, stare until the it ends, for everything to end and for all of this to be a sick hallucination your brain played on you.
there's nothing else you could focus on, your heartbeats spike the longer the call sound continues. you didn't even have the strength to decline the call, let alone move as you fear you might end up pressing the accept button.
so you wait, you wait until it stops.
and once it does cease, your sweaty thumb immediately pressed the block button on dick's profile, even going as far to delete all the past chats you had sent him. then, without moments hesitation, hastily scrolled all the way to the bottom of the list, where their other contacts lay barren of messages.
you have only used enough effort to message dick. that's what probably triggered his sudden intent on spending time with you, no? or was this all for his sick pleasure?
fortunately, all your other contacts with your past family are empty.
it will remain empty.
so you immediately blocked them, all of them. the thumps in your heart are erratic, so much so that you had to remind yourself to breath. through your nose, and out your mouth.
that's it, right? he'll get the message, definitely. that you don't want him to talk to you, to get rid of the false pretenses between the two of you, you don't want to "catch up" over coffee, or over anything.
it's all over, you tell yourself.
'calm down, relax...' you're in the safety of your own apartment, you should feel safe right now, he wouldn't bother you anymore.
not anymore would you be led to believe that they care for you.
â so why is it that you can feel that familiar rise of bile? taste it, even? why is it that your body is shaking so uncontrollably?
what the fuck.
seriously, just what the absolute fuck is wrong with you?
you never take yourself as an overdramatic person, especially not now, at the age of eighteen where you had finally learned to live for yourself, to never yearn what you knew was unattainable. your past tantrums were no more, no more you say but you wish so badly to carve a knife into your very heart.
why is it that nowâ now that you were out of your comfort zone, out of their empty presences and their overwhelming absences; why is it now that he just suddenly decided to appear? why is it just now that you feel your skin scorching uncomfortably at just a single message.
shit, your heart hurts so much. you want to take the beating organ out of your chest, just to make the pain stop.
your momma always told you, she said it herself that you are a brave child, her pride and joy despite the hellish living conditions you both were subjected to.
why is it so hard to believe her now?
just, why are you so weak?
when your mother hid you inside that closet - one too small for even a malnourished child like you to fit - telling you to hush for her, and that it's just a game of hide and seek with the 'bad guys', to not make a single sound at all or even come out if you hear screamingâ you did what you were told, obediently, covering your mouth, trying your hardest to ignore your sore joints and heavy breathing.
"woah, mommy! is this really me?! you always make me look so nice." a young voice squeals, the sound echoing throughout the hollow room.
"yes, it's you, baby. you who are so strong, unlike me. momma will always love you." scarred hand, littered with gashes and soiled bandages run brush through your messy hair as your small form sat on the dirty bathroom sink. your eyes are drifted towards a mirror, checking out the new shirt your mother had bought for you.
"i love you too..."
you never cried that loud when light suddenly hits the cramped interiors of the closet, when you were caught and shoved outside of your hiding space by strange men, your mother nowhere to be found. when you felt the same men ripping your clothes apart, knives branding your skin like a searing hot pan; you never fought back because that's what your mother taught you. even when they pinned you down and injected you with a strange substance, head suddenly numbing and vision darkening; you still woke up alive, no?
... you woke up alive and conscious in a police station, where you had questiomed to the kind officer about your mother's disappearance, where she had bared the news that you would be taken in to a new family; a new home where your father resides in. one way cleaner, way safer she says.
yet for the next 15 years you were neglectef of the love your mother had given you. you were only raised by a butler too busy to fully focus on you. you had compared yourself to your siblings, siblings who had achieved so much in so little time.
and you?
you are only a wayne by name, but a (last name) by heart.
but you are brave, you are strongâ you came from the lowest of the low, yet you pushed through and through to be a better person, and look where you are now...!
... just look at yourself now.
your phone lays untouched on the bed sheets. it tempts you, mocks your panicked state, and you want to rip that rectangular piece of metal apart. yet all you do is stare at it, sitting upright as one hands supports your weight. your fingers clench the mattress, it does nothing as your vision darkens from your lack of breathing.
breathing.
oh, breath in, breath out. do what alfred has taught you years ago, the- the one he uses whenever you would run alone in the desolate halls of the manor to alfred's room, just because you were anxious of the monsters in the corner of your eyes, where he would help you return to your senses and play you a lullaby from an old music box right after. the one he uses after you two would watch horror movies and you were too scared of any sounds that engulf your surroundings.
your throat tightens, and you want to vomit out the contents of what you have eatenâ but you have to try.
five things you can see.
your eyes, although frozen wide and stinging with tears, darts around the room. everything is darker now, it's cold and you feel so small. your apartment was small. unlike the place you had lived before, it lacks of furniture, of life, of personality. the only things in your tiny apartment were basic necessities, but even food was scarce for someone like you who had juggle working multiple jobs and college just to pay for rent.
you can see your phone, the candy wrappers you had forgotten to throw, the overflowing trash bin, an empty bottle of prescription pills, alfred's gifts on the shelves counts, right? you laugh sarcastically at yourself; even a trashcan has more contents in your shitty apartment.
fuck, your chest throbs, you remind yourself to breath a little deeper.
four things you can feel.
the mattress is too hot for you, sweat already running down your forehead as if you had ran a marathon. you can feel the tears well up your eyes, overflowing with bitterness that you thought you had already buried deep down, and your hands gripping the sheets so uncomfortably tight. the weather is too cold, winter's nearing but the blood pumping through your veins scorches your very being.
that's four, three more to go and you hope this would all be over. you hope that this would all be a dream, a hallucination, anything.
three things you can hear.
does your choked sounds count? or does it need to be anything else? fuck, why doesn't it work as well as when alfred helps you through? you told yourself that you could take on anything in life, but is it all just a lieâ?
focus. focus on your surroundings. you can hear your sniffling, heavy intakes of air, and a repeat of the phone ringing with dick's name as the contact.
shit, shit, shit. don't remind yourself of that. move on, just get onto the next thing.
two things you can smell or... taste? you don't remember, why can't you remember? your thoughts keep running back in circles to the messages, that stupid '<3', the way his desperation could be felt through the phone.
it reminds you of yourself.
before you knew it, your fist brought itself to punch your chest.
thump, beat, thump.
every time your heart beats too loudly, you strike your chest as hard as you can, uncaring for the pain it inflicts you, uncaring for the way you beat the air out of yourself. as long as it distracts you from the bile rising up your throat and the unsated nausea from sitting in the same positionâ it'll be fine if you hurt yourself. you've already done so a million times, no?
... yet nothing works.
why doesn't anything work out in your favor?
please don't do this to me.
your fists eventually stops. everything hurts even worse.
just earlier ago, you were praising yourself for all the progress you had made. how you weren't in need of validation anymore. you try so desperately to erase any inch of evidence that you were a wayne.
it all crashes down, again and again, and again and again.
moments ago, you were laying on your bed, scrolling through social media, making plans to hangout with your small group of friends in college, trying to cling on to the good parts of your pastâ ignoring the empty chats of what was once family.
but even without them, even if they haven't knew that you pushed them away from your lifeâ they're always seeping their way at the back of your mind.
you truly can not erase your past. no matter how much you shake your head to rid of the thoughts, no matter how much you try to erase any documentations, any
even talking to alfred reminds you of your stupid past. a past that eats you up every time you wake up from the nightmares, wishing that there would be someone, anyone, who would hold your body tight and tell you it's alright. your mother, your father, your brothers and your sistersâ they just were never there for you for so many years. and you hate to admit it but; you still cling to the wish that one of them would...
would hug you and kiss all your wounds away. drive away the countless of dreams filled with terror and torture.
you're independent now, but at what cost? what good does it do when you still try your damn hardest to live? when you know it in your soul that you still desire for a semblence of familial love.
and now that you've pushed alfred away, you're truly alone.
alone and stuck in a loop of trying to run away from your past and failing miserably.
and all you can ever do is, well...
you cry.
the tears bursts out of your eyes like a broken faucet.
you cry because that's the only thing you know how to do. you let the waters loose, hands quickly tangling itself on your hair, ripping fragile strands apart. you cry because you've been living a such a life full of lies, of broken promises, a life where you have to constantly walk on eggshells. you cry because you want to turn back and throw away all your progress just to feel the embrace of a family who had never once held you in their arms. you let yourself heave, let your voice wail out to its deepest frustration, uncaring for the thin walls, or the sleeping neighbors next door, or the rumbling of your empty stomach.
you cry, for what seems like hours, unending like the memories of solitary isolation, like the wanting of a love that you could never quite catch. you let your eyes become all puffy and red; red like the gashes you have scratched upon your skin, like the crimson, beaded blood from your bitten lips.
you don't find any strength in yourself to stifle your sobs anymore.
not when you're so, so lonely in this world.
and when your voice dies down, when your hoarse shrieking becomes no more; you simply force yourself to stand, despite the spinning of your vision, the stumble in your steps and the lack of air in your lungs; you run to your bathroom, slamming the door shut, letting adrenaline take its course into your already tired body.
your knees, they buckle after its few wobbly steps. it's sore and lacks the circulation to be properly controlled, but you ignore it in favor of expelling the acidic bile that finally rushes itself up your tongue.
at least you find just one thing to be grateful forâ that your knees slipped on the wet tiles and land coincidentally towards the toilet's rim, a loud thud vibrating through the room.
alfred says the best way to cope is to never jar your emotions.
it's painful, everything is so painful that you want to scream; you need to let it all out.
you don't care if your knees were to bruise because you couldn't help it anymore, spilling out the contents of your breakfast onto the toilet bowl. your throat constricts into itself, and all you could do is gag and force every bit of food out of your mouth.
and it tastes so bitter that you cry even more. there were some bits and chunks stuck on the sides of your tongue, you can taste the acid on the back of your throat. you feel the urge to vomit even more but there's no more to expel. all you can do is dry heave, shaking hands finding its way to cover your mouth from gagging anymore.
it's so pungent, so fucking disgustingâ but all you do is force yourself to stand once more, to look away from the mess you had created and flush it away.
the tears just wouldn't stop, the throbbing in your heart could never be expelled just as easily as the contents of your stomach.
yet you chose this life, there's no more alfred to assist you on your own personal struggles. there's no more rubs on the pack, pats on the head or a warm meal that greets you every time you drown in your own emotions. it's only you who can solve your own problems. you can't depend on anyone but yourself...
if only life was as easy as it is to flush away unwanted contents from your stomach.
if only you weren't in gotham... if only dick wasn't in...
gotham.
he's in gotham right now.
shit.
shit, shit, shit.
dick is in gotham, and you know he just doesn't give up.
he can track you down, he'll find you, he might hurt you because you blocked himâ you know of his temper, of his unadulterated anger; you're scared of that. just what have you done wrong? did you take something that was his? no, no, never.
you've never been in his room before. he knows yours because he had visited once, but you don't know his. you don't even know which hallway leads to it.
oh, fuck.
you stumble towards the bathroom sink, hastily twisting the faucet's valve. cold water immediately rushes down, you cup your two hands together to collect the running water.
you need to get to you bearings, prepare for the absolute worst because you know, you know the power he holds in his arms.
with the amount of times he had spammed you, called you evenâ there's something he wants from you, and you don't want to entertain whatever he has on his mind.
you splash your face - splotched with tears, snot and drool - clean multiple times, rub your swollen, red eyes, and wipe the bits of vomit on the sides of your mouth. you can still taste the vomit. god, it's disgusting.
so you hastily grabbed your toothbrush, pushing an insanely large amount of toothpaste on the bristles. you scrub your teeth aggressively, feeling the urge to rid of the pungent taste of stomach acid. then you gargle mouthwash, twice, and spit it all out.
your movements are too quick for your own self to catch up, but you have to do this. your brain tells you to follow through whatever it has to do.
follow through instincts, get him out of your mind.
distract yourself from dick and the cryptic messages he had sent, that you had thoroughly deleted but...
it dawns upon you that albeit all your failed attempts at bonding with himâ you know nothing about dick beyond the circus incident that had killed his parents and his identity as gotham and bludhaven's vigilante, nightwing.
you know nothing about him...
and you fucking blocked him before you could ask for an explanation.
what does that message mean? what does he want to talk about all of a sudden? a person doesn't just fucking waltz in someone's life after 15 years of absence and exclaims himself as close as your friend, no?
it had been so long since you had last heard him call you baby bird, let alone even read your messages, so why spam you now?
your knuckles grip at the bathroom sink's tiles, it was the only thing that provides you balance, legs too wobbly to support the dizziness. you feel a huge lump on your throat again, but you can't just erase all the efforts you had done to get yourself together.
â but at the same time, it's too hard to ignore the panic that resurfaces on your very mind.
so what do you need exactly?
distraction, something to get your mind off of the current situation? before you run away from gothamâ
you need a distraction, anything. even if it's stupid, you'll regret it later, just not now.
cigarettes? no, you don't smoke. alfred will kill you if he finds out and you can never lie to him.
drugs? you'll be shot in the head by nasty criminals scamming naive citizens for half the price before you could even purchase them.
... then what?
you look at yourself in the mirror, puffy eyes glazing with emotions you yourself couldn't comprehend.
'despite everything, it's still you, no?'
if you could describe yourself right now, you would call yourself a mess, a big loser who had let their emotions run free for too long, let themself go way too quickly, gave up too quickly, and believed too naively. you had lost so much yet gained so little. a wayne so stubborn that it was the only thing you could ever relate to your father who had estranged you without knowing it.
there was more negatives than positives, you're aware of it.
but if there's one trait that anyone could generalize off of you, it would be that you're always desperate for something.
anything.
and just one time, you tell yourself. one time and that's it, nothing more, nothing less.
once you done relaxing, you're packing your bags and making a run for it. you'll even cut alfred off of your life once and for all. no matter how much it pains you to do so, it's necessary so you could make a new identity from scratch.
it'll hurt you so deeply.
but that's why you're going to do what you wish you had done back when you were still so youngâ
you need a drink right now.
the wayne manor, in all its glory, is truly just an empty palace that houses buried memories.
with walls that cover the cries of one lonely child; a child who yearns for the unreciprocated love of their family. it was a cage for a child who stalks the frigid halls without any company, who sleeps in a room too small for their age, who cries for anybody to notice the pain that they had hidden with rose colored tints for so long, who yearns for a warmth that could never be provided in the spaces of harsh, black wallpaper and harsh winters.
it will always be innately lonely, and cold.
yet it's even more sullen now, an atmosphere so empty nobody could pinpoint.
no more was the voice that sings of the butler's splendid cooking. no more was the etching of ballpens on smooth paper on an intricately designed diary that stores all the rants of one's daily life. no more were the strokes on colorful canvases that paint dreams of a different life. no more was the humming of multiple tunes every morning. no more was the presence of the ghost who water the plants every afternoon. no more were the footsteps that thud in the kitchen and the hands that opens the fridge.
and most importantlyâ
no more were the hushed cries of the kid who resides in the smallest room of the wayne manor.
a house could be described as a building where a unit, moreover a family, lives in; but a home is what represents comfort, a place of belonging and safety.
it was a place encased with deep, historical roots.
but right now, encased in a field of damp grass - wet from heavy rain - and the overwhelming scent of petrichorâ the manor is simply a house.
for it could never be complete without the presence of the very lonely child who cries for a love never to be attained.
the wayne manor, in all its worth, would never be the same without (name) wayne, a child who had always belonged, but at the same time, always wronged.
bruce wayne never considered himself the greatest father.
he could be gotham's best detective, the most feared vigilante, or the heavily beloved billionaire who donates millions on hospitals, hosts charity events, and so much more.
he could spend his entire life saving countless of other lives that do not deserve the turmoil of living on edge constantly, attend meetings, plan out his every moves, sit on cushioned seats as he broods over where the all the next criminal hideouts; he could do everything and he'll be damned great at it.
âbut he will never be the greatest at being a father.
he had long accepted that fact, embraced it even, facing countless of criticism from both alfred and media alike, but it would never be an excuse to neglect or mistreat any one of his children, just like how it would never be right to just ignore a kid's cry for comfort in the barren halls of a manor.
bruce was never outright cruel towards anyone, every action of his baring significance to his moral code.
which was why bruce feels a pit of neverending regret now.
in all the years that he had spent trying to raise his children, children who, in a way, are trouble. who all differ from each other from ideals, to pasts, to habits, to preferencesâ he wouldn't lie and say that he never had difficulty helping each and every one of them grow to be who they are now.
living through his decisions are never easy, especially if the outcomes were unpredictable; raising a child, let alone children, could go so many ways.
the lives that he had to juggle, alongside his identity as bruce wayne and as batman, they were all an endeavor that he had chose to balance. he had come so far and stumbled so often. but at least by the end of it, he would be proud to say that he truly will never regret having them by his side when he was at the lowest points of his life.
he had his flaws and his mistakes, he had done irreversible actions that he wishes he could reverse, and most importantly, he had failed each and every one of his children indubitably.
but he really tried.
he tried his best to be there for every single one of them. he was there for dick when he had witnessed the death of his mom and dad, adopting the boy who was overflowing with rage towards the killer of his parents and utilizing his gymnastic skills for good. he was there to pick jason up when he had stolen the batmobile's tires, helping the child unlearn the past abuse he had fallen victim to (and although he had died, then resurrected, and turned cold-blooded towards criminals, murdering without hesitationâ he still cares for jason deeply). he was there when tim had lost his parents. there for damian who had only been raised as an assassin since he was born. for cass, for duke, for everyone.
he really tried to be active in their lives, supporting them through their blood, sweat, and tears.
... but he had never tried to be there for you.
his forgotten third child, the biological firstborn, child of a well-known prostitute, (name) (last name), whose identity has long been erased off of the face of the internet; the scandal of a century that took the shared efforts of him and barbara to decimate whatever information the late (or missing?) (last name) has in the underground.
(name), his child he has never once bat an eye on, too preoccupied with tim, aversing his attention away from you to train the other kid; ultimately ignoring the immense trauma you must have dealt with from being raised by a mother targeted by most criminal organizations from extorting their cash. it was sickening for him to think of just how cruel were the conditions the two of you were forced to live through.
it was sickening for bruce to imagine the even lonelier years you had to suffer through after your mother's disappearanceâ years where your father's presence was elsewhere, years that a child has to suffer through alone without any figure to look up to.
it was your name that he had hesitated to even say, in fear of butchering the pronunciation and earning more of alfred's judgemental looks.
(name) wayne.
not even a face can be associated with you, not your voice, your hobbies, nothing.
he couldn't recall a memory where he had taken you to a fancy gala, or one-on-one father-child dates, or any occasions that requires bonding with each other.
he wasn't the man who welcomed you through the doors of the manor, nor was he the father who should've picked you up at the police station.
bruce wayne knows nothing of his third child.
if alfred hadn't confronted him about your terrible living conditions as of now, living in debt whilst trying to push through college, then how long would he have ignored your presence inside the manor? how long would the years pass without him acknowledging any important milestones that you would reach?
until your untimely demise perhaps?
he couldn't even remember a time he had at least given you a gift during christmas or new year or any time of the day.
not even the name of your elementary and high school, or your college university. he doesn't know of your friends, your teachers or what subject you excel in.
you had already graduated highschool, and he wasn't even there for your ceremony. he wasn't there to walk you up the stage, wasn't there to shield you from the thousands of photographers who would've attended should they know that a wayne would attend, wasn't there to offer you a pat on the shoulders for a job well done.
then who had to walk you up the stage?
"alfred..." he stops walking, clearing his throat as alfred turns back at bruce, offering a raised eyebrow at the sudden pause and bruce's rigid pose.
"yes, master?"
"when... (name) graduated," he hesitated on saying your name again, catching on alfred's sudden squint of the eyes. "who walked them up the stage?"
he hopes you didn't have to go up there alone, that a teacher at least accompanied you orâ
"i was the one who attended in your stead, master bruce." the butler replies without hesitation, as if it was a normal occurrence. he sighs again, too tired to scold bruce's surprise for absolutely dismissing all the important dates that include you and instead turns back to continue on his treck to guiding bruce to your room.
alfred's look of condescension makes him sink deeper into the void of regret. for being unable to
fuck, how many important events had bruce missed? from school plays, to parent-teacher conferences, to talent showsâ was there ever a "bring your father to school" day?
oh... he really hopes there wasn't.
his hands find itself scratching his head, fingers tangling itself onto his hair in hopes of providing distractionâ but his thoughts all circulate towards you, a faceless entity, an itch that he could never reach unless he sees you for himself.
the further he walks through frigid halls, the smaller the space seems to get.
how many birthdays had he missed?
when even is your birthday?
you are eighteen now, five when you were taken in which means... almost fourteen years of missed birthdays...
he didn't even give you a single gift card out of pity. not even money for allowance, or a birthday cake.
bruce was never there for you, and he has a feeling that that may have been one of the reasons of you moving out.
he needs to make up for it at least, once he contacts you he'll apologize for everythingâ
but first, he needs to see the state of your room. to at least have a first impression of you, of what your life was in the manor; any clues that pertains to just who his child is, as humiliating as that sounds for a father.
which was why he didn't hesitate to let alfred lead him straight to your room, albeit the shame he feels for not even knowing where his own child's room is located.
back when he had taken damian in, it was him who introduced the boy to his own room, whom had promptly thrown a tantrum and demanded someplace bigger before ultimately accepting his fate.
... how would you have reacted to your own? he wishes to at least picture your face, probably opposite to damian's, as you get to live in an entirely different space from what you're used to.
would you be pleased? would you look at him with sparkling eyes and thank him? or would you maintain a neutral stance? an overwhelmed one?
he really wants to see you, your expressions, just a sliver of your presence.
but nothing comes up in his mind. not the length or color of your hair, not your height, not anything. he could picture a vague imagery of your mother, but not you.
it makes him wonder; does any of your siblings know what you look like? were you at least any closer to them that you are to him?
he hates just how much desperately the darkness in the pit of his chest is crawling in need to hasten his steps towards wherever your room was.
the rain outside had already ceased, but a newer thunderstorm was brewing inside bruce's heart.
he needs to see you.
as he walks behind alfred through the halls of the manor, he had just noticed how barren the other side of the manor truly is.
cob webs and dust particles litter through the corners of the untouched furniture, the wallpaper peeling off itself and revealing untreated mold and even more cocoons of baby spiders that would soon crawl out, and even most of the ceramic vases they had passed by houses no flowers, instead being covered in a thin sheen of dust.
it was obvious just how neglected this corner of the house is.
just like you.
alfred was always meticulous in his duty as a butler, but bruce had advised the old man to leave unexplored parts of the manor be, seeing as how nobody would stroll by; and to only clean it whenever he would host an expensive gala in the manor with spare rooms as guest rooms.
it made bruce wonder if these halls are the path that leads directly to your room, which it actually does, and he feels even more guilty at just how... different your living condition is compared to your siblings.
it was no wonder why the butler would always excuse himself early, seemingly always making a treck towards a forgotten chamber that he rarely visited.
he'll make a note of relocating you to a room closer than his if you ever were to decide to come visit during holidays or vacations.
... alfred said it had been six or seven months since you had left, just how many occasions have he missed?
counting only fills the dread in his the growing hole of the pit of his heart.
yeah... he will get you a new room, one preferably closer to his; just so he could greet you every morning by knocking on your door and at least escorting you to the kitchen for breakfast. he'll try to make small talk, invite you over and... bond with you.
that'll be a good habit he could incorporate into his daily life.
a small part of him wishes you wouldn't look at him in disdain if he had to forcibly visit your apartment.
he swears it's in all the good of his heard; he just needs to check for himself if you were doing okay.
as him and alfred nearly arrives at your bedroom, the two had already noticed the light peaking from outside the doors and what seems to be two voices ensuing an argument.
even alfred, who had ceased his steps, looked surprised at the presence of the people who seemed to be there before them.
bruce doesn't even hesitate jogging towards the room, unaware of alfred's immediate shift to a calculating gaze, as bruce immediately opens polished, mahogany doors, inviting himself in.
... it smells of bleach and fabric refresher.
his heart clenches at the implication.
"father...? why are you here?" damian's voice cuts through the tension, bruce merely dismisses youngest child as his eyes takes in the space, ignoring how the other presence in the room - dick, with wide, feral eyes - quips about an ongoing "family" reunion.
bruce analyzes every detail, heart thumping loudly in his chest.
small... your room is way too small, and lacks of any design or life whatsoever. a tiny bed is shoved in the corner, the closet too miniscule to even contain clothes for someone your age (just where do you store them, then?), the windows barely welcome any ventilation nor sunlight, even your bedside table was too small to be considered one; the lampshade on top of it could be easily toppled over by a single sway of a hand.
everything is clean, too clean and orderly.
his eyebrows furrow at its state. even a model's walk-in closet is significantly bigger than the cramped space he calls your bedroom.
no proper ventilation, not even any space is provided for... your hobbies. hobbies that he wasn't even aware of.
is this how you had been living for almost eighteen years of your life?
how do you live like this?
just how much has he neglected you?
"bruce...?" it was dick's voice that he had now registered. it sounds out of breath, way too abnormally distraught and out of character.
he slowly looks at dick, equally befuddled at the presence of his eldest and youngest sons.
he seems disheveled, stressed even. the athlete's blue eyes were wide and dilated, seemingly unfocused as his stance was rigid. he was breathing too deep, hand clenching his phone too tight, veins popping through muscles, and he holds a... notebook in the other, this time like it was a delicate piece or artifact.
"... why are you here?" dick tries to cover his current state with an awkward laugh, but he could never hide the furrow of his brows, the flickering in his eyes, nor the anxious stomping of the his feet. sweat runs down dick's forehead; it looks like he's been inside the room the longest.
and dick refuses to get out of it. he won't, not until he finds out just why were you pushing him always all of a sudden.
he's afraid of forgetting his baby bird once more and neglecting your needs. if you were just as self-depracating as he is then... just how well would you be coping all by yourself?
does bruce share the same intentions as him? he doesn't know, his thoughts all leading to a path of thinking about, well, you.
you and your wide eyes looking at him like he was the world.
"i'm just here to visit... (name)'s room." bruce replies, a deep tremor in his parched throat, threading even further into the cramped space as his eyes seem to lock into the multitudes of messily stacked notebooks in the center of the bed.
they were all captioned '(name)'s diary', each having different fonts for every notebook and a date plastered on the very bottom.
"and you both are...?" he stares at them, demanding an answer as he sits on your too small bed (âit creaks, he hates that it does so he promises to get you a new one, a bigger one even, with enough space to fit in at least four people just as you deserve), picking up one of the diaries in his hand; it sports messy calligraphy and peeling stickers, reminiscent of just how old it was.
the hold he has on the diary is delicate as he flips through the first page the same way the eldest child had done. the papers were stained gray from the lead of the pencil, doodles littering every page, from flowers to animals and even faces that bruce couldn't recognize.
at least it provides the void in his heart food for thought, taking in every small detail about you and your hobbies.
you like documenting your life through diaries, that was the first thing he noted about you. the entries all date far from back when you were five or younger, the earlier pages highlighting, well, you and your mother's life. though the handwriting wasn't all that eligible, bruce finds himself becoming fond of the common topics you often rant about from "momma's burnt stack of pancakes" (paired with a drawing on the side, colored with dried markers and glitter gel pens), to the fairytales your mother loves to read you.
as much as it was entertaining for him to read through your mind, it's sad how aged the papers were and how some pages were crumpled to the point some contents were incomprehensible.
he'll get you even more high quality ones, rather than the cheap paper the one he's currently holding has. and he'll buy you designer pens, or do you prefer the more functional ones? would you like fountain pens or glass dip ones just to enjoy the experience?
bruce notices a pattern of the pen's strokes, an array of thinner lines were preferred in most of your entries compared to the thick pencils you sometimes force yourself to use, as there was an entry you had mentioned where if you use thicker lines then you'll run out of pages quicker, and "my mom doesn't have enough money to buy me one right now."
even the doodles in pencil had prefered line widths. finer quality for even finer details, thicker lines to emphasize and exaggerate your art on the side of the papers.
would you prefer mechanical or charcoal pencils? charcoal is messy and smudges, bruce knows as he sees small drawings of a tiny sprite that point towards a smeared sketch of a flower, a look of disdain on its furrowed brows.
he couldn't contain the upward quirk of his lips, blocking out dick's shadow that seems to get closer to bruce.
unfortunately, there were no ballpens of your preference on your bedside table for him to take for himself. he'll find out himself sooner enough though; what materials you like to utilize for your diaries and sketches. hell, it seems you like using a mix of normal and puffy stickers alongside a mix medium to obtain different colors.
journaling supplies, you'll find a lot of them in your arsenal soon.
he'll make sure of that once he finds out where you live.
he looks at damian flipping through what seems to be one of your sketchbooks.
art is, undoubtedly, one of your hobbies tooâ that's the second thing he notes, picking up what seems to be your second diary right after he flips through the first one, wasting no time to learn more about you.
this time, your second diary talks about your early life into the gotham manor. your anxious yet earger energy to meet your father, how the dick grayson (presumably your idol, with how you mention him as the) is now your brother, and how you almost got lost just wondering in the manor; they all highlight your innocence and curiousity about the world. you write so effortlessly, unafraid of writing down what you truly feel.
though you barely mention the incident regarding your mother, you have stated multiple times about how you miss her beautiful smile and her captivating laughter.
he's grateful that you're fond of writing diaries, exposing bruce to the deeper, more personal parts of your life. he doesn't need to pinpoint any lies or truth. all your secrets, your endeavors, your dreams and your passions are buried deep into the crevices of your diaries, etched in thousands of words and drawings that tell bruce just who you are.
and truly, you are his child.
bruce craves to know more about you in person the more he reads through your entries.
fortunately, it wasn't only him that feels an intense need to take you in, as the presence of his eldest cuts him off of the his train of thoughts.
"y'know, before you forget we're even here, bruce," dick quips with a fond smile as he looks at his bruce's unkempt state, taking a seat next to his father who seems to be in his own world just like damian. the bed creaks against their weight, both cringing at the sound before bruce returns to his own world of... analyzing you, just like he did hours ago.
but he knows that his father knows how to multitask, so he doesn't hesitate to answer.
"i'm also here for (name), i promised to take them out for dinner month's ago." that seems to actually catch bruce's attention, as he looks up from reading your second diary, gazing at dick as if to urge him to continue.
dick proceeds with a sigh, a smitten smile plastered on his face as he recalls the only memory he has of you.
"(name) really has a knack for writing and all, right? i love them for it. when i first met them, they were just so adorable. my baby bird tried to ask me for an autograph!" dick couldn't help himself from yapping, chuckling lightly as he remembers the deathly grip you had on alfred's cuffs, how you were hiding behind the butler's legs and looked at dick so enamored. he couldn't contain his unhinged smile, the goosebumps on his skin made shivers ripple throughout his entire body.
bruce (and even damian, who had all his attention on your sketches) had listened in on his monologue.
"i was the one who helped lead them to their room," he continued confidently, tapping his phone with his fingers, "they clung really close to me when we climbed up the steps, even tried to hide under my jacket..."
looking back, dick wishes he had carried you up the steps. thing was, you were incredibly small back then, and the manor's staircase is particularly hard to transverse through when ascending, so you must've felt exhausted and leaned onto him for support. your tiny legs must've been sore once you two had arrived by your room.
oh, he should've noticed. dick swears he won't make that mistake again once he gets you back in his arms, he promises to carry you the moment you even show the slightest bit of fatigue.
he swears he will, and he'll make sure to spoil you rotten with all the affection you deserve.
oh, dick really wants to see his baby bird again.
"yeah, that's, uh, the only time we had only ever talked." he admits shamefully, opening his phone for what seems like the thousandth time, looking at your profile over and over again, one that had him blocked.
he bites his lips, nibbling his skin in anticipation, in hopes that in the good of your heart that you just, unblock him.
it was just so unbelievable, despite you having all the reasons to push them away from your life, he just doesn't want to accept it. doesn't want to think of the worst outcome; of you hating him.
his baby bird blocked him and he just couldn't comprehend the amount of hurt he's feeling right now. what's wrong with checking up on his baby sibling? on someone he hasn't talked to for a long time already?
scrolling up through your previous messages fills him with both dread, and another emotion he doesn't want to admitâ the slightest bit of pride he feels that you chose him over everybody else. you chose dick grayson as your idol, as someone to look up to and eagerly wanted as your older brother.
he was the favorite.
yet he feels terrible at the same time for taking it for granted, for forgetting your his own younger sibling. and bruce? bruce feels terrible just looking at how much your disappearance - an existence he didn't even know existed not until a few hours ago - impacted the atmosphere of the house.
is your absence the reason why the manor had felt too empty, then...?
even alfred seemed to sulk more often, always having his phone around and... talking to someone?
does alfred know where you are? or at least maintain communication with you?
it seems like the family was equally keen to find out just who you were.
whilst the two engross themselves in their own personal matters, damian continues to stand near the middle where the light hits the brightest, analyzing all the pages of your sketchbook. the youngest couldn't even afford to miss a single detail, green eyes mulling over the poses of your human sketches; the anatomy, the composition. all the progress, the mistakes, the erasures... his mind seems to eat up every drawing as if it was a piece of art hung in a museum.
which it should've beenâ but he wouldn't even let worthless critiques lay their eyes on any one of your sketches. they wouldn't understand you as much as he does.
it's his to look upon, nobody else could understand the meaning of your art, the meaning of his older sibling's art.
the older sibling who he used to threaten with his sword, who he called vile names â a bastard child, he told you one day. he was unable to ignore the glare you sent him, how he felt a pang in his heart after â the older sibling who he ridiculed endlessly in front of his best friend, whose actions he criticized without end; who had started to avoid him like the plague after all of his incessant bullying.
his older sibling who he had used as a punching bag for all his negative emotions, who he was incredibly jealous of, who he felt the need to fight, to compete with, all for the sake of grabbing your attention without seeming frail in his intentions.
his weak and incapable older sibling, who he knew hated him with all their gut.
the unwanted and undeserved treatment he had subjected you to was gruesome.
it was just exactly like your drawings... gruesome and brutal, to say the least. as if it was a medium of releasing all your unparalleled anger. charcoal strokes violently covers the entirety of your pages, it was unpredictable where the lines meet and end, whenever there is color, they blotch each other without harmony, all the subjects of your art either human or anything else within your vicinity.
if someone else with inexperienced, undeserving eyes were to witness your sketches, they would not understand and dare say, criticize your art pieces for being too contemporary, for letting your emotions run free through cheap quality paper without any ounce of care for the rips and tears of the pages.
but damian likes it... he likes the rawness of your pieces, likes it when you incidentally find a way to express tragedy, grief, and all the antagonistic traits a human could bare. he likes just how all thr subjects you paint were muddled with dull colors, sometimes too vibrant, sometimes too neon, sometimes a mix of allâ your hectic personality bleeds through the pages.
you should've... shared your talents with him. albeit the jealousy he feels towards you, the sense of competitivenessâ a small part of him admits his desire to bond with his only blood sibling... he doesn't even know why he treated you like trash, yet felt so incredibly heartbroken whenever you would retaliate with a blank, soulless stare.
he doesn't know why he felt so compelled to melt into your embrace, despite never once being physically close to you. your warmth always emanates off of your body; he hates that he wanted your validation, your praise and your attention.
he'll apologize to you sooner, damian will drag you back even if he has to, he needs to, actually.
needs to get you to forgive him, to look at him fondly, and to love him without bounds. he's on his path to redemption, he acknowledges his wrongs, all the wrongs he had done to you, he couldn't list it all out but he knows just much it affected your views on him.
damian knows he should've dismissed your reactionsâ he was raised by assassins for gods sake! he should not be so perceptive of every micro expression of yours, but the connection he feels towards his blood sibling is stronger than any bond, a bond that he himself chose to sever and came to regret afterwards.
he remembers one specific expression of yours after he had criticized your anger issues when he had heard news of you being transferred into another school. it was a glare that lacked any fight or bite, you had long since given up on him and allowed him him harass you whenever he felt like so. but that day was the same day you had snapped, nearly choking on his
he told himself to ignore it, that you were merely throwing a tantrum (despite how hypocritical he seemed)
yet he didn't expect to be overcome with regret.
with hurt.
with empathy at the tears that welled on your eyes.
damian doesn't want to admit it but, that was one of the first times he had hesitated to retaliate with an even crueler comeback to your glare. he wanted to so badly run to you and bond with you and your unadulterated anger, to comfort you and provide you the affection you had so desperately neededâ but in the bitterness and the jealousy of his heart, he had forced himself to leave you be; a decision even until now he regrets because... you had no longer seen him as a younger brother, let alone treat him as one, as he desired to.
after that incident, you tend to avoid him more and more, not even eating in the same room as him, let alone ditching whatever you were doing in favor of keeping to yourself.
he should've held himself back from hurting his older sibling, the one who, despite doning no skills or talent in combat whatsoever, who knew that he was more of a threat than a younger brother; was brave enough to approach him with a tray of alfred's baked cookies and a hesitant yet welcoming grin.
and yet he had replied with a sword to your neck and an insult to your origin, calling you a bastard child; the product of a whore and his father's terrible decisions.
he had simply watched as you had left the hallway with a knick on your neck and a wobble on your steps, nearly dropping the tray of untouched goods due to the inconsolable shivers you must've felt.
you hate him, no? he could see it in your eyes, no matter how defeated it may be, there was always a tinge of resentment towards him that he knows he couldn't undo.
you hate him, you must've hated him so much and he hates that. hates how he wants to throw a rampage over the fact that you would never consider him as a younger brother.
... if things were different, if he had never let his emotions and his past dictate his actions, would you love him?
for the first time in quite a while, he had felt tender longing and desire, his hands caressing the pages of your sketchbook as if it could bring you back to the manor.
for the first time in a while, damian allows himself to want, to dream about a fantasy where you would cherish him, allow him to melt on your chest whenever he feels the pressure of the world getting to him, let him sulk about his deepest darkest insecurities as you would run your fingers through his hair and tell him it's all alright.
for the first time in so long, he would openly admit the immense regret he feels, wishing for an opportunity to turn back time, to never unsheath his sword towards you and to never open his mouth to allow vile words to spew out of it.
time passes by oh-so quickly when you are left alone with only your thoughts to accompany you.
it had been quite awhile since the trio were left pondering about your very existence, alfred noted, watching the three scramble about through their minds. they had seemed to have forgotten the very butler who had been observing every single one of their actions.
alfred had waited so long for this moment to come, for them to realize just how crucial you are to the family, how you are the very final jigsaw puzzle the complete the picture perfect definition of a home, how much they need you if they wish to maintain even the slightest bit of sanity.
it was only right that he decides to place the final nail in the coffin.
after all, this was all to get you back to your safety, to where you rightfully belong.
â"it seems like the family has finally taken notice of young master (name)'s disappearance...?" alfred buts in by the door, a single eyebrow raised, crossed arms, an all-knowing look that just screams 'i told you so'.
he continues once he had their complete attention, "i would like to say that i am heavily disappointed in how it took more than a decade and a half for all of you to find out about their existence. if it wasn't for the long months of their absence and even a personal sermon towards master bruce about their financial struggles, they would've long been gone. well... they would be gone soon if they are unable to pay this month's rent for their apartment."
his tone was sullen as he nitpicks every single one of their reactions, a mixture of confusion, shame and regret a commonality between the three.
"(name) is in financial debt?" it was damian who asked first with furrowed brows and wide eyes, unbelieving of what alfred had just stated. "but father wires money to all of his children, right?
the youngest turns back to his father's seated form, expecting a nod of some sorts, but all bruce had was a tense jaw and a solid stare. it speaks of volumes, all damian could do was shut his mouth, looking back at alfred with a pout.
alfred expected this reaction. it was truly unfortunate how the family would never know just how important you were in their life.
yet all he could do was press on, further their guilt and desperation.
"young master damian, i am aware of bruce's willingness towards providing for his children, but (name), like you, had adopted your father's stubbornness to accept any financial aid on their part..."
the silence was defeaning now, tension so thick that not even a knife could cut through it. fortunately, the people alfred were with are trained combatants, formidle not only through fights but with words.
it was a shame they had never used their brains to connect the dots with just how sullen the manor was the moment you were gone.
"how do we...?" this time it was dick who talked, albeit hesitantly. "bruce could at least send a few thousands to them, then? or i could do it, you could just give us their location andâ"
"unfortunately, there is nothing i could do about it, master dick," alfred interrupts dick's sudden onslaught, "for even i do not have master (name)'s address. they refuse even the slightest bit of a clue, hence why i have confronted master bruce about it."
it was like a needle had dropped on the floor, an intense, numbing feeling everyone present was subjected to feel.
... what?
it was dick who had reacted first, springing up from his seated position as he stared at alfred's defeated eyes incredulously.
"are you serious, alfred? (name) could be anywhere in gotham right now? unprotected, unsafe, and in debt?"
a long, defeated sigh was what he had merely received from the alfred.
"yes, master dick, you hear exactly what i say."
"but the world outside is too dangerous for (name)! we can't just let them loose in a street filled with criminals who can take advantage of their innocence!"
"they're eighteen, dick." all of a sudden, it was damian who cuts back with a roll of his eyes, "i'm sure they can survive on their own."
"yeah right, and have you even read their latest diary, or are you just gonna pretend like you aren't going to keep their sketchbooks all for yourself, huh?" dick retaliates with clenched teeth, letting himself be swayed by his own emotions. "or... you're planning to track their location without us so you can get a reservation to visit them first?"
"calm down, dickâ" bruce stands, immediately holding dick back, gripping the athlete's tense shoulders.
"why should i, bruce?! (name) can be anywhere, weâ i can't afford to bide time on anything but them!" he glared back at his father, slammimg his fist onto your bedroom walls without hesitation. cracks immediately formed on the chipped wallpaper, a testament to dick's strength; you'll be relocated to another room, a better one anyways and they'll... they'll turn this one into a bigger atelier for you.
dick just needs to let his anger out, yeah... unfortunately, his father seems to think otherwise.
bruce retaliates with a snarl, "we need a solid plan, dick. we can't just randomly search where they areâ"
"look, if none of you are willing to help, then fine, i'll track (name) all by myselfâ"
"â i've never mentioned not coming, grayson." damian cuts him off with a glare, possessively holding all your sketchbook in one hand. "i'll be the one spending time with them first."
"yeah, right... and you, bruce? you coming with or no?"
defeated, bruce replies, "... you already know the answer, dick."
"of course, dad. glad to know we're on the same team after all," dick lets out an airy laugh, returning to his old demeanor. but bruce could easily pinpoint the sharp edge to his giggles, how calculated it is and how it's all merely a cover up to hide the unbearable itch to get you into his arms.
not like bruce could help it too, feeling the same way dick doesâ all he wants to do is see you for himself after all.
"then call the others into the batcave, now. tell them it's a priority mission, don't let them say otherwise, and don't settle on any excuses."
bruce is so grateful that he had his hands on your diaries, that he was given the grace to read through your entries and embrace even the slightest clue about you.
although there was no face to associate with your name, no photograph nor portraitâ he at least has an idea of your personality, of what you like and prefer; something that bruce would hold dear, something that feeds the growing urge to find you.
find you to not only correct his mistakes, to make up for all the lost time, but to also get closer to you. to bond with his child, the one he should've focused on all those years ago. the one who, despite showing disinterest to vigilantism, chose to not fall deep into the pits of resentment, of committing heinous actsâ you had chosen to run away from them without any intentions of badmouthing your own family even after the years of neglect.
his child, (name) wayne.
you were a symbol of what he had strived to cherish, to protect. it was your innocence through these pages, your eagerness to the world despite its cruelty, that relays the message to bruce that he should've centered his attention on both you and tim instead of just tim.
maybe then the dispair he had felt after jason's death would've been less devastating, maybe then you'd act as his source of light in the darkness he had choose to brood in. maybe then he wouldn't have acted so rash, so impulsive and tense.
after all, you had lost your mother too early, and your father was just somebody you can watch through the television and read through the newspaper.
and you? you were forced to take the short end of the stick, without any familial attention nor emotional support whatsoeverâ a substantial failure on bruce's part. you didn't deserve anything you were subjected to, didn't deserve to know what pain and despair felt like.
bruce should've been the father who had to shoulder all your burden. he should've been there for you as he was there for all your other siblings.
he should've been the man who would kiss your wounds away whenever you go out to the park with him to play. he should've been the man who would sit on the crowded bleachers to watch you perform on a talent show. he was supposed to be the father who would hold you close to your chest as you cry about your first heartbreak, about your overdue projects, about the bullies in the school.
but he wasn't that father for you. and now, you seek love and attention from people who weren't even family. because they had failed you, he had failed you.
there was so much things about you that he doesn't know of, so much he had missed out on. his absence was a constant in your life; what would you have felt if he suddenly barged in on it then? especially now that you've moved out on the presumption of neglect?
but could he help it if he does?
could bruce help it if he was already concocting a way to bring you back? alfred had explicitly told him that you were living off of debt
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EROTIC EMPATHY (s.jy)
Have you ever taken anyoneâs virginity before? Nope. Are you about to? Yep. or the one where jake has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out.Â
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WORDCOUNTâ 12.7k
PAIRINGâ jake sim x afab readerÂ
CONTENTâ virgin guy who lives with his parents!jake, heâs not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that, facetime-sex, real life sex
SIDE CHARACTERSâ jay as readerâs best friend and roommate, heeseung briefly as jakeâs friend.
NOTEâ if you've read this before it's because im the person who wrote it [ncteez] and im revamping it for jake, pls don't send me messages on either account about stealing a work that's already mine!
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smut tagsâbig huge dick jake, phone sex (ish), face time sex, masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again, no condom aka cream pie, jake gets feelings like immediately when u touch him
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âCheck this shit out,â you laugh, presenting your phone to Jay with a chuckle. âyes or no?â
Jay snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man youâre showing to him.
âDepends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?â He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend.Â
You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, itâs not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything.Â
âI wouldnât mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.â You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. âHeâs cute too, so Iâm gonna say yes.â
Jay groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you.Â
âYouâd better warn me if you end up bringing him home, Iâm not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.â
You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you.Â
âYeah, yeah. Iâll make sure youâre out of the apartment if I invite him over,â You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating appâs messages. âMaybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.â
âYouâre so fucking weird.â Jay laughs but feels kind of shitty because itâs not like he hasnât been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesnât have the magic dick to make girls moan the same way you do.
Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesnât. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.
Fucking quiet.
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You: iâve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app beforeÂ
Jake: âŠ.iâm 21, it says that in my bio
You: I think youâre lying.Â
Jake: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol
You: why would i help you lie to other women
Jake: iâm not lying!!1
You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if heâs lying about his presumed virginity.Â
You: ok, twenty-one-year-old âjaeyunâ who is five miles away from me, youâre actually a virgin? Like for real?
Jake: yeaâŠ.are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after
Jake: maybe it's the playlists idk
You: send me the playlist
Jake: [spotify link to a playlist titled âNUTâ]Â
You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you.Â
You: surely itâs not your playlistâŠâŠ.
You: anyway
You: youâre really just looking to get laid for the first time, like, ever? and youâre offering to cook dinner too?
Jake: yea
You: youâve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you canât seriously think I can believe youâve never been laid, itâs not like youâre ugly or anything
Jake: u donât think im ugly? :)Â
Jake: and yea Iâve had a blowjob before
You: why didnât you sleep with her then?
Jake: can we stop talking about why im a virgin
You: sure but you know im gonna bring it up again, right?
Youâre smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, youâre curious as to why heâs a virgin, even more, curious as to why heâs on a dating app looking to lose said virginity.Â
You: do you want my number? itâs embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.
Jake, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didnât even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, itâs juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? Itâs just how he is, with or without having had sex. He canât imagine not feeling giddy inside when heâs talking to someone that he thinks is pretty.Â
Jake: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number]Â
You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile.Â
You: [screen shot// contact name: grandpa jake]Â
Grandpa Jake: :|Â
Grandpa Jake: im 21
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Okay so, hereâs the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, heâs wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts heâs sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesnât have women waiting in line to have at him.Â
You: itâs been like four days since we started talking
Grandpa Jake: yep, almost five
You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where youâre begging to have sex for the first time ever?
Grandpa Jake: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didnât wanna assume lol
You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, itâs totally ok that you are but like, youâre a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something
Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, youâd still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.
Grandpa Jake: i do NOT have a micropenis
You: prove it
Grandpa Jake: right now???
You laugh to yourself but also like, itâs the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly.Â
You: answer my question first
It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but youâre doing coursework anyway so itâs not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not.Â
Grandpa Jake: um⊠i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be hereÂ
Grandpa Jake: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!
Heâs getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least.Â
You: they wonât let you have anyone over?Â
Grandpa Jake: well, that too butÂ
Grandpa Jake: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did
You: damn, youâre unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?
Grandpa Jake: her boyfriend walked in
You: WHAT
Youâre trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind.Â
Grandpa Jake: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend
You: phewÂ
Grandpa Jake: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not?Â
The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know heâs not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes.Â
You: yeah, sure.Â
You: about the micropenis though,Â
Grandpa Jake: rightâŠum
A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first dick pic from Jake. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.
You: i mean if you canât prove it that's okÂ
Grandpa Jake:Â just give me a sec damn
Heâs doing his best to get the most attractive angle. Itâs not like heâs never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but likeâ this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic?Â
Of course, as heâs taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He canât imagine youâd want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that heâs working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos heâs taken and deleted. Itâs at the point that now itâs actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.
Heâs entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time heâs texting you. Someone who wants to see what heâs packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and heâs quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down.Â
Grandpa Jake: [image attachment]Â
In all fairness, youâve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Jake though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.
You: oh, you were jerking off, got it.Â
Grandpa Jake: sorry canât help itÂ
Then he doesnât text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe youâd be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because youâre about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books.Â
You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely donât have a micropenis
Youâre still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. Heâs probably desperate to feel good and watches porn like 24/7. You can imagine how heâd act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.
Shrugging, knowing full well what heâs doing right now thatâs causing him to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. Youâre a little bit nervous, mostly because youâve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when heâs getting off. Youâre shocked that he actually answers.Â
âHello?â He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. Itâs not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, itâs probably Heeseung or some shit.
âDonât hello me,â You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. âYouâre just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?âÂ
The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that itâs you on the other line sends his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as you do via text.Â
God, this alone is enough for him right now.Â
âWere you at least thinking of me?â
He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, thatâs exactly what heâs doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides.Â
âWere you looking at my pictures?â
He nods his head, forgetting that youâre not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. Itâs a bit difficult for him to talk right now, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos heâs been jerking off to. Itâs a bit overwhelming, actually.
âDo you want better ones?â You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more.Â
âOh god, really?â He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. âLike, nudes?â
âMhm, yeah. If you want.â You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. âOr, you know what would be better?â
âLetting me come over and actually do it?â Thatâs what he wants to say to you, but he doesnât, he simply raises a brow and bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement.
âWhat?â He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, heâs a bit shy about it.Â
âI can facetime you.âÂ
He panics. That means youâll be watching him too, right? Sure heâs sent nudes, heâs received nudes. Heâs sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch.Â
âIf you donât want to, thatâs okay.â You backtrack at his silence, but youâre cut off almost immediately.Â
âNo! no, we can facetimeââ
Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if itâll work this way or not. Itâs not like heâs expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks youâre gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. Youâre kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.
You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then youâre needing to catch your breath at the image of him.
Oh fuck.
There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you donât mind at first. Looking at him, the lighting clearly shows that heâs a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isnât holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. Itâs an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and itâs insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what heâs doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.
âLet me see,â you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. âProp your phone up somewhere like I did.â
He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.
âFeeling shy?â You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. âYou act like Iâm not going to be touching you at some point soon.â
You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at.Â
âYou look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,â You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. âWould you want to do that for me, Jake?â
âOh god,â He groans, hearing his name come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it. âThis is going to be so embarrassing.â He admits now, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly as he watches between your spread legs.Â
In a way, he wonders if you can see how desperate he is. Thereâs no way you canât, right? Like, you can see how badly he wants you, right?
âEmbarrassing, why?â You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. âCan you not see that Iâm just as turned on right now?â
He groans again with deep breaths, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it.Â
âWell,â He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit youâre about to say. âYou donât even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.â
You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like heâs doing for you.Â
âBetter?â
Jake watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day.Â
âCan youââ He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.
âCan I do what? Go on,â You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. âWhat do you want me to do for you, baby?â
Baby. You called him baby. Not that heâs into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe itâs because he wants you to take him for all heâs worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when youâre watching him get off.Â
âCan you spread your pussy for me?â He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan.Â
His eyes are boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy. Just like him.
His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him.Â
âIs this what you want?â You start, making damn sure he can see every part of your glistening cunt. âYou want to fuck this?â You chuckle now, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.
âOh,â he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves heâs most definitely never fucked a woman before. âFuck.â
You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. Youâre aware he doesnât see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself.Â
âYou gonna act like this when Iâm riding you?â You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard heâs fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isnât enough at this point.Â
âGod. Youâre gonna ride me?â He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it, mouth falling open at the mere thought of it.Â
âMhm,â you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. âWould you want that?â
Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. Youâve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.
Youâre not even upset that he didnât make it into the knitty gritty, considering heâs a virgin and all and youâre literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. Youâre actually flattered.Â
His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting heâs even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful.Â
âS-shit, sorry,â He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but heâs embarrassed now. âI uh, didnât mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.â
âItâs okay,â You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all youâre gonna get tonight. âIt was cute.â
After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.
âAre you, um, done?â Jake says, disappointed.
âMm, no.â You smile. âBut itâs okay, Iâd rather make you come first anyway.â
His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off.Â
âYou still wanna see me after this?â
You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.
âWhen are you free?â You ask, wondering if heâs ever going to clean himself up.Â
âWhenever you are.â He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand.Â
âIâll text you later then,â You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. âAfter I take care of my little problem though.â
You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.
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Grandpa Jake: what about 3pm on thurs?
You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pmâŠ.on a thursday???
Grandpa Jake: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours
You: or you could just come here?Â
Grandpa Jake: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol
You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if youâre weird
Jake contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and itâs not like heâs an actual creep or anything. Youâd be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway.Â
You: what about tomorrow, 8pm?Â
Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, heâd show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but heâs got a car.Â
Grandpa Jake: send ur address, ill be there :)Â
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âTomorrow, youâll be a man.â Heeseung croaks through the speaker at Jake, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke.Â
âWhy do you have to say it that way?â Jake groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. âI didnât think anyone was actually gonna come through, sheâs the first one.â
âWhat makes you think sheâs actually gonna send you her address?â Heeseung laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. âSheâs probably not even a real person, youâre gonna end up at some old guyâs house.â
Jake laughs, or snorts really.Â
âOh, sheâs real.â
Heeseung sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest.Â
âHm? Have you already met her?â
âKind of. We like, um,â Jake pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. âWe facetimed a few hours ago.â
Silence.
âShe got naked.â
âOh ho ho!â Heeseung encourages him. âSo you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?âÂ
âThatâs what I saidâwait,â Jake smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Heeseung just said. âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYouâre kind of a loser, weâve been over this.â Heeseung laughs yet again. âCall me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.â
Then he hangs up.Â
Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?
You: yeah kinda
Youâre laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Jay.
âThat him texting?â Jay quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him.Â
You laugh again at Jakeâs string of defensive texts before responding with a short âitâs okay, i like losersâ, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that heâs gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night.Â
âSo,â You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Jay. âYouâre gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.â
âJesus, Iâm scared for him.â
âYou should be scared for me. Because, wellâŠâ You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Jake sent before the facetime call. âHeâs huge andââ
âI did not need to know that.â Jay sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet.Â
âYou act like you donât ask every time I fuck someone.â You roll your eyes at him, smiling. âWeirdo.â
Jay stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone.Â
âHow big?â He laughs, not actually trying to see the dudeâs dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend.Â
âStop prying, youâll get jealous.â
He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms.Â
âIâll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.â
âIâm sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.âÂ
He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch.Â
âKeep it in your room, please. I donât want to sit on any cum when I get home.â
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Itâs Thursday. Itâs approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and youâre well aware that Jake is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by.Â
So many âare you sures,â so many âyou can tell me to leave if you decide you donât want tos,â and even more âi canât wait to see yous.â
âJay, arenât you supposed to be leaving?â You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.Â
Youâve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Jake is doing the same, and smile.
âHm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.â
You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.
âI swear to god if you scare him off, Iâm kicking you out.â
Jay laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that youâve really tried to look good today.Â
âI think you might kill him, if Iâm being honest.â Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you.Â
âThanks, thatâs the plan.â
And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around seven thirty.Â
Grandpa Jake: iâm a little early, is that ok?Â
âOh shit, heâs here.â You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so itâs easily overlooked by Jay.Â
He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet.Â
âLet him in then, Iâll leave when he gets here.â
You give him a knowing look before nodding.Â
You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.
Within minutes, thereâs a very gentle knock on the door and Jay is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately itâs a bit more awkward than he expected it to be.Â
Not only did Jake think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment.Â
âOh, I think I got the wrong place, sorryââÂ
âNope, youâre in the right place.â Jay smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. âYou can come in.â
Jake does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Jay and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside.Â
âShe got all cleaned up for you.â Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Jake still hasnât really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable.Â
âDonât mind him, thatâs my roommate.â You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. Heâs kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen.Â
âHave you and him ever likeâŠâ Jake immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird.Â
âJay?! Oh, god no.â You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. âYouâre allowed to look up by the way. Youâve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.â
Immediately Jake moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but youâre locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.
When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, heâs happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him.Â
Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like youâre his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, yes, but you can admit now that heâs in front of you that itâs a bit intimidating.Â
Heâs not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Jake is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex.Â
Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, itâs not. Because youâre seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say thereâs an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times heâs made you laugh in the short period of time youâve known him along with how many times heâs willingly embarrassed himself
And now for the first time, heâs right there and all you want to do isâŠgive him exactly what he wants.
âOkay, listen,â You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that youâre not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, heâd probably prefer it that way. âIf I move too fast, just tell me to stop.â
Jake tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that youâre absolutely everything he thought you would be and more.Â
âI donât think thatâs gonna be an issue,â He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. âI struggled not to get hard just driving over.â He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks.Â
You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Jake and in the short amount of time youâve known him, youâre kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.
âOh yeah?â You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. Youâre pretending that his apparent inexperience isnât getting to you, but youâre not really fooling anyone. âLetâs get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.â
Jake laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe heâs drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, itâs dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.
He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. Heâs seen whatâs between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you.Â
Now heâs here, and youâre right there.Â
Itâs hard not to crowd up, itâs hard not to cling to you, itâs hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing itâ of course heâs staring. Of course heâs crowding closer, almost to the point that heâs up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.
You turn after grabbing him the bottle and are shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows heâs not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what heâs doing too. Youâre glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until heâs against the counter and kissing you back.Â
He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. Heâs excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him.Â
For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that heâs probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly.Â
His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now.Â
If youâre going to sleep with him though, heâs gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Jayâs sake.Â
âHey,â you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isnât having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. âWe should go to my room, your first time isnât about to be in my kitchen.â
âWhy not?â He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. âI donât care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.â
Still, his lips donât leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, heâs immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.
You barely get the door closed before heâs pressing you against the wall, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone.Â
Youâre kind of in love with the fact that he doesnât seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else heâll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine heâd be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.
Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and youâre instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera.Â
âYouâre really going to let me?â He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him.Â
At this moment, youâre all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.
âTo think I wouldnât want to do this is insane,â You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. âLook how wet I am.â You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. âDo you wanna try eating me out?â
He doesnât even nod. Heâs immediately on his knees against your bed and gripping your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you.Â
It looks like heâs been wanting to do this to someone all his life, with his needy body proving it time and time again. Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before youâre able to process words again.Â
âCanât believe how good you look down there,â You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. âHave you ever done this before?â
He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. You can feel his nervous yet eager breath against you, making your eyelashes flutter at even that slight sensation.Â
âGo on then.â You sigh out, trying to prepare for what he can manage with that pretty mouth of his.
You watch him and the way he doesnât seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, heâs adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because heâs in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts.Â
He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy spread out like this on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal, to the point he genuinely doesnât know what heâs doing. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here.Â
Heâs quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place.Â
It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that itâs almost impossible for your legs not to shake in a reaction at what heâs doing to you.
Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go.Â
âFuck, knew youâd be good at this,â You compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. âKeep licking there, and use your fingers too.âÂ
He hums without stopping, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen.Â
You can feel his fingers make their way into you shortly after, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. Youâre tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own in response, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you.Â
âJust like that,â You encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you.Â
It almost seems like heâs asking if heâs doing well, and goddamn is he. Heâs doing amazing.
âSo good,â You say shortly, trying to give him the praise he needs while scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper.Â
He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenchesâ heâs swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesnât think he ever wants this to end.
All day. He could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldnât they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. Heâs in love, heâs in love.
He doesnât stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach orgasm so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, youâre not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clitâ his moan sending a vibration straight through you.
âFaster, with your fingersââ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say.Â
There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm youâre not even sure he knows youâre having right now.
Insane, really, that he needed to taste the messy relief before resuming.Â
Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone.Â
You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt.Â
He doesnât really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his cock in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.
âDid youâŠ?â He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.
You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs.Â
âI did,â You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. Youâre reeling from the recent orgasm and want nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. âAnd now, I'm gonna do the same for you.â
He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.
âUnless, you donât want that?â You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.
âN-No! Itâs not that!â He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. âItâs just thatâ like, what if I donât last very long? Iâm kind of sensitive.â
His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Jake.
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing?â You lean forward, kissing him again. âYou just gave me some of the best head in my life.â
The light in his eyes returns and instantly heâs flashing a nervous smile at you.Â
âJake, Iâve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.â You reassure him again, making a point to use his name loud and clear. âIf you donât get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.âÂ
Well, he canât have that now, can he?Â
He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing youâve seen him jerk off before. Itâs the fact that like, what if itâs suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you donât like?
Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. Youâre the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure.Â
You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth when you pull back slightly. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base.Â
He thinks heâs going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You donât even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until youâre taking him in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes.Â
Itâs not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, heâs fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, even through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.Â
How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? Youâll be damned not to choke on it. Youâd rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop.Â
Heâs actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of his cock and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didnât even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. Youâre down there, slipping your mouth up and down on him like that, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it.Â
Heâs in love.
He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears heâs ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and godâ your other hand, massaging his balls.Â
âWait, wait waitââ Jake groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look.Â
âWere my teeth hurting you?â You ask, gasping a bit for air.
âNo!â He heaves out with fluttering lashes, trying to regain sanity. âI was just getting really close.â
âHm?â You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until heâs releasing into your mouth.Â
You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again.Â
His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and heâs honestly in heaven once again.Â
âAhâwaitâfuck.â He tries to protest, not wanting to finish so quickly, but there it goes. There he goes.
Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His eyes roll back and his fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until heâs dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through itâ how?
âHowââ he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. âHow did you do that?â
You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face.Â
âI donât normally do that for guys.â You say with a rasp in your voice. âI certainly donât just swallow for anyone.â
He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if youâre done though, because by now youâve both gotten off and usually thatâs the end goal, right?
But he hasnât lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows youâre not done with him.Â
âWe need to let you rest until you can get hard again,â You say, kissing him more easily than before and letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. âWhatâs something you wanna do to get you back into the game?â
He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that youâre his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and thatâs a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view.Â
You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well.Â
âIâ I donât even know at this point.â He admits with a stammer, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.
âIâll just love on you while you think, then.â
He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against the muscles and soft skin there.
He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said youâd love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about whatâs going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.
He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.
âAlready?âÂ
He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs.Â
âI want to, umâŠâ He shifts his eyes away from you. âCan I eat you out again?â
Thatâs new. Twice in one session?
âOh yeah? Did that get you going?â
You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up.Â
You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up in front of him. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?
âWhenever youâre ready.â You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this.Â
You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing heâs going to do it again.Â
His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time.Â
âItâs really the prettiest.â He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. âAnd I've watched a lot of porn.â
Youâd tell him to shut up, but youâre not gonna because itâs cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, heâs treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now.Â
âYeah? You just gonna stare at it?â You try to urge him, and it works.
Because of course it works.Â
You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you donât want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, heâs just as eager now as he was the first timeâŠif not more.Â
He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him just to feel his tongue chase. He eventually holds you in place against him, big hands holding you firmly against his face with a bit of force. And now? Heâs licking you deeper than youâve ever been licked before. Itâs a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now.Â
You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that itâs becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that heâs doing this to get himself hard again is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense.Â
After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you cum this way and itâs dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle.Â
He hums out a rumbled moan at the sound of your cunt squelching around his fingers. So wet. More wet than any of the girls in the porn heâs watched for years. Youâre dripping around his fingers, and the smacking sound is so fucking arousing to him.
And yeah, he canât reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and youâre floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you.Â
The sound of your pussy amplifies when itâs against his tongue, and honestly, he could cum right now if he really wanted to. Already heâs hard again, but god feeling you, hearing you, seeing you like this for him? For some guy who has never once been able to give a girl his all like this?Â
Heâs so focused on you.
Which for you, is a bit of an issue because heâs really not going to let you hold it in, heâs going to have you fucking unravelling again and itâs too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself.Â
Heâs hard again, and god knows how long heâs been doing that.Â
You pull your body away from him quickly to let your rising orgasm subside, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him.Â
âYou were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?â
He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair.Â
âI like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make youââ
âYou absolutely could have but Iâm going to be honest,â You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. âIf youâre ready, Iâd like to live up to my promise.â
His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but youâre reallyâ
âReally?â He asks, knowing full well the answer..Â
âLay back, get comfortable,â You instruct with deep breaths, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. âYou still want me to ride you, yeah?â
He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready heâs managed to get himself for this.Â
Not that you want to rush, but youâre so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His is cock likely bigger than any youâve taken before, and to be fair, you donât even care if youâre the desperate one at this point. Youâve almost forgotten heâs a virgin.
âWait,â He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. âOh, fuck, wait- no,â He breathes in a sharp breath and grips your hips. âDo that again.âÂ
You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until heâs leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard.Â
You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that youâre not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he canât help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this.Â
You rub yourself against him until itâs even more unbearable than before. By now, youâve completely soaked his length and heâs completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, his little rumbled grow-like moans only made this all the more arousing.
âReady?â You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds.Â
He groans out a âpleaseâ before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quicklyâ he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now.Â
âHold on, thereâs a condom in the pocket of my jeansââ
âOkay, and?â You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. âIâm on birth control, and Iâm clean.âÂ
He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit is fucking raw for the first time?Â
âUnless youâre lying, and youâre not really a virgin?â
Heâs quick to silence your doubt. Heâs 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm andâ malfunction. Heâs blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him.Â
âPlease?â He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that heâs sure itâs hurting you.Â
You smile, humming at him when you lift from him, standing on your knees to grab his cock and position him in the right place.Â
âYou sure you want it too?â You ask, only now realizing that youâre genuinely about to take a manâs virginity, and itâs only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, itâs not right to just do it without making him really think about it.Â
âFuck, yes.â His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. âJust do it already.âÂ
You canât help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you donât think youâll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation.Â
He canât get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He canât help it when he moans, he doesnât care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob.Â
By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like heâs the one who needs to adjust. Of course, youâre needing this moment to adjust too but godâ just watching him makes you that much more wet and itâs insane how into him you are right now. As if you havenât been since you started talking to him.
âFeels good?â You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you.Â
He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, heâs no longer a virgin now. Itâs fucking happening, and youâre hot? So fucking hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good.Â
Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the new feeling.Â
You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again.Â
His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself backâ seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling.Â
You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside.Â
âYouâre really cute, you know that?â You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.
That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it.Â
You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.
You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as heâd like, and god. Itâs hard. Itâs deep, and itâs so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell heâs purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you.Â
Heâs actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but thatâs not the case at all. You actually canât stop moaning, itâs just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound.Â
For a moment, you think you can actually hear him unintentionally growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already heâs lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and youâre so fucking impressed by it.Â
You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good heâs doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.
âI donât know how the fuck youâre doing this to me,â You laugh out of pity for yourself, âI really thought I could last longer than this.â
He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. Thereâs one issue. Heâs about two thrusts from cumming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you.Â
You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that heâd lose his arousal entirely.Â
You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but whatâs happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, youâll let yourself go too. He doesnât seem to be picking up the hints.Â
âAre you close?â You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that itâs becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. âLet it go, do it with meââ
Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable.Â
âOh, god. Iâmââ You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.
Heâs so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy pulse around him as he continues to empty himself into you.Â
Itâs entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense.Â
Little does he know⊠itâs not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good.Â
By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity.Â
He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does.Â
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Heâs not going home tonight. Of course heâs not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.
In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (Heâs being dramatic.)
All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, heâd rather not do it as often as Heeseung does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake.Â
But like, youâre kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other woman and thatâs a block he didnât think would be an issue until it became one.
You made him cum twice. And he thinks you did too, unless youâre lying just to make him feel better. Thereâs no way you didnât feel the intensity of that though. Thereâs no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.
Thereâs no way you would let him sleep over if you didnât feel the same way he does right now.
And by the time youâre back, handing him a plate of food, he canât help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.
The thing is, thatâs one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think youâd be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird.Â
This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least.Â
âSo,â You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a cum-soaked bed like this. âI guess you should change your bio in the app now.â
He looks at you, and then at his food.
âYeah, I guess I shouldâŠâÂ
âIâll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what youâre doing with a woman and all.â
Itâs silent for a minute.
âIs it too forward if I say that Iâd rather just delete the app and keep calling you?â
Thank fuck Jake is forward and embarrassing with it. Youâre not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, youâre not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet either. If he wants to attach himself for a while, youâre going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when heâs not being adorable heâs just being fucking hot.
Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if itâs with Jake.Â
You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because youâre not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes.Â
Strangely enough, he doesnât even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowingâ you thinkâŠoh no. Why are you looking at him like this?
âHey, I should probably call Jay and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.â
Jake nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out.Â
âI should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.â
You snort at him with a laugh right as Jay answers the phone, and honestly, youâd rather listen to Jakeâs friend than Jay whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents.Â
âHey Jay, donât come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.â You say quickly before hanging up.Â
Instantly youâre setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Jake and his phone.Â
âPut him on speaker.â
Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseungâs reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line.Â
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how i keep my screen time under an hour a day â
i have been getting a lot of messages asking how i manage to keep my screen time to just 54 minutes a day. honestly it wasnât some overnight miracle, itâs been a conscious effort to shift my focus from the digital world to the beauty of real life. iâve found that the more i immerse myself in the world around me, the less i feel the need to be glued to my evil phone.
no instagram or tiktok
believe it or not, iâve been off instagram for five years now and iâve never ever had a tiktok account. i know that sounds crazy but staying far far away from those apps has been one of the best decisions iâve made. when i realized that the real world is so much more fulfilling than anything on a screen, something just clicked. why spend time scrolling through someone elseâs life when i could be out there truly living mine?
prioritize what really matters
iâm a firm believer in prioritizing things that add value to my life. i use my phone for work, to stay in touch with loved ones and yes, for tumblr and interacting with my beautiful mutuals. but beyond that?? i ask myself âdoes this add to my life or take away from it?â if itâs the latter, itâs not worth my time.
create a morning & evening ritual
starting and ending my day without my phone has been a game changer for me. in the morning, i let natural light wake me up, stretch, have my coffee, workout and ease into the day without the noise of notifications. at night, i wind down with a book, a movie, or just music & my thoughts.
set boundaries
iâm strict with myself about when and where i use my phone. no screens during meals, no scrolling when iâm with friends or family and definitely no phone after midnight.
embrace real life connections
the connections i make in real life are so much richer than any DM or comment sorry. i focus on cultivating these relationships, spending time with people i love & experiencing things together. itâs fulfilling in a way that no app on my phone can replicate.
find joy in the little things
instead of reaching for my phone out of habit, iâve learned to find joy in the little things. like the sound of the ocean, the smell of coffee or just sitting in silence. itâs amazing how much more present and content i feel when iâm not constantly looking for the next distraction. in the end, itâs about choosing to engage with the world around me and i honestly wouldnât have it any other way.
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emergency contact | park sunghoon x reader
prompt: weeks after your breakup, sunghoon finds out that heâs still your emergency contact. pairing: non-idol sunghoon x implied female reader genre: angst with hopeful/happy? ending; second chance romance??; exes to lovers??? word count: 2800 note: iâve had a cute fic idea that i wanted to write foreverâŠbut this is not it. the sad demons have visited me once again. hope yâall enjoy nevertheless and any feedback is much appreciated <3
sunghoon was miserable.Â
it had been three weeks, five days, two hours, and thirty-two minutes since the two of you had gone no contact.
he wished he could say he was happy to be single, that he was no longer âlocked downâ and âwhippedâ as his friends had always called him. but the so-called âfreedomâ felt like hell since it meant losing you.
at first, he kept telling himself that time would heal the pain. âitâs natural,â he had repeated like a mantra, âshe was your best friend and lover for years.â but no, this heartbreak was inhumane. his desire to see you, apologize endlessly, and spend days holding you until you could feel every ounce of his love was gnawing at his soul. if anything, it got worse by the minute.
he had tried so hard to balance work and the rest of his life, using the excuse several times that he was securing this future for your shared life with him. that one day, youâd be able to reap the rewards of his efforts and live comfortably together without stress.
but what was the use of all of that now? the future he had worked so hard to create was ripped out from his hands by no one other than himself.Â
you had accused him of being too busy for you. dates canceled at the last minute, a birthday forgotten, and all the texts left on read had built up to the argument that ended it all. he was always good at fighting, a little too good. he had retorted that you werenât being supportive, and he was never one to sugarcoat his words. his tongue was sharp, and he did nothing to dull its blade.
but there wasnât too much yelling on your part, and he thought that that hurt more. he wanted you to fight back, to stand your ground because he knew deep down that he was being the asshole. his toxic thought was that by you fighting back, this meant that you were still fighting for your relationship. but instead, you just stared with silent tears and a blank expression. seeing the indifference in eyes that had previously held so much love was a sight that would stay with him forever. so, in fear of you leaving, he ran instead.
he was a coward, leaving your shared home to run back to the apartment he had still technically owned but hadnât lived in for more than a year. he locked himself away for a few days, but the realization that you hadnât attempted to contact him burned more than he could put into words. you were done with him. he had hurt you, had the audacity to be the one to run, and now he had lost you.
he had even run from his job. he couldnât stand to walk into the same building he stayed in when he forgot dates with you. his coworkers wouldnât stop asking what happened to him, why he looked so rough. he even found an empty container that had once held lunch you made for him. but his final straw was getting promoted. his first instinct was to call you, but he remembered the sad truth before he could dial. any ounce of pride was washed away with shame in that moment. that same day, he quit without notice.
so there he was: miserable, alone, and unemployed with nothing left to run from but memories. he had spent the last week going through his phone and saving your pictures together in a locked album. he wouldnât dare delete them, but he couldnât stomach looking at you either.
he wished he could get drunk and sleep away the pain. he had tried, he definitely did - but that night, he dreamt of you. you were smiling at first, eyes ever full of love. you were speaking, yet he couldnât hear you. but he could see how your words started to gradually look sadder, and slowly, tears started to fall as your grin dropped. he woke up that next morning crying with the conclusion that he would have to face this heartbreak sober.
but another day of scrolling through albums had stopped abruptly when he saw the notification that changed everything.
SOS i called emergency services from this approximate location after my watch detected a hard fall. you are receiving this message because i have you listed as my emergency contact.
sunghoon had to remind himself to breathe.
he had purchased that watch for you as a âjust becauseâ present months ago. you had complained of bad sleep and he wanted you to use it as a way to track your slumber. he hated seeing you tired. he knew that the watch had a fall detection function, but it had never been used before.
his heart was in his stomach as he went to his favorite contacts page and selected your name for the first time in weeks.
âplease,â he begged, all notion of running away from you leaving his brain, âpick up please.â
but you just werenât answering. so he tried again and again and again.
for a moment while the line attempted to connect, he wondered if this was how he had made you feel for months - desperate for a sliver of attention from him. but instead, he was desperate for a sign of life.
finally, after about two minutes of trying to reach you, his body moved of its own accord. before he knew it, his car keys were in his hands and he was out the door.
the car ride there might have been the worst part. the speed at which he drove at almost defied the laws of physics. other drivers were cursing at him but he wasnât registering anything except the thought of your safety. he just needed to get to you.
why did he run? why didnât he try to talk it out? if he was so afraid of losing you, why did he do the one thing that would guarantee that? he should have been there like he promised to be from the beginning. you would have been safe with him.
when he pulled up to the house you had shared for so long, he suddenly felt the world slow down. why were emergency services there? you shouldâve canceled them by now.
he had to double park as the ambulance was blocking the driveway. why were they here?
the emts and police had arrived at the same time as him, which both increased his anxiety and soothed him. for one, that meant he had been quick enough. but why did you need them?
âsir, do you knowââ an officer had approached him as he stumbled to the front door. all he could understand was your name. why were they asking if he knew you? of course he knew you. you, the love of his life. you, his soulmate by every meaning of the word. you were you. and you were safe.
as if sensing his distress, he felt an emt worker pull him to the side as the same officer prepared to break down the door. seeing this, sunghoon finally returned to his senses.
âw-wait! sorry, i have a key.â sunghoonâs hands were shaking. the only way that door had unlocked was by pure muscle memory because he didnât understand what he was doing at all.
as soon as the door opened, sunghoon tried to step in. finally, he was close to you.Â
the officer, however, pulled him back.
âsir, you should wait here. we need to make an initial search before you can go in.â
âwhat, why? if sheâs in there, i want to seeââ
âsir, itâs just in case we find something we wouldnât want you to see.â
all of sunghoonâs hesitation and fear went out the window at those words. his body flew automatically as he ran inside.
he screamed your name as he rushed in, ignoring the yells of the police officers who followed him in. as it had been for almost four weeks, his only thought was you. he just needed you.
he checked the ground floor first, eyes scanning the open space in less than a second as his body avoided an officer trying to grab him. sunghoon then moved to the staircase, long legs prepared to skip steps to reach you. then suddenly, he heard the voice his ears had been longing for,
âsunghoon?!â
his head shot up. there you were, finally. he saw the sadness, confusion, and fear all flash your face as you registered the emergency workers behind him. you looked exhausted and unruly, but he had never felt more in love.
he didnât even remember climbing the steps, but suddenly he was at the top of the staircase and you were in his arms.Â
you could feel him trembling as he held you. you took his face into your hands to look at him, âsunghoon? whatâs wrong? why are you here? is it my parents? is someone hurt?â you watched as his mouth opened but no words came out. after a few seconds, one of the officers spoke from the bottom of the steps,
âmaâam, we received an alert from your device that a hard fall had occurred.â
suddenly, you understood everything. taking sunghoonâs hand gently, you led him down the stairs, afraid heâd fall from shock. he followed you silently, but his grip tightened seemingly with every step.
thatâs when you noticed your shattered watch on the third step.
you let sunghoon go and you could hear his deep breath when you did. you picked up the watch and offered it up to the officer as an explanation, âiâm sorry officer, it looks like thereâs been a misunderstandingâŠâ
the officer nodded in understanding, and dismissed the emts, âgot it, maâam. we will still need a formal report for our records since this was registered as an emergency call.â he motioned to your couch as he took out a pen and paper.
you reached for sunghoonâs hand once more and led him to sit with you. in the moment, you knew he needed you more than you would ever understand. so, as you explained to the officer, you held his trembling hand, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb.
âi was doing laundry here downstairs and had taken off my watch to prevent it from getting wet,â you recounted, âi put it on top of the basket of clothes that i took upstairs. i remember tripping a little going up the stairs - i didnât fall, but that mustâve been when the watch fell."
"what about your phone, where is it? i'm sure your boyfriend must've tried to call you."
sunghoon slowly nodded at that, turning to look at you. you smiled sheepishly, "i left it upstairs and it was on silent while i folded the clothes. iâm so sorry for the inconvenience.â
after finishing up your statement, the remaining officer prepared to leave. as he walked out the door, he gave a soft smile to the both of you,
âglad to see it was a false alarm, maâam. you had this gentleman quite worried - ran so fast i couldnât even grab him!â the officer laughed, âyou two have a nice day now! sorry about your watch, though!â
after he shut your door, the silence enveloped your home. you closed your eyes and breathed deeply to prepare to speak to your ex-boyfriend. but as soon as you opened them, sunghoon started to cry softly.
he hugged you tighter than he ever had, and soon enough, his face was buried in your neck. his cries were silent, but you could feel his body shaking as his tears soaked your shirt.
âsunghoonâŠâ you started, stroking his back, âiâm sorry i worried you, honey.â
you knew you shouldnât be calling your ex pet names, especially an ex that had run from you without properly ending the relationship. but your heart still held so much love for him that it flowed out naturally. and you knew he was crying from more than just worry, so you doubt he minded at all in the moment.
his crying slowed down as his arms took to loosely wrapping around your waist instead. he pulled away from your neck to rest his forehead on yours. from this angle, you could see his swollen eyes and red nose - a sight so rare in all the years you had dated. he was never a crier after all.
but memories of several late-night conversations rushed your mind. he always said his number one fear was your death, and now you could see he had never lied about that.
he could see your mind go elsewhere so he called your name softly, âdonât say youâre sorry. iâm so happy, these are relieved tears. and i just really, really missed you.â he croaked out. you knew he had more to say, so you just nodded, letting him go on.
âand iâm sorry, baby. for everything. i shouldnât have run, i shouldnât have tried to egg you on to fight me back. i shouldnât have even fought anything you said that night. you were right. i didnât prioritize you. in my attempt to secure you for life, i let you go instead. iâm so sorry, i never wanted to break up.â he was rambling in earnest now, afraid that no words would make you take him back.
you listened quietly as he went on for a few minutes after that, hand continuing to rub his back, âi know honey, i know.â
âbaby, you need to understand that i almost died thinking you almost died today,â you couldâve laughed at how dramatically he spoke, âi couldnât breathe right thinking that our last conversation couldâve been an argument. that you wouldn't have ever known just how deeply i love you and need you. i have so much regret for how i treated you, but if youâd give me the chance, i have all the time in the world to make it up to youâŠletâs go on that vacation i promised you. we can leave tomorrow if youâd like.â he smiled hopefully at you.
âhoon,â his heart soared at the use of his beloved nickname, âwhat do you mean? donât you have work? can you really leave with such short notice?â
âi quit my job.â
âexcuse me?â
âno job that made me work that much is worth it. iâll find one with better work-life balanceâŠafter our vacation. if thatâs what you still want of courseâŠâ he spoke more quietly, as if afraid of rejection.
you sighed. you really should be realistic with this - you two had been broken up for a few weeks at that point. you knew the love was still there, but was this a good decision?
while there was still some hesitation on your part, you couldn't help but notice how gingerly he held you. his arms were still around your waist loosely, yet there was something desperate about their hold. you knew he was holding back from hurting you - you could tell how tightly he wanted to hug you.
he was so shaken up at the idea of you being hurt that he rushed over there despite the two of you not being on speaking terms. for someone who had trouble communicating how he felt sometimes, you knew his actions spoke louder than words. he always acted brave, but there was so much he feared. and you knew losing you was always at the top of this list.
you could also feel how he was simply soaking in the sight of your face. his eyes were shy, yet determined. he wasn't going to risk missing another second of staring at you. a part of you grew conscious, but you knew he was just taking in what he had missed for weeks.
âwhat aboutâŠâ you started and almost giggled at how he perked up, âwe take it slow - another two weeks or so to talk everything out and relax? to get us to a good place again before you hold me hostage in some foreign country?â
sunghoon smiled softly, kissing your forehead. you leaned in naturally to his warmth, to his touch that you missed so much. âthat sounds like a great idea, love.â he spoke, âweâll get you a new watch too. and iâll do all the itinerary planning and packing whenever youâre ready, okay? i love you.â
âokay. and i love you too. canât wait to enjoy your unemployment with you for now!â
one smile and nod from you had him taking you into his arms once more, relishing in your being. he was back where he belonged. he had experienced the scariest reminder ever that he needed you, and sunghoon was never letting you go now.
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I'm reading The Anxiety Toolkit by Alice Boyes, and each chapter starts with a little quiz...
I am in fact often sucked into the rumination vortex, which is the image I'll be using from now on. đ
#i got the book about five years ago and while i didn't read the whole thing then i did flip through the chapters#and at the time my answers were all C's in every chapter#now i'm mostly living in the B's!#(aka this is a challenge for you but it doesn't completely get in the way of living in your life)#(A's as you can guess = this facet of anxiety isn't a problem for you at all#which i'm like... wait is that the default state for some people?? huh.)#but this chapter... yeahhh definitely C's lol
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and they were roommates pt. 2
pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!student!roommate!reader summary : the BAU team works the case, you get to help word count : 2.3k warning : canon-typical violence, mention of violence and sexual violence A/N : thank you all so much for all the love on part 1 of this !!! I love getting feedback, it's incredibly motivating ! I will probably do a part 3 :)) Also, my cat is sitting next to me as I write this, which I find quite funny
part 1, part 3, part 4
Back at the police station, Spencer had trouble focusing on the case. His mind kept wandering over to you, wondering what you were doing, how you were doing. He was on edge and the entire team could feel it. Hotch pulled him to the side to ask him if he wanted to give you a phone call. Reid refused, but settled on sending you a text, something he never usually did while working. Something he never usually did because he wasn't the biggest fan of technology and also because he couldn't decipher how you were actually feeling without hearing your voice and all the quirks in the way you spoke which gave away your real feelings.
Sent by Dr. Ironed Socks : < Hey. How are you doing? > Sent by You : < Ok, I'm having a tea on the couch. Geoff is in REM sleep on my lap. Thx for checking <3 >
Your text was followed by a pixelly picture of your slightly overweight (Spencer couldn't use that term to describe Geoffrey around you or you'd get upset) orange cat sprawled out on your lap, legs and arms askew, fast asleep. Spencer felt a small wave of relief spread through him. You were okay for now. Geoffrey was looking after you. Later, he'd help you process and give you all the tools necessary to get over such a traumatic event and move on. It was almost as if that was in his job description.
Returning to the room where the BAU team had settled in, Spencer sent Hotch a grateful nod. Hotch moved his lips in what resembled a small smile, Reid couldn't be sure. "Okay," Garcia's voice resounded from the speaker sitting in the middle of the round table, "I've contacted all of Mary Goldman's professors and it turns out she didn't go to class today. Her first class was at 11:30 but she never showed up." "None of the students we interrogated on campus had seen her after 10:15," Emily spoke up. "Spencer's roommate saw her between 10:30 and 11:00," Rossi intervened. "Okay, we'll get her to come in," Hotch affirmed. Spencer's whole body tensed. You had been the last person to see the victim. His mind was so busy reeling, thinking about everything you'd have to go through as the most promising witness, that he missed Morgan's question.
"Reid?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sorry, what did you say?" "What was the time of death according to the coroner?" "14:30," Rossi answered. "It was 14:26, actually," corrected Reid. Rossi rolled his eyes. "Okay, so the unsub has his victim between around, let's say 11:15, and 14:26," Rossi shot a pointed look at Spencer, "that's about three hours and 11 minutes. In those three hours, he had time to take the victim someplace where neither of them would be seen or heard, beat and sexually assault her, and finally dump her in smack-dab in front of the university." "He's definitely organised and wants to send a message," Emily thought aloud. "But what is he trying to say? Look at what I can do? You can't stop me?" "Friends," interrupted Garcia, "I'm going to need at least some information before I even try to get anything out of a search. He's taking and leaving them on campus, so I'm guessing he doesn't necessarily need a vehicle. Does he live in the area?" "Yes, he's local or knows the area, he knows these women and he most likely knows the campus. Search for white males, early twenties with a record of violence and sexual misconduct. Cross-reference that with victims of reported abuse and sexual abuse in the last twenty five years. Run background checks for all university staff. Also have a look at similar victims and MOs in this area in the last five years. This may not be his first time," spoke Hotch. "On it, I'll get back to you when I've found something." "Thanks, Garcia."
You'd taken a shower as soon as you'd arrived home. The water was too hot and you'd scrubbed your skin too hard but getting out, you felt a slight bit better. Heavily disliking the way you still felt, you opted for a cup of Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar. Settling on the couch with a steaming cup in your hands, you tucked your legs beneath you and sighed.
Images of Mary's dead body were printed onto the inside of your eyelids. You still couldn't believe it. Your mind reeled as you tried to think of an explanation for it all. Whichever path you followed, you came up empty. You could not comprehend or imagine any reason of taking the life of an innocent person, especially in such a violent way. Luckily for you, you still didn't know the extent of the violence.
A familiar noise pulled you from your dark thoughts. Geoffrey had just jumped down from his cat tree. You watched him stretch and languidly walk over to you. He meowed once before jumping onto the couch, right next to you. You moved your legs so that you were sitting cross-legged and scratched his head. He purred in delight and pressed himself against you. He sniffed at your tea with an unimpressed look before climbing into your lap before letting himself flop down on his side, stretching out his appendages. You cooed as his pink toe-beans stretched too and laid a hand on his belly, scratching gently. The vibrations of his purrs had a calming effect on you. "Are you trying to make me forgive you for biting my ankle the other day when I wouldn't give you any more treats? You know Spencer says you're a bit overweight, I was just trying to get him to stop body-shaming you, my love..."
A few minutes later, you get a text from Spencer. About thirty minutes after that, you get a phone call from him. "Hey, would you mind coming to the station? It turns out you're the last person to have seen the victim."
"I'll do the cognitive interview." "Reid, I don't think that's a good idea." "Look, yes I'm invested, I know that. But I also know her and-" "Reid, no. This is the reason we such have procedures." "But I-" "Reid." Hotchner's tone translated finality. Spencer's shoulders sank in defeat. He had figured that if he had been the one conducting the interview, maybe it would have been less traumatic for you. He hated the idea of not being there for you, with you, during such a trying moment. He bit his bottom lip.
"I'll do it," volunteered Morgan. Reid felt slight comfort at that, Morgan was one of the few people he would entrust his life to. He could entrust you to him for the interview, even if he didn't like it. Hotchner nodded. "Reid, you work with Garcia, focus on finding other victims with the same MO to help build the profile." Reid nodded and went to find his colleagues.
When you entered the police station, it was almost like he could feel your presence. He came to find you straight away, not wanting to leave alone even for a second. "Hey." "Hey." Reid immediately pulled you in for a meaningful embrace, burying his face in your hair. The smell of your shampoo, conditionner and body wash were bliss to his nostrils. They were a promise that you were here, you were safe, you were okay. Morgan watched from afar, a small smile playing at his lips. He knew Reid, and the hug you exchanged was both too hasty and too tight to be anything casual. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry to have to make you come in, but they're going to do- well I wanted to do it but they wouldn't let me, so it's-"
A slightly older, very muscular and gentle man stepped forward, holding out his hand to you. You shook it. "I'm Agent Derek Morgan. I'm one of Spencer's colleagues. I'll be the one conducting the interview, seeing as there's a conflict of interest with you and Spencer. I hope you can understand that." You introduced yourself and looked at Spencer before answering Derek. "Yes, I understand, it's- it's not a problem." "Great, if you could just follow me, please?" You licked your lips and sent Spencer a look, which he answers with a nod of reassurance and a small smile, before following Derek.
"You can close your eyes if it makes you more comfortable." You were sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair. The light above you was ticking at uneven intervals and the room smelt of worry. You didn't know how you could get any more comfortable, but listening to Morgan's even, alto voice helped a bit. "Okay." You closed your eyes. "You told Agent Rossi that you crossed the victim somewhere around quarter to eleven. Is that correct?" "Uh, yes." "Where did you cross her?" "In the main hall." "Where were you going?" "Um, I had just been to the bathroom and I was heading to my Anglo-American Literary Survey class." "Okay, can you describe to me everything about the moment when you crossed the victim? What you saw, what you felt, smelled, heard? Was anything out of the ordinary?" You opened your eyes.
"Um, I'm sorry, but could you stop referring to Mary as the victim, please? She has a name, which is Mary Goldman, and a victim wasn't the only thing she was." Derek was slightly surprised at your comment but understood where you came from. Separating from the name was a way for profilers to gain some distance from the horrendous violence. Personally knowing the victim, you didn't have such luxury. "Of course, I apologise. What did you feel when you crossed Mary? Was anything out of place?"
You nodded in thanks and tried to bring yourself back to that moment. It seemed unreal, how such a small interaction suddenly held such importance. "O-Okay, uh, my hands are still a bit wet. There weren't any towels in the bathroom. I saw her after she saw me and we exchanged a smile. I thought she looked really pretty today, but I didn't tell her. We really don't know each other that well." "Okay, that's good. Was she wearing anything out of habit for her?" "Uhh, no, she was wearing a pleated skirt and a sweater vest. She often dresses like that, I don't know exactly why I thought she looked pretty. I guess she just looked happy. Nothing was out of the ordinary." "Good. Could you hear or smell anything?" "Yeah, well, there were the voices of other people in the hall. I can hear girls laughing. I smell Mary's perfume when she walks past me. She always wears the same one, it's Chanel, Mademoiselle Coco specifically, she told me once at a party."
"Okay, do you know where she's going?" "I- yeah, she's heading for her Behavioural Neuroscience class." "Is she walking in the right direction?" "Uh... Yes, yes, she is. She's not in too much of a hurry, though, she doesn't like the teacher." "So why is she heading there already, then? The class only starts at 11:30." "She likes to reread the material from the previous week before the class starts." "Why doesn't she like the teacher?" "No one does, all he does is read off his slides and he's a jerk when it comes to grading."
Morgan suppressed a smile at your comment. "Okay, thank you so much, Y/N, this was very helpful." "Was it? I didn't feel like-" "Yes, I promise you've just shared some crucial pieces of information." "O-Okay, if you say so."
All eyes were on Morgan as he entered the briefing room. He put his paper coffee cup down on the table and looked at Hotch. "Nothing was out of the ordinary. Mary was wearing habitual clothes and the same perfume she always wore. She was heading to the same class, as she did weekly, at the same time. My guess is this guy knew her routine and did a blitz attack. Y/N gave me the number of Mary's best friend, and according to her, Mary didn't have any guys in her life except for her dad and brother."
Hotchner nodded. Spencer couldn't help but feeling proud of you for being able to go through with the interview and to provide such useful information, too. He'd have to congratulate you when he got home. "Pretty boy and I found three similar victims in the last three years. They weren't connected to this case because they were in another university, just on the other side of the state line. Last year, three girls, university students, were killed, same MO, all disappeared for about three hours before being found dead in front of the university, they attended," Garcia spoke from the speaker. Spencer nodded in agreement to her words. "What did the police find back then?" asked Emily. "Nothing, they- uh, did all they could during the month that the three murders happened but after the third victim, the unsub stopped," Spencer answered. "Stopped?" Emily repeated, brows drawn together in confusion. "Yeah, he just- stopped killing and disappeared. Our best guess is that something triggered him then and that the same thing triggered him now."
"Oh, another thing," Garcia sounded reluctant to share the information she had, "I looked at all the victims' pictures and... well, I'll just send them to you, that'll be easier."
Spencer's blood ran ice cold as he stared at the four girls on the screen. They all looked exactly like you.
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rain, rain, (don't) go away
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: you put your trust in a handsome stranger in the midst of a bit of bizarre wet weather. what could go wrong? (4.6k)
warnings: minimal swearing
a/n: not quite the summer lando series i've been working on but the idea for this came to me in a dream a while ago lmao
It doesnât often rain in Monaco. Especially not during the summer.Â
So when you feel a drop splash against your forehead, then another, youâre wildly unprepared. You squint up at the rapidly darkening sky like it's personally wronged you, and youâre met with another raindrop, this time in your eye.Â
Part of you wonders if you could try and make it home before it starts to pour. The other part knows it would be an impossible feat given your lack of a car and how far youâd have to run in such a short amount of time. Even as you ponder the thought, the occasional drops turn into a heavy drizzle.Â
You barely make it under the nearest awning before it really starts to come down. All around you are people scrambling to get out of the rain and somewhere dry, caught off guard by the unexpected downpour like you are.Â
âCrazy rain, huh?â You startle at the sound of a voice from next to you, gaze snapping to your left to see a man huddled under the same awning, most likely having come up with the same idea you did. âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you.â He apologizes, holding his hands up in surrender. âI take it you werenât expecting rain when you left the house today either?âÂ
You scoff, chuckling. âWas anybody?âÂ
You tear your eyes away from the sky to look at him once more, and to say youâre pleasantly surprised is an understatement.Â
Your awning buddy is awfully attractive, and looks to be around your age too. A form-fitting black sweater stretches across broad shoulders, paired with baggy blue jeans that might not have worked for everyone, but definitely suits him well. Heâs smiling at you too, a lopsided grin that has you intrigued by him. âThe one time I didn't check my weather app before I headed out.âÂ
âYou actually check the weather app?â He chuckles, tilting his head.Â
âYou donât?âÂ
âCanât say that I do. Usually I just trust the vibes when I look out the window. Didnât really work out today, though.â He holds his palm out from under the makeshift shelter, letting the rain pool in his hand before dumping it on the ground, flicking his fingers to rid them of the excess drops with a scrunched nose. âIs this your first time in Monaco?âÂ
You shook your head, smiling softly. âI live here. You?â He bobs his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. âItâs never rained like this though, especially this time of year.âÂ
âIf itâs any consolation, I reckon itâll stop soon. Itâs usually pretty quickââÂ
A bolt of lightning flashes through the sky right at that moment, followed by a clap of thunder not five seconds later. If it continues on like this, you might be stuck here forever.Â
âHuh! Maybe not.â The man sounds amused, aiming a sympathetic smile at you. You canât help but chuckle, and you notice it makes him perk up a bit, looking pleased with himself. âHope you donât have anywhere to be.âÂ
âHonestly? I donât. But Iâd rather not be standing under this awning til the storm lets up. Could be ages, by the looks of it.âÂ
A stream rushes its way down the street, carrying a sad swirl of leaves down the storm drain at the corner along with it. It seems everyone else has come to their senses and found somewhere warm and dry to wait out the sudden storm because when you look around, the two of you are the only ones still outside.Â
As if the man can sense what youâre thinking, he speaks. Heâs smiling hopefully at you, head tilted invitingly. âThereâs a cafe down the block that was open before it started to rain. Care to join me?âÂ
Normally, youâd be wary about a handsome stranger inviting you to an unknown location. This seems like one of those situations youâve been warned about, but right now you canât find it in yourself to care. Itâs about time you put yourself out there, take a chance for once. Youâre pretty sure he wonât try to kidnap you.Â
âIâd love to.â You reply. You peer out at the dreary grey sky again, lips twisting into a grimace. âIs it just me or does it seem to be raining harder?âÂ
âI say we make a break for it. Run like hell on three.â He says firmly. You nod and he does the same, holding out his hand. You slip your fingers through his without a second thought. âOne, two, threeâgo, go, go!âÂ
You both take off in a wild sprint down the sidewalk, splashing through puddles on your way. He giggles the whole time, peals of laughter bouncing off the cobbled street that sound gleeful. Youâre laughing too, because who wouldâve ever thought youâd be running through the rain hand in hand with a guy youâve only just met?
He tugs you along, leading the way to your destination confidently. Well, as confident as one can while being half-blinded by a torrential downpour.Â
You nearly slip as you make a poor attempt at a sudden stop when he finally slows, and you probably wouldâve ended up flat on your ass if he hadnât grabbed you by your forearms, steadying you with an infectious grin that you canât help but return.Â
The bell above the door rings when the two of you stumble inside, soaked to the bone even in the very short time it took to get down the road. But you know what they say, when it rains, it pours.Â
He shakes the rainwater from his hair not unlike a dog would shake out its fur, and in the process splatters you with the droplets. Normally you wouldnât be too happy about it, but youâre already drenched and heâs very cute, so you donât mind.Â
The place is pretty much empty when you look around, save for a handful of other patrons doing their own things. Itâs cute thoughâcozy and warm, the smell of coffee beans and something sweet floating through the air. You never noticed it before, but itâs exactly the kind of cafe that you love.Â
The man seems to notice that youâre still holding hands, because his cheeks turn pink and he drops it, smiling rather bashfully.Â
âSorry. Iâm Lando, by the way.â He introduces himself softly, rubbing the back of his neck. You tell him your name and he repeats it, testing it out on his tongue. Youâre not ashamed to admit you like the way it sounds when heâs the one saying it. âNice to meet you.âÂ
âNice to meet you too.âÂ
âIâm gonna go order something so they donât think weâre loitering. Preferably something hot, because Iâve got water in places water definitely shouldnât be.â He shudders, pulling his soggy sweater away from his torso as proof. âDo you want anything?âÂ
You ponder for a moment before responding. âA latte sounds amazing right now. Iâll pay you back, of course.âÂ
Lando shakes his head, backpedaling towards the counter. âMy treat. You just sit there and look pretty.â You roll your eyes playfully at him, but smile nonetheless. âOh look, youâre doing great already!âÂ
That makes your cheeks grow hot. Youâve just met Lando and heâs flirting with you, and you don't mind at all. In fact, you have half a mind to flirt back.Â
He finds you at a table soon after, balancing two cups and a concerningly large paper bag. You pop to your feet, carefully grabbing the bag to ease the load, and peer into it. Thereâs at least five different pastries inside, all of them looking absolutely mouthwatering.Â
âI hope youâre hungry. Got convinced to buy a few things by the lovely old lady at the counter.â Lando says sheepishly, sliding into the seat opposite you. âVery persuasive, she is.âÂ
You shrug. âI could eat.âÂ
Youâre not sure how long you sit there, chatting with each other like you're the only two in the world. Itâs surprisingly easy to talk to him too. Heâs funny and quick-witted and he talks very animatedly with his hands, you notice. You find it cute.Â
Lando tells you about himself, asks about you and your life story, and you find yourself settling in nicely with his friendly nature. This isnât a date by any means, but he makes it feel like one by the way he truly pays attention to you and what you're saying, nodding along closely with rapt attention. As far as listeners go, he's a fantastic one.Â
Youâve also learned a lot about him. He was born and raised in the UK, but moved here a few years ago for work. What exactly did for work, he wasnât too forthcoming with, but you donât pay it any mind. Youâve just met, after all. Youâre not expecting him to tell you his whole life story.Â
But it also doesnât feel like youâve just met. You arenât sure why, but Lando has this way of making you feel like youâve known each other for ages, of making you feel comfortable and at ease with every word out of his mouth.Â
Your clothes and hair have just started to dry out a bit, and youâre having a great time. Such a nice time, you donât even notice the girl approaching your table. Lando sees her before you do, and he smiles politely.Â
âHi, Iâm so sorry to bother you guys, but are you Lando Norris?â She asks hopefully. She looks young, maybe fifteen or sixteen. Her eyes flick to you, and you can tell sheâs nervous, so you smile back. Youâre confused to say the least, but you remember what you were like at her age. She reminds you a bit of yourself.Â
Lando nods. âI am, yeah. Whatâs your name?âÂ
âValeria. But everyone here just calls me Val. Iâm the ownerâs granddaughter, so I work here all the time.âÂ
âWell, itâs very nice to meet you, Val.âÂ
She looks positively starstruck now, hands trembling as she holds up her phone. âWould you mind if I got a photo with you? You can totally say no if Iâm interrupting something, IââÂ
âYouâre alright, love, donât worry.â Lando stands, moving into selfie position next to her. The poor girlâs arm shakes so much youâre positive the photo wonât turn out clear at all, so you slide out of your seat too.Â
âHere, let me.â You take the phone gently, motioning the two of them to scoot closer to get them in frame with each other.Â
Val looks a combination of relieved and grateful, while Lando gives off nothing but a cool, albeit reserved, confidence. The same kind of confidence a celebrity might have when approached by a fan of theirs. But certainly Lando couldnât be famousâŠright?Â
You shake away the idea, snapping a handful of photos before passing it back to her, figuring there can never be too many to choose from. She beams bright, hugging him quickly, then to your surprise, gives you a hug as well.Â
âThank you so much! Iâll get out of your hair now. Enjoy your food!â With that, she hurries away with a bounce in her step, disappearing into the kitchen.Â
You turn to Lando with arched brows. âThat was interesting.âÂ
âSo interesting.â He echoes, but his tone makes it sound like he doesnât quite agree.Â
âWhat are you, famous or something?â You mean it as a light jest, but Lando looks guilty for some reason. He beckons for you to take your seat again, sliding back into his own before offering you a sheepish smile.Â
âUm, there might be something I havenât told you yet.âÂ
âShit, are you actually famous?âÂ
â...Yeah, kinda.â You arch a curious brow, and he sighs, but not in exasperation. âIâm a Formula One racing driver. For McLaren.â
Formula OneâŠracingâŠit all sounds slightly familiar, but you canât quite place it. Then it dawns on you.Â
Lando isnât just a local celebrityâheâs literally world famous.Â
Youâve heard your friends talk about the races before, a few of your relatives who keep up with the sport, but youâd never paid it any mind. It just wasnât something you could see yourself being interested in. That really famous race that takes place here in the streets every year that makes traffic an absolute fucking nightmare the whole week, Lando drives in that race, and countless others around the world, if you recall your limited knowledge correctly.Â
HeâsâŠcool. And heâs sitting right here with you in a tiny cafe, and you had no idea who he was.Â
âOh my god, you must think I live under a rock or something! This is so embarrassing, IââÂ
âNo, no! Iâm notâI donât go around expecting everyone to know who I am, I swear. Itâs just that most people usually do recognize me, and it saves me the whole âhaving to tell them Iâm famousâ thing, which always just makes things really awkward, andâŠyeah.âÂ
âThings donât have to be awkward.âÂ
âNo?âÂ
âNo. We donât even have to talk about it.âÂ
âWe donât?â He sounds a tad wary, but when you nod, the tension in his posture melts away. Relief floods his features at once. âThank you. Itâs actually quite nice to meet someone who has no idea what I do. Makes me feel normal for once.âÂ
âGlad my lack of sports knowledge makes you feel like a regular guy,â You joke, nudging his foot with yours under the table. He gives you a light kick in return, infectious smile back in full bloom once again. You quite like it when he smiles.Â
Youâve just moved on to a new topic that has nothing to do with Landoâs job when his phone buzzes, making him jolt in surprise. He digs it out of his pocket, and when he sees the name flash across the screen, his eyes go wide.Â
âSorry, hang on. Iâve gotta get this.â He says, hitting the answer button. Itâs a quick phone call, and you try your best not to eavesdrop, but whoever is on the other line has Lando worked up when he hangs up.Â
âEverything okay?â You ask lightly. Lando bobs his head quickly.Â
âYeah, itâsâI, uh, Iâve gotta go. I forgot about a work event, apparently. That was my press officer, wondering where the hell I am and how fast I can get there.â He sounds disappointed, smiling almost sadly. âSo much for feeling normal.âÂ
You try your best not to let your face fall when you nod. âI should get going too. Get home before the next freak summer rainstorm.âÂ
Itâs nice when you step outside. You tilt your face up towards the sky, feeling the sun warm your face. This is the Monaco you know and love. Though if it hadnât rained, you wouldâve never met Lando.Â
He turns to face you, shoving his hands into his pockets. âThanks for the nice afternoon. I had a good time.âÂ
âMe too.âÂ
âMaybe Iâll see you around?âÂ
âMaybe you will.âÂ
âI certainly hope so.â He says softly. You shift slightly on the balls of your feet, suddenly feeling awkward. Youâre not sure how to leave things with him, and it looks like he feels the same by the way he mirrors your actions. âUm, I really should leave, soâŠgoodbye, I guess?â The look on his face tells you that leaving is the last thing he wants to do, but he has to.Â
âBye, Lando.âÂ
âBye.â He echoes, one more time before turning away from you to head down the street.Â
You can only bring yourself to wait a few seconds before you call his name again. He turns around instantly despite his hurry, meeting your gaze. You want to say something to him thatâll make him remember you, because chances are youâll never cross paths again. If you were brave enough, maybe you'd even ask him for his number. But youâre not, so you donât. Instead, you just smile at him.Â
âThanks for the latte.âÂ
If heâs disappointed, he hides it well. He smiles back at you, warm and bright like the sun beginning to peek out from behind the clouds. âOf course.âÂ
You watch him walk away, fighting that pesky little feeling in your gut telling you that youâre making a mistake by letting him go. Itâll go away soon, and youâll go on with your life like youâre meant to.Â
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You find yourself going back to the same cafe often, whenever you're out and want a little treat before you go home. The pastries are always still as delicious as the first time you had them, and youâve become well acquainted with the staff as the time goes on.Â
Oh, and that feeling you had when you let Lando leave without a word?Â
It never went away. Itâs still here, worming its way into your thoughts every chance it can get.Â
Youâre a little embarrassed to admit that every time you walk into the cafe, you hope youâll see Lando. Itâs wishful thinking more than anything, hoping heâll be there when you go. Heâs probably busy doing his thing anywhere but here, busy racing around in the world to the tune of thousands of screaming fans. Youâre not sure if he even remembers you, or the afternoon youâd spent together.Â
Why would he? In the world of Lando Norris, world famous Formula One driver, youâre probably just a speck of dirt in his rearview mirror.Â
The thought gets pushed to the back of your mind as you step up to the counter to order. Val beams at you from behind the register.Â
âHey, Val,â You greet the young girl warmly, returning her smile. Youâve become quite fond of her and her youthful energy, and she always brightens your day. âHowâs business going?âÂ
âOh you know, same old.â Val waves an absentminded hand in the air as she keys in your usual order with the other. Her smile turns mischievous at the same time, like she knows something you donât, and you narrow your eyes at her, already knowing what she's going to ask. âHave you heard from Lando?âÂ
âNo, I havenât. Howâs summer school going?âÂ
She makes a funky face at you, rolling her eyes. âBoring. Way to change the subject though.â Before she can press any more about Lando, someone calls her name from the kitchen. âUgh, Iâll be right back. Make yourself comfy, wait for your order, you know the drill!âÂ
You chuckle to yourself, heading straight for your usual table by the window to wait for your name to be called.Â
You like to sit while you enjoy your food and drink, watching the people and cars go by outside. The streets of Monaco are always busy and bustling, but being in here feels like a pocket of peace.Â
âIs this seat taken?âÂ
Your brow crinkles at the sudden voice, because you know for a fact there are at least four or five other empty tables available other than the one youâre currently sitting at, but this person chose to to ask you.Â
Pocket of peaceâŠdisrupted.Â
You let out a short sigh through your nose, turning your head from the window to politely tell them to find another seat, preferably at a table that isnât yours, and thatâs when you see him.Â
Lando is grinning at you when you look over, lopsided and endearing just like the first time you met him.Â
âOh fuck!â You canât help the expletive that falls from your mouth at the sight of him, even though thereâs a thousand other things youâd told yourself youâd say to Lando if you ever saw him again. Heâs got his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants, and heâs rocking on the balls of his feet slightly like heâs nervous as he waits for you to do something other than curse at him. âLando! Iâyouâhi.âÂ
âHi,â He echoes, shoulders creeping up towards his ears. All you can do is stare at him, wide eyed in disbelief. âMind if I sit?âÂ
âYes. I mean, no. I mean, yes, you can sit.â You fumble over your words like youâre not used to speaking, feeling your cheeks flame embarrassingly hot. Lando just chuckles, sliding into the chair across from you. âUm, so howâve you been?âÂ
He rubs at the back of his neck, bobbing his head. âGood! Bit busy. We had a triple header the last three weeks, so itâs just nice to be home again.âÂ
âOh, I bet. I donât think Iâd be very good company if I couldnât sleep in my own bed for three straight weeks.âÂ
âThatâs fair. Though to be honest, Iâve gotten scarily good at falling asleep anywhere. If itâs a flat surface, I can nap.âÂ
âI donât know whether to be impressed or concerned.âÂ
âImpressed would be mint. Otherwise I just sound like a dumbass.âÂ
You laugh at that, and in this moment, you realize just how much youâve missed Lando. No matter how many times youâve tried to convince yourself to forget about him, to convince yourself that there was no point in pining after someone youâd only spent a few hours with, it all came back to this. You missed him because you like him.Â
âI need to tell you something.â He blurts suddenly, bracing his elbows on the table.Â
You nod, expression turning thoughtful. Whatever thoughts youâre having about liking Lando can wait. âSure, go ahead.âÂ
âThis is gonna sound unbelievably weird and maybe even a little bit creepy, but I need to get it off my chest or else I think Iâll regret it for the rest of my life.â If you didnât know any better, youâd say that Lando looked nervous. The bouncing of his leg you can feel under the table and the way he plays with his fingers supports your theory.Â
You cock your head at him, reaching across the surface to steady his fidgeting with a hand over both of his. His gaze snaps down to your touching hands, and you can see him visibly gulp.Â
âWhatâs going on? Are you okay, is something wrong?âÂ
He shakes his head quickly. âNo, nothingâs wrong. Everything isâŠthe opposite, really. Everything is right. Meeting you, finding my way back to youâhere of all places. I donât believe in fate or anything like that, but this sure feels like something along those lines.âÂ
âLando, Iââ
âI havenât been able to stop thinking about you since that afternoon. I tried everything. Nothing worked. I couldnât get you out of my head.â He confesses. His fingers curl around yours gently, thumb stroking over the ridges of your knuckles. âIf Iâm being completely with myself, I think itâs because I didnât want to get you out of my head. And I just got off the plane an hour ago, but instead of going home and passing out like I usually do, I came here, hoping that somehow, youâd be here too.âÂ
âCan I say something now?â You ask lightly, stifling a giggle.Â
His cheeks flush an embarrassed pink, and he motions for you to go ahead. âYeah, yeah, sorry. I talk too much when I get nervous. Iâm working on it, Iâfuck, sorry again. You go. Iâll shut up.âÂ
âI still think itâs cute.â
âIs that the only thing about me you still think is cute, orâŠ?âÂ
That gets another laugh out of you. You chuckle, giving his hand a squeeze. âNot at all. I still think all of you is cute, andâŠI havenât been able to stop thinking about you either. We havenât known each other long, but I really like you, Lando.â Â
âI could kiss you right now.âÂ
âWhatâs stopping you?â
You donât have time to second guess your newfound confidence before heâs leaning across the table, sliding a large hand over your jaw and pressing his lips against yours. Lando kisses you softlyâgentle, like heâs worried youâll pull away if heâs too forward with it.Â
Youâre fully aware that youâre smiling like a madman against his lips, but in your defense, he is too. His eyes open slowly when you pull away, almost tentatively as if heâs not quite sure what just happened actually happened.Â
He leans back just enough to study you, letting his gaze flit around your face, taking in every detail he possibly can. All while he grins larger than Cheshire cat, like heâs a kid whose parents just told them they could get whatever they wanted at the candy shop, instead of kissing you for the first time.Â
âI was gonna be nice and bring you your order, but it looks like youâve already got something sweet.â Valâs voice cuts through the moment, and when you look over at her, she looks over the moon.Â
âLando, you remember Val, right?âÂ
âUh huh,â Lando hums, holding out his hand for a fist bump that she happily gives him. âThanks again for the heads up.âÂ
âHold on, what? What heads up?âÂ
The two of them share a look, like theyâre debating whether or not to tell you their secret. Then Lando sighs, giving her a go ahead nod, and she squeals, setting your food down.Â
âOkay, so you know how you come in here all the time after work? Well me, being the keenly observant, brilliant young mind I am, noticed a pattern. You come on the same days, at the same time, and you never stray.â She explains excitedly, all but bouncing on the balls of her feet. You aim a questioning glance over at Lando, who just gives another amused nod.
Val continues excitedly, âSo Iâm expecting you today, right? But then the door opens and guess who walks in? Lando! He asks me if youâve ever come back here after that one day and Iâm like oh my god, you have no idea! So I tell him to wait a half hour for you, and now youâre both here and my matchmaking skills can be put to rest.â
âAre you being serious right now? Really, I canât tell.âÂ
She tilts her head, popping a hand on her hip. For the same girl whoâd been so nervous to meet Lando just weeks ago, sheâs got a surprising amount of sass in his presence today. âWhy would I not be serious? Iâm basically a genius, and I expect to be invited to the wedding. Youâre welcome, by the way.âÂ
âAlright, thatâs enough, cheers, Val!â Lando blurts, shooting her a pointed look.Â
âCan I get paddock passes for making this whole thing happen? Preferably Monaco but I could probably make it to Monza too. Imola is a little far.âÂ
Lando blinks at her for a few moments, probably seeing if she actually means it. When all she does is raise her eyebrows, he concedes. âMaybe. Iâll make some calls, see what I can do.âÂ
âFantastic. Well, Iâll leave you two lovebirds alone!âÂ
You both watch as she all but skips happily off, then turn back to each other.Â
âSheâsâŠdefinitely something,â You sigh, shaking your head. Secretly, you owe her everything.Â
âEh, I dunno. Kidâs growing on me.â He reaches across the table, lacing his fingers through yours with a fond twinkle in those pretty eyes of his.Â
âHow serious are you about those paddock passes?âÂ
âI meanâŠshe did help me out massively. Iâd have missed you if it werenât for her.â Lando shrugs, rubbing an absentminded thumb over yours. âI hope you know I wouldâve come back until I found you again. Everyday, if I had to.âÂ
âMe too.âÂ
If youâd told your past self that a bizarre summer rainstorm in sunny Monaco wouldâve led you to where you are right now, you wouldnât have believed it. But now, as you sit here with Lando, smiling at each other like complete and total idiots, youâve never been more grateful for a bit of unexpected rain.
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Your Roommate Sukuna
âThat Time He Got Jealous Of His Twin Brotherâ
Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader
Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukunaâs living situation!!
Contains: brothers au, pure fluff, slight Yuuji x Reader but we all know who youâre really here for, Sukuna is down bad, narration is mostly from Sukunaâs POV
Word Count: 1.80k
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Sukuna is a fucking geinus.
His plan is full proof. His brothers put him in charge of buying the tickets for some stupid ass movie Yuuji wants to go see, and you always write your work schedule down on the calendar taped to the fridge. Sure, yeah, maybe he had to call out sick for today because this was the only day that Choso had work and you didnât, but now he knows that his plan will fall perfectly into place. Yuuji is already at the apartment, youâll come downstairs eventually, and Yuuji will invite you to come to the movie in Chosoâs place, making it look like a total coincidence and definitely not something heâs been meticulously planning all week.
Could he have just, I donât know, asked you to go on a date with him? Of course not, thatâs fucking ridiculous. This makes so much more sense.
I mean, you absolutely loved The Human Centipede, definitely werenât covering your eyes in terror and disgust when he showed it to you, so itâs a no brainer that youâll just adore Human Earthworm. Hah! What a fuckinâ joke, youâll be dragging Sukuna out of the theatre within five minutes and begging him to take you out somewhere else without his annoying twin brother.
Itâs perfect.
Him and Yuuji are lounging on opposite ends of the couch while Yuuji is going on and on about an Elden Ring boss he canât beat. Sukuna has his boots propped up on the coffee table and his arms resting behind his head as he half listens to his brother, and more so keeps an ear out for your footsteps upstairs.
âI was gonna try and beat her without summons but sheâs kicking my ass, how many tries did it take you?â
âOne.â
âUgh!â Yuuji flops backwards on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and shoving it over his face, his defeated whines muffled through the plush cotton, âSheâs so impossible!â
Footsteps, finally. As you walk into the living room Yuuji uncovers his face, and you stop dead in your tracks, pointing at him, and then his brother, back and forth a few times before rubbing your eyes.
âHoly shit, thereâs two of you?â
Oh yeah, I never mentioned my family huh?
Sukuna just gives you a smug smirk, âThree, but the emo one couldnât make it.â
Yuuji perks up, jolting upright on the couch and giving you a bright smile, âHi! Iâm the normal one!â
You pull a chair out from the kitchen table, plopping yourself down into the wooden seat, âI think Iâm gonna faint.â
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Sukuna is⊠a fucking idiot.
He knew his brother had a bubbly personality and could get along with literally anyone, but how was he supposed to know that you two would hit it off so well? Yuuji is pulling out all the stops, holding the door open for you, offering to pay for your popcorn, god itâs like heâs trying to get on Sukunaâs nerves.
Granted, itâs not like Sukuna told him that he likes you, but I mean for fucks sake thatâs his twin brother! Shouldnât he have some sort of sixth sense for this kind of thing?
That pink haired fucker has you wrapped around his little finger, youâre looking at him with googly eyes and cheesing like itâs fucking picture day. Ridiculous. Why donât you ever smile like that for him? Heâs funny!
Iâm never letting him in the apartment again.
The three of you walk up to the top row of the nearly empty theater, Sukuna making sure to sit right between you and Yuuji. Previews are rolling on the screen as Sukuna is trying his damndest to hide the scowl on his face, his large arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the way the large screen reflects different colors into your eyes. He didnât really think this far ahead, heâs got you next to him at the movies but⊠what now? Heâs mentally kicking himself enough as it is for not considering his overly charismatic brother, and now heâs realizing that he doesnât even know what his own intentions are.
Did he just want to take you somewhere? Is he trying to sleep with you? Does he want to be⊠romantic with you?
God, what has he become? Heâs supposed to be the tough fucking scary guy and heâs not only getting shown up by his nerdy brother, but also getting nervous at the thought of making a move on you.
Yuuji flings popcorn in your direction, making you squeal out a giggle as it gently lands in your hair. Sukuna groans, hardly paying attention as heâs deep in thought, running his finger through your hair and flicking the popcorn away. Heâs so consumed in his own head that he completely misses the blush that tints your cheeks at his tender touch.
Should I have even bothered with this? I feel like staying at the house wouldâve been better at this point.
A piece of popcorn flies into his eye.
âUgh,â This is so stupid, Sukuna rubs his eyelid with his thumb, âWatch it, brat.â
Yuuji tosses his hands up defensively and you giggle again, leaning over the armrest and placing your pointer finger on Sukunaâs cheek, tilting his face to turn towards you. Have your eyes always been that bright?
âOoh, bullseye.â He can feel your breath fanning on his face, youâre so close, but just as abruptly as you leaned in, you lean back into your seat. God, he wants more than anything to tell you to come back, but the words wouldnât be able to escape his lips if he tried. Unfortunately, all he manages to do is glare down at you and make you shift awkwardly under his gaze, mumbling out a quick apology.
Fuck. I think I scared them.
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From what youâve been able to gather, this movie is weird. Is it horror or romance? Youâve been having trouble paying attention, far too distracted by Yuuji leaning over the very annoyed looking Sukuna to excitedly whisper tidbits about the movie to you. But every time you look over to Yuuji your eyes canât help but wander to Sukunaâs profile, the flashing lights of the large screen illuminating his tattooed skin, his bottom lip tutting out to blow the loose strand of his pink hair resting on his brow out of his eyes-
Ah dammit, Iâm doing it again.
Youâre so confused. Sukuna has been giving you mixed signals all night, sweetly running his fingers through your hair one moment, then glowering at you like he wants you dead the next. Heâs so unpredictable, and youâve been so distracted by him all evening that youâve hardly been able to pay any attention to poor Yuuji, giving him bright smiles and fake laughs while your mind is completely consumed with Sukuna.
Heâs been so grumpy the entire evening, youâve been feeling like heâs⊠disappointed? Is he mad his other brother couldnât come? Is he mad that you took the emo oneâs place? Would he rather somebody else have gone to the movie with him? It was Yuujiâs idea for you to tag along, so itâs safe to assume that if Sukuna wanted you here he would have just invited you, right?
But then every now and again his eyes flicker to you, watching. Why is he looking at you like that? With his gaze so uncharacteristically soft, scanning your face like heâs searching for something, from the corner of your eye you can catch him looking at your lips.
Is there something on my face?
Youâre ripped from your thoughts as a blood curdling scream erupts from the speakers, making you jump in your seat. You catch the tiniest glimpse of a smirk creeping on the corner of Sukunaâs lips as he sits like a rock, completely unbothered as per usual. You gently kick his foot under the seat, and he presses his large boot onto the top of your sneaker, pinning your shoe under his and keeping your foot locked in place under the sole of his steel toe boot.
You cross your arms over your chest, letting out a frustrated huff at him that only makes his grin grow wider, his face still pointed towards the large screen as he flashes his canines at you. He props his elbow on the armrest between you, resting his chin on the ball of his palm as he peers down at you with a smug grin.
âYou ready to get out of here yet?â
Cocky fucker, I swear he gets off on making me mad.
âNo.â You snap back defensively.
Unbeknownst to you, his question was not rhetorical. But youâre in it now, determined to sit through this entire movie even if it kills you. Youâre bothering him enough just by being here, the last thing you want to do is make him feel like he needs to leave.
His smirk shifts into a grimace as he taps his boot on top of your shoe. You slide your sneaker away but he loops his calf around yours and pulls your leg towards him, gently kicking your foot. If you didnât know better youâd almost think he was⊠trying to play footsies with you? Youâre not really sure what heâs trying to do, all you know is that heâs still leaning on the armrest between you and probably unintentionally pulling you closer by your leg.
Your arm brushes against his as you try to maneuver your elbow onto the armrest, quietly muttering to him âYouâre hogging up all the space.â
He leans down slightly to whisper in your ear, âTragic. Use the other one.â
You nudge his forearm with your elbow, âJust move your arm.â
He lets out a quiet âTchâ and raises his arm to rest over the back of your seat instead, âThis better, brat?â
You nod your head as a blush creeps onto your cheeks, luckily hidden by the darkness in the room. When you relax back into your chair you can feel his arm pressing into the back of your neck and his fingers lightly graze against your shoulder. It feels⊠kinda comforting, you canât help but wonder what it would feel like to lean into his touch and your heart starts to pound at the thought.
You donât dare to look at Sukuna, deciding to quietly enjoy the moment. Which is a real shame, because if you did look at him thereâs a chance youâd catch the way heâs gnawing on his bottom lip with a face that looks almost as flustered as your own.
He might be enjoying this more than you are, and he might even be thinking that having to sit through this movie might not be so bad after all.
A/N: POV you and Sukuna are two idiots who are into each other but neither of you have the balls to do something about it. Also writing Sukunaâs POV for the narration was SO FUN!!! We love our delusional king who sees you god forbid smile at another person and immediately assumes youâre in love with them Dividers by @adornedwithlight
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strip for me.
part five | lhs.
pairings: hyungline x reader
synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you canât get away from.
wc: 8k
warnings: smut, minors dni, fivesome, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, raw sex (please use protection), dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.
note: lee heeseungâs solo part. next one will be jayâs. thank you so much for supporting my works and loving strip for me series. also, this doesnât have heavy smut since i want to show the boyâs affection with reader outside the bed even more. anyway, reblogs and replies are highly encouraged.
part one; two; three; four
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you got sick the day after. maybe because your body got overwhelmed and didnât expect that kind of activity. they let you rest for as long as you like until you finally regained your senses.
it was almost 10 pm when heeseung drove you home. both of you silent throughout the drive. heeseungâs glancing at you from time to time, but you refused looking at him.
your mom isnât really skeptical about it. its also a good thing that she didnât wonder why the hell did you get sick the day after because you have no idea what will you tell her.
todayâs saturday. you skipped school yesterday and just laid on your bed the whole time.
your mind is still occupied by the big question: âwhat are you for those boys?â
they did took care of you that definitely ruin the whole concept of you being their toy and made you confused. the switch up is totally odd as well. theyâre always so rude and harsh towards you, then suddenly they went soft and gentle.
that tho, didnât change the fact that you felt used. (name)âs words kept repeating inside your mind like a broken radio.
a faint knock on your bedroom door snaps you out of you thoughts.
ây/n?â its your mom. âyou have visitors. your friends are here.â she announced that draws your brows together.
âfriends?â youâre beyond confuse.
nobody ever visited you, and more importantly, what friends? while feeling a little disoriented, you forced yourself out of the bed then faced the mirror once.
the smile on your motherâs face is bright, looking so delighted. she feels excited by this visit sheâs referring to, you can tell by how she ushered you down the staircase.
âmom, wait.â you tried calming her down because you canât think properly on who those friends sheâs talking about.
âcome on! theyâre waiting.â and finally, you made it to the last step then she almost drag you to the spacious living room.
your lips gapped when you saw them dominates the sofa set by the middle. its just the four of them but it seem too crowded. maybe because theyâre all so tall and now the average looking sofa looks a bit small for them.
they all whipped their heads on your direction the moment you stepped inside. you cannot exactly tell the look on their faces. your mom smiles and tugs your arm lightly.
âthey said theyâve been worried, sweetie. why didnât you told them that youâre sick?â she pouts.
you blinked, pushing the tears back inside your eyes. its a bit annoying. how you planned to ignore them after what happened and now you can feel your heart warms up just by seeing them here. how all the courage to finally end it dissipates along with your anger for the four fine men in front of you.
its kind of sickening. you find yourself pathetic for actually letting them affect you this way. they make you feel worthless, but at the same time theyâre the only ones who can make you feel special.
âiâm s-sorry, it slipped off my mind.â you sniffed and tried to hide the real emotion through a half-smile.
your mom totally bought that reason. she hums and then she can hear a faint ringing from the other side of the house.
âoh! that must be my workmate. iâll leave you guys here, okay? i will order food for you guys.â she coos and then exits the living room, leaving you alone with them.
their eyes settles at you, flashing with an foreign look on it. that made you feel uneasy so you glanced away.
âsweets,â jake was the first one to approach you closer, reaching for your arm.
his heart sank when you yank it back, declining his affection. he looks surprised and he wanted to try again, but he doesnât want to push it.
âwhy are y-you here?â your voice cracks and looked at them one by one.
jay looks concerned, heeseung have his usual calm composure and sunghoonâs brows are furrowed. you canât tell if heâs mad or worried. he stood up, stopping himself to advance towards you. he doesnât want to scare you.
âwe just want to check on you...â sunghoon says in his softest tone. he licked his lips, blinking multiple times to try and calm himself.
your view of sunghoon got covered when jake steps closer, his brows furrowed hardly and eyes glistening with sadness. his hand hangs mid way, attempting to get in touch of you, craving it.
âwe got worried when you skipped class yesterday. we tried to call you, sweetheart.â jake looks desperate. it slightly broke your heart seeing him this way. his mischievous smile long gone.
âbut you ignored all of us...â it was jay who talked this time.
you gave him a short glance. the stare stays for a while before you pursed your lips to sigh heavily. chest tightens and mind all messed up.
âwhat happened, sweets?â jake steps closer.
out of all of them, heâs the most touch deprived. one day without you and heâs all over the place. not to mention that youâve been ignoring all of them. none of their attempts to contact you became successful and its sending him in distress.
you glanced at him then took a step backward. it pinned him on his position, eyes blank. jake looks in pain, but you looked much worst.
heeseung may seem calm, but behind this composed demeanour is his mind being a mess. heâs in panic. he never seen you this way and honestly heâs not prepared. he gulps and tries to gather himself.
âjake...â he calls his friend to stop him from advancing more.
as expected, he didnât listen and attempts to take another step but a tear escaping your eye is what halts him from doing so. they never seen you this bothered and terrified before.
âsweets...â jake almost chokes on air when he softly tries to call you.
âp-please leave.â your breaths heavy, and chest painful from thinking that youâll be ending what you have with them
its messed up. its very wrong. the set up is fucked up, but you canât deny that youâve gained more than you lost from thisâwhatever you call this.
it may sound exaggerated, but you think you saw all of their faces lose color. their eyes flickers fear and shoulders hangs low after hearing what you said.
âs-sweets...â jakeâs voice cracks, trying to earn some sympathy. he never done that. he isnât someone so weak. he always know where he stand and his power he holds over people. but not at the moment, specially not in front of you.
heeseung clenches his jaw to hide his trembling lips. he unclasped his fist, realizing heâs been doing that ever since youâve walked inside the room.
jayâs in shambles. he doesnât know what to feel at the moment. heâs always been the nonchalant one. never shown that thereâs a weak spot in him. but now that you seem to be slipping away from him, heâs lost. he can feel his heart aching, hands shaking and breaths shorten.
sunghoonâs silent. his eyes never left you, fists balled tightly. heâs cursing himself. for being so ruthless and aggressive. heâs blaming it all to him and his friends. theyâre so selfish. and youâre just too perfect. you did nothing wrong. it was all on them.
ây/n,â heeseung licks his lips and this time he trudges closer. jake glances at him, eyes full of hope. maybe his heeseung hyung can fix this mess. he can, right? thatâs what echoes inside his mind.
âangel...â he gulps and you noticed how heâs a little off right now. heâs far from the reserve and calm, heeseung youâre used to.
he looks... anxious. the fear and trepidation flashes clearly through his eyes. something youâve never seen before.
âtell me whatâs wrong, hmm? weâll talk about it.â he says using his calmest tone. âweâll figure things out.â
that caught you off-guard. if thereâs something about these four men have in common is that they love being in control of you. they get off seeing fear and watching you submit to them.
so to hear him saying those words are new for you. talk? will they really listen? what if they just laugh at you if you opened it up to them.
those questions clouded your mind to the point that you didnât notice jake approaching closer. heeseung wanted to stop him, but he knew thereâs no preventing jake from getting close. its either he lets him or heâll completely lose it.
jakeâs warm hands wraps over your wrist is what snaps you back in to your senses.
âsweets...â he calls you. his eyes scanned your face and wait if youâll resist his affection once again.
he gulps, hope igniting when you didnât shove his hold off. he took a step closer and this time cups your face. your cheeks warm that sent comfort to jake.
âtell us whatâs wrong...â he whispers, pleading. he rest his forehead on top of yours and shut his eyes. âplease.â he added.
that made you cry. because you got scared. youâre afraid to confront them because it may end everything.
âwhat a-am i to you, really?â you started that caught them off-guard.
ây-you guys...â they kept their stares right at your face, waiting attentively to what youâre about to say.
âyou treat me like a toy. youâre playing with me like as if i d-donât have feelings.â
if the scene moments ago hurts them, then this surely broke everything in them. they were silent for a while. reflecting to all the things theyâve done so far to you. yes, they were a little less insolent the other day, but what they did to you probably made you misunderstand it.
jake was the first one to retract, âwhat? no, sweetheart.â he licks his lips and cares your cheeks gently. he shakes his head continuously.
âwe...â he gulps, nervous. he locks his gaze at you and softens, tears brimming his eyes. âi love you.â he blurted out that made you hitch your breath.
that obviously is not what you expected to get from him. specially from jake. heâs the player, always have girls around him. youâve never heard him say those words to anyone.
your eyes stares right at his desperate ones, trying to search for any traces of mischief over them. but none. sincerity and desperation is all you can see through them.
a warm hand rests at the small of your back then someone rests his forehead at the side of your head. his familiar manly scent invades your nose.
jayâs eyes are tightly closed when you try to glance at him. his jaw clenched hard as his hand bore onto your back.
âiâm sorry if you misunderstood us, baby. thatâs not how we want things to escalate.â he mumbles so softly. nuzzling close to you, like as if it will help ease those pain away.
it made you sob. heeseung approaches and his friends gave space for him. he grabs one of your hand and caress it. while staring at your eyes, he placed a gentle kiss on it while the other two boys tries to hugs you. jakeâs got his face buries on the crook of your neck, jay remains standing beside you.
âiâm sorry, angel. we...â he couldnât continue right away. he gulps. âwe didnât know this is how you feel.â
tears streams down your face. continuously. and your chest aches, but this time its for a different reason. you didnât expect any of these. you imagined them scoffing and laughing at you for actually catching feelings for them. they basically mistreated you.
jake tightens his hug on you, refusing to let go. his warmth envelopes you. jay has his hand placed at the small of your back, caressing it up and down. heeseung has your hand, kissing it from time to time.
the three of them whispered their sorries. they totally feel bad. as your eyes roams around, it caught sunghoonâs.
heâs still standing at his place. didnât move a step. heâs just there, watching all of this unfold. his heart aches, thatâs for sure. he wanted to come close to you too just like how his friends are trying to console you, but his feet are stoned.
he cannot do it. heâs afraid.
out of all of them, heâs the meanest. he says the most hurtful and degrading words towards you. of course, he meant none of them. heâs just caught up in the moment and to the thought of dominating you.
his heart drops at the sight of your tear stained eyes. all those times heâs been rough on you flashes back through his mind like a montage. he hates it. he hates himself.
heeseung whips his head back to look over his shoulder. he can see how sunghoon has his fists balled. how he looked scared. heâs never seen him this way.
âdude.â he calls.
jake lifts his head to look at his friend, jayâs watching too. sunghoon kept silent, his lips shaken.
âh-hoon?â you called him out, now starting to feel worried by how heâs acting.
sunghoonâs eyes stings as it heats up. he knew heâs tearing up, but he wonât let you see him shed tears. not because heâs trying to mask it ouy, but 'cause he knew it will make you even sadder. heâs scared that he will cause more damage.
his eyes met his heeseung hyung and he nods with a small encouraging smile. the four of them grew up together. theyâve known each other their whole life, so he knew why sunghoonâs not approaching.
its not because heâs mad. heâs being careful. and sunghoonâs never been like this towards someone.
sunghoon gulps then take small courageous steps. your eyes watch him carefully, waiting patiently.
when heâs steps away from you, his eyes softens and you saw how his hand trembles when he lifts it to touch you. he backs out, hesitating to lay his hand on you.
âiâm sorry.â he says in a low voice.
it was such a short sentence but the amount of emotion his eyes shows is enought to let you know that he has so many more that he wants to say.
your eyes scanned his face. slowly, you laid your hand out for him. its a way to let him know that its fine and that you allow him to touch you.
his eyes darts at it. he contemplates, but eventually reaches out. your warm hands sent comfort to sunghoonâs cold ones. it gave him life.
âiâm sorry, pretty. w-weâre really sorry.â he mumbles as he buries his face on your neck. his big figure almost covers you up from heeseungâs perspective.
they watch silently. thankful that youâre just too nice to even let them be this close to you. they exchange look to each other and knew they had to do something to make it up to you.
âforgive us, angel. weâll do better from now on.â heeseung says and rest his big hands on your hip.
you looked at him and kept silent.
honestly, youâve been thinking of ending it between them. the amount of stress and overthinking youâve been going through because of them was unhealthy. you promised that after confronting them and if they confirmed that theyâre just here for the fun, youâll bolt out.
but... this is totally a big turn of events.
your lips stretched a little. a subtle gentle smile, but still visible to their eyes are what relieved them.
âokay.â
jake rushes closer and kisses your cheeks multiple times. âreally, sweets? thank you! i love you!â he excitedly mumbled between his kisses.
you felt sunghoonâs big strong arms wrapping tightly around your waist.
âthanks, baby. we will try our best.â jay caught your attention when he rest his hand on top of your head, giving it light taps.
the corner of his lips lifts before leaning to kiss you on the lips. âi love you.â he whispers, like he doesnât want the other boys to hear. like it was only meant for you.
jake steps in, the sulky boy in him coming out. âkiss me on the lips too!â he argues and pouts his plump lips.
jay snorted and swat his arms. you chuckles and lets him lean in for a swift kiss. his eyes sparkling after that smooch.
heeseungâs hands digs on your hip as he leans silently to drop a kiss on your lips. it was soft and lasts for a few seconds. when he pulls away, he remains close and smiles.
âthank you, angel. weâll be good boyfriends. right?â he says and looks at his friends which they responded with nods.
you blushed, âb-boyfriends?â surprised.
heeseung smirks then nods, âyouâre our girl.â he pinches your cheeks lightly. ânot some toy.â
sunghoon places a kiss on your neck then pulls away. his eyes bores to you. they glisten affection and relief.
âour pretty girl.â he whispers and dips his head to give you a feathery hot kiss on the lips.
your eyes opens when he pulls away.
âwe need to work on our issues in order for this to work. we donât want another misunderstanding like this.â heeseung announces.
âdo you have anything else you donât like, angel? except from us being total assholes...â he cleared his throat.
your mind wonders. âi d-didnât like what we did the last time. its o-overwhelming...â
they all looked at you with cute eyes then jay chuckles. âi mean she did passed out that time. her stamina couldnât handle it.â he says.
heeseung nods, âat least we get to try it once, right?â he smirks, the memories of the night still lingers to his mind.
you blushed and glanced away.
âis that all, angel?â
you look back at heeseung and nodded.
âplease stop being aggressive.â you reminded, ears turning red.
they almost cooed at how adorable you looked.
âwe promise.â they say almost in unison then approaches for a group hug with you in the middle, making sure they arenât squishing you too much.
âbut we can still do threesome, right?â jake asks innocently that made all of you whip your heads at his direction.
âjake!â they all hissed at him for still being horny despite the wholesome situation that only made you chuckle.
âhi!â you shyly greets when you saw heeseung outside of your house, leaning over his black audi.
its monday morning and youâre beyond surprise to receive a text message from him saying heâll be picking you up for school. of course you got excited. this will be the first time.
âgood morning, beautiful.â he smirks and snakes his arms around your waist to pull you closer.
your cheeks blushed at his words then stomach churns when he leans in for a kiss. it seems so natural. like this is your usual morning routine.
âget in.â he instruct and even open the door for you.
once inside, he swiftly walks around to ride the driverâs seat. then off you go. it was a short drive, but it isnât awkward. heeseungâs asking questions from time to time to start a conversation while a low music plays on his radio.
the moment his car enters the parking area designated for the students, you saw familiar boys. jayâs leaning over his car while jake and sunghoon bickers about something.
âoh theyâre early.â you mumble because usually you arrive first.
heeseungâs always on time since heâs the schoolâs president. jay and jake arrives at school just on time. sunghoonâs the one always late, unless he have his morning practices.
their heads whips at your direction once they heard the familiar blaring of heeseungâs car. jake turns his back over hoon then waves like an excited puppy. he for sure cannot see you yet as the car is heavily tinted, but it made you smile. heâs so cute.
heâs on your side of the door once heeseungâs done parking it. he waits until the carâs unlocked and then open it for you.
âsweetheart!â he greets happily then hugs you.
heeseung shakes his head while smirking then unclasped your seatbelt for you as youâre busy greeting jake, returning his hug.
jay and sunghoon walks closer as well then hoon went to grab your things from the backseat. he naturally carries it, letting one strap hangs on his arm.
âhey, baby.â jay greets and placed a kiss on your cheek.
âhi jay.â
âi arrived earlier than both of them!â jake interrupts, proudly letting you know how heâs very punctual today.
âwow, thatâs great jakey.â you complimented him and his eyes sparkles.
âyeah, right. youâre so childish.â sunghoon commented before leaning towards you for his kiss.
all of you walks on the hallways together. sunghoon and heeseungâs is a few steps ahead while jakeâs beside you telling you about his dog. even showing you her cute pictures and bragging how sheâs the smartest dog ever. which sunghoon quickly argues that his dog is much better.
jayâs on your other side, silently listening to his friendâs playful banters. heâs very used to it already and slowly, you too.
curious eyes follows the five of you. thereâs a hint of surprise and judgment through them. some are whispering, some just stares with mouth slightly gapped and others just donât care.
honestly, it bothers you. their eyes carefully watching you is making you uneasy. it felt so weird being watched that it makes you wonder how these boys got used to this.
jakeâs warm hand envelops yours that caught your attention. he smiles, his red plump lips distracting you.
âdonât mind them, sweets. theyâre just jealous.â he whispers, eyes staring straight at yours.
with blushing cheeks, you blinked twice. âw-why? because iâm with you guys?â
he shakes his head and leans closer, his lips grazing your ears that made your stomach drop. âbecause youâre ours.â
to say that your face turns red is an understatement. your heart races and he just winks then continues talking about other things.
when you arrived at the classroom, theyâre all looking curiously. wondering why these boys are acting this way around you. as far as they remember, they used to bully you around. basically why you end up becoming a loner.
âhere, pretty.â sunghoon says and placed your things at the side of the chair. you thanked him and he just smiled before walking to his seat.
jay and heeseung did the same but jake remains near you, pouting hardly.
âcanât i move seats?â he complains.
you chuckle and cares his arm, âgo to your seat now, jakey.â
he sighs and wants to lean to give a kiss but stops himself. you did talked about them not to do pda in public or at least when around a lot of people. not everyone is open for this kind of relationship, you just donât want any issues.
âjake, stop being sulky and sit down.â jay calls him then rolls his eyes.
the said boy just raises his fist and showed his middle finger to his friend. you chuckled and just sat down so jake can go to his chair.
eventually, the homeroom teacher walks inside for morning reminders. she mentioned the upcoming fieldtrip which slightly riles you up. youâre excited to go at the museums and such.
during the breaktime, the boys accompanied you. sunghoon and jake to be specific. the other two are busy on student council so its just the three of you.
âwhat do you want to eat, doll?â sunghoon asks while pulling a chair for you.
jakeâs playing with the edge of your hair while watching you carefully.
âanything is fine.â
hoon nods once, âiâll order for you.â
âthank you, hoon.â with a smile.
he smirks then squeezed your hand before walking off. jake and you sat down at the table.
âdid heeseung hyung told you already?â he starts.
âabout?â
âheâs taking you out on a date later.â he says casually while doing something to his phone. his forehead narrows, very focus.
âa d-date?â
he hums, answering your question with a short nod. heâs not looking at you, still hooked to his phone. âwhere?â
he shrugs, âhave no idea.â
your heart hammered just by the thought of going on a date with thee lee heeseung. yes, they did said that theyâll make it up to you and that confirmed your relationship with them, but sometimes it still donât sink in.
theyâre your boyfriends...
your eyes caught the glimpse of what jakeâs doing and you got distracted. its a picture of you. that was the first time you saw it.
âis that me?â
jake whips his head at you then smiled, âyes! iâm putting you as my wallpaper.â then he clicked something before locking it and opening the screen to show you.
its a candid picture of you. you forgot when it was, but it was obvious that youâre unaware of him taking that photo. youâre focused on something.
âbeautiful, isnât it?â his smug smirk looked adorable. he cocked his eyebrow once, smirking wider. âthatâs my girlfriend.â
you blushed even harder. âstop it.â
he chuckled, finding you adorable. instead of stopping, he stared more intensely making you even more flustered.
âj-jake..â and you glance away.
âfine, iâll stop.â finally, he glances away, his big grin not wiping off.
sunghoon arrives afterwards and the three of you enjoys the time together before going back to your class.
during your vacant, some of your classmates are doing random things inside the room. you find it a waste to just do nothing and remembered about the history assignment.
you stood up and instantly, four heads whips at your direction. when the bell rang and one of the students announced that it was your vacant, they all naturally gathered around you.
âwhere are you going?â they almost ask at the same time.
âa-at the library.â you answered, shy that all of their attention is now directed at you. its slowly becoming a habit, but thatâs something you will never get used to.
âiâll go with you.â heeseung was quick to stand up and fix his uniform slightly before carding his soft black hair once.
you gulped, âo-okay...â and your eyes dropped at the three boys who remains sitting down.
sunghoon smiles, âsee you later, doll. iâm sleepy.â he reasons then leans over his table.
jay just smiled. jake have this pout on his lips. âi really want to coââ his words got interrupted when jay covered his mouth.
âshut up.â
heeseung covers your line of sight from them then flashes this soft smile. âletâs go?â he says and just like being hypnotized by his gaze, you nod your head.
heeseung ushered you to the library, asking what youâre going there for. once informed about the assignment, he said that heâs already finished with his so heâll just help you.
you canât help but to be at awe for this man. can he be more perfect? heâs good in everything.
he find you guys a vacant table and asked you to sit down. he said he will look for the book he used and you thanked him. it didnât took long before you saw him walking back with a handful of books. strangely, he fits this image well.
youâre in complete trance when he walked closer then placed it on the table. he then started pointing the references he used and told you that you can gather information from those articles then summarize it to your own words.
that was plenty for you. considering it will save you time doing this assignment. with a small smile you thank him then proceed on focusing on the task. heeseung sat beside you and watch how your brows draws closer.
his grin grew wider and fingers starting playing through his lower lip. his stares never left you then it slowly trailed down from your brows to your nose and then lips. those damn lips...
he inhaled and licked his lip, cleared his throat in the most silent way.
now, he went here with you with the most genuine intention of helping you. but then his thoughts are starting to wonder into something... inappropriate.
you did said that you only disapprove of them being mean and aggressive, right? being horny is not mentioned. so you probably wonât mind if he fingers you knuckle deep right now.
god, just by thinking of it, heeseungâs already salivating.
besides, its not his fault that you look so innocent and very pretty looking all serious.
he rests his hand on your thigh that made you jolt in surprise. you blinked twice then turns your head at his direction. heâs giving you this lazy look while biting over his lips.
your chest hammered and stomach churns when he started caressing your thighs gently. making sure you can feel his rough palms rubbing against your exposed skin.
âh-heeseung...â
he raised an eyebrow, âyes, angel?â he asks innocently like as if heâs not doing trailing his hands upwards into your inner skirt.
âw-weâre in the library...â and you roam your eyes trying to check if thereâs people near enough to get suspicious of whatâs going on under the table.
âexactly. go study.â he says with a grin.
âw-what are you doing? they might seeââ
âshh, donât worry. just be a good girl and do your assignment, okay?â and he leans to drop a kiss on the side of your head, ushering you to continue doing your work.
after staring at him for a while and realizing he ainât going to stop, you decided to just go with it. besides, you canât hide the arousing feeling that slowly poisoning your whole system. your head starting to get fuzzy, core getting wet as he started to trace the line of your pussy.
you hummed, teeth sunk onto your lower lip in attempt to stop any moans that wants to come out. âungh,â
he chuckles sexily, âtry to be quiet. weâre at the library after-all.â he whispered.
he pulls his hand out then gave it a lick before dipping it back in. âopen your legs for me, please.â he demanded in a very soft tone.
youâre already in deep thoughts, unable to even respond properly and just obliged his dirty desires. once he have a better access, heeseung pushes your underwear to touch you bare.
his fingers are hot and rough. feels so good. he started on your clit, rubbing it in a very delicious way.
âfuck, youâre so wet.â he curses, enjoying how your face contorts out of pleasure. pleasure that heâs currently giving you.
âh-hee..â you calls him.
he smirks, loving the way youâre so needy for his fingers.
âall right, i'm going in angel. focus on your assignment.â he stated like as if its even possible to do that. but you tried to pull yourself together. heaved a sigh then looked at the books in front of you. none of the words made sense, but thatâs not important.
your mouth slightly gaps as he inserted one finger inside you. the stretch felt so good it makes you want to moan loudly.
âshh.â he reminded, chuckling.
heâs enjoying it. heâs loving it as much as youâre loving being finger fucked.
he didnât stopped and put another finger. he let it rest inside, trying to take time feeling your tightness around his long fingers. he wants to imagine it to be his dick and he bet it will feel heaven. he shove that thought right away, he needs to focus on you.
âyouâre so tight around me, angel.â he whispered huskily. âeven after being fucked by all of us, youâre still so fucking tight.â he started talking in nasty way.
the way he say it in a calm tone just hits in a different way. you gulped and breath out, calming yourself.
âp-please.â
he smirks and gave you another kiss on the side of your head. he started moving his fingers that almost sent your soul out of your body. the way his fingers moved in and out in your tight hole just feels perfect.
he continues, slowly catching his pace that just added to your pleasure. one of your hand grips over his thighs, squishing it that he quickly find adorable.
âhow i wish its my tongue inside that hole, angel.â he says that he truly means.
you whimpered lowly and tried to keep your eyes open. the words on the book starting to became blurry. it went on for a while until you feel a knot forming on your stomach. a sign that youâre already close.
âheeseung...â you calls out.
he chuckles then rutt his fingers even faster making you whimper softly. you glance at him and he already knew that youâre close. from the way your eyes are half-lidded and teeth digging unto your lips, you are definitely about to release.
he fucks deeper and just a few moments after you came to his fingers, head hanging low and grip over his thighs tightening. you shake lightly that made him chuckle, leaning his head closer to kiss you by the head.
âyou did so well.â he complimented then kept on thrusting in and out in a slow pace, helping you ride your high.
once you calmed down, he pulls it out making you wine. he stares at you then shamelessly took his fingers over his lips to suck it. your eyes grew and cheeks blushed hardly.
âheeseung!â
he smirks, âi deserve a reward, donât you think?â then he winks at you making you lose your mind. heâs going to be the death of you.
âbye baby.â jay smiles and kisses you gently before moving away to give way for sunghoon. heâs already holding his helmet by one of his hand.
âbye, pretty.â he says with a playful grin over you.
you smiled before pouting, âplease drive safely.â
his eyes soften after what you said and leans in again for another kiss. âi will, i promise.â
you nodded and a sulking jake came into your view.
âbye sweets.â he says half-heartedly that made you chuckle then insisted for a kiss just to ease his bad mood.
sunghoon rolls his eyes then grabbed his sulking friend by his uniform and drag him out of there. jake complains and started to argue, but jay helped to drag him away.
heeseung sighs and snaked his arm over your waist, âletâs go?â
you glance at him then nod your head once before going to his car. he opened the door like always and guides your inside.
âwhere are we going?â
he glances, âiâm taking you to our small vacation house by the lake.â he smiles.
you smiled back, âhmm. okay.â
âi called your mom and told her iâll get you home a little late.â
âyou called her?â youâre surprised he even remembered telling it to her.
âyes. i donât want her to be worried or get you in trouble.â he says while eyes fixed at the road.
you pout your lips and looked at more with so much adoration. that was so sweet of him. you can feel your heart races and butterflies going crazy inside your stomach.
heesueng notices your stares and chuckles, âwhy?â
you shake your head, âits just youâre so sweet. it makes my heart melt.â
his smile grew wider, totally proud that he made you feel more special.
âanything for you.â
he said it will took a bit time to get there so you guys went to drive thru so he can buy some food you can eat while on the way. while on the way, you naturally fall into conversations, giggling and teasing each other.
it feels so good. heeseung used to be very intimidating for you. his serious demeanor and the way he seems so calm about everything just makes you feel agitated around him. but eventually, he starts to feel warm. like someone you can entrust yourself fully. they all feel that way, honestly. but heeseungâs the most reliable one, you must admit.
when he noticed your eyelids looking heavier, he chuckles and told you that you can sleep for a while.
âbut how about you?â feeling a little bad that youâll leave him driving.
he smiles assuringly, âiâll be fine, angel.â
and with that you slowly dozed off. he lets you sleep until youâre already pulling over the driveway of their small vacation house. its not particularly small. its actually above average, but maybe for people like him who probably have many vacation houses, this is small for him.
âcareful.â he mumbled and quickly reaches for your hand when the rocky path greets you.
the house is very cozy and simple. the clear view of the lake can be seen from the big glass windows. it was beautiful.
âyou can go roam around while i set our food inside the fridge.â heeseung says then kisses you at the head before heading to the kitchen.
your eyes wanders around with curiosity and admiration. everything looks expensive. your eyes darted at the table filled with picture frames. with full curiosity, your feet trudges closer.
âwow...â was the first word that came out from your mouth. you can see pictures of their family. his dad and mom. him and his older brother.
âcutie!â you exclaimed when you saw heeseungâs baby picture. he does resembles him that you can tell right away that it was him.
your smiling ear to ear then fished your phone to take a snap of that pic. after getting satisfied with your shots, you slowly head over the small balcony where you can see the lake.
âwow, its so refreshing.â you mumble under your breath then leaned over the railings, letting the wind blow onto you.
you jolted when a pair of arms wrapped over your waist. âenjoying the view?â
ây-yes.â
heeseung kisses your cheeks then place his chin on your shoulder. the two of you admired the view while holding that position. the breeze is kind of cold, but heeseungâs hug kept you warm.
âdo you want to walk around for a bit before we start dinner?â he asks then finally pulls away.
your eyes sparkles, âyes!â
he chuckles, finding you adorable then leans down. âgive me a kiss first.â
your cheeks blushed then blinked twice. the two of your stares at each other for a while until you decided to give in to his request. a big satisfied smile spread across his handsome face then stand back up.
âletâs go.â and he intertwined your fingers.
looking at the lake in a much nearer distance gave you comfort and peace. you never thought watching the soft currence while holding heeseungâs warm hands can make your heart race.
âdo you know when i started liking you?â heeseung breaks the silence.
you craned your neck to glance at him, eyes flashing curiosity. âwhen?â
he stares at your for a while before chuckling lightly then pinching your cheeks.
âyou look adorable, but i have to resist. come on, try to guess.â
his compliment and how he said that using his softest tone soothes something in your heart. it made you blush instantly. despite all of it, you tried to guess like how he requested.
âwhen you started this thing with me?â that was the first one that came in your mind.
you barely remember any interaction with lee heeseung before all of this.
his brows narrowed, âthis thing?â he sighs. ârelationship, angel. thatâs how you call it properly.â he says using a salty tone.
you chuckled and just nods as acknowledgement. he kept his stares, his eyes returning to being gentle and full of affection. a small genuine smile then appears over his lips.
heeseungâs out of words to describe how precious you are for him. heâs usually good on saying the things he wanted to say, but with you his thoughts are starting to be messed up. thereâs just so much he wanted to say yet he donât know where to start.
âit was on seventh grade.â he stated that made your lips gap.
7th grade? but youâre already on eleventh grade. still surprised, you cannot say anything.
âduring that time i experienced my first loss. it may be nothing for a normal high-school kid, but for someone who comes from a perfectionist family who doesnât accept defeat, it is a pretty big deal.â
instantly, you feel slightly bad. of course, youâve heard about his family. they are pretty strict when it comes to him. maybe thatâs why heâs very reserved because he has no time for failure. theyâve put too much pressure on him.
your free hand extends and travels from his arm towards his neck, up to his face. slowly, he relaxes to your touch.
âi remember feeling so worthless while staring blankly at my silver medal.â he resumes telling you the story.
âwhile i stare with despair at it, already imagining the disappointed look from my father, someone approaches me.â he stops.
âguess who?â he smirks. âi'll give you a clue.â then smirk grew wider.
âsheâs very pretty and currently holding me softly right now.â
âme?â you wonder.
he nods. âyou were pretty amazed at my silver medal.â he states, a big smile on his face now.
just the emotion he was showing was enough to tell how delighted he is by reminiscing that moment.
âi was actually annoyed at first because i thought you were mocking me.â he chuckled and you pout jokingly.
âhey, youâre so judgemental.â
he shrugs his shoulders. âcanât blame me, angel. i was still very introverted that time.â
âyouâre still a little introvert now.â
he cocked his eyebrow and you did the same thing, staring back. that made him chuckle.
âokay, maybe youâre right.â he surrenders then drop a kiss on your forehead.
âand then what happened?â you curiously asked.
he smiled. âthen i told you harshly that whatâs so great for second place?â he continued.
you grow silent then tries hard to recall the memory.
âand then you said,â you glanced at him, eyes starting to water a bit.
âthat thereâs nothing wrong with being second place. that it doesnât mean that you failed or you didnât won. that instead of being sad, you should take it as a chance to become better. that it only means you still have a room to grow.â you finished it that made him smile.
âright...â
âhee...â eyes brimming with tears already. âthat was years ago.â you stated, couldnât believe that he started to get interested that time.
his eyes dropped at your intertwined hand and he raised it to gently place a kiss on top of it.
âhee...â you mumbled again, this time voice cracking a little.
he smiles, âsorry if we approached you the wrong way. we just really donât know what to do.â his eyes sparkles, getting a bit teary as well.
âi-itâs okay... i didnât know.â
he chuckles, âobviously. youâre too dense to notice.â
âhey!â you playfully shoot him glares that he just laughed at before leaning in to give you a kiss.
the two of you stared at each other affectionately, enough to communicate what your hearts wants to tell one another.
âi know that with all the responsibilities and the expectation from your parents, it felt heavy. like you feel that you canât be flawed.â you started.
âbut for me youâre just perfect the way you are. with your achievements and failures.â those words tugs his heartstrings, a tear escaping his eye.
the moment you two steps inside the vacation house, heeseungâs lips are attached to you. his kisses are gentle yet passionate. his hands holds you closely to his hot body.
his kisses moves from your lips, down to your chin then neck making sure to suck on your skin making you moan, fingers tangled on his hair.
he slid his arm over your legs then carries you towards the bedroom. he went back to your lips and kisses you once again.
he gently placed you on the bed hovering above you, his hand starting to remove your clothes. and you let him.
when he pulls away, you try to even chase him that made him chuckle.
âwait, angel. iâll just remove my clothes.â
your eyes trailed down his now erect member.
âd-do you want me to...?â
he smiles then shakes his head, âno. today, its just about you.â
then he kisses you again, resuming on discarding every clothing that you still have on you. once fully unclothed, he positions himself in front of you. he started rubbing his head on your now wet core.
your brows narrowed and whimpers sexily.
âiâll go in now, okay?â he glanced at you and a nod is all you gave him.
and while your eyes staring back at each other, heeseung pushes his dick inside. the stretch feels so good, his thick cock making you moan his name. it made him satisfied, hearing you getting comfortable on letting out your moans.
âthatâs right, let me hear you.â he whispered then pinned your hand on the sides, intertwining his fingers to yours.
he lets you get more comfortable with having him inside and connects his lips on yours again, couldnât get enough of your lips. his tongue pushes in, wanting to taste every insides of your mouth.
when he started to move, your head starts to get blank. nothing inside but the man above you and making you feel this good.
he slides in and out. starting with a slow pace then going faster. he thrusts deep and fast sending so much pleasure.
âheeseung...â you moaned after his lips moves away.
âi love you, angel.â he suddenly said that made your heart jumped. you didnât have the chance to say anything as he leans in for a peck.
âi love you so damn much.â and then start thrusting even faster.
âi...â you pursed your lips, eyes shuts as the pleasure from his dick takes away your ability to think and speak properly.
âi..â you attempted again, opening your eyes so you can look at his pretty face.
âlove you too...â you finally finished it.
heeseungâs heart thumped faster and he fucked you even harder. he smiles and leans in for another heated kiss. he loves and adore you.
he continues drilling his cock inside until he felt you tightening around him, indicating the approaching release. he kisses your chin.
âcumming for me, angel?â
you open your mouth, âyes. feel so good.â
he smirks, âi know. pussy so good for me.â and then he rut his cock deeper.
âiâm cumming too..â he announces, feeling the knot on his stomach.
âcum with me.â he orders then attach his lips before going rapidly.
not long after you came around heeseung then he filled you with his hot cum. he pulls away to look at your fucked out face, brushing off some hair. he smiles.
âi love you.â he whispers, still going in and out but in a slower pace. riding both your highs.
you opened your eyes and reaches for his face. this time, you lift your head to give him a sweet kiss with a smile on your face. then you laid back down, staring lovingly at him.
his thrust starts to go faster again and a playful smirk spreads across his handsome face, some of his hairs sticks on his forehead due to sweat.
âround two, angel.â and then you let out a whimper from both pleasure and overstimulation.
the two of you spent the rest of the time just going for each other. heeseung making sure you felt how special you are for him.
lee heeseung is scared of failing. always aiming to be the best and to be perfect. heâs too obsessed on pleasing his parents to the point that he almost lose himself. but with you, he felt at ease. he felt safe and confident knowing that despite all his flaws and just being his true self, heâs still admirable.
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đ staring. Johnny x afab!Reader
đź preview. As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you wonât get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend. Youâre disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe heâll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. Youâre starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.
tw/cw. yandere/stalker subthemes, unknown caller, weed use, multiple reader orgasms, big dick!Johnny, oral, pussy eating, blowjob, deep throating, spit as lube, fingering, hand riding, dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, cum/fullness kink, unprotected sex, heavy grinding, dick bulge, creampie, rough groping, slight restraint, size kink, submissive reader, subspace, dumbification, hair pulling, finger sucking, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) Tiny, good girl, pretty girl. (his) Ghostie.
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15k
đ aus. uni/frat au, yandere subthemes, Halloween, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. this might just be the best John fic I've ever written, or maybe I just need therapy
SundayÂ
You pause your movie when your phone rings and you look down at the screen. The number is unknown, and you briefly consider not even answering it. However, youâve had two job interviews in the past week, and you donât want to miss any opportunities, so with a sigh, you bring your phone to your ear.
âHello?â
âHi, Tiny, howâs your night going?â
Definitely not a prospective employer. Your sorority gave you the name Tiny during first year, something to do with the âtinyâ shots you always want to take, and only those within the Greek system use it on you. On top of the Greek-specific term of endearment, the man on the other end of the line is using a voice modulator of some sort, and it makes it impossible for you to identify him.
Your curiosity is sparked.Â
âWho is this?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â
You sigh, leaning back against your bed and setting your laptop to the side. âI get that Scream is having a comeback, but this whole âcalling a girl and being mysteriousâ thing wonât get you laid anytime soon.â
âAre you sure about that?â You can hear a hint of laughter in the manâs voice.
âIf youâre not going to tell me who you are, Iâll hang up.â
âWe wouldnât want that, now would we?â Thereâs a pause then, âLetâs just say, a mutual friend gave me your number. They thought weâd hit it off.â
âWhoever this ungendered mutual friend is, I doubt they expected you to call me with a voice modulator and act out a Ghost Face fantasy. I get that Halloween is a week away, but come on⊠you canât be serious about this.âÂ
âI am serious. Come on Tiny, live a little.âÂ
âYouâre awfully sure of yourself, arenât you, Mister Ghost Face.âÂ
âIâve got good reason to be, trust me on that.â
You let out a deep sigh, going through your roster of men who might think this sort of thing would be funny. âYunho? Is this you getting high again?âÂ
âWrong frat, but good guess. I didnât know Alpha Tappa Zetaâs star quarterback was a stoner, thanks for the info, Tiny.âÂ
âShit,â you mutter to yourself. You hadnât meant to throw Yunho under the bus like that.
âItâs okay, I wonât tell anyone about his⊠habits. That would be hypocritical of me.â
You search your mind for the stoners you know. Ones who would have the balls to call you like this.Â
âDo you want to take another guess? Iâll give you three chances. You have two more.â
Aside from ATZ, you spend a lot of time with Sigma Veta Tau. Soonyoung is a well-known blunt roller in the fraternity system, but he wouldnât do a charade like this. Heâs very open about hitting on you any time youâre at one of his parties.Â
âJeonghan?â you ask.
âLast guess, Tiny.âÂ
He doesnât confirm or deny if youâve gotten the frat right, but you canât really see any other SVT members who would fit this mysterious manâs profile.Â
Your mind wanders to Nu Chi Theta. Theyâve got quite a few weed lovers there, and youâve been invited into many closed-room smoke sessions with the dirty NCT boys.Â
Thereâs Yuta, and heâd definitely have the gall to entertain a flirtation like this. However, you donât know of any mutual friends who would ever set you up with him. With another sigh of irritation, you throw out the last name on your shortlist of stoner acquaintances.Â
âHyuck? Please tell me this isnât you.â
âClose but no cigar.âÂ
âI donât like this game.â
âYouâre not supposed to like it, but it is entertaining, donât you think?â
âWhatâs your angle with all of this?â you question. âIf youâre not going to tell me who you are, then whatâs the point of calling?â
The line is silent for a few moments. âI guess⊠I just wanted to talk to you a little, is that so bad?â
Your heart softens, if only momentarily. âThen grow some balls and ask me out like a real man.â
âWhere would be the fun in that?â The mystery man lets out a short chuckle, and your irritation only grows.Â
âHas anyone ever told you that youâre really annoying?â
âA few times actually.â
âWell, youâre the most annoying person Iâve ever met and I havenât even met you.â
âYes, you have.â
âGod, Iâm tired of this. Goodnight.âÂ
You donât even wait for an answer, you simply hang up.
Despite trying to get back to your movie, you canât get the mystery man out of your head. When you go to bed you canât even sleep, your mind completely full of all the possibilities of who your caller could have been.Â
Youâll have to do some digging tomorrow. You canât not figure out who this guy is- and you know just the fratboy to give you all the details you could need.
Monday
Mark Lee is always fifteen minutes early, even when it comes to an 8am class. You feel like shit after tossing and turning all night, so when you slide into the seat next to him in the back of the class, he gives you a once over and his lips part in shock.
âAre you okay?â
âNo, Mark, Iâm not okay,â you snap, regretting it a moment later- after all, Markâs not the one doing this to you. âSomeone called me from an unknown number last night. A frat guy, Iâm not sure who. He was using this voice modulator-â
âThat sounds hella sketchy.â
âSuper sketchy,â you agree.Â
âI know itâs October and everything, but thatâs a weird way to hit on a girl.â
âThatâs what I said!â Mark always understands you. âHe said a mutual friend gave him my number, thought weâd be cute together or something- whoever it was, I need to strangle them.â
âIs this friend a girl or a guy?â
âMystery man wouldnât tell me,â you groan.
âSo⊠this dude could be literally anyone.â
âNot Yunho from Alpha Tappa Zeta, Jeonghan from Sigma Veta Tau, and not your roommate Hyuck. The guy gave me three guesses,â you explain, âthe hint is that heâs a stoner.â Â
âLots of frat guys are stoners.â
âExactly,â you sigh, leaning back in your seat.Â
âWhat are you going to do if he calls you again?â Mark asks. âThis kind of feels like stalker behavior.â
âIt does,â you admit. âBut at the same time, he calls me Tiny, and he says weâve met before- when I asked what he even got out of the phonecall he said he just wanted to âtalk to me a little,â which, I donât know, for some reason I feel like heâs not a stalker.âÂ
Mark gives you a look that says âYouâre crazy,â and after listening to everything that just spewed out of your own mouth, maybe you kind of agree with him.
 âSo if he calls you againâŠâ Mark reasks his earlier question, one youâd chosen to ignore.
But you canât ignore it now, and you let out a deep breath.
âIf he calls again⊠Weâll see what happens.â
âTiny-â
âMark,â you counter, knowing heâs about to chastise you. But you donât want to hear it. If even he doesnât have any idea of who your mystery caller could be, you simply canât give up. If you never find out who this âGhost Faceâ dude is, youâll feel unsolved for the rest of your life and you know it.
âLook, Iâll ask around a little,â Mark concedes.
You let out a squeal of delight, throwing your arms around your closet fratboy friend. He lets out a chuckle, gently squeezing you back.Â
Markâs a good guy.Â
If only you were into good guys and not sleazy stoners calling you while getting a hard-on for being Ghost Face.
Monday pt 2
Itâs nine o'clock and youâre starting to get tired while you study. Youâre in need of a distraction, so when your phone rings with an unknown number, your heart practically jumps into your throat.
âHello?â
âHi, Tiny.â
âWow, Mister Ghost Face,â you laugh, twirling in your spinny chair, âtwo nights in a row. You must really like me, huh?â
The laugh he lets out sounds genuine, even though his voice is obscured still. For some reason, the noise makes you grin, and you canât believe youâre actually kind of having fun with this.
âI do like you,â the mystery man confirms. âTell me about your day.â
âTell you about my day?â Youâre in shock.
âUh huh.â
âNo teasing or nothing? No three guesses about your identity?âÂ
âIâll tell you what,â he lets out a sigh, âlike you said, Halloween is in a week. If you keep letting me call you until then, Iâll reveal myself when you come to the party.â
âThe party?â you repeat. âYou make it sound like thereâs only one frat party on Halloween.â
âOnly one worth going to.â
âIs that so?â Heâs so cocky- why does that turn you on?Â
âYup. In fact, I know you agree with me on this, because the past two Halloweens, youâve come to my frat.âÂ
Your body freezes. Heâs just given you a massive hint-
âSo youâre an NCT boy?â
âWouldnât call myself a boy, and neither would you if you saw what's in my pants.âÂ
You swallow the lump in your throat, not sure how to even respond to the suggestive comment heâs just made.Â
The man on the other end of the line lets out a chuckle. âSorry, Iâm two blunts deep. I should watch what I say to you, that's why I asked about your day.â
âYou donât have to- watch what you say, I mean.â
âYeah?â You can almost picture him leaning back in a chair, a large half-chub growing in his pants- âAre you getting horny from a mystery man on your phone? Dirty girl.â
âDirty guy,â you counter, âtrying to entice me by saying your dick is big.â
âWell, it worked, didnât it?â
âIâm intrigued,â you admit, âbut not only because of your cock.â
âItâs a nice cock.â
âOkay, Iâll tell you about my day,â you sidestep. âHad an early class with Mark Lee, you must know Mark.â
âOf course.â
âWell, he has no clue who you could be.â
âYou talked about me.âÂ
You can hear him smiling.Â
âI bet you couldnât even sleep last night. Too busy trying to figure out who I am.â
Okay, maybe he is a bit of a stalker. Or maybe he just knows you well⊠who the fuck is this guy?
âStop being so cocky,â you insist.
âTell me Iâm wrong.âÂ
âMark told me youâre probably a stalker, said I should maybe block your number.â
âI donât have a number, if I did, that would be too easy for you. Iâm an unknown caller⊠can you even block unknown callers?âÂ
âI guess weâll find out when I block you.â
âWonât happen though. What did you do after your class with Mark?â
âAre you really that interested in my day?âÂ
âI wouldnât be asking if I wasnât interested.â
Heâs a cocky softy, who would have imagined.Â
You wonder what you ever did to make this guy so sweet on you- youâve dated men who donât even care to ask you how your day went, and this guy is out here doing it practically for free.
âClasses were okay, my sorority had a little fundraiser at lunch, we baked cupcakes.â
âThey were good cupcakes.âÂ
âWaitâŠâ your stomach churns a little. âYou stopped by?â
âIâm a sucker for cupcakes, and how cute your butt looks in blue jeans.â
You search your memory, counting how many NCT boys came through around lunch. You realize that there were far too many for it to do any good in deciphering which one is the man youâre currently talking to.
âDid we talk?â
âYou talked to everyone who bought something. Iâm not special.â
Except⊠he kind of is special, in a way you canât truly explain⊠not yet anyways.
âMaybe you are a stalker,â you decide.
âI can promise you Iâm not, but I bet youâd be kind of into it if I was.â
This guy makes you feel such conflicting emotions, youâre not sure how to even handle him.
âLook, I was studying when you called-â
âRight, you should get back to that.â
âI should.â
âSleep tight, Tiny. Itâs been nice talking to you.â
Part of you wants to return the sentiment, it feels second nature, but the words stop on your tongue. In all fairness, it hasnât been particularly nice talking to the mystery Ghost Face guy.Â
Instead of saying anything else, you simply hit him with a âBye,â and you hang up the phone.
However, you donât get back to studying, you immediately call Mark.
He sounds groggy as he says âHello?â
âDid I wake you?â
âNo.â
âI just got a call from that guy again. Heâs definitely one of your frat brothers, and heâs high right now.â
âThat doesnât narrow it down,â Mark sighs. âWe sort of uh⊠all got high at the fire after dinner.â
âMark Lee!â you screech.
âSorry, sorry!â Mark groans. âIâll uh⊠ask around some more. Weâll figure out who this dude is.â
âAnd if we donât⊠he said heâd tell me who he is at your frat Halloween bash at the end of the week.âÂ
Itâs Monday now, and the party is on Saturday. That means youâll only have to wait a few days⊠you can hold out for a few days⊠canât you?
Tuesday
You read over the email a third time, but it doesnât make anything better. The words âWe regret to inform you that you have not been chosen for the positionâ make your eyes begin to well with tears.
Quickly exiting your phone, you grab your things. You refuse to cry in the middle of the library-
The bathroom will have to do the trick, and you hurry to get there, holding back the choked sob that longs to slip out of you.
Youâd thought for sure this interview would land you a job on campus. The interview had gone well, or so youâd thought.
You donât even know why youâre getting so upset about this.Â
Thereâs just something so devastating about rejection.Â
You get to the bathroom quickly, shutting yourself into a stall before you allow the tears to fall again. You cradle your face in your hands, allowing the sadness to overwhelm you.
Itâs important to have a good cry every now and again, and you definitely need this.
Your cries, however, are interrupted by your phone ringing in your pocket. Wiping at your face, you reach for the device, lifting it to your ear.
âHello?â
âAre you okay?âÂ
âI really donât have time for this right now, Ghost-â you groan, closing your eyes at the familiar voice-modulated sound.
âYou do have time,â he insists. âTell me what happened.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI just saw you running through the library. Looked like you were crying.â
âI wasnât crying!â you nearly yell.Â
âLiar. Come on, Tiny, let Ghostie make you feel better.â
The affectionate-sounding nickname prompts you to wipe your eyes. âAre you sure youâre not a stalker?â
âI was in the library, donât get your panties in a twist.â
âWas?â
âIâm gone now, canât have you figuring out who I am before Halloween.â
âWould it really be so bad if I did?â you question. âIt would make me feel better.â
âLook at you, using your bad experience to try to swindle me,â you hear him laugh, and there are more sounds now, as if heâs walking across campus. âSeriously, Tiny, tell me whatâs going on.â
âDo you always walk around campus with a voice modulator?â
âItâs an app on my phone babe, now answer my question.âÂ
âYou didnât ask a question, you commanded me to tell you what happened, and Iâm not taking commands right now.â
He sighs. âWill you please tell me whatâs making you cry?â
Your lower lip trembles. âItâs stupid.â
âNothing that hurts you is stupid.â
âWhy are you being so nice to me?â
âIt looked like you needed a friend.â
âYouâre not my friend. Youâre some guy who got my number and gets hard by pretending to be Ghost Face from Scream.â
âI could be your friend. Could be more than your friend. And Iâm not hard right now. Not after seeing you cry.âÂ
You take a breath. âI applied for a job and I uh⊠they didnât hire me.â
âThen theyâre stupid.â
âMaybe Iâm stupid.â
âDonât say that.â
âIâm a girl whoâs spent three days talking to a guy who keeps his identity a secret, and for some crazy reason, youâre actually making me feel better. That definitely makes me stupid.â
âNo, it makes you soft. Itâs one of the things I like about you.â
âYeah?â you sniffle. âWhat else? And donât say my ass in blue jeans.â
The man chuckles. âYouâre soft, and kind. But youâre a fighter too. Youâve got a spark. Donât even get me started on how smart you are-â
âAnd how would you know how smart I am?â
âFor starters, youâre in the top-scoring sorority on campus,â he points out. âWhenever you come to trivia night, you wipe the floor with all of us. Mark talks constantly about how much you help him with his classes, which brings me to my next point, you care about charity. Thatâs a great sign of your character.âÂ
âYou do know a lot about me, donât you, Ghostie?â His words have stopped your tears, and you cradle your phone close to your ear.Â
âStill not a stalker though.â
Now he even has you laughing. âJuryâs still out on that one.â
âYou sound better already,â he muses. âMark has a free block right now, Iâm sure if you call him heâd take you for ice cream or something to distract you.â
âThatâs a good idea,â you admit.
âIâm full of good ideas.â
âThank you.â
âDonât mention it, Tiny.â
Tuesday pt 2
âThis guy sounds like a full-on stalker,â Mark says for the sixth time as you grab ice cream and sit inside while a storm passes, rain splattering the windows.
âI mean, if he knew your schedule, Iâm guessing heâs someone close to you.â
âHeâs stalking us both, I donât like it.â
âBut heâs nice.â
âHeâs stalking you, Tiny!âÂ
âHeâs not!â you insist. âA lot of people were at the library today⊠honestly, I think⊠I think Ghostie is kind of sweet.â
âGhostie?!â Mark stares at you in shock. âYouâre calling him Ghostie now?â
âItâs cute, right?â
âItâs crazy is what it is!â Mark leans back in his seat, frowning. âThis is giving me the creeps.â
âWell, itâs spooky season.â
âIf Iâm being honest, I donât think any of my frat brothers would pull crazy shit like this. Theyâre mostly pretty chill dudes.â
âSo you think heâs lying about being in NCT?â you ask, cocking your head to the side.
âI think heâs definitely lying,â Mark confirms.
âWell, agree to disagree.â
Mark studies you for a moment. âLook, the only guy whoâs a freak like this is Yuta and he swore up and down to me yesterday that heâs not calling you with a fucking voice modulator.âÂ
âI donât think this is Yuta.â
âBecause youâre a Ghostie expert now, huh?â He scoffs loudly.
âYutaâs not really a stoner,â you point out. âAnd besides, I canât explain why I know itâs not him, I just have a feeling.â
âYeah, is that feeling in your pussy by any chance?âÂ
âMark Lee!â you gasp, scandalized by his choice of words.Â
âBe real with me!â he insists. âYou wouldnât be entertaining this if it wasnât⊠I donât know, turning you on? Are you turned on by stalkers? Is this why you like Halloween so much?â
âOkay, maybe I am turned on, but that doesnât make me a bad person.â
âIt just makes you crazy,â Mark groans, running a hand through his hair. âI swear to God, when the dude reveals himself at the frat party, it better be one of my frat brothers and not a serial killer. And also, Iâm going to fight him.â
âSomething tells me heâd beat you,â you giggle.
âNow youâre trying to make me feel bad.â
âSays the guy who just called me crazy.â You grin, knowing that youâve won.
âThis whole thing is crazy.â
He has a point about that.
Wednesday
Youâve been waiting all day for a call from Ghostie, and it comes right before youâre about to head to bed. You practically launch yourself at your phone, putting it on speaker and saying âHello?â as if you donât know whoâs on the other end of the line.
âHey you, feeling better today?â
âYou tell me, mister stalker.â
âI havenât actually seen you today, it was a bit of a shame if Iâm being honest.â
âYeah?â God, this man has way too much power over you. âAnd whyâs that, Ghostie?â
âBecause Iâve been looking at your Instagram, but youâre cuter in person.â
âDo you follow me?âÂ
âWeâre mutuals.âÂ
Youâre mutuals with pretty much the entire NCT frat, it would have been more helpful if heâd said heâs not a follower, although, now that you think of it, that had always been unlikely.Â
âStill trying to figure out who I am, arenât you, Tiny?â
âOf course.â
âRemember when I was listing your good qualities? Patience wasnât one of them.âÂ
âThatâs so rude of you,â you say, although, youâre grinning at your phone.
âHere, Iâll make it better. I have an idea for you.â
âLetâs hear it then.â You get comfortable on your bed, wondering what heâs about to say.
âIf you want a job, thereâs this bar on campus, Skeets. Have you heard of it?â
âWho hasnât heard of Skeets?â You roll your eyes.Â
âThey let just about anyone work there. A few of the NCT guys are bartenders, Iâm sure theyâd put a good word in for you with the hiring manager, heâs also a member of the frat.âÂ
You havenât been to Skeets in ages, and you try to remember who you know amongst the staff. âWait, youâre right- doesnât Hyuck work there?â
âHe does⊠This is the second time youâve mentioned him, got something of a crush, Tiny?â
âWould that make you jealous?â you tease.
âIâm not the jealous type,â he states. âBut yeah⊠it would.â
âDonât get your Ghost Face mask in a knot, I donât have a crush on Hyuck. In fact, if you turn out to be Hyuck and I find out you lied to me about your identity, Iâm going to be really mad.âÂ
âIâm not Hyuck.â
âGood.â You consider his proposition for a moment. âDo you really think theyâd hire me?â
âIt doesnât hurt to try.â
âYou know, on Sunday, if someone had told me youâd be helping me find a job not three days later, I would have said they were crazy.â
âGuess I like to keep you on your toes.â
âI think you just have a major soft spot for me. Tell me Iâm wrong.â
âI canât. I promised not to lie to you.âÂ
God, he makes you so giddy itâs insane.Â
âAre you going to come stalk me at Skeets if they give me a job?â
âGoodnight, Tiny.â Heâs avoiding the question, and you can hear him grinning through the phone.
âNight, Ghostie.â
Itâs the first time heâs the one to hang up on you, and it leaves you wanting more.
Thursday
Ghostie had assured you that Skeets hires just about anyone, but that doesnât help the anxiety building inside of you as you prepare to take your resume into the bar.Â
You even do a Wonderwoman pose outside while waiting for Skeets to open, breathing deeply to psych yourself up while you go over possible interview questions just in case the hiring manager wants a chit-chat today.
âI love working in a team environment,â you say quietly to yourself, closing your eyes and running through responses. âThe most important thing is that the guests feel welcome.â
The sound of something dragging across the cement ground has you practically jumping, lids flashing open as your head whips toward the noise.
âSorry, didnât mean to interrupt your mantra,â the tall fratboy laughs, setting up the wooden sign with the daily drink menu just in front of the door to the bar.
âItâs fine,â you assure him, swallowing thickly.Â
The man in front of you is Johnny Suh. Heâs two years older than you, and you know him through Mark. When guys join a frat, theyâre assigned a âBig,â an elder frat brother to guide them through the process. Johnny is Markâs big, and heâs always been nice to you whenever youâve crossed paths.
You would call Johnny an acquaintance, not a friend, but heâs still a friendlier face than you may have expected to see upon your first moments interacting with Skeets staff.Â
âYou coming inside, Tiny?â Johnny asks.
âYeah, sorry John, one sec, I just need another deep breath.â You wave your hand at him, turning your back and gulping down air while you hold your bag tight to your front, the resume within practically burning a hole in the leather.
The hot fratboy heads back inside and you finish calming yourself down.Â
You can do this. You can get this job.
As you enter the bar thatâs just open, you realize there are only a few staff members kicking around so far. Kim Jungwoo is rearranging chairs, and Lee Donghyuck is sitting on a table looking at his phone. Johnny Suh is behind the bar, and you decide you should probably talk to him, so you try to act confident as you walk through the small establishment.
Johnnyâs brown eyes raise as you approach, and he offers you a small smile. âTough day?â
âWhat?â You blink at him, settling against the bartop.
âYou looked kind of off outside, and most people donât come in to day-drink this early.â
âOh, uh⊠Iâm not here to day-drink.â You let out a tiny laugh. âActually, I came to see if you guys were looking to hire new staff members, I brought my resume.â
You reach into your bag to pull out the papers, and you hand them over to Johnny.
His eyes scan the first sheet. âWow, a cover letter, Iâve actually never seen one of these.â
People donât apply with cover letters? The idea is kind of shocking to you.
Johnny hardly looks at your resume, setting it down in front of him to address you instead. âWhat makes you want to work at Skeets?â
âIn all honesty, I need a job. Iâm dependable, and Iâve got a decent schedule to work in the food service industry. I like working as part of a team, and Iâm already friends with a lot of the staff here, so I thought it might be a good fit.â
Johnny nods, assessing you. âHave you bartended before?â
âIâve got my qualifications to serve alcohol, but Iâve mostly had waitressing jobs,â you admit.
âAt Skeets, we all do a bit of everything. Would you be open to learning how to mix drinks?â
âIâd be very open to it,â you nod.Â
âThen letâs give it a shot,â Johnny smiles warmly at you. âYouâve got good timing, we actually just had to let go of someone for excessive drinking on the job. I was going to put a wanted ad up today, but looks like that wonât be necessary.â
âAre youâŠâ you swallow thickly, âare you serious? Iâm hired?â
âYeah, why not?âÂ
You canât help the squeal of delight that rushes through you, and a massive grin makes its way onto your face. You even jump a little, and Johnny seems to enjoy your excitement, smiling from ear to ear while you celebrate.Â
âWhen can you start?â he asks next.
âI can start tomorrow! I mean, if you need me that soon.â
âTomorrow is a big night here at Skeets, the Friday before Halloween. We could use the hands, but it will be a busy one, do you think you can handle that?â
Youâre quick to nod. âOf course. But I uh⊠I should let you know, I canât work Halloween, I promised a friend Iâd meet them at your frat for the party.â
âDonât worry about Saturday,â Johnny assures you. âSigma Veta Tau has their frat party tonight, so itâs all us NCT guys working, and tomorrow weâll switch. As much as Seungcheol is a good comanager, I donât trust him to teach you how to mix drinks on Halloween.â
âSo⊠youâre going to be the main person training me then?â you ask.
âIf you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself,â he confirms.Â
You canât help but beam up at the tall frat boy, overjoyed at this turn of events. As cute as Johnny is though, part of you is excited to tell Ghostie about this when he inevitably calls you tonight.Â
Your life is definitely a little crazy.
âSo, how about you come in tomorrow at seven?â Johnny suggests. âThe bar will be open past midnight, but I figure I can show you a few things before it gets busy around ten, and then I can let you go early.â
âIâll be here at seven.â
âAnd when it comes to what youâre wearing, weâll give you a Skeets t-shirt,â he pulls at the black fabric stretched tight across his broad chest. âOther than that, you can wear any color of jeans and some sneakers.â
âPerfect.â
âYouâll be paid for the training shift, Iâll tip you out in cash, and if it goes well, weâll get your banking details at your next shift after that,â Johnny explains. âIâve got your number here on your resume, so Iâll be in contact with you on Sunday, howâs that sound?â
âSounds like a dream.â You literally canât stop smiling.
âTinyâs going to learn to mix,â Johnny says fondly, âMarkâs going to love this.â
You already feel close to Markâs big, and the opportunity to work with him is a good one. Johnny is one of the more well-known nice guys at the frat. Sure, heâs got a little bit of a dangerous edge to him, just based on his massive stature alone, but heâs generally a big softy bear.Â
âThanks again for this, Johnny,â you beam. âI wonât let you down.â
Thursday pt 2
âHyuck said our favorite Tiny sorority princess got herself a job today.âÂ
âHello to you too, Ghostie.â
âI wanted to cut to the chase and congratulate you.â
âI wouldnât have gotten the job without you,â you admit. âSo⊠thank you.â
âDonât mention it,â your mystery man says, and you can hear that classic grin of his. âIâm sure you got it on your own merit.â
âApparently no oneâs ever brought a cover letter with their resume before.â
âThey must have been impressed.âÂ
âHired me on the spot.â
âThatâs my girl.âÂ
Your insides flutter. You like the way it sounds when he calls you his girl. âHow about your day, Ghostie? Stalk any new girls?â
He laughs. âOnly one girl worth stalking, which, I donât do, by the way.â
âSure you donât.â
âMy day was long,â he says finally.
âYeah, itâs nearly midnight, I was thinking about going to sleep butâŠâ
âBut you wanted me to call,â Ghostie finishes your sentence for you.
âWhen you say it like that it sounds kind of depressing.â
âItâs not depressing, Tiny, itâs cute.â
âCute?âÂ
âI like that youâre getting used to me.â
âYou know⊠if you decided not to show up to the Halloween party- if you never called again, I think⊠Iâd wonder who you are the rest of my life.â Itâs a moment of vulnerability, and your heart races in your chest while you wait for his response.Â
âI wouldnât do that to you, Tiny,â Ghostie promises. âIâll find you on Saturday, and not in a stalker way.â
âWhat costume are you going to be wearing?âÂ
âIf I tell you, youâll just show up and scour the whole place looking for me.â
âYou know me too well, donât you, Ghostie?â
âWhat are you going to wear, pretty girl?â
You literally kick your feet at the term of endearment, body buzzing. It takes a moment to collect yourself. âHonestly? Iâve got a Ghost Face mask hanging around somewhere.â
âAnd here I was being told Iâm the one who gets hard pretending to be Ghost Face.âÂ
âWell⊠even though I donât know you, not really, I think I got that one pretty accurate, didnât I?â
âMaybe a little.â
âI thought you said you were big,â you tease.
âOkay, maybe a lot.â
You bite at your lip. After the great day youâve had, itâs difficult not to feel flirty. âAre you hard right now, big guy?â
He groans, and even under the voice modulator, something tells you the sounds he makes are sexy as fuck. You can feel your panties getting wet. Itâs dirty, but in the best possible way.
âIâll take that as a yes,â you grin.
âYouâre being bad, Tiny.â
âSays the guy whoâs literally hard right now.â
The other end of the line is silent for a moment. âCan I ask you something?â
âYou can ask me anything.â
âWhat if⊠when we meet, youâre not interested in me?â
Well, this has just taken a turn. How did you go from horny thoughts to insecurity?Â
Itâs a valid question though, one you should have asked yourself by now, but for some reason you havenât. You think about it for a few seconds.Â
âI feel like⊠I know itâs been less than a week of talking but, youâre not like any other guy Iâve ever met. And not just because youâre calling with a voice modulator.â You let out a laugh. âYou ask how my day is, and you care to hear my answer. You even helped me get a job, which is crazy to think about. For some weird reason, I think when I meet you, the emotional connection is already kind of there, so no matter what you look like, youâll be more attractive to me.â
âYou really think so?âÂ
âI mean, NCT is known for having hot guys, so Iâm not sure who you could be that would turn me off. There are only a few NCT guys Iâd say a hard no to at the moment.â
âYeah? Who?âÂ
âWell, Doyoung and I have never gotten along, but I know youâre not him because he doesnât touch weed. I dated Jeno for about a week, and I know enough about him to know I donât want to do anything with him ever again, and also, that youâre not Jeno because heâd never ask me how my day was going-â
âWhat an asshole.â
You laugh. âAll things considered, Ghostie, I think youâll do just fine.â
âThatâs good to hear.â
âIs this why youâve been doing the whole voice modulator thing? Youâre worried I wonât be interested in you?â
âItâs one of the reasons,â Ghostie admits. âI also worried that if I did hit on you, you might think I was only trying to get you into my bed, which, yeah, it would be nice, but⊠as perfect as your body is, itâs not the most interesting thing about you.â
What a scrumptious take; A guy calling you up and using anonymity to prove to you that this connection isnât only about sex.Â
Your heart softens.
âGhostie, you might be one of the sweetest guys I know,â you admit.
âMore than your best friend Mark Lee?â
You laugh. âMaybe not, Mark would never do something like this. Youâre a bit of a paradox that way, arenât you?â
âIf you say so, Tiny. As much as Iâve liked this talk, I think I should let you sleep. Halloween is two days away and Iâm sure weâve both got a lot to do before then.â
âWhat if I donât want you to go just yet?â
âThen Iâd remind you that patience is a virtue.â
âYouâre such a tease.â
âGood thing we have an emotional connection so youâll forgive me for it. Night, Tiny.â
âNight, Ghostie.âÂ
FridayÂ
Your first shift consists of shadowing Johnny. Heâs a fabulous teacher. Heâs calm, patient, and very encouraging. The first few hours are a breeze, but the bar gets increasingly packed as the night goes on.
Itâs a little overwhelming, but Johnny helps keep you steady. He gives you the easy drink orders, things like beer and simple cocktails. While youâre filling a cup from the beer tap, heâs busy mixing five to ten different things into one glass for items on the Halloween special menu.
Thereâs something sexy about a diligent worker, and his beefy arms are all bulgy and hot in his tight Skeets shirt. You can tell that a lot of girls come up to the bar specifically to order from him. There are two other bartenders, but Johnnyâs line is notably the longest.
Youâve had your own share of interested men pop over to say hi. There are very few frat boys here tonight, as thereâs a party in full swing in the Greek village, so most of the guys coming up to grab a beer from you are people you donât know.
Many of them are dressed up in costumes, and itâs interesting to try to guess some of the more obscure clothing choices.
Anytime you see a man in a ghost costume, your mind shifts to your mystery caller. You wonder if heâll pop by tonight- but other than the men already working with you, no NCT boys walk through the front door.Â
No Ghostie.
Thereâs not one second of reprieve, but staff need breaks, and finally, just before midnight, Johnny pulls you both for a breather.Â
âAre you sure the others can keep up while weâre gone?â you ask, looking back at the swamped bartenders.
âThey can manage,â he assures you, guiding you through the back staffroom to a door that leads to an alleyway behind the bar. âI know Iâve kept you on longer than I thought, but itâs just been so busy. How are you holding up?â
The cool night air is a drastic difference from the heat and humidity inside, and you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and enjoying it. âIâm doing alright,â you tell him. âYouâre the one making the difficult drinks.â
âIâve been mixing cocktails for years,â he brushes it off, reaching into his back pocket.Â
âWell, it shows.â You watch to see him pull out a rolled joint, and next comes a lighter.
âWant some?â he asks, lifting the joint to slot between his perfect lips.Â
âAre we allowed to smoke on the job?âÂ
âHyuck was prescribed Vyvanse last year, so heâs practically on coke all shift,â Johnny grins, lighting the end of the joint and taking a puff. âBesides,â he lets out a deep breath of smoke, âin the service industry, sometimes you need a little buffer.â
Skeets really is a chill place if the hiring manager smokes weed on breaks with subordinates.Â
âI didnât realize you were a stoner,â you muse.
âMost of us frat boys are,â Johnny admits, pulling the joint from between his lips. Itâs placed casually between two fingers, and his other hand ruffles through his pretty hair. âItâs a nice night.â
âIt is,â you nod, looking up at the sky. Stars are twinkling in the dark
âIâm glad you joined the team, not sure we would have been doing so well without your extra set of hands.â
âIâm really grateful to have been given a trial shift,â you smile softly.
âWell, just so you know, itâs more than a trial shift. Youâre hired.â He nudges your shoulder gently, and your grin only grows.
âThank you.â
Johnny takes another drag from his joint. âSure you donât want a puff?â
âI really shouldnât-â
âIâm going to let you go home pretty soon after this,â Johnny tells you. âSo it wonât affect your performance that much.â
You wonder if this is a test, but⊠at the same time, you donât think Johnnyâs the type of guy to test you this way.Â
You give in, accepting the joint and bringing it to your lips. Itâs been a while since you smoked one of these, and your first tiny hit leaves you coughing, passing the joint back to Johnny while you try to catch your breath.
He grins while watching you, and you get the sneaking suspicion that Johnny thinks youâre cute.Â
âThank you,â you say, coughing again.
âYouâve got good manners, donât ya, Tiny?â
You nod, wiping at the tears that have formed in your eyes from the smoke.Â
âWho... who do you usually smoke with?â you ask.
âWhy? You a cop?â Johnny jokes.
âNo, itâs just uh⊠God, I could tell you the whole story but you wouldnât even believe me if I did,â you find yourself laughing. âJust⊠I didnât know you smoked, so, Iâm wondering if maybe there are a few other guys in your circle who do too.â
Johnny looks you up and down. âLike I said earlier, Tiny, almost all us frat boys partake in mari-ju-ana.â
Itâs clear heâs not going to give you any information that could help you figure out who your Ghostie is. You suppose you really will just have to be patient.
In less than twenty-four hours, youâll be finding out who your mystery caller is, and the suspense is absolutely killing you.
Friday pt 2
Itâs twelve thirty when you finally get home, and youâre very tired. But at the same time, youâre awake. You take your time getting ready for bed, ignoring the loud party sounds outside and around the frat village while you wait for a call from Ghostie.
As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you wonât get a call.
He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.Â
Youâre disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe heâll catch you.Â
Five minutes turn into ten, turn into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut.
Youâre starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.
You try to self-soothe by assuring yourself youâll meet him tomorrow, but it doesnât really help.Â
Tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, you fall into a blissless sleep.
SaturdayÂ
Youâre groggy when you open your eyes, but you still go to check your phone. Thereâs a missed call notification from an unknown number at three am, and suddenly youâre wide awake, bolting up in bed.
âHey, Tiny, itâs me.â
As if it could be anyone else.
âSorry I didnât get a chance to call you last night. I was pretty swamped with Halloween stuff. But if it makes you feel any better, you were definitely on my mind.â
Here you are kicking your feet again.
âProbably wonât get a chance to talk to you until the party, I really do hope you come⊠in uh⊠more ways than one.â
God, he makes you wet.
âI get it if youâre a little mad at me for not calling earlier, and I promise to make it up to you when I see you, if youâll let me.â
Heâs so oddly respectful.
âBut I get it if you donât want to do anything at the party. Iâve enjoyed talking with you this week, and if thatâs all itâs going to be then I wonât hold it against you. Anyways, goodnight, see you soon.â
Saturday pt 2
You feel cute tonight. Youâd taken your Ghost Face mask off almost as soon as entering the frat, but the little black dress youâre wearing is enough to capture a lot of attention.Â
Every frat boy that comes up to you makes your heart race, but none of them reveal themselves as your Ghostie.Â
Youâre actually beginning to get a little frustrated, and after two hours of floating around hoping to find your mystery man, you head with Mark to his room for a break.
Markâs roommate, Hyuck, is sitting on his bed, bong already out and resting on one thigh while scrolls through his phone. He looks up when you enter, smirking. âFinally, smoking buddies.â
âYou texted me like two minutes ago to come up here,â Mark rolls his eyes. âHave some patience.â
âNot in my nature,â Hyuck insists, setting his phone down and reaching for his lighter. âFirst hit is mine.â
As if you expected anything less.Â
You watch him inhale the thick cloud of smoke, holding it for a moment in his lungs before he lets out a deep exhale. âFucking hell, he groans, that was a good hit.âÂ
Mark takes the bong and Hyuck falls flat against the bed, closing his eyes and smiling.
âSo have you found your stalker yet, Tiny?â Hyuck asks.
Your gaze flashes to Mark. âYou told him?â
âHe was curious why I was asking for a stoner list,â Mark defends himself.Â
âWhoever the dude is, heâs got balls,â Hyuck says wistfully.Â
Thereâs a knock on the door, and Jaehyun pokes his head inside. âHeard weâre smoking?â
âYeah, come in!â Hyuck waves his hand, still collapsed on his bed.
The door is pushed open wider, and you catch sight of Johnny standing behind Jaehyun. Your new hiring manager flashes you a wink as they enter, and the door is shut firmly behind them. Jaehyun goes to sit with Hyuck, but Johnny approaches you, taking the seat next to you on Markâs bed.Â
âHowâs your night going?â Johnny asks.
âSheâs waiting for her stalker to come kidnap her and fuck her brains out,â Hyuck says loudly.
âYour stalker?â Johnny laughs.
âSome guy has been calling her all week,â Mark tries to explain.
âIt sounds worse than it is,â you insist, feeling the need to defend Ghostie. âHeâs only a little perverted.âÂ
âAnd youâre into that sort of thing?â Jaehyun questions, cocking his head while Mark takes a puff from the bong and hands it over.
âNot usually,â you admit. âBut⊠this guy is different.â
âYou donât even know what he looks like,â Mark groans, collapsing in his desk chair and running an anxious hand through his hair.
âThat doesnât matter,â you insist.Â
âFucking girls, dude,â Hyuck laughs, sitting up and watching Jaehyun smoke from the bong. âYou know what we need?â
âMore weed?â Mark suggests.
âYes, but also, shots.â Hyuckâs eyes shift to Johnny. âNot the shit from downstairs. The good stuff.â
Johnny lets out a chuckle. âYou want something from my secret stash?â
âThe tequila you brought back from Mexico,â Hyuck nods.
Jaehyun lets out a puff of smoke, holding the bong out for Johnny, who shakes his head.Â
âYouâre not taking a hit?â Jaehyun asks, staring at Johnny in hazy shock.
âNot tonight,â Johnny responds. Then he turns to you. âIf neither of us are taking a crack at the bong, how about you come help me grab the tequila?â
âCareful, John,â Hyuck teases, âSheâs not interested in you, she only has eyes for this Ghostie dude.â
Mark shoves Hyuckâs knee and Johnny simply grins. âCome on Tiny, you donât want to get secondhand high on a night like this.â
Heâs right about that, and you stand with him, heading to the door. Johnnyâs so tall and broad, and you try not to stare at his shoulders, but itâs extremely difficult not to appreciate his large form.Â
âWhatâs your costume?â you ask.Â
âOh, this?â He pulls casually at his black tshirt. âIâm a serial killer, they look like everyone else.â
âVery original,â you laugh, falling into step with the tall fratboy as you make your way down the crowded hall.Â
âMy room is on the top floor,â he tells you, heading to the stairwell and holding the door open for you. âI like your dress, by the way.â
âThanks, it goes with this.â You hold up the Ghost Face mask to show it to him, and his grin widens while you climb the stairs.
âYouâre gonna have to let me try that on.â
âIâm uh⊠Iâm actually saving it for Ghostie to try,â you admit, feeling a little silly with how loyal youâre being to your mystery caller.
âHeâs a lucky guy,â Johnny muses.
âHereâs to hoping it goes well,â you sigh.
Johnny doesnât respond to your comment, and as you reach the top floor he guides you three rooms down, using a key to unlock the door before he holds it open for you. âAfter you, Tiny.â
The space is the same size as Hyuck and Markâs, but it only has one bed. âI didnât realize they had single rooms here,â you say, looking around.Â
âThereâs only a few, and Iâve got seniority,â Johnny explains. He closes the door behind him, walking over to the large closet.Â
You take in the decorations. Itâs unmistakably a frat boy's room, but much cleaner than youâre used to. Thereâs a gaming station, and a mini fridge that youâd guess is full of beer. A clothing rack shows off some of Johnnyâs more sophisticated tastes.Â
Youâre curious about what else he has in his stash, so you join him by the closet, peeking inside. âWeâre looking for tequila right?â
God, he has a whole shelf full of expensive bottles of booze.Â
âUh huh,â Johnny nods. âShould be in the back here somewhere.â
âIsnât this tequila?â you ask, pointing to a bottle heâs brushed past.
âClose,â Johnny flashes a grin at you before continuing to rummage, âbut no cigar.âÂ
You freeze.Â
Itâs been nearly a week since your first interaction with Ghostie, but you remember that interesting turn of phrase like it was yesterday.Â
But- it canât be.Â
Johnny canât be your mystery caller-
Can he?
âFound it,â Johnny announces, pulling an immaculate bottle of tequila out. His gaze lands on you. âYou alright, Tiny? You look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âI mean⊠have I?âÂ
He cocks his head. âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâreâŠâ You swallow thickly. âAre you my Ghostie?â
Johnny meets your gaze with a steady look. âDoes it upset you?â
Itâs not a clear confirmation, but itâs a confirmation nonetheless.Â
You stare at him in absolute shock for a moment. He looks insanely gorgeous tonight, all broad, with his pretty lips- without even knowing what youâre doing, you find yourself throwing your arms around him and burying your face against his chest.
Johnny freezes, obviously startled by the sudden contact, but then heâs wrapping you in a tight embrace. One of his hands finds the back of your head, and he cradles you close.
Neither of you say anything, you simply hold each other while you come to terms with everything.Â
Heâs so stupid for ever thinking you wouldnât want him-
You do want him. You want him so bad-
Pulling away from his chest, you tilt your chip up, reaching for his face. You cup his cheek while you move on your tiptoes to press your lips against his.
He appears just as shocked at this movement as when youâd hugged him, but he eases into it all the same, kissing you back gently.
But you donât want gentle, you want him.
Youâre pent up from a week of teasing, and you shift in his embrace, wrapping both arms around the back of his neck while you glide your tongue against his lip.Â
Johnny lets out a groan, his mouth opening for you while his hands slip down to tug your waist closer.
The kiss deepens and now itâs your turn to release a moan, pressing your tits closer to his chest. He feels like heaven against you, and his lips are absolutely magic. His tongue glides gently against your own. You can taste beer, but itâs not unpleasant, in fact, it turns you on even more.
You thread your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp-
âFuck,â Johnny mutters against your mouth.
Then heâs bending down, hands grabbing at your ass and prompting you to jump. You wrap your legs around his hips and he carries you effortlessly, closing the distance to his bed.
Instead of tossing you down, he sits on the mattress and suddenly your knees are digging into his charcoal duvet. Youâre on top, fingers in his hair, your tongue licking at his lip, and youâve never felt so powerful.
It gives you the confidence to wiggle your hips a little, and youâre pleased to find heâs already growing hard in his jeans. God, he feels big- and your pussy throbs at the idea of what youâre going to do to him tonight.
Youâre in a dress, and your panty-clad core feels delightful against bulging denim. Johnnyâs grabbing at your bare thigh, kneading your flesh, and it makes you moan desperately. Not only is he skilled with his tongue, but his hands seem to know what theyâre doing too.
Suddenly heâs grabbing at your hair, tugging you so you arch your head back, giving him access to your throat. His mouth feels amazing as he begins to lick and suck on your neck, finding your sweet spot way too easily-
âWho-â You swallow thickly. âWho gave you my number?â
Johnny laughs against your skin, pulling away to look up at you with dark eyes. âMark did.â
âMark?!â Youâre in absolute shock now.Â
âGave it to me during finals last year,â Johnny explains. âBut⊠we both had busy summers andâŠâ one of his hands sneaks down to guide your hips, helping you grind against him, âI guess I wasnât sure how you felt about me.âÂ
âYouâre crazy!âÂ
âMaybe a little,â he admits. âIâm also Markâs big, and itâs not like you and I have ever been close.â
âBut youâve liked me for a while, havenât you, Ghostie?âÂ
He groans at the nickname, looking up at you with eyes full of wonder. âLonger than you know.â
You wish you could say youâve felt the same- but in all honesty, you have always seen him as Markâs big. As an older fratboy dad type-
The way heâs acted with you this week has inklings of that protective daddy personality you know and enjoy, but⊠heâs not been particularly dad-like. Heâs shown you a new side of himself, and youâre so fucking happy he did.
âYou know, when Mark finds out youâre my stalker heâs going to flip.â
âI wasnât stalking you,â Johnny insists, grinning up at you as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you grind against him harder.Â
âGod, you even hired me for a job-â
He laughs. âIt wasnât favoritism, you had a cover letter, the bar owner was even impressed.â
âYouâre so bad- this whole time youâve been mind fucking me. I would have never guessed my Ghostie worked at Skeets.â
âWell, I do have a minor in psychology,â he admits. âFigured the best place to hide is in plain sight.â
âYou even smoked a joint in front of me and I never guessed-â
âYeah, I was playing with fire with that one,â Johnny laughs.Â
âItâs funny. I was so busy thinking about being loyal to Ghostie that I was trying not to check you out last night.âÂ
âAnd Iâm so lucky to have you. You wouldnât even let me put on your Ghost Face mask, so busy saving it for Ghostie.â
âSaving myself too,â you note, grinning down at him.
âYeah?âÂ
âWeâve talked every night since Sunday- I havenât cum in over a week.âÂ
âFuck, Tiny,â Johnny groans. âI guess I better help you out then.â
âReally? How are you going to do that?â
âIâll let you stay on top for a while, let you grind against me until youâre begging for me to tear your dress off.â He pulls at the strap on your shoulder. âThen, Iâll flip you over, get on my knees, and eat you out like the good girl you are, stretching you open with my fingers.â
âAnd then?â
âWhen youâre shaking and delirious from cumming, Iâll fuck you right. Bet youâve never really been fucked right before.â
God, you definitely havenât. At least- you know youâve never been fucked the way Johnny is about to fuck you.
âWhat if I already want you to tear my dress off?â you ask, grinding down against his cock.
Johnny lets out a low groan, grinning at you. âTiny, youâre nowhere near begging yet.â
âIâm not?â You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his throat before your teeth drag against his earlobe. âPlease, Ghostie, Iâm already so fucking wet, you wouldnât believe it-â
He laughs, hand finding your hair again. He tugs you away from his neck, pressing his lips to your own and kissing you hard.
He takes your breath away. His tongue is perfect, licking and tasting- making you moan loudly while you work your hips, swiveling on his denim-covered cock.
âFuck, Ghostie, youâre so fucking big-â
âYou havenât seen anything yet,â he promises, grabbing a fistful of your ass and squeezing so hard it almost hurts. But the pain is wonderful, and you cry out in ecstasy, working yourself harder against him.
If it wasnât for his enticing cock, you think you could make out with him like this forever.Â
You just want to be naked, so you grab at your dress, intent on lifting it off-
Johnny stops you. âIâve told you patience is a virtue, havenât I, Tiny?â
You groan in annoyance. âJohn, please-â
âGhostie,â he corrects you.
You donât even care- you simply grab his hand, guiding it between your legs. His fingertips brush over your soaked panties, and you gasp at the feeling of him, immediately grinding down, looking for relief.
âFuck-â you moan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.
He begins to circle your clit through your thong and youâre forced to grab at his shoulder to steady yourself, whimpering loudly.Â
âShit, Tiny, youâre so fucking pretty,â he whispers.
âI need you,â you gasp, feeling an orgasm already bubbling in the pit of your stomach. âPlease, move my panties to the side-â
Johnny doesnât question you this time. He pulls your thong away, easily burying two large fingers into your wet, needy core.
Now youâre really gasping. You lean forward, wrapping both arms around his strong shoulders and burying your face against his throat. âOh my God, Ghostie- donât stop-â
âYouâre going to cum from this, arenât you, pretty girl?â
You nod desperately, swiveling your hips so your clit can rub against the palm of his hand while his fingers work you open.Â
âSo good,â you whimper. âSo fucking good-â
Johnny groans, curving his fingers and stroking your gspot.
You squeal in his lap, thigh muscles clenching while your pussy begins to throb around the foreign intrusions. Youâre so close to the edge you can almost taste it.
âWant you to cum for me. Wanna hear your sounds while you drip down my hand.âÂ
Fuck, heâs way too sexy, voice all low and seductive. Heâs breathing hard, and you can tell youâre turning him on just from riding his fingers-
âCome on, Tiny, whoâs my good girl?â
âI am-â you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you straight on.Â
You moan loudly, burying your face against Johnnyâs neck. Youâre panting against his skin, wiggling your hips while his fingers continue inside of you, driving you absolutely insane. Waves of pleasure are overtaking your form, and your mind is completely blank, overwhelmed by the feeling of ecstasy that Johnny provides for you.
âThatâs it,â Johnny encourages you. âSo fucking good for me.â
Youâre shaking on his lap by the time your high is over, and you press wet kisses to his throat, earning groans from your Ghostie.Â
You reach down for your dress, lifting it up and off your body. Johnny pulls back, watching you with dark eyes. He takes his fingers out of your wet pussy, bringing them to his lips to clean. But heâs not done there, as you toss the fabric to the floor, Johnny offers you his digits next.Â
You lock eyes with him for a moment before leaning forward and accepting, taking his wet fingers into your mouth and helping suck them clean. You groa at the taste of yourself. Johnny watches the motion, his free hand finding your hip and forcing you to grind down against his cock.Â
âYouâre so hot, Tiny,â he says, removing his fingers from your lips.
âWait till you see me naked,â you grin, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra.Â
It falls away easily, and Johnnyâs large hands cup your breasts almost immediately. His head dips, eyes taking in your newly exposed skin. âFuck, how does a girl get this perfect?â
âHow does a guy get a massive cock like yours?â you counter, rubbing yourself against the front of his jeans.Â
âTouche,â he chuckles, leaning down to lick your nipple.Â
You thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him to show more affection to your chest, which heâs more than happy to do. His large hand cups your right breast while he worships your other with his mouth, suckling on your nipple. His teeth drag gently against the sensitive bud and you moan loudly, rocking your hips all the while.
âAs much as Iâd love to keep sucking on your tits,â Johnny sighs, lips moving up your throat again, âIâd rather be between your legs.â
âGhostie, do whatever you want to me,â you instruct, feeling delightfully submissive.
âYou got it, Tiny.âÂ
In one easy motion, he flips you so your back is on the bed. Johnny pulls away from you, sinking to his knees at the edge of the mattress before grabbing you and tugging you closer. He tears his own shirt off, giving you a great view of muscles that make you even wetter. Then he grabs your panties, sliding them down your legs so youâre completely bare for him now.
Johnny doesnât say anything, he simply licks his lips and dives into you. His tongue parts your folds, dipping inside to taste your walls while your legs shake around his head. âFuck, Ghostie-â
You reach down to grab his hair, applying enough pressure to his head to let him know youâre enjoying what heâs doing⊠if he canât already tell from your desperately needy moans.Â
His lips move to suction on your clit and a squeal escapes you, your back arching slightly at the sensation.Â
Youâre sensitive from having cum already, sensitive from having not cum all week only to be getting this much attention now. But youâre also probably sensitive because this is Johnny, because thereâs been a build-up thatâs left you ready to pop, and he seems intent on making you pop multiple times for him.
âOh my God,â you whimper, eyes closed, abdominal muscles tensing with effort as his skilled tongue works you up again.Â
Johnny groans against your pussy and itâs one of the sexiest things thatâs ever happened to you. Your grip on his hair tightens, your core throbbing with pleasure already.
When he adds two fingers into your dripping hole, you know youâre not going to last, but you donât think he wants you to.
In fact, youâd bet that Johnny himself is just about ready to explode. You canât believe he doesnât have his cock out yet- canât believe heâs so intent on making you cum twice before getting any satisfaction for himself.
âFuck, Ghostie-â You want to tell him how close you are to cumming, but you can hardly get the words out between your moans. âIâm- holy shit-â
Johnny finger fucks you even harder, his mouth focusing on your clit, and youâre pretty sure heâs understood your garbled attempt to warn him, pretty sure he wants you to cum.
You allow yourself to find your release, your back arching again as you tug on Johnnyâs hair, keeping his face between your legs. You grind down slightly, your body chasing your orgasm as it surges through you like fire in your veins.
Johnny lets out a low groan again, and your entire body twitches at the extra stimulation. Youâre gasping now. Nothing has ever felt this good-
To his credit, Johnny tries to help you through your entire orgasm, but he pulls away before youâre truly finished. You can feel him panting against your pussy, and when you open your eyes to look down at him, you find Johnny staring at you with the horniest expression youâve ever seen on a man.
âGhostie-â you whimper, shifting against his duvet.Â
âCondoms,â he says, pulling his fingers out of your core and standing up.
âIâm on birth control,â you tell him quickly, making him freeze. âAnd if weâre both clean-â
Johnny practically moans at the idea, looking down at your body. âDoes my Tiny want to be filled up all nice and good?â
Now itâs your turn to groan, and you nod, licking your lips. You sit up next, feeling your skin heat at the words you want to say, âI also⊠I wanna suck you off first.â
Johnny approaches the bed again, towering over you. Itâs hard to focus on his eyes when his abs and strong biceps and veiny forearms are drawing your attention, but when he cups your jaw it makes things easier. âWhat did I ever do to deserve you?â
âYou pretty much stalked me for a week,â you tease, grinning.
Your Ghostie lets out a laugh. He doesnât bother to check you on the word âstalkingâ this time, even though heâs always been adamant thatâs not what he was up to. Itâs nice to have this little win, and as a reward for him biting his tongue, you reach out to undo his belt.
As the buckle unclasps and you move to his zipper, thereâs a loud banging on the door.
Johnny looks over his shoulder and you can hear Hyuck screaming âTequila!âÂ
The frat boy in front of you lifts his finger to his lips, a shushing motion, and then he reaches into his back pocket for his phone. You bet heâs going to text Hyuck some lie about not being in the room, but youâre too horny to slow down.
You get his jeans undone and you bundle your hands up in all the fabric, roughly tugging them down.
Johnny lets out a groan when his large cock slaps up against his abdomen, and he moves his phone to the side to give himself a better view, holding it with one hand while raising a brow at you.
Youâre on your knees at the foot of the bed now while Johnny stands there, and you steady yourself, grabbing the base of his cock. With one last wink at Ghostie, you lean forward, kitten licking his length from balls to tip.
The man above you quickly types in the text, then tosses his phone to the side, his large hand coming down to cup your cheek. You take this as a sign to accept him into your mouth, so you do exactly that.
Heâs so large and thick- you havenât sucked cock in a while, and youâve never sucked a cock as big as his. You know you can take your time, Johnnyâs always been patient with you.Â
You start by paying attention to the head, swirling your tongue around him and getting used to his size. Your eyes close, mind focused completely on your task. Youâre already drooling from this, and you can feel your saliva dripping down his shaft. You smooth your thumb along the new trail of spit, helping lube your hand so you can begin to pump his cock.
âFuck,â Johnny groans, tightening his grip in your hair.
You try to sink your mouth further onto his cock, but itâs difficult. Heâs just so huge-
Your pussy throbs knowing that soon, this monster dick is going to be inside of you-
Without any lube that youâve seen so far, you want to make him as slicked up as possible, and it helps that youâre drooling from how sexy all of this is.
His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly, powering through the uncomfortable feeling as you glide your tongue along his shaft. Youâre not a quitter.
âHoly fuck, Tiny-â Johnny praises you. âYou donât have to try to take more than you can handle-â
But you want to. You want to pleasure him the way heâs pleasured you, and his words only prompt you to suck harder, earning more groans from the man above you.
âYouâre so good at this,â he continues his words of encouragement, and they do help you take him deeper. His voice is smooth, sexy, and thankfully not modulated in any way.Â
Youâve never realized how nice Johnâs voice really is.Â
You apply more pressure with your hand, pumping him faster-
âOkay, okay-â Johnny tugs gently on your hair, prompting you to pull off of his cock and blink up at him in confusion. âI have to fuck you now. Iâm done waiting.âÂ
You let out a tiny mewl, nodding.Â
Johnny kicks off his jeans completely, pressing a knee onto the bed. He leans down to kiss you, and then heâs grabbing your body. In one easy motion, he tosses you a few feet up the mattress, so your head can land against the pillows.
God, he makes you feel truly Tiny- itâs one of the sexiest things ever.
He takes his place between your legs next, lips finding yours. One of his hands cups your cheek, and the kiss deepens, his tongue invading your mouth while your arms wrap around his strong shoulders.
You can feel his cock sliding between your pussy lips, and itâs almost embarrassing how wet you are, how much drool youâve left on him.Â
âPlease-â you whimper. You canât wait another moment either, you have to know what he feels like. You reach your hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock so you can line him up with you properly. âGhostie, I canât-â
He kisses you, cutting you off. Something tells you Johnny understands, and the moment you have him properly situated, he begins to push into you.
You gasp against his lips, letting go of his cock so you can grab his shoulders. Heâd worked you open with his fingers two times over, but nothing compares to this. You can feel your walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth, and it leaves you practically brain-dead.
âLet me know if itâs too much,â Johnny tells you, lips moving to your throat so he can suck on your sweet spot while he continues to burry into your hot, wet core.
You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, closing your eyes while the feeling of him overtakes you. Youâve never moaned like this before, never felt anything like Johnny-
He groans loudly against your skin, gently thrusting, coating his cock in your juices to make things easier-
The moment his hips hit flush to yours, his full cock buried inside of you, you both gasp. Johnny grabs at your hands, interlocking your fingers and pinning them to the pillows on either side of your head.
âFuck, youâre so big, youâre so-â You canât even think, especially not when he takes another test thrust.
His cock drags against your inner walls and you cry out, body tingling.Â
âYou take me so well, Tiny,â he praises you, mouth still hot on your throat. âThe perfect fit.âÂ
You canât speak, not now, but you can squeeze his hands and tilt your head to the side, kissing his cheek. Johnny takes the cue to bring his lips back to yours, and youâre immediately lost in yet another breathtaking makeout session.
Heâs moving slow, fucking into you at a gentle pace, allowing your body to get used to his massive size.Â
But youâre feeling particularly desperate, and greedy. âMore.âÂ
âMore?â He laughs. âYou sure about that?â
You nod, eager to be decimated by him. âPlease, ruin me-â
Johnny groans, letting go of one of your hands so he can press his palm flat to the bed, giving himself more leverage. He begins to fuck you faster, and each meeting of his cock to your core has you whimpering like a whore in heat.
âYou make the cutest fucking sounds,â Johnny breathes.
Only he - with his cock making you feral - would call your noises of pleasure cute.
Heâs so stupidly endearing.
âFuck, Tiny, youâre dripping- making this too fucking easy for me.âÂ
Itâs absolutely embarrassing how wet you are. Heâs gliding into you with no issues now, and each movement is like heaven. The head of his cock hits a spot deep in your stomach- you canât help but reach down, pressing your palm to your abdomen-
You can feel him rearranging your guts, and you both groan when you apply a bit of pressure.
âDeep, huh?â Johnny lets out a moaned chuckle.Â
âSo deep-â you agree, words slightly garbled.Â
âIâve just started with you and you can hardly speak,â Johnny muses. âWonder whatâs gonna happen when I make you cum again.â
You cry out desperately, removing your hand from your stomach so you can claw at his hair, bringing his lips back to your own.
Youâre tired of thinking- all you want to do is experience this, experience him, at your fullest- and boy, are you fucking full.
Johnny lets go of your other hand, reaching for your thigh. He adjusts it higher on his hip and suddenly heâs driving into you even deeper.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you gasp loudly against his lips. Johnny traces his tongue along your teeth, and you can feel him smirking.
You love that heâs enjoying this- enjoying watching you come completely undone for him.
âYou know,â he says, âif you keep squeezing me like that, Iâm not going to last long.â
You donât even care. You know this isnât the only time youâll be fucking this man- and after cumming twice already, your body is near its limit of pleasure, if thatâs even possible. In fact, thereâs something very sexy about making a man cum quicker than heâs used to, and your pussy clenches at the thought.Â
âFuck,â Johnny groans again. âCan I flip you over?â
At this point, youâll agree to any request, and you nod quickly, biting at your lip.
With one last kiss, Johnny pulls away from you. His cock slips out of your core and you whine at the loss, only for his two large hands to grab your waist and manually turn you onto your stomach. Then he adjusts your hips, pulling you up into doggy position.
âIf you need to scream, use the pillows,â Johnny warns you, lining up with your pussy again.
The first thrust has you doing exactly that. You bury your face into the pillow, letting out a loud cry as his cock hits deeper than before.Â
This position might just kill you, but you donât care.
His hands feel so good- so large and warm and steady on your hips as he finds an even rougher pace.
You can hear your ass smacking loudly against his front with each thrust and it only adds to your arousal.Â
Bunching your hands up in his duvet, you do your best not to be so loud that the whole frat will hear you. But itâs so difficult not to just melt under him-Â
You can feel your eyes welling with pleasure-fueled tears, and it drives you crazy.
âFuck, you like this position, donât you, pretty girl?â
âYes, Ghostie!â you gasp, nodding while his cock continues to make you feel like absolute heaven.
âYou look fucking perfect like this,â he tells you. âFace down, ass up. Pretty soon youâll be begging for me to fill you up even more.â
His words flip a switch inside of you. âGod, yes, please-â you cry out. âI want it so bad-â
âWant what?â
âWant your cum,â you whimper. âWanna be so full-â
Johnny groans, grabbing rough fistfuls of your ass while he fucks you even harder.Â
âI need it, Ghostie, I need it-â Youâre crying now, and Johnny notices.
He bends over your back, bracing an arm across your chest so he can lift you onto your knees. He cups your jaw, thumb stroking through a tear track. âHoly shit, Tiny,â he moans, mouth hot against your shoulder.Â
âPlease, Ghostie, please-â you whimper, lower lip trembling-
Youâre so close-
Johnny lets go of your jaw, and his hand slips down your front. You jolt when his fingers make contact with your clit, wriggling in his grasp.
âIâm almost there, Tiny,â he admits. âWatching you cum will tip me over the edge- youâll be good and cum for me, right?â
All you can do is nod. Words are gone. Your mind is blank except for the pleasure thatâs coursing through you.
Your noises are getting pitchier, and Johnny works you all the way to your peak. You gasp loudly as you topple over the edge, core clamping down hard on his cock.
Your legs feel like jelly, and Johnny releases you, allowing you to fall to the bed while your orgasm ravages your form. Youâre clawing at the sheets, burying your face in his bed to muffle your screams-
His hands are bruising on your hips, and you hear him let out a loud groan. You can feel him filling you up, his motions faltering ever so slightly. His breath is hot against your shoulders and itâs added stimulus that makes you twitch, so completely overwhelmed that it almost feels like youâre about to black out.
But you donât want to miss a second of this. His groans of pleasure keep you in the moment even as your mind is in a sex daze.Â
Johnny rides you through your high, thrusts slowing until he comes to a stop behind you.Â
Youâre both breathing heavily now, and Johnny stays still for a moment, enjoying the last of your orgasm aftershocks. Then he flattens his chest to your back, hand falling to the bed next to your own.Â
âHoly shit,â he breathes.Â
You canât help but let out a small laugh, and it makes Johnny groan as your core clenches again.
He kisses your shoulder, lips oddly tender in comparison to the way he just blew your back out.Â
âGhostie-â you whimper, wanting to collapse on his bed from exhaustion.Â
âStay still, Iâll get something to clean you up,â he assures you, pressing one last kiss to your skin before straightening from your back.Â
You miss his warmth as soon as heâs gone, and you especially miss his cock when it slides out of you.Â
You feel him get off the bed, and a moment later, something begins to drip down your inner thighs. He really filled you up, and it makes you twitch. You reach a hand between your legs, cupping your core and rolling onto your back on his bed, trying to breathe properly.
Johnny is back a second later, and you can feel his gaze on you.
âSpread these thighs for me, Tiny,â he says gently, touching your knee.Â
You open your eyes, and then you open your legs.Â
Johnny moves your hand out of the way, letting out a groan. âYou have no idea how fucking hot this is-â he tells you, wiping your core clean of his cum.Â
You still donât have it within yourself to speak, you can only watch him toss the tissue in the garbage before youâre making grabby hands at him.
Johnny laughs. He sits on the bed next to you, leaning against the headboard before scooping you into his lap. Heâs so fucking big, and he makes you feel safe cuddled in his arms, your cheek pressed to his chest.
His heart is still racing, and it makes you feel better to know youâre not the only one whoâs so affected by this.
Johnnyâs fingers begin to thread through your hair, and he simply holds you while you come out of subspace.Â
The party is still in full swing outside, and itâs an interesting feeling to have such a private moment with Johnny in the middle of a frat on Halloween.Â
âDo you think anyone heard us?â you ask finally.
Johnny laughs. âDonât worry about it,â he says soothingly.Â
You pull away from his chest, looking up at him. His hand moves to cup your face and you press your lips to his. Itâs a much gentler kiss than heâd given you mid-fuck, and it eases your racing heart.Â
âGhostie?â
âYeah, Tiny?âÂ
âI like you a lot.â
He lets out another chuckle. âI like you too.â
âWeâll do this again sometime, right?â
âOf course, Tiny.â His hand smooths up and down your back. âIâd also like to take you on dates, if youâll let me.â
âIâd like that,â you nod, relaxing against his chest again. âAnd⊠and when you call me, no more voice modulator.â
âNo?â
âI like your voice, your real voice.â God, youâre feeling so soft and mushy for him.
âI like your voice too.â For a second, itâs a sweet moment, and then Johnny continues, âLiked listening to your whimpers.â
Heâs such a frat boy, but you kind of love him for it. âDid you like my tears too?â
âOnly if theyâre for a good reason,â Johnny says. âIf anyone else ever makes you cry, Iâll have to fuck them up.â
âMy protective Ghostie,â you grin, leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw.
âAs much as Iâd love to stay cuddling you forever, I should probably bring the boys some tequila,â Johnny sighs.
âThe boys,â you echo. âI feel like Iâve just fucked Mark and Hyuckâs dad.â
âDo you have a daddy kink, Tiny?â
âFor you, I have any kink you want,â you laugh.Â
âI like the sound of that.â
âJust⊠kiss me again?â you ask. âWe can bring tequila after.â
âAre you sure you want to come with? You can stay here and Iâll come back-â
âWe shouldâŠâ you lick your lips, âwe should be social.â
âI just fucked your brains out and you want to go be social?â Johnny grins. âMaybe I didnât work you over well enough.â
âYou worked me over perfect,â you laugh, grabbing at his jaw so you can press your lips to his.
Johnny melts into the kiss, and thereâs something in it that feels like coming home. Youâve never felt this safe with a guy before, and itâs kind of starting to scare you.
If you were to stay here- you think you might even fall in love with Johnny⊠that is, if you havenât already.
You pull away from your Ghostie, letting out a sigh.Â
Getting out of his lap isnât fun, and your legs are wobbly as you stand next to the bed, but Johnnyâs hands go to your hips to steady you.
When he stands, he towers over you, and youâre overcome by your thirst for him all over again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, bringing him in for another kiss.Â
Itâs so easy to get lost in making out with Johnny, but you have to tear yourself away, nodding, âTequila.â
âTequila,â he echoes. âCan you stand by yourself?â
âIâm okay,â you assure him, but it still hurts when he lets you go.Â
Johnny pulls on some sweatpants while you find your dress-
âYouâre not putting that back on,â Johnny tells you, moving to his closet. âLet me give you some clothes.â
âAre you trying to announce to Mark and Hyuck that weâve fucked?â you laugh, accepting the large t-shirt he throws your way.
âTrust me, Tiny, theyâll know.â
âYeah? Howâs that?â
âAfter this, I wonât be able to keep my hands to myself, and something tells me you wonât be able to either.â Johnny pulls on a hoodie, grabbing the tequila and turning to you. âI know you, remember?âÂ
You grin, pulling on the pair of black boxer shorts heâd also sent your way. âMaybe a little too well.âÂ
âOr not well enough,â Johnny suggests, approaching you again.
âYouâre such a sweet talker.â
âOnly for you,â he smirks, leaning down to kiss you again. âYou look cute in my clothes.â
âDo I look like I just got fucked senseless?â
âDefinitely.âÂ
âMarkâs going to hate you,â you laugh.
âHeâll get over it,â Johnny brushes it off, reaching for your hand. âReady to go?â
âAs ready as Iâll ever be.âÂ
âYou can still stay here if you want.â
âNo, letâs face this now.â You need to be firm, need to get out of this love den before you find yourself even more loved up.
The two of you head to his door and Johnny holds it open for you.Â
In the time youâve been fucking, it looks like a lot of people have dispersed from the party, so walking through the hallway isnât exactly a walk of shame. However, when you get down the stairs to Markâs floor, you realize you still have to pull up your big girl panties to face him.
âIâm going to run to the bathroom,â you tell Johnny, âIâll meet you in Markâs.â
âYou donât want me to come with you?â
âTo the bathroom?â you laugh. âI think Iâm good.â
With one last kiss, you make your way to the frat bathroom at the end of the hall. Itâs important to go pee after sex, for UTI reasons, your sorority big sister has drilled that into you since first year. When youâre done, you head to the sink, daring a look at yourself in the dirty mirror.
You look fucked, but you also look happy.Â
In fact, you canât stop smiling.Â
After washing your hands, you dab some water on your throat, hoping it will calm you down. Once you feel good and ready, you exit the bathroom.
Markâs door is open when you get to his room, and you poke your head inside.Â
Jaehyun and Hyuck are on one bed, Mark and Johnny on the other, and theyâre all lifting shots to their mouths. As you step inside, Markâs gaze shifts to you. He takes in your new outfit and his eyes widen, then he spits out his shot, coughing loudly.Â
Johnnyâs hand finds Markâs back while he practically coughs up a lung, and then Mark is leaping to his feet. âWhat-â His eyes dart between you and Johnny, and you can see the realization there.Â
âJesus, Mark, learn how to handle a shot,â Hyuck scoffs.
Mark doesnât even entertain Hyuck, he simply turns to his big, pointing an accusatory finger at Johnnyâs chest. âYouâre Ghostie!?â
Johnny stands up. âYouâre the one who gave me her number last year.â
âI what?!â Markâs eyes are practically bulging out of his head now.
Hyuck and Jaehyun exchange a look, and Hyuck reaches for the tequila to pour another shot.
âMark, it could be worse-â you say, trying to de-escalate the situation while stepping further into the room.
âHow could it be worse!?â Mark bellows. âMy Big is a stalker!â
âHeâs not a stalker,â you defend Johnny, coming to join your tall new lover, your hand reaching for his.
âYouâre her new boss!â Mark insists.
âHyuck fucked our last bar manager,â Johnny points out.
âGuilty,â Hyuck smirks over the rim of his new shot.
Markâs still not having any of this situation. âThis is fucked up.â
âMark, Iâve told you a million times, itâs spooky season.â You canât help but giggle. This has been such a turn of events, but you wouldnât want it any other way.
âYou better not hurt her,â Mark says next, trying to meet Johnnyâs gaze even while substantially shorter.Â
âI wonât,â Johnny promises.Â
âThis is just-â Mark shakes his head. âFuck this, I need to sleep.â
âWe can move the party to my room,â Jaehyun says, already grabbing the bottle of tequila while Hyuck reaches for his bong.
Itâs clear Markâs done talking, and he collapses onto his bed face first like a tantruming toddler. Youâll discuss this with him another day, but you know now is probably not the time to push him to accept that his Big has a whole different side to him that Markâs never seen.Â
As you leave the room with Hyuck, Johnny and Jaehyun, Hyuck elbows you in the side. âI always knew youâd end up with one of us.â
âYeah?â you laugh, gaze shifting to Johnny and Jaehyun who walk a few feet ahead of you.
âOnce an NCT girl, always an NCT girl,â Hyuck nods. âAnd between usâŠâ he leans closer, âJohnny is a good one.â
Your Ghostie looks over his shoulder at you, and you meet his gaze with a smile. âHe is,â you agree. âHey, John?â
âYes, Tiny?â He stops at the door to the stairwell, holding it open and allowing you to catch up.
âI changed my mind, I think I am done with the party tonight.â
âYeah?â Johnny smirks. âGonna come back to my room?â
âIf you invite me.â
âTiny, my room has an open-door policy for you now.â
âIs that so?â you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
âUh huh,â Johnny grins. âAnd free cuddles, anytime you want them.â
âI like the sound of that,â you confess.Â
âJust get married already!â Hyuck shouts back at the two of you as he climbs the stairs with Jaehyun.Â
You and Johnny can only laugh at Hyuck. Your willpower is completely gone, and you allow your Ghostie to take you back to his room.Â
He cuddles you close as the party dies down outside, and you find yourself slipping into the best sleep of your life on Halloween night with your Ghostie by your side.
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đź preview. Thereâs no way he should be this fucking sexy. Youâre outside in the cold, parkas on, a Santa hat on his head, a joint between his lips, both your jeans down to your knees, his hand over your mouth to stifle your moans, and heâs about to fuck you against a wall with his massive cock- youâve decided that Johnny as a whole is simply illegal.
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Youâve been dating Johnny for a month and a half and you still canât get enough of him. Whenever you pop over to the frat, itâs not long before one of you is dragging the other to his room. Thereâs never been sexual chemistry like there is for you and your Ghostie.
Youâd never thought your biggest hurdle in the workplace would be refraining from jumping your bar manager, but here you are, every shift, practically drooling over him. Each brush of his hands across your body as he moves behind you to grab something makes you want to tear his clothes off, and your patience is at an all-time low.Â
With Christmas fast approaching, the bar scene has substantially dwindled, and itâs making you even more needy. When Skeets only has a handful of customers, you fill drink orders while thinking about sucking on Johnnyâs cock.Â
It doesnât help that heâs started wearing a Santa hat- why does it make him even sexier?
As Johnny smiles and makes casual conversation with a pair of girls sitting at the bar, you do your best to calm yourself. At the end of the night, youâll be the one in Johnnyâs bed, you just have to get to closing.
You notice in the periphery of your vision that the girls are finishing up with their drinks. Johnny excuses himself to grab the card reader, and as he slips past your ass, you feel his hard cock in his jeans. Itâs difficult to stifle a moan, and you do so by biting on your lip.Â
He loves teasing you, especially while youâre at work, and it drives you absolutely mental.
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HIGH HEELS - ryomen sukuna.
ౚৠâ about. âsukuna knows those heels, heâs pulled them off of you a million times before during a haze of lustful kisses and sly touches. he has no idea why the sight of them turns him on so much.â as rough and rugged as he may seem, ryomen sukuna lives to see his girl happy. he loves to see her smile. he loves to know she feels as good as she looksâŠbut when you end up looking a little too good in a certain pair of heels, he canât be blamed for making you late for a dreaded dinner... ( 6.2K )
ౚৠâ warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, pwp â video banner. modern!au, rich girl!au, forbidden romance, reader has sisters, degradation, praise, pain play, fingering (f!receiving), exhibitionism, slight!daddy kink, hold the moan, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), cum play, creampies, modern bf!sukuna, rich girl fem!reader.
ౚৠâ things to note. haii everyone ! itâs been a while since i posted a longer fic so im excited. this was supposed to be a thirst lol. iâm just testing the waters with my version of modern bf!sukuna ! many thanks to @yennified for the ask that inspired it all. iâd like to thank everyone for their patience ân i hope you enjoy mwah mwah <3 - m.list â read on ao3 ! ÖŽ àŁȘàŁȘđ€â âč
âweâre going to be late, hot stuff.âÂ
âno weâre not, ryo. give me five minutes! i just need to ââÂ
if thereâs one thing ryomen âsukunaâ itadori had learned from dating you, is that time management was never and never will be your strong suit.
if the phrase fashionably late could be embodied as a person, sukuna believes that it would definitely take the shape of you. you and your beautiful brown eyes that plead with him to give you a moment not even five minutes before you leave the house for dinner reservations. you and your sinful curves only accentuated the silk slip dresses you spend so long steaming before sukuna takes you out for the night. you and your perfect lips that have to be painted with the right gloss or lipstick to match your nails, purse and heels.Â
all of you, and your beauty, make up the meat and bones of the phrase âfashionably late.â
just like right now, where you sit reapplying your hot chocolate lip gloss, perched on the edge of the luxurious king sized bed youâd demanded be in your hotel room. a room booked by your father for a family-oriented get-away. sukuna hadnât wanted to come, as a man from humble beginnings, using your daddyâs money wasnât something that he favoured â but the man liked to see his girl happy. sukuna lives to make you happy, even if he wonât admit it.Â
âdo ya really need five minutes to fix your lip gloss?â the pink haired man chides, sweeping a hand through his rosette locks in the mirror as he re-enters your bedroom. âiâve seen you do it in less, gorgeous,â blood red eyes are quick to place you in the centre of the room â they never stray from you for too long, sukuna will always find you in a room no matter how busy or bare it is. your presence fills him with love and brings him comfort, even if he refuses to accept that as his truth.Â
thereâs a coldness to the look you give him over your compact mirror while you rub the swell of your lips together, spreading the pigment across them easily. itâs a warning not to rush you, a warning to your boyfriend who knows better. âi said, i need my five minutes.âÂ
ryomen drops the topic with a shrug, fixing his silky tie at the collar of his dress shirt â the one youâd so carefully picked because it matches the deep tone of his eyes and the colour of your slip dress. a mark of possession on your part. once heâs done, he takes to packing your designer clutch with all of your essentials from the dresser â blotting powder, your purse, any silver jewellery youâll want to put on in the car. he slips on a couple of expensive rings to match with you too.
sukuna is more prepared for this dinner with your insufferable relatives than you are. he knows that tonight will be about your little sister and the rich lord sheâs bagged as her boyfriend along with how soon theyâll be getting married. or itâll focus on your older sister and her marriage that sheâs trying so hard to keep together, despite it clearly falling apart. both of your siblings seem to think that theyâre above you and your brooding, misunderstood boyfriend.Â
but you donât believe that.Â
and you like to rub your love for one another in their bitter faces.Â
âpretty girl,â sukuna purrs, his chest rumbling with affection once he takes note of your heels discarded to the side. their silver sparkles glint under the warm embrace of the lighting up above. sukuna knows those heels, heâs pulled them off of you a million times before during a haze of lustful kisses and sly touches. theyâre expensive too â he has no idea why the sight of them turns him on so much. âif you donât hurry up, we wonât be able to brag to your bitchy sisters about how in love we are.â
by no means is sukuna a man of weak resolve. his will is as strong as his exterior â coated in the scars of his rough past like the thick black tattoos that ink his arms. he remains strong in every scenario except for ones that concern you, one look from you and youâve got that mountain of a man crumbling like an avalanche and falling to his knees. you cast your boyfriend an amused gaze, smacking your lips as you watch him sink to his knees before your very eyes.Â
once again, your man takes the hint â thick fingers reaching for your glittery red bottom heels on the floor before he brings them up to the soles of your feet without a word. âyou know how much i love the sound of that, ryo,â comes your dark hum, the colour of your eyes dimming with a desire ryomen sukuna knows all too well. âbut i donât see an issue with looking good while i do it.âÂ
âyouâre right,â sukuna quips in a husky tone, taking one foot and slipping one of your expensive shoes onto it. âwho cares if weâre late to meet your sisters. as long as you feel as good as you look â i couldnât give a fuck.â his thick fingers that know the twitches and ticks of your body oh-so-well reach for the straps of your heels and slowly begin weaving them around your ankle, upwards.Â
his blood red eyes remain hooked on your exposed thighs and supple skin, littered with a beautiful array of marks and scars from over your years of existence. some from before you even knew of ryomen, others from during your time together. âdo you think i look good, baby?â you ask him innocently, leaning back on the bed with the palms of your hands lost in the whipped peaks of expensive cotton sheets â most exclusively found in this five star hotel.Â
sukuna grins in that slow and sexy way which makes your stomach lurch with lust, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. âfuckinâ gorgeous, theyâll be shakin with rage.â he says, praise melting on the tip of his tongue. his words, in a symphony syllables, are accompanied by an undercover tune of desire â sukuna is a hungry man with little patience and a big appetite. once heâs settled on something, heâs damn sure to get it.Â
tonight; his prey is you.Â
the hulking man with the contrastingly soft pink hair bends at the neck to press a chaste kiss to your knee cap, smoothing the rough surface of his palms and workmanâs hands over your doughy thighs â massaging you, easing any knots and tension beneath the top layer of your warm skin. his lips, only slightly chapped, curl upwards with a knowing smile when you let out a pleased chirp. sukunaâs hands work wonders on your body â causing your mind to drift away from the family dinner that awaits you.Â
tonight; you could very well fall victim to the claws and fangs ryomen sukuna possesses.
kisses quickly become open mouthed and wet, hot and slippery over your flesh â and soon, sukuna adds teeth to the mix once he reaches your inner thighs, littering the area with deep shades of purple and midnight blue. he had no intentions of ravaging you like this, at least not so soon, but with a woman this irritable and fiery and troublesome on his arm how could he not? they say that you attract what you put out and the mirthy look in your eye, hidden between beautiful brown flecks of innocence, tells sukuna that youâre exactly what his guarded soul has been looking for all of his life.
his pulse quickens beneath the calcium cage of his chest â heart beat rising as you allow his curious lips and pink fluffy hair begin to disappear under the silky fabric of your figure-hugging dress. sukuna can practically taste you, the air underneath your skirt is dewy and warm and your flavour (that he knows oh so well) lingers within its particles.
god, he wants you so bad. he doesnât even care how this may look.Â
a man like him on his knees, ready to worship you as if you spout riches and bleed liquid gold.Â
except you do, youâre worth more than sukuna could ever hope to be. the weight of your net-worth unfairly tips the scales and he doesnât even care. all because he loves you.Â
âwhyâre we even goinâ to this stupid dinner in the first place?â your rough and ragged boyfriend ponders out loud, with his words slipping over the edge of his sneaky snake's tongue. said tongue, if ryomen inches forward enough, could drag over your budding clit â clearly outlined through the barely-there crotch of your lace panties. âspend the night with me, doll. donât gotta go a placeâŠâ a thick finger pulls the string of fabric away from your sticky slit, toying with the material until your premature arousal glazes his fingertip.Â
but before the man can reward himself with the goods between your perfect thighs â the sharp point of your heel digs into ryomenâs firm right pec. your shoes are clean so they wonât leave a mark, but he feels like youâve left one on his heart, even as the bottom of your shoe pushes him back and away from your warmth.Â
âoh ryo, you must be hungry for the wrong thing,â you laugh breathlessly with your head tipping backwards, the sound shooting straight down to the hardness beneath sukunaâs black slacks. you push at him further until he rests back on his haunches â expression crazed and like a starved animal. âyou forgot the other shoe, love.âÂ
it turns out, youâre just as skilled a huntress as sukuna is. a vixen who stalks her prey and makes them beg for all her mercy. âhow careless of meâŠâ the man drawls, finding himself drawn to you like a moth to a candleâs flame. he craves your attention, he basks in it when you give it to him in the way that you do now. thereâs not a moment where youâre not looking at him, admiring the shape and form of your man as if heâs the rarest piece of art in the world or a treasure more expensive than any diamond.Â
within the depth of those enticing brown eyes lay the truest form of love â even when youâre seconds away from devouring each other, your love for ryomen outgrows any doubt planted in your heart by your bitter family.Â
âyâmust be so disappointed in meâŠâ he goes on, lifting your second ankle in one hand and adjusting your foot into the perfect position to slip your other heel on. âhow can i make it up to ya, gorgeous?â sukunaâs voice is gravelly, laced with intonations of neediness as he laces you up and finishes the job with a hand clasped over your knee. âiâll do anythinâ, anythinâ you want.â
graciously, you remove your red bottom from his shoulder and part your knees like the Red Sea â giving the older itadori the perfect view of the small string of fabric nestled between your glistening folds. even with the way you play coy, youâre always ready for him â as if itâs coded into your DNA to yearn for his touch.Â
the upper row of your teeth sink into your shiny bottom lip as you look down at your man with unadulterated hunger. âanything, ryo?âÂ
sukunaâs chest rumbles (like a storm) with pride, his watchful gaze noting how you twitch and writhe for more. he leans forward and lets his black painted nails sink into the surface of your thighs â dragging you towards his awaiting mouth. âanythinâ for you gorgeous.â he repeats, voice raspy. in one swift movement, your red-bottom heels are swung over wide shoulders with thick muscles, keeping you nice and spread for him.Â
from over your barely-there-panties, a finger glides through your glistening pussy lips and presses into your budding clit just to get a reaction out of you. a squeak that makes sukunaâs hips buck into the floor and a full body shiver that has your heels knocking behind the manâs head. arousal pearls on his fingertip through the material, which he leisurely rubs into the rest of your heated and throbbing sex, right down to your quivering hole.Â
two fingers with polished black nails slip past your underwearâs waistband and dip inside of you with practised ease, instantly curling to find that special spot that drives you up the wall. sukuna knows you well, heâs spent years getting to that point. heâs committed every little detail there is to know about you to memory â the your lashes flutter when you like how he touches you, the way your throat bobs just before you mewl out his name. he knows exactly what you like and how to make you feel good. that fact drives sukuna into a frenzy.
his fingers start to work you faster, a lewd suctioning sound echoing throughout the luxurious room the deeper they plunge into you. sukunaâs thumb deliciously rolls over your swollen clit to add to your mounting pleasure, writing the signature of his claim on one of the most sacred parts of your body â where no other person can have you.Â
âryomen!â you squeal in surprise, your shaky thighs threatening to close around your boyfriendâs skilled hands. your hole clenches around his thick digits feverishly while drooling directly into the seat of his rough palm.
a resounding chuckle echoes between your legs, vibrating against your syrupy sex as his pink head of hair disappears beneath the hem of your silken skirt. âthat good, huh?â comes his lazy reply to your call of his name, using his fingers to fuck your arousal back into you. âwhatâs the matter, pretty girl?âÂ
condescension twists with your boyfriendâs baritone voice, sending sparks of delight through your body like a thunder strike from zeus himself. when it comes to sex and pleasing you â sukuna is a god amongst mankind. the best youâve ever had:
âdonât tease,â you growl out impatiently through gritted teeth, though your words melt into a whiny moan when sukuna easily bares down on your g-spot because he knows your squishy insides like the backs of his very hands. he finds it adorable when your face scrunches at the sensation of his cold, silver ring brushing up against your molten, sticky cunt and hums in content when you squirt a little bit for him in response. âweâŠwe h-have plans for tonight!âÂ
ââm sorry princess, didnât know we were in a rush.â ryomen says smugly, leaning into the sinful scent of your sex as if heâs been bewitched. not even the sound of your silver gladiator heels knocking against one another behind his head can pull the man out of this reverie. despite your warning, your boyfriend figures that thereâs still time to have his way with you, you donât really care about being on time to meet your family and you hardly have the brain capacity to think about them right now.
not when you fall under the vicious waves of ecstasy and give in to your depraved lover. ryomen quickly has you drowning in pleasure as he finally takes the plunge and replaces his thumb on your clit with his lips wrapped around it. he sucks on the little nub from over your panties, tongue glazing the fabricated barrier with his saliva as he commits the taste of you to memory once again.Â
your natural musk has sukuna drunk and high within seconds. youâve got him returning to old habits and addictions he doesnât have the strength to fight off. youâre bad for him and he knows it, but he canât help but to make out with your clothed mound like itâs his lifeâs mission, mapping out the shape of your cunt through the stringy, soiled material. you ought to be embarrassed with the way you throb against sukunaâs eager lips as he buries his face further into your pussy. he inhales sharply, nastily, with his nose nudging against the sensitive treasure in circles â coaxing you open like a flower in the spring bloom.Â
ecstasy decides to bloom within you too, evergreen roots taking residence deep within your chest and curling around your beating heart. your pulse quickens in anticipation, an intoxicating veil of covetous yearning shrouding your brain in darkness as the tip of sukunaâs tongue now begins to circle your tight little entrance. even with the fabric in the way, you greedily attempt to clench down on his predatory pink appendage and keep him locked inside your cunt â squirting small streams of your juices in the process.Â
if your siblings could see you right now, how dirtily your man begins to ravage you just minutes before your family dinner while dripping on his tongue and the expensive bed daddy paid for, theyâd be horrified. the sentiment strikes a pang of arousal in you, spreading to your boyfriend like a wildfire.Â
and as ryomen hooks a finger around the soiled gusset of your panties to pull them down, you hardly find it within yourself to care about what your snotty sisters might think â not when youâre about to receive the best head and best orgasm of your life.Â
âhow dâya wanâit?â instead of making a move to eat you out properly, ryomen takes two fingers and spreads your folds and exposes them to the blazing heat of his breath. exhaling through his nose next, he watches with blood red eyes as you twitch beneath his hold, dribbling liquid gold more than his mouth drools. âyouâre so fuckinâ wetâŠall this from puttinâ on those pretty shoes?â your thigh shifts in response, heels clicking and back arches from luxury sheets crinkling under your back.
huffing impatiently, you send a threatening look down at your boyfriend despite how vulnerable you are to his torture teeth that could tear you apart in an instant. âryoâŠyour mouth,â you whinge, voice slipping into an almost babyish tone. despite your hard stare, your eyes are wet and wide like a prey animal watching its life go by right before itâs hunted or a deer in headlights, for that matter. âyou promised you wouldnât t-tease!â
âyeah, yeah, i know. âm sorry,â sukuna hums confidently, except heâs not really apologetic in the slightest â hardly doing his best to tame the uncomfortable yearning building up at your core. youâre a mess for him and he loves it, heâs entertained by the thought of you needing him so bad that it might kill you. he takes pride in knowing itâs not just him who feels this way. âthank you for tellinâ me, by the way. gonna use my mouth to fuck this pretty pussy tilâ sheâs creaminâ all for me,â he growls to you in a sultry tone, his aphrodisiac-like words a breathâs width away from your sloppy mound â its timbre sound sending tremors of electricity through your swollen, unattended clit that convulses from the lack of attention.
nothing inflates ryomen sukunaâs ego more than the feeling of your sex throbbing against his face â juices glossing the plump swell of his lips as he wraps them around your puffy pleasure nub. his chest bristles as you open up for him like a flower in spring, the scent of your arousal acting like a perfume to him â the bee with the stinger of pleasure. he works his savage mouth along the length of your slit, as though he lacks the manners of a decently raised man, tongue prodding at your entrance just to be mean. after a while, sukuna stops sucking and making out with your dirty, creamy cunt to nip at your titillating folds, taking one between rows of sharpened pearly whites and gently pulling it away from you.Â
at the abrupt feeling â you cry out hoarsely in a mix of bliss and surprise, taking a peek at the pink haired man between your spiked thighs with swimming vision. sukunaâs face is soaked, his angled jaw and cheeks and chin glazed in a layer of your slick as if heâs bitten into the ripest piece of fruit in adam and eveâs garden. the trail runs armously down and over his adamâs apple, coaxing your lover into eating you out properly this time.Â
finally, finally putting his filthy mouth to good use.
âfuck, i love the way yâdrool for me down here. got so much to give, donâcha gorgeous?â sukuna mewls into you whilst kitten licking your slit, drinking you in as though youâre a glass of water in an oasis of lust and sex. he chuckles happily at your dreamy sigh and circling hips that grind down on his face, tapping three fingers against your sticky pleasure bud lovingly. annoyingly ( but not without appreciation from you), sukuna takes it a step further by sloppily kissing you there.Â
even with the time crunch, your pleasure takes priority. eating you out is like a reward for your man, itâs as though he was out on this earth by the gods purely to make you see stars. you feel lucky that he chose you out of all he could where he feels blessed to be the man you let touch you like this.Â
âmmph, ryo⊠always gâna be wet fâyou. for my man. only you get me this fucked up,â you drawl with a silky voice, making a show of tweaking your own nipples from over your dress for your boyfriend. with the slipperiness of a snake, your hands slide down from between the valley of your heaving breasts, over your clothed tummy ( that twists with knots of ecstasy ) and into the slicked pink locks that tickle your inner thighs. messing up his perfect look, you grip sukunaâs roots and tug on them forcefully â coaxing him further into the debauched realm concealed by the skirts of your dress. Â
âprincessâŠâ ryomen lets out a pathetic, muffled groan â increasing the pace of the tip of his tongue as it lewdly flicks at your sex. âhave you always had such a dirty mouth? what would yer daddy think?â
your head tips back at the new, gratifying sensation â ecstasy mounting in your lower tummy like bricks of a steady wall. âfor as long as iâve been yours,â comes your crazed and melodious laughter, only interrupted by pockets of squelching noises emitted from your squelching cunt. âoh babyâŠi donât give a fuck about what my âdaddyâ thinks. only you. let him stay mad â f-fuck! kuna!â
fuelled by the idea of pissing off your stuck up family, tattooed hands move to grip where your legs bend at the knee â pushing them back until your skirt rides up over your fleshy ass and your knees hit your shoulders and the soles of your shoes are able to lay flat against sukunaâs rippling back muscles. he hisses at the slight sting he feels from the pointed heel digging into his skin through his shirt, but it only fucks him up more. your pleasure is his pain, ryomen doesnât give a fuck about anything else except for how good his girl feels.Â
somewhere amongst the sweat soaked sheets your phone lets out a shrill cry â signifying a call from someone in your spoiled family. without sukunaâs command, you scramble through the sea of stiff fabric peaks and reach for the device, hitting the answer button before checking the contact.Â
âh-hello?â you say in a poor attempt to speak clearly, stifling a deep moan. âspeak of the devil and the devil shall appearâŠâ comes your shallow whisper as you address your boyfriend. your chest grows sticky with perspiration beneath the bust of your dress â breathing uneven and heavy because of the way ryomenâs tongue wriggles past your tight little hole, squirming about against your lush walls to hit that special spot that has you screaming and seeing stars while on the phone to one of your relatives.
âexcuse me, young lady?â itâs your father, much to sukunaâs dismay, his voice is irritatingly recognisable over the crackling of the line. of course he would find some way to unknowingly interrupt yourself and your loving, doting, disapproved boyfriend. âyou were supposed to meet your sisters and i for dinner nearly forty minutes ago. where are you?âÂ
sukunaâs agitation shows with each wet kiss he aggressively places between your swollen folds, nasty and miscalculated whilst designed to leave you a shaky mess.âo-oh! hi daddy,â you emphasise the word, voice rising an octave until its light an airy. your swimming, doe eyes lock with crimson ones that bore into the depths of your soul from below â taunting and testing the pink haired manâs patience. ââm getting ready. donât you want me to look pretty?âÂ
the silky lilt to the tail end of your words causes sukuna to growl against your pulsating, temperate mound while his fingers yank you down onto his handsome face by your meaty thighs. eagerly, your hips canter down to match the stride of his tongue stroking your pretty pussy as though youâre riding his aching cock to your heartâs content. his tongue fills you up almost as good, warmly slipping and sliding over pleasure spots only he can reach.Â
he kitten licks and sucks and bites at your raw sex like a wild animal, loudly moaning into you with every roll of your cunt over his face. you taste like heaven, the flavour almost angelic on his tongue. sukuna feels like a sinner with a greedy craving for more and if you cared just a little bit, you might have been concerned about your father catching the lascivious sounds from between your thighs over the phone.Â
âiâm past the point of caring about how you present yourself at dinner,â your father says your name stern and low â talking to you as if youâre a child and not the woman youâd grown into. âyour sisters are ravenous, they flew all the way into the country for this. donât you think that they deserve an ounce of your time?âÂ
losing yourself to the danger of it all, you chuck your phone to the side after putting it on loud speaker. your lover targets your prominent, adorable clit again, the tip of his tongue rolling it in large circles until youâre close to tearing the sheets from the bed. you try your best to contain the scream building up in your throat, but sukuna has never made it easy for you to keep quiet.Â
âmphâŠfuck!âÂ
âyoung lady! watch your mouth!â your father scolds you, still blissfully unaware of the fact that youâre getting tongue fucked by the man he hates all the way up to cloud nine. âi bet that good for nothing scoundrel has put you up to this. i keep telling you, no daughter of mine should be with a man like that. where is he? heâs the one making you late.âÂ
âactually, dad, sukunaâs been a good boy. sitting all handsome in those suits you like. iâm the one makingâŠoohhhâŠm-making us late!â cruel carmine eyes flutter at your generous praise, lovesick as a sunburn like blush spreads over the bridge of sukunaâs nose from how desperate he is for you. if you tried your hardest to listen in over the wet sounds of your cunt being sucked on for dear life, along with the shaky delectable laments your lover lets out, you might be able to hear the sound of a zipper going down or the slickness of sukunaâs hand around his meaty shaft as he jerks himself off. no longer able to fight off his desire for you.Â
your stomach flips at the sight and the pleasure mounts with your impending high, dainty fingers beginning to tug and twist at sukunaâs blushing pink hair. his pain is your pleasure.
âyouâve lost your mind, i didnât raise you to be like this.âÂ
âyou hardlyâŠhardly raised me at all,â the words feel tacky in your mouth, as if itâs been stuffed with cotton that sucks up your saliva. it doesnât help that your voice begins to waver too, reaching whistle tone notes.Â
ryomen sukuna doesnât know whatâs hotter, the fact that youâre so easily able to sass your rich, douchey father or the fact that youâre letting him give you head while on the phone. âshit,â he curses as low as possible, using one had to smooth the pad of his thumb over the slit in his cockhead â smearing the precum that beads there over the sensitive flesh. his kiss swollen lips part from your sweet sex for only a moment to taunt you. he remains connected to you by a single rope of clear elixir that leaks from your precious little hole. âgod, gorgeous. youâre fuckinâ drenchedâŠall from talkinâ back to daddy, huh?âÂ
a lewd and sacchariferous mewl rumbles from deep in your chest as it rapidly rises and falls. itâs all too much for you to keep up with, youâre way too dizzy and itâs only made worse when sukuna bobs his head between your quivering legs so that his fat tongue drags through the entirety of your ravaged pussy lips.Â
âholyfuckingshit!â you shoot the man a glare once you remember where you are and who youâre on the phone to.
ryomen offers up a cocky smirk as his excuse before delving beneath your silken skirts once more, though it does nothing to mask how turned on he is â squeezing the base of his drippy shaft to stop himself from cumming too soon to the sight of you.Â
you try not to forget the presence of your father again, it would be hard to, since heâs insistent on betraying you down the phone. âspeak back to me again and iâm cutting you off. starting with cancelling the card you and your mangy boyfriend live off of.âÂ
âdo it, i dare you.â you somehow manage to snap back, jolting at the sensation of sukunaâs razor sharp teeth grazing your clit. he hisses deliciously against your sex as your heels cut pretty crescent moons into his back. âi-i wonder what mom would have to say about it if youâŠif you did!âÂ
silence echoes down the line, broken by small pockets of your boyfriend slurping on your folds like a man starved. slurps that youâre just so blessed to be able to hear. you should feel ashamed instead of hungry, doing nothing to tame the greedy beast inside you that craves more and more of sukunaâs attention on you. you must have lost your mind, for letting him eat you out so brazenly while you converse with your father on the phone. itâs so depraved, so dirty and yet you wouldnât give this⊠give sukuna up for the world.Â
you love him more than anything. love how he treats you like youâre the strongest person he knows whilst handling you as though youâre made of glass. you love how he gets off to you, dribbling thick white from the tip of his cock because you make him a mess enough to need to jerk off. you love how he pleasures you, his baritone laments and simpers muffled against your cunt sending fireworks up your spine and setting them off at your tailbone where your mounting pleasure lies.Â
you love ryomen âsukunaâ itadori, and no amount of scolding from your father will ever change that.Â
âjustâŠjust be here within the hour. please.â your father requests quietly.Â
âsee you soon, daddy,â you hang up the phone faster than a lightning strike, all of your composure flying out of the window with the last dial tone. âryo, fuck! iâm close⊠gonna cum. please, hurry!â
âgod youâre such a fuckinâ menace, hah, pretty girl?â your pink haired lover quips airily, his jaw tight from flicking his tongue against your sex in sync with his fist flicking around his throbbing dick, slinging precum about the place. heâs amused and love sick all at once, a feeling that was once foreign to ryomen before he met you. âgotcha so turned on by talking back to your dad, yeah? all while i ate this pretty fuckinâ pussy out⊠so nasty,â only sukuna could make you feel this loved while degrading you, the only man whoâs ever been able to do so. none of them could come close to knowing your body like he does, the way you twitch when youâre close and start to pout like a spoilt brat when youâre frustrated from waiting for your orgasm.
sukuna takes the edge off by lifting a tattooed arm and slapping his hand down on the entirety of your cut â letting out a haughty moan at the sight of glistening droplets of arousal flying about the place while your heels drag down his back with delightful pain. you cry out, but your boyfriendâs mouth is back on you in seconds â soothing your poor pussy. ââm so lucky to have you though, my nasty fuckinâ princess,â he mewls into you, using his tongue to bully your g-spot over and over and over while he fists his precum glazed cock into oblivion. âgonna make you cum, gorgeous girl. let you make a mess in my mouth, you want that?âÂ
âm-more than anything, ryo!â you wail, fighting back tears as you spew a fresh wave of your sweet nectar from your pathetic hole. you do have a dinner to get to after all, you should only be crying from one place. your cunt. the sound of said squelching cunt and your dulcet whines make sukunaâs balls twitch with a load he would only dedicate to you. âi love you, love you sâmuchâŠlove you,âÂ
the delirium starts to catch up with you, becoming too much to bare as you babble nonsense into the sex tainted air. you canât hold back, some of your release already beginning to stream out of you. ââm gonna cum, ryoâŠcum with me, please!â you squeal in warning, mere seconds before your body succumbs to sukunaâs eager tongue and the wrath of your orgasm.Â
âlove you too, sâmuch,â your glittery heels knock behind his sweaty mass of pink hair, cutting into his back as he walks you through it all. âf-fuck baby, thatâs it,â he goads as you gush into his mouth like a tidal wave. you have so much to give, release trickling into his mouth, painting his cheeks and sliding down his adamâs apple in a viscous current. sukuna is swept away by the arousal in the air, drinking you in as he pumps his cock harshly and in tune with the way you weakly hump at his face through the aftershocks.Â
pulling his sticky mouth away from your equally sticky sex, sukuna replaces his tongue with three of his fingers to your clit â coaxing you through the rest of your high as he draws random shapes on the puffy nub. âkeep that orgasm goinâ for me, pretty princess, give it to meâŠgive it tâme while i fill you up,â he rambles brainlessly, abruptly standing up as he fists his cock pulled out from the zipper of his dress pants â barely fighting back his own orgasm. âspread those fuckinâ legs, wanna cum inside.âÂ
âryo!âÂ
âahh, fuckinââŠfuuuck!â in one swift move, your boyfriend slips his sensitive and bulbous cockhead past your quivering, orgasming entrance â shallowly thrusting into your tight heat as you spasm around him, before heâs thrown off the edge into his own high. âc-cumminââŠâ hot sticky ropes of white seed flood your womb, which sukuna keeps plugged into you as he folds you over â chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. your heels clink at the dip in his waist behind his back. youâre still cumming as languid thrusts smear your boyfriendâs cum against your rippling walls, but youâre content, breathing beginning to even out as you both come down from cloud nine.
still releasing in small spurts, ryomen slowly pulls out of you with soft kisses pressed to the side of your face. âsorry, didnât wanna fuck up my pants before dinner,â he chuckles over the warm static spreading over your happy little brain.Â
you offer him your own dopey laughter, remaining sprawled out underneath your hunk of a man. âso you decide to just jizz inside of me? youâre a class act ryo. what about my dress?âÂ
âfirst of all, you donât like it when shit goes to waste ân second off all, i made damn sure that it stuck. your dress is fine, brat.â a chaste kiss is pressed to your nose as sukuna helps you sit up, double checking for any mess he might have left between your shaky legs. âlet me clean you up, donât want your dad findinâ out what we were really up to all this time.âÂ
âpretty sure he already knows,â you shrug, rolling your ankles as you lean down to fix a strap on your heel. âyouâre a messy eater, ryo.âÂ
but before you can fix your shoe back into place, ryomen sukuna is already on it â adjusting the strap to sit comfortably on your leg before he stands again and retreats to the bathroom for a warm cloth to clean you up with.Â
you watch with a smirk as he goes, admiring all of the little red marks on his shoulder blades youâve left on him with your shoes. âthen i guess iâll have to use some fuckinâ table manners at dinner,â he remarks childishly. âbut i canât help how delicious you look in those heels, gorgeous.âÂ
and itâs true, youâre the only meal sukuna could ever want â especially when you leave your claim on him with high heels like that.Â
ê° end. â all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere. special thanks to @yennified for the ask below !
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141 + reader
hc's when you five share the barracks together/just in general <3 (ooc, rushed my bad lmao, can be read platonically/romantically, reader is v close to them!!) kinda long oops đ© might do a part 2 idk
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there's a whole lot of testosterone and musk in the air when you're sharing living spaces with 4 men âŒïž
all four men compete with each other to get your attention, even if it's unknowingly
whole lotta pouting when you're spending time with more man than the other, you're a great companion ;) and the army is lonely. they all need equal love and attention
speaking of, if you're smelling like one of them the other will immediately bundle you in his arms to put his scent on you instead and to cancel out the other (alpha behaviour đ”âđ«)
whole lotta flirting from each of them. they're all very intelligent soldiers, they know exactly what to say to get you going đ
all of them adore the height difference with you. you get teased about it relentlessly (out of love obvi)
i don't think they're particularly messy men but ghost and gaz are the most cleanest, they like having their things in order and knowing where everything is
price is next because he's slumped with being captain so you'll see a lot of his paperwork around with coffee mugs from pulling all nighters
soap is more organised mess. it might look messy to you but he knows exactly where everything is
you, soap and gaz definitely have rap battles late at night. it starts of quiet but you'll usually hear price shouting at you three from his bedroom to stfu. ghost threatens to pull a grenade if you don't be quiet
assuming you're naturally a good cook, they'd all be so appreciative :") especially on bad days, your cooking reminds each of them of home (or lack of)
face masks! gaz would 100% be down to do them with you, soap would follow next because if gaz is doing it then he too???
ghost would roll his eyes, continuing polishing his guns with a rag "you ain't putting that muck on my face"
price would just look at you, shaking his head "got too much to do, sweetness"
but you're quite the convincer and all four men are on the floor of your bedroom, gossiping about the last mission with their preferred colour of face mask across their faces
assuming you're the only woman, they get very protective when you're hurt. soldiers get hurt from time to time but its different when it's you
"you alright, bonnie?" soap's gentle voice comes through your room as he hands you a warm mug of your fave drink
gaz had you wrapped in a big fluffy blanket, gently stroking your back
"who was it?" ghost's voice is firm, wanting to know who dared injured the youngest member of their team
"already got a handle on 'em" price follows, looking at the computer. whatever enemy dared to raise their hands on wished they'd be six feet under after all four men are done with them
you're the one each man needs when they're having a particularly bad day which are usually far in few between but sometimes it happens
gaz and soap are the types to seek you out, their faces settled in a troubled frown before they place their arms around you. no questions just yet, they just want to feel skin to skin for now. keeping them grounded before they can explain what happened. they're not looking for a fixer, just someone who'll listen
ghost and price are the type to isolate themselves for a while until it's night and then you'll find them gently knocking on your bedroom door and slipping inside, between your covers. their grip is strong, burying their faces deep into your neck whilst trying to wrap his arms as much as he can. these two won't talk much either, just looking to be held and stroked to calm down
ghost and soap are the type to show affection through lingering touches while gaz and price show affections through their words.
but speaking of hugs, each of them have their own special way they like to embrace
ghost thinks he's being slick but you realise just how touchstarved he really is, he gives hugs with his arms around your shoulders bringing you in to his chest. mostly because he's tall and broad but he likes how he can manhandle you from this position and smelling your scent <3
soap's the type to tackle you in a playful hug, maybe a spin to get a laugh out of you before he gently strokes your skin for a few seconds, a gentle kiss to your temple <3
price likes to hug from behind, resting his chin on your head while he looks at what you're doing. depending on you, his big arms are either wrapped on your waist or your shoulders <3
gaz gives side hugs because he likes linking his arm around your hips and he likes how you fit snugly into his body. and this way he can lean his head against yours and can bring you in closer with his other arm <3
all four can immediately smell you before you come in because they adore whatever perfume/spray you have
each of them would absolutely melt into pieces if you joined them/kept them company in what they were doing
and if they catch you in a towel after having a shower, best believe they're quickly walking back around to where they came from to help alleviate the growing... tent in their pants
lowkey kinda pervy đ«Ł (never in a harmful way)
each of them have their strong points and would 100% train you in becoming stronger
even if you're a well established soldier, they all worry for your safety
price would teach you sniper techniques, ghost teaches you combat, gaz teaches you how to sharpen your aim and soap teaches you about explosives and how to construct/dismantle each of them
they take the training very seriously with you
a ton of cursing when their fave team loses lmaoo
if you're avid tea drinker, join the gaz/ghost/price club. if you're not, join the hater club with soap <3
ghost/gaz/soap will playfully fight with you, careful not to use their full strength and not to harm you. but it's so cute to them when you're struggling a little under them.
but when price scolds them in doing so, "i'm just helping in case there's an attack!"
if you're arguing against one of them, another will come to your defence. unless you're arguing all four then it's the silent treatment from you đ€
all four of them melt when you call them by their real name instead of their callsign :")
ghost usually comes to you when his balaclava is broken and he'll keep you company as your fingers work their magic to the fabric, gently leaning against you as you speak to him
price will let you shape up his beard after you begging to do so and he grows to enjoy those tender moments
soap definitely calls for your help to shape up his mohawk, he trusts your hand to eye coordination above anyone elses
ghost will playfully ruffle your hair whenever you both pass each other
price gives you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder
gaz gives you a soft stroke on your arm or back whenever he's passing by
soap will gently tap his head against yours, not too hard to cause pain but just enough to know that he's there
but above all, the barracks you five share is definitely a safe space for each of them the second they come through the door <333
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BIG D*CK FOR DUMMIES (s.jy)
The one where you find out that your boyfriend has a huge cock and youâre not entirely sure if you can take all of it.Â
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PAIRING â jaeyun x afab reader Â
WORDCOUNT â 2.4k
CONTENT â Â first time, established relationship, top jaeyun, painful sex
NOTE â this was originally written for a different idol on my other blog [ncteez] but i pictured jake in that one en oâclock episode doing this and went feral soâŠâŠhereâs ur giant package.Â
smut tagsâ heâs a little cocky (lmao), i guess you could say size kink but itâs more like huge cock / tiny pussy size kink, theres some crying, praising, reader gets off like almost instantly and becomes incredibly cock drunk the second heâs able to actually fuck
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Things you knew about your boyfriend before dating: heâs very protective, super smart, has good taste in music, his hands are big and warm, and heâs very down to earth.
Things you didnât know about your boyfriend until after dating and heâs on top of you during a moody and rainy night makeout session: his cock is huge and itâs very intimidating.
One might ask, how could you have not known? Well, thatâs easy. Itâs a fairly new relationship and a very shy relationship at that. Itâs a bit embarrassing for you, actually, because itâs not like you donât want to be intimate with him. You definitely do, and apparently so does he.Â
Itâs the first time in the three weeks youâve been dating that youâve gotten to be completely alone with him in an intimate setting. For one, you live with your parents, and secondly, he lives with three other dudes who like to be all up in his business. Itâs not exactly easy to get alone time with him. Thankfully, your parents are out on a five-day holiday somewhere in the Bahamas and youâre here on your family couch with Jaeyunâs hands cradling your neck as you kiss him.Â
It got heated very fast, presumably because the two of you havenât really had the privacy to do more than a standing makeout session without someone listening in, or worse, walking in. It almost makes the air feel electric now, kind of like a breath of fresh air except the fresh air tastes like the fruity chewing gum he had in his mouth when he originally came over.
Hereâs the thing though, and man, itâs a thing. Looking at Jaeyun youâd think heâs average at best and youâre not really the type to go around guessing dick sizes. So, naturally, when he slots a leg between yours as he got on top of you and you fucking felt it against your leg, you were a little more shocked than anticipated. Maybe he let out a little snide chuckle at your reaction too, you wouldnât know, you were kind of busy wondering when he was going to let you in on the secret.Â
Now, here you are deep in thought of how the hell that thing is going to fit anywhere while simultaneously one hundred percent willing to make it fit because god, does he know how to makeout and feel someone up.Â
The more he kisses you, the more his hands roam, the more you experience intimate touches with him, the more you feel like your skin is on fire and replacing that intimidation with extreme arousal and lust. All the way until the point that the presumed makeout playlist starts over and he finally pushes a bit further with you.
âIs this okay?â He asks, now slotting himself entirely between your legs and essentially pressing his length directly against the pool that is threatening to seep through your fucking denim shorts.Â
You give him a half nod, trying to pretend that heâs definitely a normal man with a normal cock. He smiles though, knowing full well that this isnât what you were expecting. No one ever expects it from him.Â
âYou seem occupied,â he comments, pressing himself against you a little more and leaning down on his arms to nip at your lips. âor shocked, maybe?â
You try to kiss him to shut him up, not wanting to expose yourself for being entirely inexperienced with a size like his.Â
âHm?â He encourages you, pulling back again and looking directly into your eyes with a confident smirk.Â
âWell,â you shift your eyes away and sigh out, âyouâre kind of hugeâŠâÂ
He takes that compliment and runs with it. Itâs not like the two of you have to finally have sex or anything, but you both knew what was happening and you both definitely knew what the other wanted. At least ten minutes ago that was the situation.
âIs it too much?â He asks, this time a bit more concerned that his own biology could ruin this for you.Â
âProbably? no, maybe?âÂ
Jaeyun pulls away from you, moving himself to sit back against the couch and give you your space. Considering probably and maybe isnât a yes, he feels no need to push or pressure you into doing something you donât want to do. There have been times where heâs hurt another person while being intimate, though not intentionally, heâs not exactly willing to do that to you unless youâre like, you know, jumping his bones for it.Â
âStill, iâd like to tryââ You start, looking at him as you sit up and feel your entire body tingle at the cold air that replaces his warmth. âMaybe if we take it slowâ like, really slow?â
He looks at you with shining eyes. He asked you to be his girlfriend because he genuinely likes you. He likes your voice, he likes the way you smell, likes when you talk about your favorite songs and favorite movies. He was definitely smitten from the moment he saw you trip on your own two feet down the front porch of a house party months ago. Taking it slow with you was pretty normal, and the fact that you want him too just makes him all the more willing to take his time.Â
âIâll take care of you, â he hums, spreading his legs a bit across the couch to give himself more space to re-adjust himself. âJust tell me if I need to slow down?âÂ
You nod, staring directly between his legs and rubbing your own together on instinct. If anyoneâs gonna split you open, it might as well be your boyfriend.
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When he said he would take it slow with you, he really meant it. The fact that he curled three fingers into you for a solid twenty minutes and you still feel like your legs will buckle on you at any moment knowing that this is just for prepâ oh damn.Â
 The fact that he even used his tongue on you for the first time, making sure you were more slippery than you already were for another twenty minutes? The fucking fact that you were on the verge of orgasm when he pulled it out and presented it to you like a cock you could totally sit on without issue?Â
Fuck.
Reality washes over you far too quickly when you actually make that attempt.Â
Youâd be lying if you said it didnât feel like you were being torn apart by him, but part of you loves the way his gentle hands hold you steady as you try to sink down. You can feel the wet heat between your legs coat his length inch by inch as you start to slide down.
He stops you only for a moment when he notices you wincing.Â
âBreathe, baby, just a little more.â He encourages, getting a nod from you before guiding you down further.
You breathe, clenching around him and doing your best to stop doing that so you can relax. You can tell heâs struggling to actually take it slow by now too, only because you can feel his hands shake against you as he holds himself back from obliterating you, probably. Youâd think it would be quite endearing to see, if it werenât for the fact that your eyes are blurring from the tears threatening to fall.Â
Feeling embarrassed, you wipe your eyes and focus on how he feels inside of you. The pain is still there, but as you âsitâ here, that pain somehow does replace itself with a strange sensation of pleasure little by little. Youâve always wondered what it felt like to be full, and it appears that this is exactly it.
Itâs overwhelming.
âDo you want to stop?â He asks after noticing your tears, a bit of panic in his voice despite the fact that you could have sworn hearing a moan come out alongside it, âPull up, itâs okay, you canââ
You sink down further instead, now bottoming yourself out on him and releasing a broken whine of both pain and pleasure. He grunts in unison to your whine, gripping your hips even harder than he already was and squeezing his eyes shut.Â
âFuck,â he sighs out, lazily opening his eyes to look at the way you perch yourself on him so perfectly. âSuch a tight fit.âÂ
You nod, mostly unable to hear a word heâs saying as you try to relax your body enough to get rid of that small hint of pain. The consistent clenching of your adjustments send your boyfriend spiraling a bit, unable to contain his sighs of pleasure as your tight and wet heat squeezes his cock.
âTell me when I can move, please, tell meââ He groans out almost frantically, staring down at where you sit flush against him and wanting so badly to fuck into you.
 Heâs wanted to do this to you since you started dating, now that itâs finally happening, and now that youâre quite literally jerking him off simply by adjusting to his sizeâ you know, itâs not exactly easy to contain himself.Â
You take a few more seconds to breathe before your body finally relaxes and you give him a reluctant nod.Â
Instantly itâs like youâre seeing stars. He barely moves, all he does is flex his abs and press his hips up and itâs like he manages to fit another non-existent inch inside of you.Â
You groan out, falling forward against his chest and gripping onto his shoulders as you feel your body adjust to even that small movement. To you, this is so fucking embarrassing, but to him?Â
Hottest thing ever. Really.Â
He can hear your whiny gasps against his neck when he moves and itâs driving him fucking wild, especially considering the fact that his cock is driven so deeply inside of you that he thinks youâd tell him to stopâ but you donât.Â
Youâre so good to him, and for what itâs worth, he wants to make sure this will be the best orgasm of your life.
Slowly, his hands fall to your ass and guide you up. You feel slight relief as a few inches leave you, and your stomach bubbles with that same sensation of both pleasure and pain when he slides you back down.
He moans out at you, almost like heâs cooing in pity at how much youâre trying to take for him. Itâs incredibly sexy to hear now that your ears have stopped ringing and youâre beginning to believe that youâd never want anything smaller than him anyway.
This time, you lift on your own and sink back down just as fast, wincing again against his neck but releasing a moan that sounds more like pleasure than anything else. He sees this as a green light, gripping your ass and encouraging you to lift slightly again.
âStay like this.â he mutters with a deep breath before kissing against your forehead and thrusting his hips up once, hard.Â
The tight heat youâre offering sends him into a frenzy when paired with the wet slap of his pelvis hitting your pussy, and the sounds youâre making offer little in terms of stopping because by now, youâre both loving it.Â
He thrusts into you with ease, the drag loud and slippery, the moans of pleasure you release only make him go faster, harder. Almost releasing a whimper of his own at how fucking perfect you are for taking all of it.
âLook.â he tries to let out, waiting for you to pull yourself up from his chest and look at him.
You do with ease, that broken face from before now replaced with lustful and blown out pupils.Â
âLook how good you take it,â he praises with a groan, almost punctuating each word with a thrust, âknew you could take it.âÂ
Your broken smile that falls into a slack mouthed string of nonsense only continues to push him. All the way until you canât think straight at all, and youâre feeling your body tense up with such pressure that you canât even warn him before your walls are clenching so tightly that it even hurts him.Â
You grasp onto him for dear life as your orgasm washes over you, drenching his entire length as you hold your breath. Never have you gotten off while feeling so fucking full, and arguably, you donât think you could ever feel an orgasm so intense without him being the one to split you open.
âThere you go baby.â he hums, watching you breathlessly fall apart on top of him before picking up his rhythm again and chasing his own high.
By this point, youâre so well adjusted that even the searing pain of his restless thrusts feel good. Your brain is foggy but you canât help but just fucking watch him.
This is your boyfriend and this is what it looks like when youâre making him feel good.Â
âAre you close?â you start to bounce on him, meeting his rhythm and allowing him to rest his own hips.Â
He nods as he looks at you, awestruck with how youâre already able to ride him as if you werenât whining just moments before. Seeing you take him in full like this is enough to have his cock pulsing.
âJust a bit more, baby.â He closes his eyes and runs his hands up your waist. âKeep riding me, fuck.âÂ
And that, you do. Feeling proud of yourself for being able to actually take this literal monster, you focus on the twitch inside of you as he releases with a deep and breathy moan.
Itâs entirely too sexy to ignore, and you continue to bounce even as he tries to hold you in place to subdue the sensitivity of his cock being fucking strangled by how tight you are.Â
Once his body stops jerking and you feel the last twitching release inside of you, you fall forward and both of you groan from the sensitivity.Â
âThere are pros and cons to having a big dick, i guess.â he admits in a groan.Â
Even when you laugh, thereâs another wince from both of you followed by a groan.
âPros: big dick.â he whispers, holding you still against him so you donât move again before he can soften up and pull out. âCons: big dick.âÂ
You still laugh, and it still hurts.Â
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me and my lame ass endings lmfaooooooooooooooooo
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DCxDP AU: Danny and Damian are actually twins but were never raised together- Talia would divide her time between bases, spending time with them separately (but spending more time with Damian). Jason technically only met Danny in his time with the LoA.
It still a very tenuous truce that Jason has with his family when he finally joins them for breakfast after a late night of busting a drug ring. And sue him, he's never cared to look at the little one that closely when he's not pointing a knife in his direction. But then the little Bat Brat turned his face towards the ray of light streaming into the family room of the Manor and Jason caught a closer look to the⊠green color. Huh.
âHey demon, when you died did you come back with those green eyes?â Jason calls out, and perhaps itâs a little antagonistic but something deeply unsettles the crime lord about this.
âTt. Iâve always had green eyes Todd. Your observation skills remain dulled-â Damian begins to berate him but Jasonâs scowl deepens and he interrupts.
âNo, they were definitely Bruceâs color blue when I met you with Talia- I punched your lights out because of it remember?â Jason supplies, looking perturbed and having a small child look equally perturbed back at him.
âYou never met me in Nanda Parbat. And mother would have never allowed you to attack above your station and live.â
âKid I literally have the scars from my punishment. My memory from that time after the pit might not be great or even good but I know, I know I punched your lights out.â
âNo doubt you have been fooled by a clone then-â Damian says but he looks upset.
âTalia called you Dami then, youâve never let us call you that.â Jason supplies further, he was certain that Talia had introduced him as her son.
âI was never called such an informal name.â But Damian looks disturbed more than he looks like he wants to fight.
Eventually, after combing through their collective memory of Talia's where abouts and Damian's lack of interaction with Todd, itâs decided that they have to talk to Drake who was there the most recently. Neither wants to add the fact that he's also the most knowledgeable family member when it comes to the LoA now.
âHuh? Yeah, it looks like Talia kept ledgers dividing her time between two places- the journal reads like there is Dami as Damian but⊠maybe itâs Dami AND DamianâŠâ Tim reviews the books he robbed them of with a fine tooth comb and suddenly this pattern of using the ânicknameâ and the âfull nameâ start to show a âfirst childâ and a âsecond childâ.
Damian was clearly the favorite. The âDamiâ kid was sent away on a suicide mission pretty early in their lives, he would have left right after Todd did at the age of 8-ish. They all groaned at the cold trail following this assignment he failed to return from- it meant that they had to involve Bruce with a DNA search of the local areas the kid had been sent to across the globe. One of which, weirdly enough, was in Illinois.
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âMy name isnât Danielâ Danny sighs at yet another event the Mansons brought him to with Vlad looking over his shoulder every five minutes.
Then the weird skinny kid whoâs the big talk of the town approaches him with some guy built like a tank and says: âItâs Damian, isnât it?â
Danny literally sinks through the floors, but in his attempts to run out the back door heâs stopped- By a guy that has Danny's own face and a very sharp looking knife pressed to Danny's throat.
In short- Danny introduced himself to the Fentons as âDamiâ but they misheard him and called him Danny and fuck it, itâs close enough.
Now it turns out that their mother only planned on one surviving the artificial womb and gave them very different amounts of her time- so she just gave them the same name and reported it like she only had one child.
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