#i hope everyone have a good rest of the week and had fun with the natlan livestream. idk when i'm gonna even watch that.
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đŻđđ§âĄ p. childhood boyfriend!sim jaeyun ‫ đ§đŠđź!đłđŠđąđ„đŠđłïčwc: 9.2Đșïčg. romantic drama, emotional romance, angst, slowburn, light fluffïčcw. emotional distress, ghosting and abandonment, suidical thoughts, mental health struggles, manipulation, past trauma, reconciliation and healing, triggers of emotional abuse, toxicity, high levels of angst and emotional intensity, mild references to past toxic relationships. @wheretheheckis-ssaki
đČ àčàŁÂ àŁȘ Ë synopsis ïčDuring middle school, you and a boy in your friendâs classânamed Sim Jaeyunâwere inseparable, you both had your own friendg roup, he was a popular guy on the soccer team while you were a normal girl, yet would talk to each other on the phone everyday the second the bell rang. You both eventually fell for each other but had to keep your relationship private due to drama with girls. A year laterâafter everyone found out about you guys, he unexpectedly distancedâthen disappeared. 10 years later, when you move to France for a few weeks due to a project in uni, you and Jake cross paths once again. (NOT PROOFREAD)
Sim Jaeyun, he was the best boyfriend I could ever think of having, he was my first love, definitely. It started in the seventh grade, when he was in class 7Gâthe same class as my friends. I remember when my bestfriend first told me about how heâd catch people playing Roblox in class and signal it to the entire classâthatâs when I started teasing himâhe was my best friends locker buddy, so Iâd see him everyday.
Everytime id see himâwhen he would be arguing about something stupid with his classmates, Iâll snarl at him, âshut up Jake! Go play your Roblox!â. For some odd reason, he was REALLY talkative, but the second Iâd say that, heâd just shut up. Heâd smile at me and continue packing his things to get to the bus, forgetting about the entire conversation he had with the people next to him.
Until one day, another normal day of me telling him the same line, he actually responded this time. âHow about you go play Roblox, huh?â He said. âOkay, I will then, make sure you join me in jayjay simulator!!!â I repliedâI donât know why I said âjayjayâ, it just came outâsoon enough, that would be the name all the girls would start calling himâbecause of me. As I walked away with my bestfriendâheading to the bus, I whispered to her, âhey, you know, Jake is kinda cute.â
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Later that day, I decided to add him on my phone, message himâtease him a little bit more, he was funnyâhis reactions. He wasnât like other boys, when youâd argue with him, heâd do it in a goofy way, he wouldnât say actual harmful stuffânot to me Atleast.
- Jake: who is this?
- You: You didnât join me in jayjay simulator. :(
- Jake: Hehe, yes I did!!!
He was so cute, even his messages were adorable. Whenever Iâd playfully roleplay and fake random situations, people would call me childish, but with him, heâd play along, fully convincing eachother that everything we said was real.
I was determined to talk to this guy everyday, Iâd find a random topic that has been spreading around our grade so that everyday, after school, Iâd message him, using it as an excuse to talk to him. And it worked! I noticed that heâd even find some stuff too, so that he could message me. Once, he asked me for anime recommendations even though everyone knows him and his friendgroup hated anime, they made fun of itâexcept for blue lock of courseâsince itâs football related.
During my pe class, his friends that were in my class were destroying me in badmintonâthey werenât that goodâŠ..but I just sucked at the sport! He peeked in, hoping to waste time from his class, and I screamed âJake!!! Help me, your friends are bullying meâŠâ
he was such a nice person to me, Iâd tease him and say that he was rude in order to keep talking to himâin my mind, if I was accusing him of something, itâd be another reason for him to keep responding to meâ and of course, it worked, Iâm just a genius.
We were genuinely so funny, we both wanted to talk to eachother whenever we had the chance, but didnât know how. Our biggest highlight was when weâd send random emojis to eachother for 4 hours straight just because we had no conversation anymore.
On February 14th, at the valentines dance, we were pressured to hug by the crowd. At this point, I had the biggest crush on him but nobody knew. Since he was popular and quiet talk compared to the other boys(puberty hit him the earliest), most of my friends fancied him. I was stuck, how could I tell my friends that I liked him first, when I never told them? Anyway, we didnât hug, weâre both so awkward and to be honest, Iâm glad we didnât, itâs too cringe hugging like that!
When we got home, he messaged me, telling me heâs sorry he didnât hug me becauseâŠ.. his teacher was watching and didnât want him to tell his parents??? What a stupid excuse⊠Thatâs not the point, Y/n get back into the topic! I donât remember how we got to the conversation but we were talking about crushes, who we liked. I kid you not, it took us 3 hours to confess, and it was so obvious we were saying we liked each other! We kept asking each other for hints, obvious ones. But eventually, we both said each others name at the same time. I remember so vividly that I was playing cards with my brother, unable to focus because of the joy I was feeling after reading my name pop up.
Now that I look back at it, I realize how mature we were for our age, even though we confessed, we didnât do anything about it, we didnât start dating or anythingâjust got really awkward, stopped talking in real life after thatâŠ
Fast forward the summer of 7th grade, when we got together July 2nd at 2am. To be honest, it wasnât the way I expected it to be.
A girl from my grade messaged me:
- g/n: Hey! Youâre close to Jake, right?
- You: Hi g/n! And yeah, I am, why?
- g/n: well⊠me and him have been messaging for 2 weeks now and I kinda like him. I was hoping youâd help me?
I beg your pardon? Me? Help you? I donât even know this girl, all I knew was that she was some popular girl in a big friendgroup. That friendgroup was always around jakeâs, they craved their attention so muchâit disgusted me. But, itâs not like heâs my boyfriend, who am I to say no, maybe he likes her.
I helped her that entire nightâtelling her to text him certain things that only I knew heâd enjoy. They started doing the same thing me and him did on Valentineâs Day, guessing each otherâs crushes, it took me aback, I self sabotaged myselfâfor no reason at all. During all of it, he was messaging me at the same time, acting a sweet to me. For no reason at all, he sent me this out of context message, âY/n, I enjoy messaging you a lot.â Seconds later,
- g/n: He was taking too long to tell me his crush so I just told him I like him and asked if he wants to get together!
What? Did I just read that right⊠I acted as if I didnât see her message and went to respond to jakeâs instead. âOh really?â I questioned him, my heart was beating so fast at this point, I didnât know what was going to happen, it has been months and weâre still in a talking stage, surely he wouldnât get with a girl he started talking to just 2 weeks ago, right? Thatâs what I thought until another message popped up.
- g/n: GIRL OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU HE JUST SAID YES OMGOMG.
the second she said that, he responded to me, âyeah, I really do, youâre my favourite person to talk to.â Oh heck no. Iâm hysterically sobbingâwhat the hell?
Okay I canât do this deep detail stuff, fast forward againâhe told me and the girl goodnightâwell actually, he only told the girl goodnight, Iâm the one who told him goodnight before he could say anything else because I was so close to blocking him. But, I couldnât hold it in, I had to confront him.
- You: Jake, I know youâre not asleep, respond
- Jake: Whatâs up?
- You: Tell me now, whoâs your crush?
- Jake: you already know who
- You: no I donât, who is it
- Jake: you
- You: then why did you just ask out g/n?
- Jake: who told you
- You: it doesnât matter who told me, answer me.
- Jake: I promise you Iâll tell you when you tell me who told you
I tried so hard to keep my composure, but I told him everything. Then, I asked him politely, âwho do you want? Me or g/n?â no intention in making him choose between us, I genuinely wanted to know because I didnât want to be lead on if he liked g/nâand I didnât want g/n to be lead on in this relationship if he liked me. I never made him choose between us, I simply asked him who he liked because he just agreed to dating a girl 2 hours ago and is now telling me he likes me, anyone in my situation wouldâve done that, right?
- Jake: you I pick you
- Jake: I want you
- Jake: Iâm so sorry I was just desperate for someone and I thought you liked one of my friends at this point, I was so desperate I just agreed to her.
We got together right after he broke up with her the following morningâmaybe it was kind of stupid of us to do it so soon, but we were both waiting in eachother since the day we confessed all those months ago, it was summer, everything felt right, we had a huge conversation that night and talked about eachother and all our hidden secrets til 4am. In that conversation, we also made it clear that we would keep our relationship private because he had friends who liked me and I also had multiple who liked him.
Riingg ! â back into reality.
8:00am, you get up, brush your teeth, and your hair, wear a basic outfit you barely looked at before picking, and walk to the train stationâwaiting a few minutes for it to arrive.
There goes your alarm, woah, you just experienced your entire love story with Jake again, in a dreamâyou almost thought it was real. You're now 22, canât believe that all happend 10 years ago. It feels as if it happend yesterday. Although, a lot has changed since then, You're not the same as before, you arent in middle school, or high school at allâbut rather studying medicine in one of your dream universities. Your personality has changed a lot, the way you act has matured a lot aswellâyou now know that you donât need to be a brat in order to get peopleâs attention, hahâŠ
Although your life has changed, the place to where your mind wanders hasnât. You still remember the time you and Jake risked a day to go on a field trip downtown to a haunted house in the 8th gradeâright after summer. You remember all the stares you got as you walked togetherânot even holding hands or anything, just simply walking. Everyone would ship you guys togetherâyet got so mad when they suspected that you two were dating.
A few daysânot evenâa few hours after the field trip, pictures of me and him were spreader everywhere. I was officially done for. My friends had left me a little before it all, I was already dealing with that lossâand now, I had to deal with the entire population of girls in my grade hating on meâsimply for hanging out with a friend everyone knew I was close to.
I just didnât get it. Everyone would ship us, everyone knew we were close, we didnât even kissâor hold handsâor hugâor anything! Why did everyone get so mad? They didnât know or get the confirmation that we were datingâso why did I get ignored by everyone so secretively? Nobody talked to me about it, rumours spread about me and only meâabout Jakeâjust me. The worse thing was, I didnât have a say in anything. Nobody could say anything to my face, it was all behind my back, nobody dared to say anything while I was around, I never found out what they saidâonly small details of my last remaining friends that would overhear small stuff from crowds.
Thatâs basically how my entire 8th grade was like. I know some people would see it as a compliment that nobody could say anything to my friendânot even humiliate or bully me for it, but I felt as if it was the biggest curse ever. I never had a chance to speak about it, talk my feelings.
The worse part isâJake said it was going to be okay, he didnât care about what people thought about us. But just a month after the entire incidentâhe ghosted me for two weeks, came back to say sorry then did it again for two weeks. Then, it became a month and came back later to talk about how he was moving to France at the end of the year. I knew about it already, I was the only person he told, but it felt so much wise because he was talking about it during a period where he was just constantly ghosting me.
It was soon going to be his birthday so I decided to send him a huge paragraph:
Iâve deleted every single person off my Snapchat to make sure we keep that âyou and Jake have been each other's number one best friend for 2 months!â Even though itâs been almost a year since we had it, you know it only changes from 2 weeks, 2 months and two years. Yet still, you lost it. So so busy of you to lose that feature, texting someone else. I saw you online for a good 3 hours. How are you busy?
I said I donât mind if youâre busy because we each have our own lives, but youâre completely ghosting me.
I canât take a single apology from you anymore it makes me even more angry and frustrated I hate how much you take advantage of me because you know Iâll be the first to say âitâs alrightâ or âdonât think about it too much, I forgive youâ and completely forget about every single breakdown Iâve had because of you.
I hate all of your sorry messages I hate the way I felt so happy each time you apologize even though you never changed, I hate when I begged you to stop calling you a bad boyfriend even though you are not only a bad boyfriend but the worst newest person that entered my life, I hate how much I canât stop loving you despite all of the pain and hatred Iâm getting from you, I hate how much I miss the times you were actually excited to text me, I hate it when I actually believed that youâd love me forever, I hate it when we talked about our future together and how we both prayed to be soulmates, I hate how youâre always the first thing that comes to mind when I wake up, do something, cry, laugh, lay down, work, and every single other thing I do in my life. I hate how much I love you more than you love me and I hate even more how much Iâm aware of it. I hate the night you killed me inside and still found a way to make me happy in the end with your tricks. I hate how happy you look in real life when I see you with your friends knowing I have one friend and always have to plan ahead if sheâs not here, how I have problems with everyone and even that current friend Iâm not happy around, compared to you and your amazing friend group where everyone loves you and you love them.
I hate how you still manage to have a smile on your face even when weâre not texting. I donât understand how much I hate you right now but itâs not hate as in how much I hate my old friends, itâs a hate of sadness and of âhow could you do this to meâ hate. I hate you so much I canât get rid of you. I love you too much and thatâs why I hate you. I hope to one day look back at my 8th grade and hopefully say that all this pain was all worth it in the end because Iâve ruined my childhood so much 7-8th grade because of you.
Tomorrow January 12 2024 will be the day me and you met last year. Weâve known each other for a year. Why does it feel like Iâve known you my whole life and Iâve felt miserable since birth? I can't do this anymore.
I wish I could be as happy as you when youâre with your friends, I wish I could be as careless as you, I wish I could go months without texting their partner just like you, I wish I didnât need to worry if someoneâs going to leave me or not, I wish I could have peace and calmness in my life, I wish I had friends I actually enjoyed, I wish I didnât need to feel so lonely all the time, I wish I didnât have to look down whenever I see you in the hallways so that I donât embarrass myself, I wish I wasnât always so angry, I wish I didnât care so much about everything, I wish I wasnât sensitive, I wish I was crying right now, I wish I could leave and forget everyone I met last and this year including you, I wish I didnât start talking to you, I wish I was your first and only option, I wish I didnât think of you everytime a song came up, I wish I didnât think of you when I see something that I know you like, I wish I could find an end to all the things that come up to mind that donât stop flowing when Iâm writting these, I wish I didnât waste all that money on you, I wish that Snapstreak I paid back for because you lost it, wasnât lost again because you just didnât feel like doing it anymore, I wish I didnât cry to sad songs because they remind me of you, I wish I didnât see myself in every mentally unstable situation, I wish I could go to sleep peacefully, I wish you were there when I needed you most, I wish you felt the way I felt, I wish you experienced the stuff I went through, I wish you could understand how I feel, I wish you would listen to me for once, I wish youâd understand the things I feel, I wish you knew how much Iâm hurting, I wish I could tell someone about all my problems without feeling guilty afterwards, I wish I could shut my mouth up and stop talking so much especially when nobody enjoys it, I wish youâd snap-text me the way we used to, I wish youâd randomly tell me how much you love me like before, i wish you would beg me for forgiveness when youâd forget to reply for like 5 mins unlike how you leave me on delivered on purpose for 2 days now, I wish you felt grateful for me still being here, I wish I could move places and forget everything, I wish my sins werenât all on my back even though Iâm trying to move on, i wish I could move on from you, I wish I could forget about you the way you so easily forgot about me, I wish I could go to sleep without crying, I wish I could stop listening to my thoughts, I wish everyone would like me like you, I wish youâd understand everything and everyone I lost because I was with you, I wish youâd see how much people hate me because Iâm with you and they were jealous, I wish you realize that i didn't care about how I have no friends because I knew Iâd be able to talk to u when I get back home, thatâs why Iâm hurting so much now.
I wish you could ignore the girls that try to hit you up, just like how I do with the boys that simply want to be my friend, I wish you understood how stupidly I miss you, I wish you could treat me how I wish a man could treat me, I wish youâd never leave to France, I wish you never find a new person in France, I wish youâd understand how I canât live without you anymore and itâs all your fault, I wish youâd see and understand that I feel so worried because I donât want to lose you, I wish youâd comprehend that I wouldnât get jealous for no reason and that I was overprotective but rather that youâre my first love and Iâm scared of losing you, I wish youâd understand how much I try to talk to you and be around you, I wish you know and see how I finish all my work early or do it later just to try and be able to talk to you as much as I can, I wish youâd know how Iâm writing all of this right now instead of revising for my test tomorrow. I wish I wouldnât feel so tired after crying about you for just a few minutes, I wish my eyes werenât always heavy because of you and crying because of you, I wish I could stop loving you forever.
Happy birthday Jake! Whenever I write ur name it always pops up as âJAKEEEâ and it might sound stupid but I smile everytime I see it. Iâm writing this at 11:19pm, on a day where youâre ghosting me, again for the second time. I donât know whatâs the reason this time, knowing you couldnât keep your promise of not doing it again that you said not even a week ago.
I hope youâre aware Iâm not stupid, I see when youâre online, I know youâve left me on delivery for two days on purpose. When I said I donât know about your reason âthis timeâ, I in fact donât know a lot of things that you do. When youâre in trouble I know you go on your phone for a couple minutes, you just decide to not even check up on me with that time. It sounds pathetic and unimportant but in my point of view itâs the most gut wrenching thing to know because I would, without a doubt, pick you out of everyone to talk to if I was going to die and had one last chance to talk to someone.
Iâm typing all of this and Iâm not even sure if weâll make it till your birthday but, Iâve decided to completely forget about you when it hits 2024 if you still kept ghosting me because I wanna turn into a new person and throw away my past and all my old mistakes behind me that have been affecting my present. I try so hard to give myself excuses about you not texting, maybe youâre doing something with your parents like you said you were doing, maybe it was a surprise trip! But then I think more and realize that if you wanted to text me and say why you couldnât text, you wouldâve and if you couldnât, you wouldâve tried.
I hate how much I love you and I hate how much Iâm aware that you donât love me the same amount. My December is the absolute definition of âHellâ. I decided to wait for winter break to talk to you all about it and make myself better. What a fool I was for waiting and thinking youâd still text me the same. I hate how we text now, I donât care about anything I just wanna feel special texting you the way we used to.
When I used to always tell you how tired I am based on how tired you are(like when you weren't tired and I was, Iâd lie and say I wasnât either, donât know if you know what Iâm talking about) Iâd say it because I know myself, I know how if you were sad Iâd be sad, if youâre happy Iâm happy, when youâre not around Iâm sad and when youâre around Iâm happy.
You donât understand the times I Thanked god each time you texted me back, even when it turned into an argument. I rather argue with you instead of no contact. That's how much I enjoy texting you. No matter how much Iâve cried and felt miserable being with you at times, I canât seem to let you go. No matter how many boys that have liked me and Iâve never told you about, I decided to ignore and move on with my life. No matter how handsome they were, I myself don't understand why I see something in you that I donât see with anyone else. Not being able to let you go is what kills me and I physically cannot live without you.
I canât live a few hours without you, especially when I don't know the reason why youâre gone. When you told me you leave the people you donât like texting on delivery, you told me that February 2023, a few days before the Valentineâs dance. If I told my February 2023 self that Iâd be one of those people you keep on delivering, Iâd laugh and start talking about how youâre such an amazing person.
And whatâs worse is, I still laugh at myself and talk the best about you, even when I know deep down all the things I would rather swallow glass than go through again when I was with you.
I remember all our memories like it was yesterday, Jan 12, the first conversation when I added you on discord and you asked me âwho is thisâ and i replied with âwhy didnât you join me in nana simulatorâ. That day when going in the bus I told ____ âhey that Jake guy is kinda cuteâ but didnât think it would get this far.
The time you made that stupid lie about not hugging me because mister ____ was there and u didnât want ur parents to know.. I knew it was a lie, and I wasnât upset that you didnât hug me, I was uncomfortable as well at that moment, I was upset because someone hit me.
The night you got with g/n that was the same night you got with me. Every single conversation we had I remember it, even the stupid moment when you said you only liked g/n 40%. You say a lot of stupid things that turn out funny, thatâs why I try to make myself feel better thinking you wouldnât do anything to hurt me, but I forget that youâre not a child and you know everything you do.
I seriously wish I was lying when I say I never cried this much in my life except when I met you, even now. Right now, youâre even active on Instagram and of course Iâm still on delivery. Iâve never felt so pathetic and embarrassed in my life, just looking at that âdelivered 2Dâ thing on ur name. How I watched your name go from âjakeâ to âJakeâ€ïžâ to âjaeyunâ to âjâ to your original name on snap that you have on default. ââœïžâ.
I love you so much that even my mother loves you. Whenever you werenât texting me (practically the entire December), my mother would ask me about you a lot, I knew she loved you so much and I didnât want you to have a bad look to my mother so Iâd lie to her for you and tell her that you just texted me that you couldnât text and whenever sheâd ask me again, Iâd tell her that you were saying the truth and u havenât went online ever since, even though I knew that you were online half of the time.
Iâve tried seeing you all the time at school just to look at you and act if we are still texting, even if it meant crying a bit in class while thinking about you because I was left without explanation and you always look so happy, despite my absence in your life.
I keep lying to myself and saying that you mean the words you say to me but I know you donât try to see me in every person you come across the same way I do, you donât think of me the second you wake up at night the way I do, you would never look for me In a room full of girls.
I wake up from dreams in the middle of the night and even if it was a nightmare my first thought would be you, even if most likely the nightmare would have something to do with you. When my phone is next to me and I wake up, the first thing I do is put my phone down and in my head I say âplease say you textedâ knowing that each time itâs never you. I go back to sleep and wait for a message knowing Iâd never wake up again if it were the case. I say I wish you could communicate more so I could understand how much you love me but, do you not love me as much because you lack communication or do you lack communication because you donât love me as much.?
I donât really know how this happy birthday thing turned into a whole story about my love life with you and how miserable Iâve been ever since school started again. Itâs 2:01am now and I just canât seem to fall asleep when youâre on my mind. My head hurts thinking so much about you, my head goes dizzy and my eyes start to pump as if they have their own heartbeat, disgusting..
I love you so much I wish I could forget about you for my own well being.
7 snaps in the morning, none of them are you. So many boys on my phone yet you're still the only one I wish would text me. My head knows ur bad for me but my heart doesnât wanna leave you, Iâm scared of losing every opportunity of being able to be with you, but I guess Iâm just wasting that time with my own well being.
3 days doesn't sound like a lot but when youâre always online and ignoring me on purpose, it sure is a long time. I wish I could leave you on delivery for that long. I tried to ignore you a few times but I couldnât last more than 4 minutes. It hurts how much we are different in this relationship and how much love is we feel is unequal
I tried as much as I could to keep you as my number one best friend on snap. I told my entire best friend list that I couldnât talk so that nobody would go up, and it still managed to get ruined. Lina spent her days spamming me and making me reply to stories she posts so that she could take the number one best friend list on my list, and it worked. I doubt I was still yours anyway.
I tried as much as I could to keep you as my number one best friend on snap. I told my entire best friend list that I couldnât talk so that nobody would go up, and it still managed to get ruined. Lina spent her days spamming me and making me reply to stories she posts so that she could take the number one best friend list on my list, and it worked. I doubt I was still yours anyway.
Itâs funny because itâs news years and 2 years ago, this was the day i met the online friend who left me.
The one I was attached with for 2 years and ruined my entire mental health throughout 6 and 7th grade. The one that YOU replaced. The one I talked about for hours with you on TikTok, the one I told you I would tell everything and ever since he left, you were the new person I started acting as if it was him.
That guy, that nasty guy I was best friends with, blocked me for fun and ghosted me just to see me suffer without him, and youâre just repeating all of it.
I know youâre never going to message me, yet I realize I keep checking my lock screen every 5 minutes, your Instagram status, your reposts, your snap score, everything. I keep myself on not disturb but keep checking to hope that maybe, just maybe, you wouldâve decided to check my messages and reply.
If I knew that night was gonna be the last time we were gonna talk to each other, I wouldâve listened to my gut and begged you to stay. Iâve repeated many things, this entire âparagraphâ(more like a book lol.) is in scrabbles because I donât know how to explain myself, I write so much each time and just keep feeling the same, no happiness.
I know I said if you donât text before it hits 2024, Iâd forget you and erase you from my life because Iâm trying to change, but the truth is, Iâm sure that even if you text me after, Iâd reply the second I see your name. Although I might be still a little too confident thinking youâd text at all. I donât want to leave you, even when I know itâs better for me. I want to text you âI wanna break upâ so you could make some sense when youâre half swiping my message and quickly reply, but Iâm scared that you wouldnât question it and instead just say okay and leave for good.
I hate always being the one that gets attached in relationships, especially when the other isnât.
I hate how when you came back after ghosting me for 2 weeks before ghosting me again this time, you were acting as if you were embarrassed and very guilty about what you did, you made me feel bad for you. While I was the one suffering and crying every chance I got, I was the one comforting you. âYou donât need to say sorry, I knew you wouldnât do this without a reason, I know you wouldnât mean it.
Even before you came back and said sorry, I had forgiven you. I just want you to focus on yourself but please, communicate with me next time, Iâll understand you.â Those were the words I told you. Why canât anyone comfort me the same way I comfort people? Why were those the words I wanted to hear? Why are you, the one who makes me smile and who makes me wanna die as well, why are you the only reason I wanna keep living? Why do I see my life only as Important because I know if I died I wouldnât be able to text you anymore?
I see you use Snapchat by your snap score going up, gosh it feels so pathetic to know Iâm still on delivered. Stop doing this to me please I beg you it hurts too much I canât handle any of it anymore. My eyes are constantly stinging and it hurts so much, I donât deserve this, all I ever wanted was for you to be happy, with me, not at the look of me going crazy over you not texting me. Iâve been crying for hours and usually Iâd run out of tears to cry, why is it that I keep gaining more this time?
Oh please, come back to me, I bear seeing anyone else with you. Our stupid conversations about getting married and lasting forever with eachother, why have you forgotten all of it?
I wouldâve never thought i'd feel this way, i thought I loved my life and the only stress I had was school, why am I on winter break and going absolutely insane in the bathroom and in my room over a person like you.
I wouldâve never thought id ever wanna die, why do I feel like itâs my only option to peace right now? Suicidal? No way! But I seriously canât escape from the thought of you, I need you out of my life, but that would be worse, I just wish I never met you, thatâs also a lie. I wish you never changed, I miss the times you would care about how I felt.
This month, December, is my worst year. I needed you most at this time, why did you make it harder for me, purposely? Remember when you got mad at me for playing with ___? Haha I was so sad you were ignoring me again and you admitted you didnât wanna talk, I loved how overprotective you were acting, but why were you jealous about him when he treats me better than you? Why do I love you more than someone who treats me so much better?.
Wow, when I finished writing that, you checked my message. Dec 31 7:14. Opened. Let me guess, youâre gonna start apologizing âMY BAD MY MAD IM SO SORRY I GOT IN TROUBLE.â
And would you look at that, I wrote in my notes app:
Yup, just as a I thought, Jake: MB MY PARENTS TOOK MY PHONE. I sent this to him, all he had to say was he needed time alone and said âsee uâ when I said âbyeeeâ what the hell. If I killed myself it wouldnât be enough for this man..??? He doesnât text me properly for almost a month and he needs TIME ALONE??? Ugh! Happy new years! I told him happy new years on 12 exactly and all he said was âthanks u toâ and I said I was gonna become nicer and he said âcoolâ so Iâm going to be straight up with him and ask if we are breaking up. I donât wanna wait anymore tâil HE'S READY. All he said was no. Wth â His last words were; I love you so much, I'm sorry, I'll message you when i get the chance.
Itâs safe to say, I really was going insane. He never texted me again in 8th grade after thatâuntil, the summer before 9th grade. I remember how he asked if we could talk when I have time, he was in France by now by the way. I told him that I was surprised that Iâm hearing him again, and said sure. All he had to say was, âIâm sorry for everything I did, Iâm sorry for ghosting you and all, I was really going through itâ I beg your pardon?
Thatâs all he wanted to talk about? Quickly, I respond with:
- you: No, Jake. I want to know what happend , why did you do that?
- Jake: I promise you, It was personal problems y/n
He was so stubborn, I know it wasnât the reason, we would go through things but weâd go through them togetherânot the way he did it. But, i always saw the good in him, even in that moment, i wasnât angry at him. When I was with him, he was amazingâso I always wanted to keep that image of him and not swifch up so quickly just because he ghosted me for practically a year now. But still, i had to do what I had to do soâI asked him the big question:
- You: you know, we never properly broke up, so, what is it? Do u still like me? You havenât talked to me in forever, youâre supposed to answer this.
- Jake: you first
Not this again.
- you: Jake no. Youâre the one who left so youâre the one who answers it.
- Jake: no no just please you first
- You: Jake. What do you want from me? opened.
There he goes again, that was for real the last message. I never heard from him again-
ânext stop, _____ universityâ â
Thereâs the trainâperfect timing.
Todayâs a weird dayâmaybe because itâs snowing, maybe because its the month he first started acting weird. Usually, you think of him before bed, not during the entire morning⊠You miss him, itâs been a whileâYou still wonder where he is now.
Sometimes, you wonder if you should drop out of university and become a famous modelâmaybe then he could recognise you and reach out.
You can barely remember his voice, you lost all my old videos from before you even started textingâthose were the times you actually heard him speak, the rest was small talk and then completely no contact. Even when you guys were dating, you never spoke in real lifeâtoo scared and nervous.
You're finaly off the trainâheading to class now, exams are coming up. You never got to experience it with Jake since he left to go to high-school in France, did I mention that already? You say to yourself. Actually, he had never removed his name from your school so when you had attendance on the first day of nineth grade, he was called in every single one of your classes. What a coincidence, you had never gotten in the same class for two years but then couldâve got all your first semester classes with him if he hadnât leftâwhat a way to play with your reason to live.
University isnât like highschool anymoreâitâs quieter, people are more focused on themselves than things that people have to say about eachother. You have a small group of friends that you met In highschool, you're glad you're still in touch despite how many years itâs been.
9:09amâhuh??? Your class starts in a minute, shoot!
You dont know why you rushed to get to class so quickly⊠itâs too boring, You're bout to fall asleep. As you were about to lay your head on the desk and doze offâyou heard your professor mutter something a little interesting for once.
âOkay students, this doesnât have to do with our major but the board entered my name to do a small project out of context. Today, and for the following month, there will be 15 people from this class and the class that starts in 2 hours who will travel abroadâmore specifically to France-â
Thatâs all you needed to hearâyou didnât care about the rest, you heard France and knew that you were going to be participating in this activity. Itâll be fun, you say, i'll get to experience how Jake lived in France, you say. You say it all, with no intentions of actually meeting Jake. You just wanted to experience what he experienced, maybe it'd make you feel a little closer to him. Like always, you made everything in your life, about him. Itâs like he was famous in your mind.
You needed a break from your current place anyway, everything was all over the place, you felt as if youâve been living the same days over and over again. Maybe this was an opportunity to change things a bitâget you out of your comfort zone.
You signed up so quickly to the program my teacher talked about a few days ago. You already found a roommate to stay with for the time you'll be staying there.
The guy you arranged to live with was a little bit younger than you, but you didnât mindâyou just needed a place to stay for a bit. You soon learned that he goes to the same university that youâll be studying in, which is niceâyouâll have someone to help you around everything.
Youâre counting the days until you leaveâyou called with the roommate and found out a few extra things about him. His name was ni-ki, he was also a foreigner except heâs permanently staying there. Heâs in the same major as you and as you exchanged schedules, you saw that you guys had 2/4 classes togetherâthatâs nice, already got a buddy to be with for half of your classes!
You're now in France, heading to your apartmentâready to meet Ni-ki. Right before you can manage to knock, he opens the doorâas if he was waiting for you by the door. "Hey," he speaks, his voice low and deep. He was tall and slimâit reminded you of Jake. You don't know how he looks like anymore, you haven't in a while. The last time you saw him, he was tall, above all the boys in your grade, you don't know anything about him anymore actually.
Before you could continue being lost in thought, Ni-ki speaks up once again. "How about you go get some rest, you look tired. You can tell me about your trip in the morning. Sounds good?" You nod, you were exhausted, the trip was long and you could barely close your eyes in the plane.
'Oh and, y/n, by the way, i'll invite some friends over for a bit, if that's alright with you?' 'yeah that's fine don't worry, I bet you i'll be so deep in sleep that I wouldn't even wake up if you guys bomb the place.' What a lie. You couldn't fall asleep at all.
right as you thought you were going to fall asleep, you heard the door burst open, the people Ni-ki invited finally arrived. You could hear likeâfive people? Oh waitânoâa sixth oneâwho.. Sounded a lot likeâJake.
You couldn't remember his voice but when you heard something like himâyou just knew. What a great discovery, even if you were going to finally get some sleepâyou definitely aren't now. You sat in the bed you were assigned to sleep in, listening to the boys downstairs chattingâthe guy who sounded like Jake wasn't really talkative, maybe its not himâactually, you're sure its not himâyou're just eavesdropping so that you could pretending that you're listening to Jake's voice.
In the morning, Ni-ki had to wake you up for your class because you were still used to your old timezone. 'y/n... we have class in like 30 minutes...' 'Five more minutes... Get off of me, let me sleep!' 'I'll rip up all your clothes if you don't get up.' 'What? What! Okay, okay I'm up!'
You both ran to class, your apartment wasn't on campus but it was still close. You were introduced to the first two classes with Ni-ki by your side, you followed him everywhere for those first two periodsâbut now, you two next are aloneâand you have no idea where to go.
Luckily, you spotted one of your teachers from your morning classes, they had to go fill out some papers and correct tests so they couldn't give you a tour of the schoolâbut guided you to Ni-ki's class so that he could be excused out of his class and help you.
You walked into his class behind your teacher, not bothering to look at anyone to try and find himâtoo scared you'll make awkward eye contact with anyone who isn't him.
"I'm sorry for interrupting your lesson, Chanelle, but could we please steal your student Nishimura Riki for a period? We have a new foreign student who knows him and needs a tour of campus." Your teacher said to the one who was currently teaching Ni-ki's class. "Oh why of course, and don't apologise, i needed this few second break..." She responded. "Nishimura, get down here"
As she called him over, you follower her eyesâtrying to spot Ni-ki. Then, you found him, laying back on a chair with his feet on the table, surrounded by 6 boysâprobably the ones from yesterday.
'Hey ni-ki, whos that girl next to the teacher? You know her?' The purple haired boy asked. Just as you were going to smile and wave at him, your eyes spotted one of the boys who stood out a bit brighter than the restâdue to his immersive stare at you. Jake. There he was. Yes you haven't seen him in a while, but those eyes never change. it really was himâright infront of you. It was Jake.
You didn't utter a single wordâturning quickly and just waiting for ni-ki to get down. You always imagined what you'd do when you saw him againâyou just didn't expect it ever to be like this.
In the afternoon, after both you and ni-ki got back to your apartment. You built up the courage to ask him, 'Hey, ni-ki, who were those boys you were with when I came into your class searching for you?' 'Oh them, those are my best friends. Heeseung, the purple haired one you heard, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon and Jake. We've been friends ever since i got here, but they've been childhood friends since they were littleâexcept Jake, he came during highschool, but that's still a while ago! Y/n? Are you listening-' 'Yes! Yes! I am indeed!' 'Oh okay, well yeah. Actually, they're coming over againâi'll properly introduce you to them then!'
Excuse you? Coming over? Again? How many times do these boys come over? They just visited yesterday... "Again?" you spoke, voice a little lower than you hoped it'd be. "Yeah, they come over all the time, you'll love them, trust me!" He said, love filled in his eyes as he spoke about his friendsâcompletely unaware of what you were currently thinking.
Minutes passed and suddenly, the doorbell rang. You instinctively froze, Ni-ki jogged to go get the door, leaving you in the living room alone, awkwardly waiting. "Guys, this is the girl from earlier, this is y/n, shes my roommate" One by one, they entered the room, you got up and kindly greeted all five of themâuntil it was turn for the sixth one who took a little longer to remove his coat after hearing ni-ki's words.
When it was Jake's turn, your heart sank, you looked at him from close upâhe was different. His face had matured, his hair had thickened, He body looked a lot fuller and grown up than you last remember. A lot changedâbut it was still so easy to tell it was him. Perfect nose, flawless face, the same eyes you fell in love with.
"Y/n?" Jake spoke, in a questioning tone, way lower than how he used to speak. You were surprised that he even said something, if you two were in 8th grade, he wouldn't even be able to look your way, head down as he walks past you to make it seem like he didn't see youâwhile you would stare at the lockers, the opposite direction of him. "Long time no see" was all you said, though your mind was saying alot more.
"You two know each other?" Jungwon asked as you both nodded. "What a small world!" Sunoo added.
The rest of the night was awkward, both you and Jake sneaking glances of each other, trying to admire everything that changed. We haven't seen each other in 10 years, It's normal. For a split second, you both had eye contactâhis eyebrows lower than usual, his eyes in a weird shape, like if it was an apology.
He used to be so active, so energeticâbut tonight, he was even quieter than when I heard him yesterday from upstairs.
Sunghoon and Heeseung requested to watch a movie. You tried distracting yourself by helping Jay pick out snacks from the pantry, but his gaze was burning you, you could feel it no matter what you do. All of a sudden, ni-ki requested Jake to go grab some drinks. As he walked past you to the fridge he whispered, "Y/n, can we talk?"
It was starting to get late, each member leaving, keeping you and Jake alone. You didn't want to talk in the apartment with ni-ki so you both requested going outside the apartment, take a little walk as you talk.
It reminded you of when you went on that field trip, walking downtown with lights everywhere, as if you were in a movie, as if the world was only you and him, nothing else mattered. After minutes of silence, he broke it, Jake finally spoke.
- I didnt expect to you again. He said
- I didnt either.
- I wanted to apologise for everything, I know i said that the last time we spoke, but i really mean it this time. I know that whatever the reason was, I should've never acted that way.
- But Jake, how many times have we been through this before? Its been 10 years and yet you still say the same thing. I don't even know why I'm still here, listening to you say all of this, even after all the time that passed.
- I know I was always wrong, i know. My parents forced me okay? They didn't think I'd be able to focus on my education if I kept talking to you. My graders were dropping and they thought it was because of you when really it was because i was fooling around with my friends. I know you asked me if it was because of my parents and I said no but I was just so scared I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to disrespect my parents either and tell you that they were telling me to leave you.
As you were trying to find the words to respond to him, he continued.
- I know i was a jerk, and i dont expect you to forgive me so easily especially that im saying all of this so late, I didnt know if you would want to ever see my face again anyway. I needed to say this all because i cant keep it in anymore.
At this point, heâs sobbing, unable to even walk anymoreâhe just sat there, on the side of the road. His hands covering his face and trying to wipe his tears as fast as he faceânow, avoiding your gaze at all times.
Youâve never seen him like this, he never cried, never spoke about his feelings, he never thought he should because he wanted to look strong all the time. âokay Jake, I forgive you, I forgave you a long time ago, just please, get up Jake. Letâs go to your place, I canât leave you like this, please.â You pleaded, feeling sorry for him. You knew he had a kind heart deep down despite everything, your heart ached at the scene in front of you.
You got to his place, helped him wash his face, his face flushed, embarrassed that he did all that after seeing you just once aft all those years. Everything was weird, despite the entire scene, everything was still unspoken, leaving plenty of things to discuss about.
As you sat him down on his couch, he said, "Y/n. I promise you for real this time, i'll tell you everything, I'll explain everything right now, I want to fix things even if it takes another 10 years to cure it all."
"Okay." you said, everything felt like the day you two confessed, explaining the unexplained, answering the questions you both were wondering about each other's actions back there.
Maybe it was going to take a while to get everything adjusted again, but you didn't mind, its not like you waited 10 years already, you know how to wait. None of that mattered right now, you were just relieved that finallyâyou have answers.
Maybe, it was worth itâhaving you famous in my mind.
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i see yalls asks but unfortunately i just got assigned a biiiiiig project at work at the start of this week. plus mid-year performance check is next month so obviously i really want to do well, and that means i'm probably going to do extra effort & focus on that... even tho i don't really want to lmao
anyway i'm probably going to be somewhat(?) inactive for the time being, sorry đ„Čđđ»ââïž
#a psa from rin#sigh i know everyone's tired of this and i'm tired of it too i just want to sit and draw or write all day haha#what a dream it is to just quit work and rest for like a year without it being detrimental to your cv the next time you look for work#and it's double the 'fun' for me bc to work overseas you need to have a working visa and it's... not a guarantee you can get it even if the-#-company wants you here#i love my manager and my team but sometimes we get ridiculous projects that shouldn't even come to our team (in my opinion) and it sucks#literally it should be a priority feature so product team should be the one doing this but noooooo it should go to us#bc no bandwith. even though it's a priority feature. we know how to prioritize so well#yep#sigh#ah well#sometimes it do be like that ;) ok rant over back to work i go#i hope everyone have a good rest of the week and had fun with the natlan livestream. idk when i'm gonna even watch that.
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hey so whatâs your favourite part of the hit song âpegâ by steely dan? Mines when he says peg at 0:39
#yes itâs steely Dan time#it has been for about a week#as well as a selection of other songs#so I might start one of those music tags and inflict it upon you all so I can scrounge some recommendations#itâs so fun hearing a song for the first time in ages and suddenly being like âyes. this is The Songâ#see also Iâm your man and wham rap but also money talks and private eyes but rancid eddie and talender and Orville peck#PLEASE somebody tell me theyâve listened to blush and curse of blackened eye and outta time and thought Steddie#Iâm so sorry Iâm going ti be annoying for the rest of the night#if any of you reblog ask games Iâm going to be in your inbox#hope everyone is having/has had a good Monday??#im firmly in my loving eddie mindset
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Dark Desires
older, best friends dad!Logan x reader
summary: a week ago you found yourself drunk texting your best friends dad; something that should've been a mistake, but you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would know everything you'd kept from him all those years. You'd been thinking about it for longer than you'd care to admit; adding to the fantasy. so what happens when logan finally indulges you..
warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, F!Receiving oral, PIV smut, prone bone and missionary, Somnophilla (technically??), daddy kink, roleplay?? pussy sniffing?? Kind of voyeurism? But the person is very much asleep. Also tagging this for dubcon but itâs more pre established consent/free use and slight CNC vibes depending on how you view it? Tagged this the best i believe i can but ultimately you are responsible for your media consumption.
A/N: i don't know where this came from, other than i had a glass of wine and a naughty thought. i tried real hard on this and its a little darker than i usually write- not to mention longer- but i hope yall enjoy a filth filled piece of my intoxicated brain anyway. Et voilĂ .
Masterlist Words: little over 4k (oop- longest thing ive ever written.. i got carried away..)
Your heart is hammering away inside of your chest so insistently that it feels like your ribs are bruised and your breasts are trying to punch their way out of your dress.
You're still wearing the stupid thing and Laura is drinking another mimosa. Part of you is grateful for that. Yet while you want her drunk and snoring tonight, part of you can't help trying to stop her.
You make eye contact, give her the look. Tell her to slow down because you two have been down this road before. She gets wild, has fun for half an hour, and then spends the rest of the night dizzy in a bathroom asking deep philosophical questions like why do my eyes hurt? And why do guys suck? And do i still have puke in my hair?
But if she's drunk tonight, just enough to sleep like the dead, then what?
You set your own drink aside to check your phone for what feels like the hundredth time this hour and lift a shaky thumb to your texts.
You've read the thread again and again and again, and still you don't quite believe it. The party swirls around you. A hurricane of sound and the smell of cocktails is sour in your nose. You feel the heat of your friends, your fellow graduates. one day lawyers, doctors, professors, professionals in their field; and yet here you are reading over the texts again.
You feel like a little girl and yet simultaneously the most grown of women because you have a secret, a dirty little secret.
You were nearly as drunk as Laura is now when you sent the first text a week ago. You were celebrating the end of finals and you were curled up in bed after a long night out.
One of your other friends had flirted with the bartender. You'd told the girl to stop and Laura had reached from her stool and pinched your leg. Asking if you'd ever needed something so badly that you actually made a bad decision.
Everyone had laughed, all except you.
You know she was teasing and complimenting in the same breath. You're a good girl and everybody knows it. Reliable, honest and never involved with the wrong kind of guys.. Always a reason to why you were too busy to bother. You were studying, too busy hanging out with Laura. Too busy prepping for school, internships and the next two decades of your life.
You're no angel, although of course, no one was. You've had your share of regrettable hookups and disappointing boyfriends, but nothing that set your world alight. Nothing worth risking anything for.
But maybe what Laura had said thread under your skin more than you'd like to admit. Maybe you were just drunk enough to ignore the obvious risk.. Or was it that you'd been thinking about him for an indecently long amount of time?
So with finals over, diploma practically in hand. There was nothing preventing years of pent up lust from sending a jolt down between your legs, setting a crackling fire in your heart and making you sweat. Dripping down your neck, stomach, that spot on your lower back, they all tingled as you crouched on the corner of your bed and wrote a single text.
You: I need something.
You sent it. Had forced yourself to before you chickened out and immediately regretted it. You thought you'd worded it in such a way that you could play it off, pretend it didn't happen.
But you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would read those three words and know everything you'd kept from him all those years. Every dirty thought, every horny fantasy, everything.
It was all right there in the text. 2am on a Thursday night and truly it could only mean one thing. You put the phone down, tried to make yourself go to sleep.
Logan was an older man with a life. A job, house and a child- your best friend- and you were sure he wouldn't even see the stupid thing until the morning when you could say you meant to message Laura. Not him, not her father. But then you picked up the phone again, half panicked and ready to change your mind, when you'd saw those little dots.
That meant he was writing something back, at 2am on a Thursday night, either in bed or his limo.
Logan: You need to go to sleep
Of course.. Responsible. That was the responsible thing to do. And you would do just that. But first you'd just write a quick text to apologize. Say it was the wrong number and sleep this off; pretend it didn't happen for the rest of your lives.
But.. what if, for once in your life, it could be easy? What if Logan did know everything? What if.. There was something else? Because that was how this all started, hadn't it?
You'd always felt something more, saw something different in his worn eyes, his gruff demeanor. Heard something he was saying when he really wasn't saying anything at all.
Or.. Was it all in your head? Was this only ever a one way infatuation? A young woman's crush, a dark fantasy that only grew darker with each new kink you discovered in yourself? Losing all confidence, you texted back.
You: sorry. Wrong number.
And that was that- or it should've been that- If it was only ever a one way street. You put the phone down, tried desperately to keep your eyes closed, but the moment you heard the phone buzz again you peek.
Logan: Is that true sweetheart?
Oh no, no. it wasn't true at all. You knew he knew exactly who'd texted and why; what you wanted him to do. You'd been thinking about it for years. Adding to the fantasy. Soaking your sheets in the middle of the night when you couldn't sleep, all that brought a temporary relief. If only for a little while; So, you text back.
You: No
Just that. A simple No.
Logan: You telling a lie?
You: Not exactly
Logan: So you wanted my attention then?
You: Wanted? No Logan.. Need.
And yes, you know need is a very strong word.
Logan: You feel very strongly about that huh? Strong feelings can be dangerous sweetheart.
You: what if i want something dangerous.
You answered back with the most honest thing you could say. And then there was a pause, a very long pause, in which you could see no dots, and even started to wonder if he'd abandoned you. Left you on read.
A thousand images erupted in your mind, different versions of him sitting and staring at your number- your words. Those cheap reading glasses perched on his nose as he wondered if this was some kind of game.
But if it was a game.. Logan was ready to play and after a few minutes your phone dings again.
Logan: you're being a real bad girl tonight, aren't you?
And then it wasn't your best friend's father you were texting. Well, it very much was- that was the crux of it, wasn't it? But now it was also the man. The man on the other side of the phone who was paying close attention.
You: Yes, daddy. very, very bad.
Now, In the darkness of his daughter's room, You imagine colors swirling on her ceiling. Your heart restless like a caged animal and there is a knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter by the second.
You don't know how long you've been lying here. 5 minutes or 5 hours. But you know you can't possibly wait another moment... But then you do, because you have to.
You haven't heard from Logan all day and that makes you afraid. Really genuinely afraid that He's forgotten or changed his mind.
Because, well, it's just you and Laura in here, isn't it? You're lying on the floor, a lumpy pillow under your head, and a spare, slightly musty blanket folded under your breasts.
Laura is snoring away in her bed, her limbs tangled with a stuffed animal almost the size of her- one you'd won her from a carnival. It was like old times, she slurred drunkenly. The three of you huddled together in her bed, giggling and watching some crappy reality show.
She'd tried to get you to join her and the animal in the bed, but you'd said no. Insisted that it was too hot tonight. That you'd rather be able to spread out on the floor. Fortunately, by the time you made it up to Laura's room, she was too far gone to argue.
Unfortunately, now though, there's a very drunk girl in her bed beside you, a possible witness to your depravity. And so you lie there, staring at the ceiling and forcing yourself not to text. Not to call. To just ignore the nagging doubt in your gut.
And yet again, you still find yourself opening the text thread. Reading through the things you told him, the things he'd told you. A formed plan and line after line of you promising things. All of the 'Yes, daddy I want this' the 'Please do that to me' The repetitive 'ill be a good girl, Promise' And then, at the very bottom, a safe word. It was when you'd agreed on the safe word that you knew this was for real. Not a fiction in a book or a fantasy playing out in a movie.
The word. Kitty. An inside joke from years ago. The word proof that all the little confidences and conversations held an attraction you were both willing to hide for the sake of decency
But.. you don't want to be decent anymore. You'd confided your fantasy, one that you had dreamt so many nights. Wished for it in the hot, comfortable haven of Laura's bed every time you'd stayed over. The thought of her older, attractively gruff father coming to you in the night and making you submit to his secret lust.
Of him pulling your panties to the side while Laura slept untroubled. Logan ravishing you while you whispered and mewled 'please, daddy, make me your filthy slut'
You've always been his filthy slut, haven't you? Deep In your heart. The thought is turning the wet spot between your legs into a soggen menace. You've been horny before, You've been needy before, but never like this- because you've never tried something like this.
Never wanted something badly enough to ask for it; or even beg for it. This was a dream, a dirty desire, a secret yearning never to be true.
Then you'd drunk texted. You told him and he'd responded, not with shock or disgust, but enthusiasm, cautious enthusiasm. But it was still only text messages. You haven't spoken to him yet, not properly at least. Even when you saw him walk in at the party, or in the limo on the way back to Laura's. You couldn't bring yourself to say a word. Your mouth was so dry, cheeks so hot. Laura had laughed and said you were flushed in the backseat- a lightweight to end all lightweights- when in fact you haven't had a drop to drink tonight.
You're going to throw your phone at the wall, you swear it. But No, that would probably wake her up. Instead, you conclude that you're going to find your pants, and you're going to leave this house and never come back. You love Laura but you can't bear it, can't believe you trusted him with this. You can't lie here and torment yourself about your decisions a minute longer about your need.
Then, your heart leaps into your throat. phone dropping onto your chest with a soft thud. Quickly you brush it off and turn onto your stomach. Your head hitting the pillow, eyes squeezed shut and pulse racing like you've run a marathon.
Through your closed eyelids, you see the glow of the hall light from the open door, only for it to vanish moments later. Either the door has closed or the light's been turned off, but you're not sure which because blood is racing so loudly in your ears. Breath escaping in overwhelming gasps.
Do you hear calculated heavy footsteps or is that your imagination? You struggle to listen for Laura. Is she awake or still sleeping? The tension so tight in your chest that you begin to feel dizzy, almost nauseous. Then comes the creak of the floor at the foot of your makeshift bed, the unmistakable presence of another person in the room, their eyes on you.
You can't stop your body from trembling slightly as the sheet is softly yanked away. Adrenaline courses through your veins, making your body buzz with anticipation.
Your legs are bare the cool air of Laura's bedroom. You're laying on your stomach. Face pushed into the pillow, eyes clenched shut as if you're locked into a deep, drunken sleep- like you should be.
Your legs are splayed out, dark lacey panties riding up the crevice of your ass. One of your ass cheek's indecently exposed... then a rough touch caresses over the swell of that exposed cheek, two big exploring hands, gliding over you.
You hear the grunt of a man, and you know it can only be Logan. He's the only other person home.
Your heart is beating so hard you're afraid you're going to pass out. Laura is on the bed, sleeping mere feet away, and her father is groping you in your supposed sleep.
So the question becomes: are you dreaming now? or are you praying this is as far as he'll go?
when Logan pull's the fabric of your panties to the side, you know he's willing to go much further. He's quiet in the darkness around you, but he's big and the house is old; the floor creaking and groaning as he readjust's his heavy weight.
Your panties are roughly hiked over one cheek of your ass, the sound of ripping lace filling your ears. Logan's hot breath roll's over your ass and the tremble in your limbs becomes a full shiver.
You can feel his scruffy face so close to your body, Feel his nose against the crevice of your ass as he roves lower. Dipping further until his mouth- his nose - is pressed into the folds of your bared cunt.
You hear how he inhales deeply, toes curling in response. Your fingers lay over Laura's spare pillow, the case tight in your grip. He's smelling you, nuzzling against your dampening skin not once, but many times. Lewdly breathing in your scent like a dog that's found something it likes.
His calloused hands spread you open so he can breathe deeper still and when hes as deep into your cunt as his face will allow, his wet tongue slides out to lick at you. You cannot stifle your moan at the feeling, immediately biting your lip to keep from growing any louder.
But with this the culmination of so many fevered late night fantasies, you dont know if you are dreaming.
His wide tongue laps at your swollen clit, swiping open the seam of your pussy and to the point just shy of your tighter hole. You hear logan growl into your wet slit like a monster unleashed from beneath the bed. Feeling how how his licks grow stronger, longer and twice as ravenous as he steadily turn your pussy into a drooling, dripping mess.
He laps at you in the quiet darkness of Laura's room, calculated and experienced as you fight to not to cry out. The pressure of an impending orgasm building so tight in your body that it feels time you woke up.
And so you take a deep breath, a rough gasped sound falling out too. Your fingers claw at the pillow as you flex your lower half.
"Hmm?"You grumble, pretending to bat away the cobwebs of sleep. "Wha-whats happening, What are you doing?" You ask, voice thick with mock confusion.
Within moments you feel Logan's tongue retreat from your pussy, a weight so much heavier than your own crawl over your half naked body. You feel him pressed tight against you, still clothed if the scratchy fabric tells you anything, but an unmistakable bulge is hidden inside. Hard and large against your ass you feel Logan's arm rub against your shoulder. A big hand sliding over your mouth.
"Quiet, sweetheart" he growls in your ear. "Daddy's had enough of your teasing"
Another large hand slides beneath your sleep shirt to cup your tender tits, The nipples diamond hard against Logan's palm. You cant help but moan into his hand as you plead.
"Please. Didn't mean to tease" its a wine, petulant in tone.
"Course you didnt.. Shame S' Too late now" he whispers against your ear, teeth biting into your earlobe. The hand on your breast trails down. Right the way down to his slacks.
"B-but Laura" You warn him in a whispered panic, hearing the sound of a zipper sliding down. you struggle teasingly, hips bucking back against him. Its not enough to cause a scene or enough to wake your sleeping friend- his sleeping daughter- but just enough to make him pin your body down. Enough for you to feel a fraction of his real strength.
Logan's muscles bulge from the effort of caging you against the floor and spreading your legs.
"Nuh uh, Stay still. Stay right where ive got you" he murmurs darkly in your ear, voice a low rumble. the words fire through you like liquid lightning as you bite into his palm, not to fight but to restrain a high pitched moan that you fear could wake the neighbors- not just Laura.
"nothing you can do now sweetheart, just gotta take it" Logan says and you hear the mocking smile in the words, feel the throb of his thick cock as it emerges from the confines of his pants. "Kept telling me you were a good girl, so show me"
With your stomach flat against the ground, legs spread wide beneath him, you can do nothing but tremble as his cock slips between your legs. The cock belonging to your best friend's father sliding deliciously across that little bundle of nerves that sparks a whimper of pleasure.
Your eyes roll back as Logans hips buck, cock brushing your clit again, running up and down your slit torturously slow. "fuuuck, you feel that? How hard you've got my cock?"
You're kicking your legs now, moving your hips. It could be viewed as a struggle but its not, not really, you're just so desperately excited you can't keep still.
"Don't need to fight me baby. Just let daddy in hm? let it happen sweetheart."
And then he's pushing inside your body in one heavy thrust; slow and impossibly deep. The weight of him inside your cunt making you mewl against his palm. All the years of secret yearning, wet fantasies and subtle flirtations have all led to this moment.
It doesn't take many thrusts before your tongue is rolling out of your mouth, licking wetly against his palm like a grateful dog- a bitch in heat. You try to use it to muffle the moan that follows, a pitiful sound mixed with pleasure, like you're ashamed to be in the situation.
Used and humiliated around logans cock.
Its push followed by retreat, a half thrust and then withdrawal over and over. "So fucking tight" Logan growls as you wiggle your ass, not certain if your trying to squirm further in to his grip or out.
He's stretching your walls apart, the burn of his size delicious with each heavy he offers. Each bringing a pulsing throb on your clit. "Yeaaaa, that's it, take it like a good girl.." he groans. "S' what you wanted isn't it."
Logans right, this is exactly what you wanted and more. His body trembles atop yours from the exertion, balls squeezed against your ass, his hand on and off clenching around your breast. His thrusts picking up in pace as you struggle and squirm to keep quiet even under his palm
"L-logan" you whimper as he pushes particularly deep, pussy squelching lewdly from your arousal, his hand barley muffling the word. He knows your close before you do, can feel your cunt clenching desperately.
"Getting fucked so good your gonna cum sweetheart?" he rasps in your ear, panting into it. "C'mon, tell daddy how good his cock feels."
"S-so good.. F-fuck yes daddy, please"
You whine and It is a struggle to pry his strong hand off your mouth to get the words out.
"Go on sweetheart. Cum, coat my fuckin cock. Show me this cute little pussy is mine"
and then his big hand clamps back over your lips as he begins to fuck you into the floor. Your orgasm crashes over you in burning waves. Every stroke becoming an ecstatic agony, overstimulation starting to buzz over your bones. Its a constant struggle to hold your moans and neither of you can move properly for the risk of waking Laura .
But Logans hips remain unrelenting, Fucking you prone on your friends floor. His balls swinging, swatting unbearably at your clit with every entry. The heat of him and being trapped against the floor is almost unbearable, but so is having to keep your whimpers quiet. sweat beads hot on your brow
you can hear his own desperate attempts at staying quiet. Broken only by muffled groans, grunts of exertion, and primal chesty growls as your cunt clenches wetly around him.
Yet the discomfort of overstimulation is no match for the absolute bliss of your submission. Your toes curling so hard you're on the verge of a cramp.
The friction between your clit, Logan's cock and the floor builds to an intolerable pressure. Something must give way. The temptation to lose all control and scream his name too great. Now that possibility of you blacking out is too dangerous to ignore. So you say it the word.
"Kitty!"
Not because you want to, but because in this moment you have to. Almost as soon as the word leaves your lips and sinks into the pillow, wet from saliva and tears, you feel his body shudder. muscles seizing while a heavy groan sounding out into the skin of your neck.
"you okay?" he pants softly worry creasing his brow. "Was it too much?"
Your wordless and it worries him. Making him pull back, cock slipping free with a hushed hiss as he helps you shift onto your back, so he can look at you properly.
Your hands rise, fingers caressing his scruffy cheeks. "M'okay" you pant, eyes on him. "wasn't too much. Promise."
No, in fact, It was just right- before it all overwhelmed you that is. Now? now you just want to hold him, make love to him. Hold onto something- someone that isn't really yours. Eye to eye, your mouth slides back over his, legs spread back open, ready to welcome his length back inside. Without a word you buck your hips down, beckoning him to fuck you again.
Things are much quieter this time. Pace slowed to deep grinds rather than shallow thrusts, pleasure once again coiling in your gut as you lean up to watch his cock disappear inside.
"Feel so good sweetheart, my good girl" he coos, lips against yours as his hand slips back to cup your breast. "My good girl with a fuckin perfect body"
You keep your eyes on logan, blissful smile across your face, and for this moment he's not your best friends father. Not with the way he's gazing down at you with a mixture of lust and long held affection. "always wanted you" he whispers, hand moving back from your breast to cup your cheek. "But I would have kept that secret forever.."
You squeeze him to your chest, heart stuttering at the admission as you lock your arms behind his neck, legs tight around logans waist. You whimper back his name, a plea on your tongue.
"Want you to cum logan.. Please, need to feel it"
You want it more than anything, to feel his cum pushed inside you; for it to drip out later as a downright filthy reminder. You kiss his neck, then cheek, and finally his lips. You want Logan to claim you right here on the floor, right under her nose and you know it makes you a bad friend. Your eyes roll back, hands clawing down his chest as you feel yourself giving up all thought to the rush that flows down the center of your body. The one that begins and ends in the wet, sticky place between your legs, Where the sensitive bud of your clit pulses like a dying star.
it's then he growls much too loud, and you respond back in a whimper, lips pressing tight as you cum together in panted kisses. Him pumping hot heady ropes of cum inside your cunt without reservation or regret as you clench in a vice grip around him.
Tomorrow you will be sore, you know it for a fact. But Tonight.. Tonight You can revel in a fantasy made flesh, your flesh and Logans wrapped around each tight. You drag weak fingers down through his damp hair, then his back, feeling the way his shirt is soaked through with sweat.
Logans panting has subsided by now, breaths no longer crackling besides your ear. He plants mouthy kisses at the juncture of your neck, ever so gently, like a sated wolf nuzzling at the muzzle of his mate. You giggle quietly as those kisses grow fiercer, teeth nipping at your neck.
"my good, great, naughty girl" he murmurs against your skin, voice soft. "you feeling okay sweetheart? sure it wasn't too much?"
You nod and he can feel the enthusiasm seep from the move as you grasp his face again. "Mhm, better than okay. Was perfect" you hum sleeplily, content in his hold, in the scent of him. Your eyes flutter, lashes tickling his cheeks as you kiss him long and deep, until the rub of his beard hurts your face and sleep begins to take you under.
You both know tonight was the culmination of so many fevered dreams. The breaking point of lust and its power that can't be fully expressed in words. So he holds you close- just as you do him in your rest- for a little while longer, until light begins to filter soft through the curtains and the reality of what you'd both done really begins to set in.
thats it!! lemme know what you thought anddddd yea! asks are always open to shoot the shit, drabbles and more! <333
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surprise encounter đ€ sylus 秊
pairing: sylus x reader
summary: Youâve been playing love&deepspace ever since the game came out and it became your comfort place now. You like all of the boys, but you have the highest affinity with sylus, who had your heart in a grasp ever since the beginning. Who wouldâve thought that he shares the sentiment? And after your monthly absence from the game, he decides to pay you a little visit and finally confess to all of it (and maybe kind of try to kidnap you in the process too oho).
tropes: fluff, angst to fluff, fluff to angst to fluff? fluff to angst to fluff to angst to fluff???? idk angst with happy ending!
word count: no idea, it goes on for days sorry. (7k!!)
warning!: i apologize for any mistakes, i am not a native speaker of english!! if you see any errors you can write me a dm and i will correct them for sure ⥠and i think it gets better later! i canât write for shi, especially the beginnings, and the second part was fueled by my delulu so it is probably much more fun to read đ€
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You liked days like these: quiet days, lazy ones, when you didnât have any errands to run, meetings to attend, or people to please. You could just stay inside for the whole day, reading your favorite books and playing cozy games, spending your time however you wanted. Today was Saturday and you didnât have to go to work until Monday and you decided that you finally deserved to have some rest after the last couple of weeks of almost working yourself to the bone due to the amount of the assingments you had to complete at work. You often had to stay after hours or work from home to complete everything in time. Your work was not usually that challenging, but there were certain times of the year when everyone at your job had their hands full and when it happened, you were almost completely cut off not only from your social, but also personal life. However, you never complained, because you actually liked what you were doing, and even if the occasional hard times were inevitable, your work brought you so much fun and satisfaction.
And today was a good day! You finally finished everything you had to do, so you could go back to your favourite game. You didnât have time to play recently due to the amount of work, up to the point that you didnât even bother to check in to grab some stamina. Usually, love&deepspace was an important part of your day - you logged in there at least twice a day, completed every task thrown your way and had a blast doing so, but these couple of weeks were so hard for you that you almost forgot about it completely. But even if you were too busy, you thought about the boys from time to time, as well as about the events that you were probably missing out on. You really hoped that if some new events had taken place during that time, that they did not involve Sylus, because if you had missed them, you would be slightly devastated.
Sylus was your favorite. Ever since the beginning, there was something about him that caught your attention. You downloaded the game after his announcement and havenât looked back since. You played with other boys as well, but your time with Sylus was always the most memorable. Not only was he extremely attractive in your eyes, as well as the eyes of other players around the world, but you also understood his character, adored his little jokes and mannerisms, and could safely say that he made your life a little more exciting. You knew that it probably sounded lame to someone who didnât play such games, and you were aware that he wasnât real, but you enjoyed yourself regardless. In your real life, you had some experience with men and were pretty popular among them; however, you never felt comfortable enough to form more serious romantic relationships.
Here, with Sylus, you didnât have to worry about such things. You were aware that he was only a game character and maybe that was why you were so honest with him from the very beginning. You knew that he wouldnât judge you, misstreat you or make you miserable - he was created in a way that was supposed to make your playthrough enjoyable so you didnât have to worry about your responses in the messages for him or your real life reactions to everything he said or did. You could just be yourself. And you loved how freeing that felt.
That is why you felt so excited ever since you woke up. Because you knew that today you could finally go back to playing l&d, and you could meet up with your Sylus after so much time apart. You quickly did your chores, spent some time on self-care to slightly relieve the fatigue from the weeks before, you put on your favourite cozy outfit and finally clicked the âenter gameâ button.
And there he was. Sylus was standing in the cafe, wearing his extremally attractive biker outfit and you caught yourself sighing dreamily at the sight of him. You missed him so bad, you missed the little memories you shared and the sound of his voice. You missed playing kitty cards with him, catching plushies together and even looking for that bastard Tobias again and again. You couldnât help but smile brightly at him.
âHi Sylus, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.â You said cheerfully, feeling kind of dumb for it but you couldnât help yourself. You often talked out loud to him during your playtime.
You watched him blink slowly once, then twice, and you started to think that there was something wrong with the server because his response should have already been uttered. But then the look on his face changed. At first, he appeared really shocked and relieved, but then a little frown appeared between his perfect little eyebrows.
âWhere the hell have you been?â He responded quickly and it shocked you. You didnât know that they could swear in the game, but after connecting some dots you figured that it had to be included in the special responses after the player was away for some time.
âAt work mostly, been so busy lately but now Iâm back and ready to defeat some Wanderers!!â You fist bumped the air above you, you couldnât contain your excitement.
You also noticed that his expression stayed the same. He was silent, looking at you through your phone screen with bewilderment, and he looked almost hurt. In an attempt to provide some comfort to him, you swiped your finger gently through his hair and across his cheek. However, when you touched his cheek, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into your finger, which made you widen your eyes in surprise. Was that always a thing? Was he always so responsive to your touch? It had to be a new feature; you didnât remember him being so lively.
âNext time you decide to leave me without a word, I think Iâm going to take more drastic measures, sweetieâ He said while opening his eyes. You couldnât help but notice he did look different than usual. More⊠realistic? Even the way in which he moved his body looked so smooth.
âIf not for Mephisto, I would have worried sick about your safety. You can't do this to me every time you have more work than usual; you have to visit me, even if it's just for a minute. I won't exaggerate when I say that I almost went insane after the first week of your cruel silenceâ And at that you were completely stunned. Should he talk this much? He never talked this much. And how could he know that you had more work than usual? Was that a lucky guess on the studioâs side?
âThatâs so weirdâŠâ You whispered and touched his hand to trigger some kind of reaction that would appear more usual than what was happening right now.
âIs that your way of catching me of guard? If you wanted to hold my hand so badly kitten, then you would have visited me sooner. I will not let myself be distracted by your cute little behaviorâ He raised the hand you touched and crossed his arms at his chest, while continuing to frown. And you were still so, so confused.
âPromise me that you wonât leave me again, I know where to find you now.â You raised your eyebrows and bit your lip gently. You started to feel a little bit out of place, you knew that he was not real, but he sounded kind of scary. His voice was demanding, and the part about him finding you? You shivered involuntarily.
âWhat happened? Cat got your tongue, kitten? Or did you finally understood the selfishness of your actions?â Sylus continued and you opened your mouth in awe. âPromise. Me.â He said slowly, his gaze unnerving. Suddenly you heard a series of loud caws outside on your balcony. The sound made you jump in place, and you dropped your phone on your bed. Was that a freaking crow?? Outside your apartament???
You quickly picked up your phone and cursed softly. You were going insane. You got scared just because the game had an update you did not know about. You almost wanted to laugh at how stupid that was. Almost. Because Sylus walked up to the front of your phone screen and spoke to you again.
âWhy are you hesitating? Are you really planning to leave me again?â You swore you never heard him so hurt.
âNo!â You said before you could think.
âNo?â He answered immediately, which scared the hell out of you. âI am not sure I believe you. And I canât stand it. I canât stand being away from you anymore.â He took two steps back and closed his eyes.
That was when the game crashed. Your phone appeared to be broked too, after the colourful lines appeared on the screen, flickered a couple of times and the whole screen turned black. You threw the device away from you and your heart started beating so fast you could hear the blood pulsing in your ears. You were so confused and genuinely scared. Was there an update that switched the genre of the game to horror? You were stunned.
And then you heard the knock.
You almost jumped out of your slippers. You brought your hand to your heart in order to calm yourself down and you started taking slow, deep breaths. Itâs just a game. Itâs just a game. Besides, how did Sylus, of all people, managed to scare you so badly? You adored that character, and you should know that he was prone not only to exaggeration, but also to intimidating behavior. That was literally one of his characteristics. So you forced yourself to calm down and opened the damn door, because it was probably either a mailman, or one of your friendly neighbors, and here you were making a scene like some kind of a delusional psychopath.
One. Two. Three.
You opened the door, and at first all you could see was a huge cloud of black mist. You closed your eyes in order to keep the mist from clouding your vision and then you felt wind pushing you gently further into your apartament. You heard the door close and the sound of the key turning in the lock. Everything happened so fast. And when you opened your eyes your knees almost buckled.
Sylus.
Sylus was all you could see. He was standing in front of you, in your own apartament, looking so out of place that you wanted to laugh. The first thing that you noticed about him was that he was huge, you couldnât really see past him, and the more you looked at him, the more real he appeared to be. Soft-looking silver hair, rugged skin, that perfect nose and those piercing eyes. They looked into yours now, and at first they seemed to be searching for something, and after one quick second they visibly softened. You could also see how his handsome, oh so handsome mouth started to display his signature little smirk. And that was when you started to tremble.
âW-whaââ You tried to say something, anything but your mouth was not working. You have never been so confused and scared in your entire life. âWhoâW-who areââ He was starting to close the distance between you and that is when the panic finally took over your body. You flinched and went to take a step back, but you slipped on your soft carpet.
Yet you didnât fall. You felt the gentle caress of the mist that managed to caught you before you hit the ground, and it streightened your posture so that now you stood tall in front of the man.
âCareful kitten, I do not think that falling on four feet applies to you.â He spoke out loud for the first time and the voice was so familiar to you. It was the same, deep, husky timbre that you loved to hear, the same voice that made you squeal in happiness, that lulled you to sleep countless of times. You couldnât believe it.
âOh my god, am I dead?â He laughed softly at your reaction and looked at you through his lashes. âThis canât be happening.â
âOh but it is. I knew that I would find my way to you, I just needed time.â He said and tried to close the distance between you, but you didnât let him. Every step forward he took, you took one back. âIt was so hard to find you. But after you disappeared without saying a word I think I got desperate.â Something flashed in his eyes. You recognized it as determination.
He stopped walking when he noticed that you were getting too close to the balcony. He straightened his posture, and you almost released a gasp. He was huge. And he was real. Alive and so, so real, that you had trouble breathing. You were so scared, but at the same time, so happy to see him, that your body didnât know how it should react. You just looked at him, taking him in, trying to assess whether it wasnât your mind playing tricks on you, or if it wasnât some random man breaking into your apartment and your brain had created a new, fantastic defense mechanism. But no, the longer you took him in, the more similarities you managed to notice: the scar in the corner of his eye, his unevenly clipped fingernails, strong but dry hands, olive skin, slim lips, long, slightly furrowed eyebrows. The not-so-hidden gentleness in his gaze as he was taking you in himself.
âItâs really you.â You managed to breathe out.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He answered and his voice was slowly starting to make you feel these familiar butterflies. âSo, so magnificent.â He continued. You felt your cheeks heat up and he seemed to drink that reaction in. âWill you talk to me more? You sound angelic. I did not think that you could sound even better than you did through the phone but I guess you will never fail to surprise me, sweetheart.â He did not move an inch. He just looked at you, and you still didnât know how to react, but you were slowly coming to terms with the fact that it was not a weird dream. He was here and he didnât appear to have bad intentions. At least you wanted to believe that.
âYouâre still trembling. Are you really that scared of me?â He pressed his lips into a line.
âIâm sorry. I just⊠Iâm just not sure what is happening. I had no idea you were⊠real.â He laughed softly at that.
âYou wound me, kitten. Is that your way of unleashing your little claws?â He continued with a small smile on his lips and you couldnât take it. He looked⊠stressed. And you thought that was new for him. You spend so many hours playing with him in l&d but you have never seen him so stressed.
Everything that came out of his mouth was slow and precise, not a word was spoken without a purpose. However you could see by his appearance that he was uncertain.
âOf course Iâm real. And all the time we spent together is real too. Was it so wrong of me to expect that you would be at least a little bit happier to see me?â He was starting to look hurt. But not angry, not displeased. More concerned than anything, and that was when most of your worries started to disappear. He was your Sylus. He really was.
âI am happy to see you. I really am.â You said truthfully, the fear slowly dissolving. âWhat are you doing here? How did it happen?â
âWhen you left me, I was worried to death. I had to come see that you were alright for myself.â He said, not taking his eyes off of you. âI found a path between our worlds, and first I sent Mephisto after you. And that was how I knew you were fine, just busy.â He started explaining slowly and put two fingers at the bridge of his nose. This gesture was so familiar that you felt a slight pang in your chest. âWhich l understand. But you stopped visiting completely and I panicked that I lost you. And that you lost your interest in me. And when you logged in today I guess I just lost control over myself.â
âI had to see you. I had to feel you. I needed to know that you will never leave me like that again. But how could I be so sure if you thought I was not real, sweetie?â His voice carried a hint of a ridicule. He smirked slowly and you allowed yourself to relax. You spend so much time with him on your phone, that you knew when he really needed reassurance. And it was the first time you saw him being so honest about his own feelings.
You decided to step closer to him and his eyes widened slightly. His body tightened because of the sudden change in proximity, and when you gently touched his hand bringing it to your mouth, he appeared to be rendered speechless.
âI would never leave you, Sy. At least not without saying goodbye first. You are my safe space, remember?â You said quietly and smiled at him brightly, reminding him of what you had written in your game bio. And then you brought his knuckles to your lips and placed a soft kiss upon them. His hands were much warmer than you expected them to be. They felt harsh, but gentle.
The next thing you heard was a soft grunt and you felt yourself being suddenly lifted in the air. You yelped and found yourself pressed against his big, solid chest. Sylus hugged your body to his by wrapping both of his arms around your torso, and when he realized that you werenât comfortable, he put one hand under your thighs and brought your body to his by your waist. You let your arms wrap around his neck and squeezed, and he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale your scent and his breath became rigged, as if he could not contain his excitement. You also became familiar with his scent. He smelled so manly and comforting, you could catch some notes of wood and leather, and something surprisingly sweet.
âYou smell divine. Youâre so soft, so warm.â He breathed against your neck and you felt goosebumps spreading throughout your whole body. You were so embarrassed, you felt like you needed to release some tension.
âI did not expect you to be so open with me. Youâre usually the teasing type.â He chucked deeply and put his forehead against yours, while closing his eyes. Your cheeks burned. You couldnât believe it wasnât a dream.
âThere will be a time for teasing you, kitten.â He rubbed his forehead against yours slowly. âRight now let me enjoy you for a bit. I canât believe I finally got to see you.â He squeezed you harder to him. You reciprocated the hug with all you had. You were actually kind of scared that your grip was too hard, but he seemed to bask in it. âCommunicating through that small device was not nearly enough for me. I could always see you and I heard your little responses to everything I was saying. But it took me some time to figure out how to change some things up.â Your eyes went wide at the mention of your reactions, you knew that a lot of times there were beyond embarrassing, but you decided your blush to speak for itself. But what truly caught your attention was how he managed to appear in your home.
âChange things up?? You must have made such a mess, will it really be okay?â The concern in your voice made him look up and find your eyes with his. You were now looking at his beautiful red ones, so full of adoration and determination. You could see that the consequences of his actions did not matter to him at all.
âSweetie, I would gladly burn the world down for you, even if it meant that I could see you just once.â You swallowed audibly and proceeded to shy away from his piercing gaze. You started to feel unworthy of such attention, you couldnât quite grasp what exactly made him care about you to such extend. âFortunately for everyone, the process did not involve starting an intergalactic war.â He smirked slowly, his eyes finding your lips and staying there for much longer than necessary. âYet.â
You chuckled at that and proceeded to bury your fingers in his hair, stroking the strands with care. They were so soft to the touch, they reminded you of silk. He closed his eyes and let you touch him to your heartâs content. Your hand quickly found its way to his forehead, and then to his cheek, stroking the skin delicately. You couldnât believe how someone so handsome could really exist.
âSee something you like, kitten?â He said and nuzzled into your palm, pressing a kiss right there. âYou will have all the time in the world to touch me when we arrive in the N109 Zone.â He seemed so peaceful, so content with himself, but the mention of the N109 Zone stopped you in your tracks. You tensed visibly and he opened his eyes, noticing the change in your posture.
âThe N109 Zone?â You asked puzzled. âAre you taking me away for a weekend?â You took your hand from his face and he used his Evol to bring it back to his cheek. The mist around your fingers felt weird, but not unpleasant.
âFor a weekend? No, no.â He locked his eyes with yours, his head slowly closing the distance between you. He licked his lips and looked at your mouth once again. âI am taking you away forever.â And before his lips managed to touch yours, you flinched. Your hands quickly pushed him away and the panic returned to your features.
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âI meant what I said. Pack your bags if you believe there is something that I cannot provide for you quickly enough, and we will be off shortly.â He said matter of factly, kind of annoyed by the distance you decided to put between you. âLuke and Kieran have already prepared a room for you, although I think that you will have more than enough space for your belongings in mine.â His eyes brightened with excitement that you unfortunately could not share. Instead, you lightly pushed his torso, making him lower you to the ground grudgingly. His brows were once again furrowed.
âI canât go with you Sylus. At least, not for foreverâ
âYou can. We can stay together for the rest of our lives and no one would have any objections. I took care of everything.â He reached to grab your forearm and stroked it softly with his thumb. He was so sure of everything he was saying that you could feel how much he let himself get lost in his fantasy. It did make you feel wanted, loved even. But no matter how happy you were that he was real, and apparently shared your feelings, you couldnât agree to his plan.
âNo, Sylus. I need to stay here, I have built my whole life in this place.â You could feel how much your words shocked him. He was looking at you so puzzled as if he didnât think that you declining his offer was even an option. âI canât leave everything that I managed to achieve, I really am content with my life, despite how complicated it can be.â You said truthfully. A part of you wanted to go with him, to feel safe and cherished for, for the rest of your life but you knew that was not realistic. You wanted to achieve more, you wanted to have your own life and your own space. You needed to be independent, to feel that you were perfectly capable of caring for yourself and your own needs.
âI do not understand. Donât you want to be with me?â It pained you how quickly he jumped to that conclusion. And you hated the look on his face - it made you feel like you were betraying him.
âI do want to! Oh my godâ I really, really do want to Sylus. I donât think that I can live without spending time with you anymore.â You smiled at him, and took hold of his huge, rugged hand. âBut I canât live with you in the N109 Zone. I canât leave my whole life behind.â And the fact that he wanted to make you do that somewhat scared you. Made you feel distressed.
âI see.â He sounded deep in thought. Then, he broke the eye contact for a second, looked at his hand in your hold and before you could even react, he grabbed your body gently with his Evol and picked you up. Your whole body was above ground and although you felt secured, you looked at him with surprise.
âWhat are you doing?â You wanted to get free from the hold of the mist, but it was impossible with how tight it was. âSylus, you have to let me go.â You tried not to panic, you knew that you werenât in danger. But he looked relentless, unforgiving as if his mind was already set in stone.
âNo. I canât. Not now when I finally got to have you.â He looked up at you, with his eyebrows still furrowed, and you could hear a hint of a growl in his voice. âIf you do not wish to go with me, I guess I would have to take you by force.â
It was then that you felt a sense of panic. You knew him, and you knew that if he wants something, he always gets it. It just did not cross your mind that he would ever go against your own wishes.
âNo. No, no, no, Sylus, please calm down.â He narrowed his eyes and stood motionless before you, his face devoid of almost any emotion. Almost, if not for the desperation shining through his watchful eyes. âYou cannot take me away. At least not for now. But I will do anything you ask me to! You can also stay here for some time, and visit me whenever you want to, I swear, I would be so happy to have you.â You just needed him to listen. You knew that you could change his mind, he always listened to what you had to say, he just needed a little bit of persuasion. Maybe he didnât even think about alternative options?
âAnd I would make you happy in the N109 Zone with me.â You laughed with disbelief. He was completely missing your point. You decided to once again yank your hands from the grasp of his mist, and then hissed with pain when it did not loosen up its hold. âYour struggle is futile, please stop, I do not wish for you to get hurt.â He was annoyed with you and your disobedience. He did not think that you would have any objections, he started loosing his cool.
âYou would never let me get hurt.â You answered, wanting to assure yourself of it as well. You didnât like how commanding he sounded.
âYes.â There was no doubt in his voice. âYes, you know I would stop at nothing to protect you.â His gaze never wavered from yours. He truly thought that what he was doing was for the best. And you just had to let him know how wrong his approach was.
âYes! Yes I do know that! Because I know you, Sy.â You started to sound as if you were pleading. Deep down it scared you, send uncomfortable shivers down your spine. âI know you, and I know that you also know me.â
He placed his hand on his heart.
âAnd I adore every single piece of information. And I still wish to know you much, much better.â You tensed when you noticed that his right eye was starting to glow. You did not know if that was intentional, or just a trick of the light.
âThen you MUST know how much this life means to me. How much I like my stupid job, and how much I love the people that are here for me. My friends, my family.â You noticed that your reasoning started to get to him when he clenched his fists and avoided your eyes for a second. âAnd you have to know how much it would hurt me if you were to take me away from them.â He appeared taken aback. It seemed that his longing for you clouded his judgement, and now he started to notice the faults in his plan.
âBut I cannot stand to be apart from you anymore, sweetie.â In normal circumstances that would be so touching to you. But nothing about this situation was normal, and you guessed you just had to show him how normal looked like.
âYou wonât be. You can visit me anytime you want. Stay for how long you want.â You wanted that too. So bad.
âBut that is not ENOUGH.â It was the first time you heard his raised voice and you started to tremble. His outburst mustâve thrown him off guard too, because he wavered and the grip he had on you loosed. You acted instinctively. You freed yourself from the mist and started to run towards your door. And although he was stunned by your reaction, he quickly teleported so that you ran straight into his chest. His hands grabbed yours in order to protect you from falling due to the impact.
He gently caressed your now slightly red forehead and sighed loudly. You could hear that he was hurt. You cried out from frustration.
âIf you really thought that you could run away from me then you must be a total fool.â He tucked your hair behind your ear and lifted your chin up with his finger. âUsually I like playing cat and mouse with you, but I do not like the fact that you appear genuinely scared of me right now.â He hugged your waist and brought you closer to him, lowering his head at the same time. âAnd that you tried to run away from me when I only want to offer you my protection.â
âIt doesnât sound like protection, it sounds like imprisonment.â You used strong words, but you sounded so small. You did not know what to do with him, you were so scared. âIâm just scared. I tried to run away because you scared me, Sylus.â You sounded desperate for him to understand you. To look past his own clouded vision.
âYou do not have to fear me. I just want what is best for you. For us.â His grip on your waist tightened, and he also proceeded to grab your wrist.
âNo. You only want what is best for you. You are not listening to me. I do care about you Sylus, but I cannot leave this place.â You tried to stand your ground but you two never argued before. It was an unfamiliar ground to you, especially when it was the first time that you had a conversation in person. Everything felt more intense and dangerous when you remembered the extreme measures he was always willing to take to achieve his goals.
âYou can. And I will make you leave.â He almost growled and a cloud of black and red mist surrounded both of you, and that was enough to bring tears into your eyes.
âSylus, no, please, I donât want to. Please, just listen to me, please.â And it was at that moment he started to came into his senses. Your quiet voice and your eyes full of tears made his breathing stop. It was the first time he was seeing you react like this. He hated how broken you sounded. How small. âIâm so scared, Sy, please stop scaring me.â Your voice sounded choked and you could feel that the tears started streaming down your face. Every single one physically hurt him. It was your first meeting and he already made you so miserable. He wanted to scream. âPlease.â You tried once again and it shocked you that it finally worked on him.
He tensed and released you from his grip. The mist also dissipated as he took a step back from you. You could hear him breathing deeply.
âI cannot do this." He sounded panicked. âI did not want to scare you, and I cannot listen to your little broken pleas. They break my heart.â He hidden his face in his hands and curled in himself. He felt as if someone pierced his heart with a knife and twisted it. He could not bring himself to look at your beautiful heartbroken face again. âThey really do. Please, just stop crying. You won.â
You sniffed softly and touched your wet cheeks. You tried to calm yourself down, he finally listened to you.
âIt does not feel so good this time for some reason.â You answered, referring to your Kitty Card battles. You wanted to relieve the tension somehow. You knew that he didnât want to hurt you, you understand that he lives in a different reality where danger awaits everywhere. You could understand why he wanted to have you beside him at all times. But it scared you how insistent he was, how brutal and final. âDo you really understand why I got so scared?â
He nodded helplessly. âI wonât steal you away. Not when I know how much you despise the idea of spending the rest of your time with me.â You noticed how hard he was pressing his hands to his face and you grabbed them in your own. He let you uncover his eyes and you saw how much it hurt him to let you go.
âOh, Sy.â You whispered and hugged his hands to your chest. âYou know thatâs not the reason.â
âStop calling me that. It drives me crazy.â He breathed and met your eyes. âYou drive me crazy. What am I going to do with you? How can I make sure you are safe now?â You took his hands and made him follow you into your bedroom. You sat on your bed and urged him to do the same. This way you could finally talk with him more comfortably.
âSylus, we have to talk about it.â You squeezed his hands and he looked at yours and took notice of how much smaller they were in comparison to his. So fragile, so breakable. He couldnât stand it. His whole body longed to protect you. âI do not despise the idea of spending my time with you. I just canât randomly leave everything I know and love. And this world is different from the one you know, we have our dangers but no one wants my head.â You explained to him slowly. âThere are no Wanderers. No protocores.â He looked conflicted.
âI already know that sweetheart. I do. But when you disappeared for such a long time I couldnât help but think that something bad happened to youâ he gritted through his teeth. âI nearly lost my mind looking for you everywhere. It was terrifying, that thought in my mind and the idea that I would never have another chance to speak with you. To see you.â He touched your forearms and brought you a little closer to him. âAnd when Mephisto found you safe and sound I thought that I never want to feel that fear, that helplessness again. And the only way to do that is to keep you beside me at all times. To guard you with my own body and soul.â He took your hand and rested it on his chest. You could feel the fast and steady rhythm of his heart. You could feel his desperation, his complete devotion. And it almost made you tear up.
âI-Iâm so sorry that I made you worry this much.â He studied your face with intention and you shake your head. âBut I didnât even know that you were real. I really thought it was just a game that made me feel less alone and nowâŠâ You swallowed audibly. âNow I know that everything I built with you during our time together was very much real and Iâm still having trouble to wrap my head around it to be honest.â You smiled at him softly and he nodded with understanding.
âAnd then you came in and wanted to kidnap me to a world much more dangerous than mine where I do not have my close ones andââ
âI did NOT mean for that to be a kidnapping I though that you shared my sentiment, and also wanted to spend some timeââ
âSOME time?? Sylus you wanted me to switch literal worlds and live with you in your freaking villa in the middle of nowhereââ
âI live in an apartment that has a fantastic location, mind you, and you would feel so comfortable inââ
âApartament??? You cannot possibly be a freaking leader of Onychinus and live in an apartment complex, are you being serious with me right now??â
âHave you ever heard of a saying that the darkest place is under the candlestick, kitten? Besides there is no one in the whole N109 Zone that would pose an actual threat to meââ He cut off when he met your eyes full of laughter, and then he heard that beautiful sound. You burst into giggles right in front of him and you touched him by the bicep and brought his forehead to yours. He couldnât help but chuckle too, understanding the absurdity of the situation. Feeling your forehead against his, hearing your adorable chuckles and inhaling your sweet scent made him feel so at peace that he closed his eyes to embrace the moment completely. He couldnât believe that he almost ruined your relationship by being so selfish.
âI missed this. This back and forth with youâ You said and he chucked deeply. âI really am happy to see you, Sy. And I swear that we will be able to talk and spent time with each other more often now. And actually see each other in person.â He nuzzled into your face more and you caught his smirk by the corner of your eye. âWe can stay in touch at all times, so that you wonât have to worry about my safety so much.â
âSo bossy, kitten.â He answered, but the small smile did not leave his face. He couldnât make it go away even if he tried. âForgive me for scaring you earlier. I was not thinking straight. I was just so elated to finally have you in my arms that I let my selfishness get the best of me, and for that Iâm sorry. I did not want to ruin our first meeting, sweetie.â You hugged him by bringing your arms around his chest and he closed his eyes drinking in the proximity. You were too small, too adorable, too attractive for him to take it. Too honest. Too lovable. Made just for him to adore. To protect.
âYou did not ruin anything.â You said into his shirt, hugging him tighter. âI understand you, Sylus. And I like you a little selfish if it means thatâs what brought you to meâ He smiled into your hair and reluctantly let go of your fragile frame. He touched your chin and delicately lifted your face up to face him. His eyes were once again drinking you in, committing every single one of your features to his memory. He sighed contentedly.
âSelfishness was not the reason of my visit.â You could see how his eyes softened and you felt your chest squeeze. You brushed his cheek, loving the way how he seemed to relish in your touch. His eyes wandered to your lips: pink, plump and so inviting. âAdoration was. The complete love and devotion that I have felt for you for quite some time now.â You gasped quietly and opened your lips slightly, which didnât go unnoticed by him.
âSyââ
âAnd I guess a little emotional push was what made me finally find my way to you, my beloved.â He half-whispered, leaned in, and pressed his lips to yours, locking you in a sweet, passionate kiss that went on and on, seeming to deepen with every minute you spent in his embrace.
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LOADS OF FUN : TODOROKI x READER
SUMMARY: After moving into your first apartment together, Shouto seems more amorous than ever. You're not sure whyâbut when he comes home to you doing a load of laundry, more than your clothes are about to get tumbled. TAGS/WARNINGS: nsft (18+ only, minors please dni!), pro hero au, gn + afab reader, established relationship, fluff, emotional sex, table sex, cunnilingus, the shouto domesticity kink agenda goes absolutely crazy in this one lol (2.8k) NOTES: This piece is part of my pretty boy summer Shouto x Reader collab! Please go check out the other incredible fics people have written over the course of the summer; you will absolutely die over how good they are. This fic was also made possible through donations to the Fics for Gaza project. I cannot thank everyone who donated to one of the charities enough, as well as those who organized, reblogged, discussed, and got the word out. Lastly, I am so grateful for your immeasurable patience with me as I take time between fics to manage my workload, I hope I'm not too out of practice here lol. In summary: thank you, thank you, a million times thank you.
The sound of the door opening was hidden in the thump and glug of the washing machine starting its spin cycle.
Halfway across the house, you were obliviousâyou had the clean laundry spread out on the kitchen table, hunting through the pile trying to match one of Shoutoâs socks to another that seemed to have vanished into that mysterious void which opens somewhere between the laundry basket and the dryer. One of his shirts was half-folded over your shoulder, abandoned in favor of the sock search.
The rest of your things were still mostly tangled together on the table, warm and fresh and cottony, the few shirts youâd already folded sagging off the kitchen chairs.
It still gave you a little thrillâeven several weeks after youâd moved in togetherâto see Shoutoâs things twined up with yoursâhis enormous socks dwarfing yours, your sweaters clinging to the occasional piece of his hero suit that hadnât seen enough action to need his agencyâs industrial cleaners.
It all added to your sense of satisfaction with your afternoonâa frosty weekend day youâd spent cozy indoors, moving slowly and leisurely through some chores. A pot of soup simmered on the stove, and your favorite playlist worked itself through in lazy loops. Shouto was due off his rotation soon, and you hummed contentedly to yourself, entertaining pleased little fantasies of curling up with him for the rest of the weekend.
Which of course is when something moved in the corner of your eye. Your hum sawed up into a strangled screech, and you whipped around, flailing. Shoutoâs sock launched itself full force at the intruder before you even registered youâd thrown it. In your shock, your leg caught against the table and you went stumblingâ
âright into a pair of warm hands that caught you about the waist.
Your hands were on the manâs shoulders to push him off before you realized you recognized the touchâand that youâd caught sight of a distinct mop of scarlet and white hair as youâd whipped around.
âShouto! Again?â you scolded reflexively, even as your heartbeat stuttered out of its wild kick into high gear. You tipped your head back to stare your boyfriend in the face, shoulders slumping in relief, letting him take some of your weight.
Shouto peered down at you, that tiny scrunch between his brows that indicated concern. âAre you alright, love?â
Your heartbeat pounded thunderously in your chest. âIâmâfine. But my god we need to get you a bell. I almost peed.â
Shoutoâs mouth shifted minutely into something that might not have registered in anyone elseâs face but was most definitely a regretful downturn on his. He looked even more unfairly beautiful than when heâd left you this morningâa little flushed and windswept from the unseasonable cold, that full mouth pink and pretty.
Your mind flicked momentarily off and back on like a circuit breaker, the way it always did when you had to process Shouto.
Youâd understood he was once-in-a-generation levels of beautiful before youâd even met him, his face staring up at you from the glossy pages of various tabloids over the years. But in person, even after years of knowing him and several more dating him, Shoutoâs appearance still managed to cross all the wires in a personâs brain. His features were an incomprehensible blend of aloof and elegant, sensual and warmâlike a cold masterpiece of a marble sculpture had suddenly found himself with a consciousness and human desires and miles of warm skin.
âI did not mean to startle you,â he said, his voice low and warm. He sounded sincerely regretful.
You knew he hadnât meant toâyouâd long suspected his silent tread was habitually ingrained in him from years of hero work. And, in your most private and ungenerous thoughts, you suspected from years of making himself unobtrusive in his fatherâs home. The thought sat sour in your mouth, like a slice of pickled lemon.
You resisted making an equally sour face, shoving the thought away to make space for the reflexive flush of pleasure seeing Shouto always brought you.
âWelcome home, Sho,â you said instead, smiling up at him. Shoutoâs hands moved on your waist, sliding gently beneath the hem of your tee-shirt to rest on the skin there.
He was still in his hero uniform, and as usual you felt a little goofy in comparison, in nothing but a tee and a well-loved pair of fraying sweatpants, which were this afternoon decorated with little flecks of soup from a brush with the pot.
But Shoutoâs eyes were warm where they rested on you, and that perfect mouth crept back into a contented set. His long fingers smoothed over your skin as he watched you, thumb brushing your hip. He did not look like he found you at all goofy.
In fact, as his eyes dropped down to your ankles, slowly dragging back up to your face, you rather thought he looked a little appreciative. He even took a rather ungentlemanly step back, still holding you, to better take in the whole picture. His eyes wandered over the swell of your hip, the lines of the shirt against your chest, before darting to his own shirt, still folded over your shoulder.
His fingers flexed tellingly on your waist, and those heterochromatic eyes were both a little bit darker as they flicked back to yours.
His obvious regard made you feel warm. You shifted on your feet, shuffling.
âI was justâdoing laundry,â you said for something to say, your mouth feeling kind of dry. Something about him always made you feel sort of shy and light-headed, even after all this time together. âAnd I made soup. I was thinking we could eat on the couch and watch one of those horrendous old All Might films?â
Shoutoâs eyes darted to the stove, then beside you to the pile of your laundry, lingering for a long minute. His long lashes dipped, almost fluttering as his gaze traced over the tangle of your things together. His eyes flicked back to you. He was still for just a moment, watching you assessingly.
And then all of a sudden the world spun in front of your eyes. The hands at your waist lifted you clean off your feet, and you let out a startled âoof!â as you found yourself laid out in the pile of laundry on the table, sheets and sweaters bunching beneath you.
Shouto moved over you, stepping between your spread thighs, right at the edge of the table.
âYou have no idea,â he intoned in a deep, delicious tone that went right down your spine, âwhat it is to come home to you like this.â
You wondered at that, feeling a strange combination of confusion and flattery, when Shoutoâs mouth descended onto yours. His mouth was soft and sweet and insistent and absolutely perfect. The table groaned as he laid some of his weight out over you, pinning you into the laundry as he kissed you.
Your fingers clutched at him immediately, curling in his silky-soft hair, cupping his face to yours. One of Shoutoâs own hands shifted to your thigh, holding you against him as he pressed himself harder into you.
You heard yourself making little gasps of appreciation as Shoutoâs mouth moved down to your neck, laving hot kisses down your throat. You reveled in the feeling of him over you, broad and strong, his shoulders blocking the glow of the overhead light, casting shadows over you.
Heâd been a lot like this lately, ever since youâd moved in together. Heâd been adequately amorous before, of course, and blessed with a pro heroâs strength and unflagging stamina. But a few weeks after youâd moved in together youâd actually decided you needed to reactivate your gym membership given the amount of incredibly athletic sex you were suddenly having over almost every surface in the house.
One of the only spots yet to be touched was the table though, which Shouto seemed determined to rectify at this very moment.
He pulled back from you, his mouth flush from your kisses, looking a little entranced as he stepped out from between your thighs. You made a little noise at the loss of weight and heat over you, but Shouto caught the fabric of your sweatpants, gently but determinedly tugging them off of you. Your underwear was tossed right over one broad shoulder as Shouto went to his knees, and then his mouth was right back on you.
A wave of wild heat licked up your stomach at the noise of appreciation he made before sealing his mouth over you, strong fingers clutching your thighs to keep them apart.
âOh my god!â you said, pleasure zinging right up your spine with the first lave of his tongue over you. âShouto!â
Shouto let out a deep, pleased hum, two long fingers sinking into you embarrassingly easily as he worked your clit with his mouth. Your back arched and you could feel your clothing shift with you, Shoutoâs shirt balling up under your shoulder blade, still half-draped over your shoulder.
âOh, oh!â you heard yourself saying as your fingers twisted in the clothing, shuddering with every lick and suck of Shoutoâs perfect, amazing, talented mouth.
He worked you with the expertise of long, dedicated practiceâeverything about him calculated to drive you insane. One moment he was excruciatingly soft, mouth slack and the touch of his tongue as fleeting and light as the brush of a butterflyâs wing. Then the next he was sucking relentlessly, teasing firmly with the tip of his tongue as his fingers played with you.
Your first climax hit you mortifyingly quickly, and Shouto seemed to know it before you did. His grip tightened on you, holding you down as you bucked against his mouth. Shouto looked more than a little smug as he got to his feet again, unbelting himself and laying back out over you.
He kissed you some more, the taste of yourself always a sort of shock to your system. But Shouto never seemed to mind, and if anything only seemed hungrier for you, mouth pulling at yours like he meant to devour you.
You felt the touch of his hand between your thighs as he lined himself up, then sank into you easily, groaning appreciatively like heâd just sunk into a hot bath. He bit carefully at your neck, one large hand pressing your stomach down to keep you pinned against the edge of the table where he wanted you.
âI always want to come home to you like this,â he intoned into the skin of your neck, his mouth sucking dizzying patterns into your skin. âAlways.â
You could barely think past the slide of him inside you, thick and full and blissfully exquisite. He really was the most perfect man on earth, and he always felt like it too.
You barely managed to blink your eyes open to watch him, trying to catch his meaning in his face. Shouto watched you back, those blue and grey pinned on you like he couldnât bear to look away from you as he moved inside you.
âYouââ you panted out, trying to cling to the thoughts threatening to wiggle out of your grip. âWhat do youâ? Of course youâll always come home to me.â
Shouto bucked into you harder, the slap of his hip against the bottom of your thigh echoing loudly over the burble of soup on the stove. His eyelashes fluttered, mouth softening, and a realization struck you almost dizzy.
Oh, he really liked that.
You suppressed a wave of giddiness, charmed and helplessly pleased that he seemed to like the idea so much. Was that why heâd been so especially ardent this past month? Was it really because youâd moved in together?
Shoutoâs arm hooked under one of your legs, drawing it up firmly over his shoulder so he could press even further inside of you. He looked so good like that that you nearly lost the thread of your thoughts, especially when his next thrust felt like that. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head.
âAh!â escaped you. âFuck, Shouto. Like that, please!â
Shoutoâs thumb pressed down on your still-sensitive clit and he had to dig the fingers of his other hand into the flesh of your leg to keep you from bucking him right out of you with the way you squirmed. Sweet fucking gods he was unreal.
Shouto fucked you harder, the sound of your skin slapping together obscene in the quiet of the kitchen.
You tried again, struggling to watch his reaction with the way you wanted to throw your head back and babble nonsense instead.
âYouâll always come home to me,â you repeated, gratified when Shoutoâs grip on you tightened, a soft sound escaping him. âYou want me right here for you?â
âAhâyes, love,â Shouto panted, staring down at you again. He looked like he knew what you were doing but didnât care. âYes,â he hissed.
âJust like this?â you prompted, trying not to slur the edges of your speech when he gave another particularly mind-bending thrust of his hips. His chest rose and fell heavily and he looked a little wild-eyed, gazing down at you.
âLike this, for me,â he said. âIn my home, in our homeââ
You could hear the table squeal and groan with the force of his next thrust, and then you had to grip the sides of it to steady yourself as he fucked you, looking blissful. Your nails scrabbled at the edges of the table, caught in between a million sensationsâthe glorious fullness of Shouto inside you, the gentle grind of his thumb against your clit, the way he looked all flushed and beautiful and panting and wantingâ
You squeezed your eyes shut, too overcome with the sight of him to look at him anymore, but it was no use. Your entire body trembled as you came, and Shouto let out a low swear at the way you clenched up around him, hunching over you and pressing himself so impossibly hard against you as he came too.
He slumped down against you, weighing you into the soft-smelling cotton of the laundry you were now definitely going to have to rewash. You could feel his chest rise and fall as he panted, his breath tickling the skin under your ear. He left an unbearably soft, sweet kiss just under the lobe, at odds with the near-wild way heâd just been fucking you.
You warmed, petting through his hair with a helpless affection.
âWell now I know what time I should always do our laundry,â you said.
Shouto huffed into your neck, but you could feel a tiny smile curve his mouth.
âIt is not just that,â he said, but did not elaborate for some minutes until you elbowed him gently. He peeled himself off of you just enough to look down into your face. âIt is the thought of our life together. Our clothes piled together. You in the home we chose and we madeâŠâ he said, trailing off.
But you thought you got the sentiment. It was about how easy it was, how uncomplicated. A safe place to come home to, no expectations, just soup and a pile of sweet-smelling laundry and someone happy to see you. It was something far away from what he'd grown up thinking a home was, possibly something heâd thought heâd never haveâsomething you were determined to make him realize now that he always would.
You let your fingers pull through his hair again, smiling up at him. âI am going to have to do our laundry again, though,â you teased. âIn case that interests you.â
And despite what heâd just said, Shouto did in fact look a little too interested. You watched his mismatched gaze trail over to the closet that opened onto the washer and dryer. A contemplative look snuck across his handsome face, carefully curling the corner of that plush mouth.
âThere is another place we have not yet broken in,â he said slowly, voice dipping low. He looked down at you with an earnest expression completely in contrast to what he was suggesting.
You couldnât help but laugh, and that was all the permission he needed to pull you up, gathering you up in his arms and layering a fat handful of laundry on top of you. His belt buckle rattled loosely beneath you where he'd barely done it up in his haste, and you laughed harder when he turned off the stove as you passed it.
Though it turned out to be a needed precautionâas neither of you found yourselves free to sit down to dinner for several hours yet.
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omg i'm SO obsessed with roommate james like you don't understanddddd đđ i've been loving the shy reader fics so far i'm so excited to see more of them!! i don't know if this would make sense w/ shy reader so honestly just write it however you want but i would loooove to see something w/ roommate james where he has friends over but is always like talking about her and checking on her and everything and his friends are just teasing him about it hahaha i think it would be so fun!! anyway tysm and i hope you have a good day!!!
Hi sweetheart! I had this scene already written but I did implement a couple of the things you requested, hope you like it <3
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Somehow, youâve wound up basically in Jamesâ armpit.Â
âFalsehoods!â James is laughing, nearly shouting, but you get the sense one needs to yell a bit to communicate in this friend group. Everyone except Lily and Remus, that is, for whom the others seem to quiet reflexively every time they start to speak. âLies and falsehoods! If I recall, I wasnât the one who left a pot in the sink for so long it grew mold.âÂ
âIt wasnât my pot!â Sirius defends himself, propping himself up on Remus' shoulder to make his point. Heâs somehow managed to recline on the arm of your couch, his boyfriendâs arm wrapped cautiously around his waist to keep him from slipping off. âYou cooked pasta in it and then forgot!âÂ
âY/n,â says Lily, sitting across her girlfriendâs lap, âblink twice if you need help.âÂ
Mary laughs, hooking her hands under Lilyâs knees to pull her closer and then intertwining their fingers. This is another thing youâve noticed about Jamesâ friends: they have a tendency to pile. Not even necessarily with their respective significant others and seemingly regardless of the seating available; last time you came home Sirius was half across Jamesâ lap and Lily and Remus were sitting together on the rug as if the rest of the couch wasnât empty.Â
You laugh too, self-consciousness making you slip further down Jamesâ side when the others look your way. So, itâs possible you have some idea of how you came to be basically in his armpit.Â
James grins down at you. âDonât listen to them,â he stage-whispers. âWe both know what a good roommate I can be, under the right management.âÂ
Your answering smile comes far too easily. You like seeing James like this. You donât think heâs ever not himself, but as soon as Sirius got here itâs like he dialed up to eleven. And he obviously loves his friends, entertaining them, making them laugh. You can see why, too. Theyâre an easy bunch to talk to.Â
It probably helps that James has been practically tipping ciders down your throat (he hasnât; heâs offered them to you, and youâve gulped them down like the nervous freak you are), but youâre actually having a good time. You felt a bit indebted after heâd bought you a pizza last week and youâd still chickened out of coming downstairs, but now youâre glad youâre here.Â
Your body feels loose and liquidy, and your shoulder is just starting to hurt from the position youâre in (which makes you wonder how long Jamesâ ribs have been hurting from your shoulder digging into them) when he looks down at you again. He seems amused.Â
âYou comfy down there?â he asks.Â
âMeh.â Itâs an honest answer.Â
âHere.â He brings his arm to your shoulder, propping you up and then scooching closer to you on the couch. Now youâre not in his armpit so much as under his arm, which drops from where itâs draped across the back of the couch to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. âBetter?âÂ
âYeah.â Even the social lubricant of alcohol canât keep the nervous edge from your voice. âThanks.âÂ
âCourse, love.â He gives your shoulder another little squeeze, beaming as he focuses back on the conversation.Â
Your chest hurts, a gratifying ache.Â
You manage to down another cider before his friends start saying their goodbyes, Sirius and Remus each whipping out a cigarette as soon as theyâre outside while Lily and Mary fake cough and James heckles them lovingly from the doorway.Â
When he shuts the door heâs still smiling, so obviously content you canât help but feel a crush of affection for him.Â
âThanks for inviting me,â you say, grabbing a rag to clean up where Mary had accidentally spilled a bit of her drink.Â
âOf course, I told you youâre alwaysâwhat are you doing?âÂ
He sounds so affronted you actually think youâve done something wrong. You look up from where youâre mopping up the spill, confused.Â
âIâm cleaning everything from tonight,â he says, still looking outraged.Â
You smile in relief when you realize itâs feigned. âDonât be stupid. I was participating tonight, too.â
âYou make it sound like you were an accomplice to some crime.â James sits down beside you and steals the rag from your hand, cleaning up the rest of the spill himself. âYouâre off the hook, you were practically coerced.âÂ
âI was,â you agree, standing and gathering the dishes from the coffee table instead, âbut it was fun in the end. Iâm a little bit glad you coerced me.âÂ
You can hear Jamesâ smile in his voice. âIâll be sure to do it more often. First, Iâm gonna coerce you into hanging out with us again on Friday, and thenââ He turns around, eyes narrowing as he spots the couple of glasses youâre carrying ââstop picking up my mess! Fuck, I canât keep up with you, youâre like a machine.âÂ
A giggle fizzes out of you. James stands and holds his hands out for them, but you take a couple of steps back. âWhy canât I help? Anyway, youâre just as clean as I am.âÂ
âBecause, it was my idea,â he laughs, pursuing you. âAnd Iâm only clean because youâre clean.â He backs you up against the stairs, wrestling the glasses away from you with frustrating ease. âIf I thought you didnât care, this whole place would look like the inside of my room.âÂ
You give an odd bark of laughter, leaning on the banister to look at him. He looks ridiculously smug, both glasses held in one big hand. âOh my god, youâre so nice. Itâs pathological.âÂ
âWow.â Some of the smugness falls away as James grins at you. âThatâs a real one.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âYour smile,â he says. You still donât get how he can do this eye contact thing, looking at you so openly while he seems so sincere. Your own gaze flees downward, warmth rushing to your cheeks. âI donât get to see it a lot, out in the open like that. Itâs really lovely.âÂ
He reaches for you, doing this weird chin-pinching thing that shouldnât be half as endearing as it is. You roll your eyes, but your mouth seems stuck. You donât know how to respond.Â
James doesnât seem to notice, taking the glasses with him into the kitchen. You grab a few more off the table and follow him. Heâs turned the light above the sink on, but the rest of the kitchen is dim. His long sleeves are pushed up to his elbows as he makes soapy water in the sink.Â
As you come in, he turns around to take the glasses from you, the light from above casting a glowy halo of his thick brown hair. Heâs so beautiful it makes your stomach hurt. Youâre suddenly worried you might be just inebriated enough to do something stupid.Â
James narrows his eyes at you teasingly as he snatches the glasses away. âEnough of that,â he scolds.Â
âAre you sure you donât want any more help?â you ask.Â
He rolls his eyes. Youâre pretty sure he didnât do that so much before he started hanging out with you. On him, it somehow manages to look fond. âPositive,â he says. âGo stop being useful.âÂ
You catch yourself biting the inside of your lip. âOkay. Then I think Iâm gonna head up for the night.âÂ
âYeah?â James looks over, and you wonder for a second if something in your voice has given you away. He looks confused, a bit worried, but then that melds into a soft sweetness. He gives you a smile. âOkay. Sweet dreams.âÂ
âYou too,â you say, doing your best to smile in response before you round the corner to the stairs.Â
Your brain feels fuzzy. Youâre not sure if thatâs from alcohol or fatigue or something else entirely, but it feels good to put on your pajamas, clean your face in front of the mirror. The covers on your bed are soft and heavy. You can hear the kitchen sink running downstairs as you slip beneath them, James finally starting to rinse the dishes before he turns in for the night, too.Â
You think of his boisterous laugh, the weight of his arm around your shoulders, his thumb pressing into your chin.Â
When you close your eyelids, you half expect to find a faint outline of his smile impressed upon the insides.
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Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem Reader Part 3
Headcanon: Your relationship with Damian was good. But he decided that it was time for you to meet his family...
Notes: Reader is Dick's ex. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
Damian sat at the grand dining table, surrounded by his family, each of them indulging in the rare moment of peace that only the Wayne family could afford. Bruce, as always, was silently observing his children while Jason, still in his worn leather jacket, slouched in his chair, seemingly bored by the usual family gathering.
âNext week,â Damian finally said, breaking the silence in his usual cool tone.
Everyone turned their attention to him, and Bruce raised an eyebrow, sensing something was coming.
âIâll be inviting my future wife to dinner,â Damian continued, his voice steady, but with a flicker of something almost smug in his eyes. âSheâll be here next Wednesday.â
The rest of the family went silent for a moment, their gazes flicking to each other. Alfred raised an eyebrow, and Jason blinked in surprise.
"Wait, what?" Jason half-laughed, his voice laced with disbelief. "You're finally letting go of your stupid obsession, huh? You found someone who's not going to make you brood in the corner for hours?"
Damianâs eyes narrowed as his hand clenched around the edge of the table. Jason had been poking fun at him for years, always teasing him about his quiet obsession with you, the one person Damian had never let go of, even after years.
"Iâm not obsessed," Damian muttered, glaring at his older brother. "You wouldn't understand."
Jason smirked. "Yeah, well, color me surprised. I didn't think you'd ever let another woman near you."
Damian only shot him another sharp look before getting up from the table, his cloak swirling behind him as he made his way to you. Jason's comment had struck a nerve, but he wasn't about to let anyone know it. Not yet.
When Damian found you later that evening, he was already planning the next steps in his mission to make you hisâofficially this time. You were in your apartment, tending to the plants you loved, when he knocked on your door. Without waiting for an invitation, he entered, his presence suddenly filling the room.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked, raising an eyebrow, already sensing something was off.
Damianâs lips curled into a small, unreadable smile. âI need to talk to you about something,â he said, crossing the room toward you. âNext week, Iâm having dinner with my family. Youâll be joining us.â
Your eyes narrowed. âIâm not having dinner with your family.â
He raised an eyebrow. âI think you will.â
âDamian,â you practically barked, âNo! I'm not doing this. Iâm Dickâs ex. Thereâs no way Iâm going to walk into your family dinner while heâs sitting there. No way."
Damian remained unfazed, his smile remaining in place, though a glint of amusement appeared in his eyes as he watched you argue.
âYouâre not listening beloved,â he said calmly. He had grown taller than you in the years since, taller than Dick now, a fact he didnât fail to take advantage of. As you continued to protest, he reached forward, gently placing one hand on your waist.
âIâm not asking you. Iâm telling you,â Damian said, his voice soft but firm. His fingers tightened ever so slightly as he pulled you closer, not letting you escape from his grasp.
Your protests faltered when his lips descended on yours. You punched his chest half-heartedly, but it was no useâhe wasnât letting go. Slowly, you gave in, closing your eyes as the kiss deepened.
When he pulled away, his expression softened, though his tone remained authoritative. âYouâre going to wear something pretty,â he murmured, his eyes scanning your face with a look that could melt anyone. âYouâll be beautiful, and youâll do as I say. Understand?â
Your lips parted, still slightly breathless from the kiss, but you were too stubborn to admit it. âYou canât justââ
âYes, I can,â he interrupted. âI will pick the dress. Donât argue with me.â
The day of dinner came, and as much as you wanted to fight Damianâs demands, a small part of you knew you couldnât. You dressed carefully, though the idea of stepping into the Wayne familyâs world again filled you with a strange unease. Still, you found yourself in the dress Damian had pickedâa gorgeous emerald dress that fit you in all the right places.
As you adjusted the zipper, a soft knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Damian entered, looking every bit the heir to the Wayne legacyâsuit sharp, hair perfectly in place, and that confident smirk you were starting to despise⊠and like.
âLet me,â he said softly, stepping behind you. You barely had time to process his words before his hand was at your back, gently pulling the zipper up. You stood still, feeling the heat rise to your face as he leaned closer, pressing his lips to your shoulder. His breath was warm against your skin as he kissed his way up to your neck.
âYou look beautiful beloved,â he murmured, his lips brushing your skin. He turned your face toward him, his gaze softening as he kissed your eyelid. He met your gaze with an unsettling intensity.
He kissed your neck softly, his lips leaving a trail that made your heart flutter in ways you didnât want to admit. âYouâve always been beautiful.â
You blinked, trying to hide the heat in your face, but it was hard when he was so close, his lips barely grazing your skin with every word. âDamian, please,â you whispered, but you werenât sure if you were pleading for him to stop or to keep going.
He pulled back slowly, his eyes tracing your features with a satisfied gleam. âWhen we get there, youâre going to smile and behave. Youâre going to look stunning and make them all understand why I picked you.â
He smirked again, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist. âReady?â he asked, his voice low. You barely had time to nod before he led you out of the apartment, his arm wrapped around your waist, the night unfolding before you.
The atmosphere at Wayne Manor was tense the moment you walked in. EveryoneâAlfred, Bruce, and Jasonâturned to look at you, their expressions a mix of surprise and disbelief. Jasonâs jaw dropped first, his eyes wide with realization.
âWait⊠Y/N?â he blurted out, eyes flicking between you and Damian.
You froze, your gaze meeting Dickâs across the room. His face lit up with a mixture of shock and delight.
His face softened, a surprised grin spreading across his face. âY/N?â he asked, his voice tinged with nostalgia. âAre you⊠are you back?â
He looked genuinely happy to see you, like he thought this moment would come eventually. But that happiness quickly faltered when he saw the way Damian was looking at you, a possessive gleam in his eyes.
But Damian, standing behind you, didn't give Dick a chance to finish his sentence. His hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he glared at his older brother.
Damianâs smirk was deadly as he placed his hand possessively on the small of your back, guiding you to your seat. âBack?â Damian repeated with a sneer. âWhat do you mean by that Grayson?â
Dick stiffened, the smile fading from his face. Bruce looked between the two, his eyes narrowing. âWhatâs going on here, Damian?â
Damianâs voice was calm, almost smug as he leaned closer to you, his hand still at your back, possessive but gentle. âWhat is so hard to understand? I said I will bring my girlfriend, didn't I?â
The dinner started off awkwardly. Bruce, sensing the tension, tried to steer the conversation in a neutral direction. But it was clear that the elephant in the room was youâand how Damian had finally, and dramatically, claimed you as his.
Just as everyone was simmering in discomfort, Bruce suddenly broke the silence. âSo⊠are you two planning on getting married anytime soon?â he asked, his tone casual, though there was a sharp edge to it.
You blinked at him. âWhat?â
Damian, without skipping a beat, gripped your hand a little tighter and looked at you with that confident, almost predatory gaze. âYes, in the near future.â
The entire room went silent. Jason nearly choked on his water, while Tim looked like he was processing the chaos. Dickâs face went blank, the surprise evident in his eyes.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â you muttered, your mind racing.
Damian just smiled. âNo. Iâm not.â
And the entire Wayne family? They were left in stunned silence.
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HOT OR NOT - JEEWON
JEEWON X READER
TAGS: CONFESSION, EXHIBITIONISM, TEASING, CNC, THREESOME, DOUBLE PENETRATION, MULTIPLE CREMPIE
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âHot or Notâ is a new podcast where people can share their kinks, sex stories and wildest experiences and the host will decide if the story is âHot or Not.â For tonightâs episode we have Jeewon.
âI get turned on when men stare at my body, when they are not even trying to hide how they are lusting over meâ The anonymous guest said.
âWhen did you first realize you have this kink?â The host asked.
The new podcast is on a roll. Few weeks in, they are already on the top 5 list of most listeners online. The host used this platform to help embrace their sexual side and not be ashamed to explore their sexual needs. They invite anonymous guests to share a glimpse of their sex life.
Host 1: GOOD EVENING EVERYONE! Howâs your day? I hope you had a good day as we are here to listen to tonight's guest!
Host 2: our viewer count is rising. It seems like weâre ready to roll! Let me welcome our guests! Tell us your name!
Jeewon: Hi Iâm Je-
Host 1: remember to use a fake name to hide your identity!
Jeewon: Hi Iâm Je-Jessica, good evening everyone!
Host 1: good evening Jessica! Howâs your day?
Jessica: Iâm good, Iâm good
Host 2: Let's start with our ice breaker question! When was the last time you had sex with?
Jessica: last weekend
Host 1: Jessica looks sexually active!
Host 2: How was it?
Jessica: It was good, he lasted for hours!
Host 1: It seems like Jessica had a great night!
Host 2: What turns on Jessica?
Jessica: I get turned on when men stare at my body, when they are not even trying to hide how they are lusting over me
Host 1: when did you realize you have this kink?
Jessica: Most of the boys are stealing glances on my body, but there are boys who don't care if I caught their hungry look. The way they look at me makes me feel hot. They are undressing me with just their stares.
Host 2: Who are these boys? Do you know them?
Jessica: my male classmates, when I reached college, I noticed people started paying attention to me more. I know the reason why my body becomes more mature.
Host 2: Can you describe your body for our listeners out there?
Jessica: I was just a skinny kid in high school, when I hit puberty, I started to gain weight especially in the right places⊠my top uniform looks like it will bust open with how big my boobs are.
Host 1: every boy's fantasy: big boobs, the bigger the better!
Jessica: ever since my body matured. My male classmates started to treat me differently. They treat me like a princess, they offer me help whenever I need it. At first they looked at me with admiration⊠I started to get popular at school too.
Host 2: How many boys are trying to take you on a date?
Jessica: Laughs* even girls, what's to date me!
Host 1: How many boys have you hung out with?
Jessica: I usually hang out with my male classmates. They are fun to be around. They just always so clumsy that they always find a way to hit my boobs! Laughs*
Host 1: I would be clumsy too if Iâm your classmate!
Host 2: What do you feel when they hit your boobs?
Jessica: I-I donât want to admit it but I like it. I like the âaccidentalâ bumps on my boobs. I like when their hands randomly hit my boobs, some of them even rest in it for a few seconds. One time in class, my seatmate's hands sneakily moved his hands towards my boobs. When his hand is about to touch it, he seems to hesitate. What I did is move my boobs closer to his hand and tuck his arms under my armpit so that he canât move it away.
Host 1: what happened after that?
Jessica: We didn't talk about it afterwards but I noticed he told our other classmates which I donât mind. From then on, every day, a new boy sits beside me hoping to get the same experience.
Host 2: Did they get the same experience?
Jessica: It depends on their personalities, I like teasing the shy one. When I feel them looking at my boobs, I will occasionally fondle my boobs during calls to give them the perspective on how soft my boobs are. There are some who aim at my legs. I move my legs closer to them as an invitation. They would rest their hands on top of my thighs, some caressing it. I like it when they squeeze it and feel how soft my thighs are. When they are loud and arrogant, I put them in their place. I would slap their hands away when they tried to get a touch. I would turn the table. Iâm the one who will reach out to their bulge, they always gasp at the moment of contact. I would caress their hard bulge until the class was over. They look funny when they are trying to hold their groans during class.
Host 1: That's it, thatâs hot, itâs over.
Host 2: No No! She hasn't even told the good part.
Host 2: have you tried doing it with your classmates?
Jessica: Yes, I done it with some of them
Host 1: When was the first time you did it with them?
Jessica: I did with two of my classmates
Host 1: two??
Jessica: Yes, we had a threesome
Host 1: What did they do to convince you to have a threesome??
Jessica: Itâs a long story⊠I found out that one of my male classmates has a crush on my other classmate. I donât like the idea of losing some attention. The girl is pretty but doesnât have a body like mine. I donât even know what he saw on her.
Host 2: I-I donât get it, can you tell more?
Jessica: At first, I tried to get the boyâs attention using my âcharms,â but it had no effect on him. He just looks at them with no emotions. Heâs a decent guy, he seems to focus on studying though. I feel miserable, I donât think I can go back to being just a regular girl. I asked him to help me with my assignments. He said he can but he stays with me alone. He seems too respectful for his own good. I said he can bring along one of our classmates
Host 1: who he brings with him?
A message pops up on the corner of the screen. âWanna go to Jeewonâs house?â The message made you stand up in your seat. You were playing in an Internet cafe along with your friends. âWhen can we go?â You replied. âRight now,â he said. You forgot that you're still online in your game as your friends are scolding you to play through. âJeewon needs some help with our assignments,â he added. Youâre not the brightest kid but you certainly will do anything to help your crush. You've been eyeing Jeewon ever since you became classmates. Her bubbly face lights up and makes everyone smile just seeing her while her body leaves every boy dry.
The two of you are now at the front door of her house. Eyes widened, Jeewon is wearing an almost see-through tank top that also exposed her white undergarments. Her lower half is exposed with only a white mini skirt covering her private parts. A lump forms in your throat. Jeewon is excited to welcome both of you to her house. She gives cold water as she sees the two of you sweating. The three of you knew itâs not because of the heat. After some chit chats, you found out that her mother is working overseas while her father left them. He left them while Jeewon was just old enough to remember her fatherâs face. Her mother swore to give Jeewon the life she deserves even without the help of her father.
Your crush is now leading you upstairs with her in front of you. You have a perfect angle to take a glimpse of her underwear. You did notice that the girl is smirking as she knows what sheâs doing. She has a regular size room, with a study table facing the window. She took extra chairs so that the three of you can study together. Sitting on her right side, the girl is in between the two of you. Your classmate is a smart one, heâs the one who teaches Jeewon your previous lessons, she seems to listen intently. The study session has been going smoothly until it turns into something else.
Like whatâs happening during your classes, Jeewon lets you caress her boobs while her hands caress your classmates' thighs. The smart boy acts oblivious to what's happening. This made Jeewon mad, she knows that she needs to do more to get the boyâs attention. The three of you looking at the notes that your friend is writing as Jeewonâs pet falls randomly. âLet me get th- â you offer to get her pen but the girl is already kneeling to get it. She is now kneeling underneath her table in between the two of you. The girl looks at the two of you waiting for a reaction. The time seems frozen as Jeewon puts her two hands in each of your bulges. The sight of her kneeling while her hands are on your bulge is more than enough to get turned on.
Jeewon is looking at the smart boysâ eyes while slowly peeling his shorts down, waiting for the boy to turn her down. But he didnât, The girl smirks as she knows that she has the boy in her finger tips. His shorts are on his ankles, the girl is now looking at the stretched underwear of your classmate. âLet me help you with that,â she said giggling. She lowered down the underwear of the boy as her hard cock springs up. Jeewon touches the hard cock, giving a few strokes before shifting her attention onto you. You canât even wait for her to undress you. You lower your own shorts to reveal your hard cock as well. She laughs at your eagerness, now holding the two cock in front of her. She strokes the cock in the same rhythm, while shifting her eyes on the two cocks, thinking about which cock will he suck first?
Your face looks helpless as you canât wait to get your dick sucked. Jeewon noticed that as she gave your cock a slow lick on your tip. You left out a moan with how her tongue felt on your cock. The girl moves to the other cock giving it the same lick. She moves her two hands on the boy while locking eye contact with him. Two hands on the shaft as her tongue swirls on his tip. Youâre on the side waiting stroking your own meat. Seeing the popular girl slut herself out is not something you thought you would see today. The smart boy whose acting nonchalant is now breathing heavily. Jeewon puts his cock on her mouth as she slowly puts the cock deeper inside her. The boy put his hand on her head as he tried to push her head down. Jeewon instead pulled her head back not licking what the boy did. She gives him a warning stare as she turns to face your cock.
Jeewon grins widely as she sees how you stroke yourself while watching her. She likes it when people give her attention, especially the right âattention,â it turns her on. You are about to stop stroking it but she guides your hand to keep it in your cock as she goes down on your balls. The way she looks at you with glee while her tongue is actively exploring all sides of your balls makes you throwback your head in bliss. Jeewon chuckles as you canât help but to leave out a long moan. She appreciates this honesty. She moves your hand out your cock as she puts your tip in her mouth. She licks your tip while itâs inside her mouth waiting for your next reaction. Youâre trying not to moan again as you felt a bit embarrassed. She tried to break your composure as she bobbed her head fast, sucking half of your cock. Sheâs trying to suck your cock real fast to make it more sensitive,and sensitive it is. Her most movements made you moan in the rhythm of her bobbing. Jeewon is enjoying the look on your face, you look like a mess as you try to get a hold of yourself.
The other boy felt jealous, so he stood up to put his cock closer to the girl but Jeewon was too occupied with your cock. She sucks your cock for a moment before paying attention to the boy. She now stands up and invites the two of you to her bed. She instructs you to lay down while telling the other boy to eat her from behind. You are now in the center of the bed. Jeewon is kneeling between your legs as the other boy is seated behind her with his face in her ass. The girl pulls down her top revealing her huge boobs. You have touched her boobs multiple times but you are still surprised how big and soft looking they are. She holds your cock teasing it, slapping it against her soft boobs. The other boy is now licking her clit from behind. Jeewon twitched occasionally when the other boy was licking the right spots. She holds her two boobs on the side pressing your cock in between them. She spits multiple times on your cock and on her boobs lubricating your cock. She now started moving her boobs slowly making sure your cock felt every softness of her huge tits. Her huge tits made your cock disappear between them. Jeewon is not yet satisfied, she starts sucking the head of your cock while she keeps moving her boobs.
âFuck me from behind,â you heard her instruct the other boy. The guy didnât waste any time lining up his cock behind her. Jeewon moans while your cock is still inside her mouth. She was getting pushed forward with every thrust of the boy. Your cock keeps going in and out of her face as she keeps getting pushed forward. You took this opportunity to stand up the bed, lining your cock horizontally in her mouth. She gives you a look as a go signal that you can start moving as well. The school slut is now getting fuck in her two holes at the same time. Jeewonâs body gets pushed front and backward as youâre alternately thrust in her holes. The girl is now a mess and she gets stimulated by double penetration. The other boy holds her hips in place as he starts to pound her harder. This just made Jeewon sucks your cock even deeper as sheâs now getting fucked fast. You catches the others guy rhythm and now fucking her on the mouth as well, from alternating thrust to a unison. You now both get deeper in both of her holes at the same time. Jeewon's eyes turned white as she didnât expect to get put in this submissive position. Her only plan was to seduce the other guy to have a crush on her not to your other classmates but things escalated quickly. She now has her mouth and her slit getting stretched open at the same time. The other boy seems fucking her at thr more rapid face paced as he is about to bust. Jeewon notices this as she removes your cock in her mouth to tell the boy to cum inside her. A low moan escaped her mouth as she felt the warm cum get purred inside her. The boy pulls his cock out as he sits on the side of the bed, Jeewon lays down her back as she takes a breather.
âItâs your turn,â the lying girl said. You quickly move between her legs as she spreads her logs in front of you. The cum on her slit drips out as you put your cock inside her. Jeewon gasps as another cock is deep within her. Her slits are making a quacking sound every time you pound her, evident in how wet she is. Her wet slit made you pound on her even more. Her boobs sways with each thrust, she moans every time you hit your cock deeper. The girl you have a crush on looks unrecognizable with how messy she looks, she breathes hastily as he gets pounded, her eyes looks lost in the bliss as the only thing in her mind is to get fucked. You hold on both of her boobs while you pound her at a faster pace. Your hands sink down on her soft boobs by grabbing them hard. She also puts her two fingers on her mouth as she misses the stimulation your cock has done. The other boy notices this and offers her own cock on her. He moved on the side of her head as Jeewon put the cock in her mouth. Your hips move faster as youâre also near your orgasm. The sound of flesh colliding can be heard as youâre now pounding her deeper with every thrust. âfu-fuck,â you canât hold it anymore as you cum inside her.
Host 1: damn! Thatâs hot!
Host 2: I know our listeners felt hot with that one!
Host 1: I donât need to see the online poll. I just knew everyone would find that hot!
Host 1: thank you for sharing one of your wildest experiences!
Host 2: We will certainly invite you for another episode of our podcast!
Jessica: Sure! I can share the time I did it with my teacher!
Host 1 and 2: you did what?!
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Halo~~ can I request and Poly!Marauders (James, Sirius and Remus) x fem!reader? Where reader has recurring hypoglycemia and ends up standing the boys up on a date because her levels had been finicky all day and she forgot to tell them. So when they go find her to confront her about it they find her on the floor on like the verge of unconsciousness (or maybe she's already passed out) with dangerously low levels and help her like the good loving boyfriend's they are. Pretty please đ„ș
Thank you for this request! I had fun with it, and I hope this works for you! đ Poly!marauders x fem!reader đ 2.2k words
The sun dips lower in the sky, painting hues of lavender and pink across the horizon. It's the perfect backdrop for the evening you've been anticipating all week with James, Sirius, and Remusâa night filled with laughter and camaraderie. They've planned something big, no doubt; James has been jokingly boasting about his "romantic genius," while Sirius grins like a Cheshire cat and Remus rolls his eyes, though the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. Their good humour is infectious, and you can't help but look forward to whatever they have in store.
But today, your body doesn't seem to be on the same page as your mind. You've woken up with trembling hands and a light head, your blood sugar levels fluctuating in a way that makes your stomach churn. You're not new to hypoglycaemiaâyou've had episodes before, each one leaving you weak and shakyâbut today it lingers, refusing to let go despite your best efforts to stabilise it. You push through, hoping to shake it off, but the fatigue clings to you like a second skin, weighing you down.
"Just a little rest," you tell yourself, sinking into the couch. "I'll feel better after."
Setting an alarm, you allow your eyes to flutter closed, promising yourself that it's only for a moment before you get ready. You know you should let the boys in on what's happening, but the thought of explainingâof offering up excuses yet againâseems too daunting. Too draining. Instead, you tell yourself it will pass. It always does. A quick nap should help; then you can join them, fresh-faced and ready for the evening's escapades.
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The air is thick with tension at the small restaurant where you agreed to meet. James sits with his back to the wall, his foot tapping out a rhythm of worry against the table leg. He checks his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, his brow furrowed.
"She's late," he mutters, though everyone at the table is painfully aware. "She's never late."
Sirius glances toward the door again, his usual swagger replaced by something more akin to concern. "Maybe she got held up," he offers, but there's a tightness in his voice that belies his nonchalant exterior.
Remus's eyes flicker between the two, worry etching deep lines in his already weary face. "She would've sent word if she couldn't make itâshe always does."
James rubs a hand through his unruly hair, the action doing nothing to quell the unease that creeps into every crevice of his being. "That's what has me worried," he admits, gaze far off. "It's not like her to just... vanish."
"Then we should go and see for ourselves if she's all right," Remus suggests, rising from his seat. The chair scrapes against the floor, a grating sound that mirrors the tension threading through each man's veins. "Better safe than sorry."
"Agreed." Sirius pushes away from the table, his frame rigid with an intensity borne of concern. "Let's go."
Without another word, they leave the restaurant behind, its warmth and light becoming a distant memory as they step into the biting night air. Their footfalls echo down the empty streets, a testament to their shared apprehension.
The apartment is eerily still as they approach, the silence hanging heavy in the air like a shroud. Something about it feels wrong, disjointed, and Sirius is the first to cross the threshold, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y/N?" he calls out, his voice laced with both worry and hope. But there's no answer, just the echo of his own words bouncing off the walls.
James follows closely behind him, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of you. Remus brings up the rear, his gaze taking in every detail, a frown etching deep lines into his forehead.
"Over here!" James' shout breaks the tense quietude, his voice edged with panic. He's found you unconscious on the couch, your body too still. In an instant, he's at your side, dropping to his knees and pressing two fingers against your pulse point.
"She's breathing," he says, relief washing over him, but it's short-lived. "It's shallow, though. And her pulse... It's too fast."
Before he can say anything more, Remus is already moving, his long strides carrying him to the kitchen where the emergency kit is kept. His hands are steady as he reaches for the Baqsimi nasal spray, fingers deftly peeling away the red stripe that seals it. The lid comes off with a soft pop, revealing the small device within.
Sirius kneels beside James, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes lightly against your skin. His face is a mask of fear, guilt, and resolve. "Why didn't she tell us?" he murmurs more to himself than anyone else, the question hanging heavily in the air.
He turns to Remus, his grey eyes hardening. "Are you ready?"
"Always," Remus replies with a steady voice that belies the tremor in his hands. He positions the nozzle of the spray into one of your nostrils, his brow furrowed in concentration. "This should help. Just hold on."
With a gentle push, he depresses the plunger, watching as the green line marking the dose disappears. There's a collective holding of breaths as they wait for any sign of change.
"We've got to hope for the best," Sirius says, though his voice wavers slightly. "She'll pull through. She has to."
"Of course she will," James adds, his fingers tightening around yours, as if he could will you back to consciousness through sheer force of grip. His free hand finds your other cheek, his thumb tracing circles over the cool skin. "She's stronger than this."
Remus is already moving again, his long fingers sifting through the cupboards for the quick sugars he knows you keep on hand. He retrieves a carton of orange juice and a box of crackers, sparing no time in spreading peanut butter across the crackers and pouring out a glass of juice. Once prepared, he places the items on the low coffee table before sinking onto the edge of the couch. "We should give her these when she comes around."
The room falls into a tense silence as they wait, their gazes never straying far from your prone form. Sirius's hand hovers over your shoulder before finally making contact, his knuckles ghosting over the fabric of your shirt. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, are shadowed with concern. "She scared us," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
"More than that," James says, his tone gruff with unshed emotion. "I can'tâ"
His sentence hangs unfinished, the weight of it too heavy for words. Instead, he reaches out, brushing away a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his touch gentle, almost reverent.
And then, so faint it's nearly missed, there's a shift. A soft groan escapes your lips, barely audible but enough to cause their hearts to leap. Your eyelids flutter, struggling against the pull of unconsciousness.
"Finally," Sirius mutters, relief flooding his features even as his brows knit together in a scowl. "Took your sweet time, didn't you?"
James leans in closer, his breath hitching as your eyes begin to open. He presses a warm kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "You're okay," he says, his words more of a prayer than a statement. "We've got you."
Sirius moves to help you sit up; his touch is steady, firm yet careful, like he's afraid you might shatter at any moment. The room spins slightly as you're lifted, but Sirius' presence is grounding, a reminder of reality amidst the haze of confusion.
"Easy there," Remus says, his voice soft yet commanding. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, not quite reaching his eyes, which remain clouded with concern. He picks up the glass from the coffee table, the contents sloshing gently.
"Here," Remus coaxes, holding the straw to your lips. "Take small sips, slowly."
The juice is cold and slightly tart in your mouth, a stark contrast to the warmth spreading from your core. You reach to hold the glass, but your hands shake, the tremors betraying the weakness you feel. Remus keeps his grip on the glass, steady as always.
You try to sit up straighter, to focus on the faces hovering around you, but every movement feels heavy, slow. The room tilts a little, and you wince, shutting your eyes. When you open them again, they're still there, all watching you, their expressions etched with concern.
"What..." Your voice is a raspy whisper, barely there. "What happened?"
"Scared the bloody hell out of us, you did," Sirius says, his tone equal parts relief and frustration. He leans back in his chair, passing a hand across his face. "We found you passed out. Your blood sugar was dangerously low."
"We used the nasal spray," Remus explains, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. "You're lucky it acted quickly."
Your brow furrows as you try to make sense of the day's events. "Iâ" You begin, but your throat constricts around the admission. "I didn't mean to..."
"We know," James says quietly, his hand covering yours where it rests on the cup. "But you need to tell us when you're not feeling well, love. We could've stepped in sooner."
"I didn't want to ruin the date," you mumble, guilt curdling in your stomach.
"Ruin?" Remus's eyebrows knit together. "That's not how this works." His tone is stern but laced with worry, not anger. "Your health comes first, always. You could haveâ" He stops, a grimace passing over his face as if the words themselves are painful. "You could have taken a turn for the worse before we found you."
"Exactly," Sirius interjects, his voice softer than before. "You don't spoil anything by telling us you need help. We love you, Y/N."
A lump forms in your throat as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You cast your gaze down to the cup of juice. "I'm sorry."
"Hey." James reaches out, gently tilting your chin up until you're looking at him. The concern in his hazel eyes is almost too much to bear. "No more apologies, all right? Just let us help you. That's what we want."
The corners of Sirius's mouth lift into a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your headâa gesture that feels as much a promise as it does an act of care. "Exactly. You're not getting rid of us that easily, so you might as well let us look after you."
Remus chuckles softly, though there's a tightness in his shoulders that suggests he's far from relaxed. "And speaking of whichâfinish the juice. Then we'll get some food in you."
"I'm fine," you murmur, but it's a feeble protest at best.
James's grin is slight, more a quirk of the lips than a full smile, but it's there, a glimmer of light amid the shadows. He picks up a cracker spread with peanut butter and extends it towards you. "Come on, open up. Don't make me do the airplane noises."
Your lips quirk despite yourself, a response to James's levity. You take the offered morsel, and for a moment, the air in the room loosens, the tension fraying at its edges as they watch you eat.
Remus shakes his head, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You're lucky we look out for you."
"And you'll never hear the end of it," Sirius adds, his grin broadening. "We'll remind you every chance we get."
James lets out a quiet chuckle, but it quickly fades, replaced by a solemn expression. "Good," he says, his gaze steady on yours. "Because we won't let this happen again."
You finish the juice and crackers, every last crumb swept away, and as the warmth gradually returns to your body, so too does a sense of calm. James tucks a blanket around your shoulders, ensuring you're as comfortable as possible. Sirius settles beside you, his arm a steady presence around your shoulders while Remus remains at your feet, gently massaging your ankle.
James sits on the floor in front of you, his back resting against the edge of the coffee table. There's a tranquillity to him that wasn't there before, a resolution settling over his features. "You need to rest now," he tells you, not as an order but as a suggestion born from concern. "We'll stay."
"Staying?" The word slips out before you can stop it, a small voice daring to hope. "You're not leaving?"
"Absolutely not," Sirius says, his voice firm and unyielding. "We're staying here tonight. You won't be alone."
Remus's eyes lift to meet yours, meeting your gaze with a gentle warmth that defies the harsh reality of your situation. "Of course not," he replies, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Until you're fed up with us," James adds, his own grin small but genuine.
A weak chuckle escapes your lips, though it does little to alleviate the tension coiled in your chest. "I don't think that's possible."
And as sleep begins to pull you under, the last thing you feel is the pressure of Sirius's hand on your skin, grounding you in this new reality. The last thing you hear is James's voice, low and steady as he whispers, "Always."
#Poly!marauders x reader#poly!marauders x you#Sirius black x reader#Sirius black x you#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#james potter x you#james potter x reader#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfic
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I was angry. I'm still angry. But sadness and exhaustion have overtaken that anger, and I have A LOT to say about this.
Dead Boy Detectives is a very special show to me. It occupies a ridiculously large place in my heart, and it's brought me joy in a way that only a few pieces of media ever have. When I watched it for the first time, Edwin Payne had my heart within minutes. By the end of episode one, Charles Rowland did, too.
It meant a lot to me, seeing such wonderful and nuanced queer characters brought to life in the type of paranormal story I have always loved. In these past months, Edwin and Charles have felt like real friends to me, and to never see them again without a satisfying conclusion to their story is something I have not truly processed. Same for Niko and Crystal and The Cat King - they should be back. But I haven't fully processed it yet, that they're not coming back, and yet I am still aggreived.
@netflix is, at this point, so fucking gagged on capitalism's dick that they're not even pretending to care about art anymore. Dead Boy Detectives is genuinely masterfully made on just about every level. The actors did a phenomenal job and I will be following all their careers heavily. Steve, Beth, and the writing team crafted an incredible tale. The sets, the lighting, the props, the effects were all on point. This was a well-constructed program, and you could tell that everyone involved with the project gave it their all because they cared so deeply.
(Also my heart breaks for the whole cast, but it's hardcore hurting for George since this was not only his first screen role but one he clearly thought he would be keeping as of two weeks ago. He seemed so secure. I hate this for him.)
In addition to being a good show, DBDA had good reception. It's got a 92% on Rotten Tomatoes, was on the Top 10 for several weeks, got 4.7 million views within week one, and was getting daily articles posted on various review sites with NOTHING but praise. The fandom is incredibly active. We trend on Tumblr like five times a week and on Twitter regularly as well.
THE. SCRIPT. FOR. SEASON. 2. WAS. WRITTEN.
What the fuck happened?
Idiot executives at @netflix, choking on the dick of capitalism, probably just thought that they wouldn't get new subscribers for a second season of an existing show that didn't rake in Bridgerton-level cash. That's how they work - people who are interested in it are already subscribers, so who the fuck cares about them? Better to make some other shit, hope new people subscribe, and maybe that'll be a Bridgerton-level hit.
But also, Netflix has fun little trends to look into. And, when you look at the lineup of shows Netflix has canceled, they are overwhelmingly queer. The homophobia of @netflix and their operatives is clearly boundless, and it hits here really badly because this show was clearly made with a queer audience in mind. It was one of the most authentic pieces of queer media I have ever experienced, if not THE most authentic pieces of queer media that I have ever experienced.
It's fucking ridiculous that Netflix canceled a show that they commissioned a completed script of months ago. It sucks that they decided that their existing subscribers, their queer subscribers, did not matter.
Edwin and Charles are ours now. Well, of course, they're George's and Jayden's respectively, but the characters are no longer Netflix's to use and throw out. They're ours now, our fandom's, and we all love them so much.
And we deserved to see more of them, and we deserved to see their love story play out onscreen, but I for one am not going anywhere. Let's give Edwin and Charles - and the rest of the gang - millions of versions of the stories and endings that Netflix deprived them of.
#dead boy detectives#dbda#im literally crying now#edwin payne#charles rowland#payneland#george rexstrew
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omg iâm thrilled that yâall like him so much!!! and these ideas were soso tasty ugh your minds~ i had a lot of fun with this, maybe too much if you look at the wc lol, so i hope yâall enjoy <3 ALSO continuity note: since Adrian is so popular, i won't carry major events through different stories unless requested, that way everyone can have their own version of his story! but i'll be keeping general facts about Adrian the same unless otherwise specified, like his parents being rich because i find it funny~ thank you and goodnight <3 (and yes i switched this gif with the last part shhhh itâs okay)
pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)
words: ~ 4.6k
you can read the previous part here!
CW: 18+, NSFW, yandere behavior, stalking, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, BDSM themes, poor BDSM etiquette but neither party minds
Adrian nearly choked when he heard his name read next to yours for the school project.
It took you a second to recognize his; you mostly just call him mutt. Once you realized, you loudly groaned at the prospect of spending the week with that pest.
Adrian couldnât hear it over his racing heart.
As soon as class lets out, he's right at your side, yammering on about project materials and meeting arrangements and times and "we should really meet at one of our houses so we don't have to worry about distractions, I'm fine with coming to yours! It's closer to school anyway, right? It'll be more private- I just think it makes sense-"
You finally shut him up by making the executive decision that youâll work at his house (you donât need him shedding on your furniture, or potentially getting any personal ammunition against you; he is way too interested in being inside your home, and how does he know itâs closer to school?).
Adrian was crestfallen that he wouldnât get to go in your house (and smell the pure you imbued in your furniture, and pretend heâs really your dog while you sit together- maybe in your bedroom!-, and snoop through your underwear drawer when you go to the bathroom, and snoop through your bathroom when he goes in right after you...), but he was still over the moon at the idea of having you in his space.
(Heâll just visit your window later tonight like usual, anyway- he'll still get high off that closeness alone. Win/win!)
Adrian doesn't think about anything else for the rest of the day, zoning through his classes and plastered to your side whenever he gets the chance, just alight with energy and anticipation and not shutting up about it- he's lucky there's too many witnesses for you to knock him quiet (oh, but he would feel so much luckier if you did).
You would totally bail on this project if you werenât already failing this class, which is mostly on account of you bailing. Youâre wondering if all those cut classes were worth having to work with this, but youâre not feeling hopeful.
The day seems to drag on forever for both of you, for vastly different reasons. By the time school lets out, Adrian is buzzing out of his skin and you're seconds away from ripping it off him.
As you two start the trek to his place, Adrian can't get over how surreal it feels to walk beside you. It's like you two are a couple, and you're walking him home for an after school study date!
He gets lost in the daydream easily, giving you a brief reprieve from his energy, and allowing you to absently notice his rapidly wagging tail almost propelling him down the sidewalk. You can't help but smirk a little at the image that conjures in your mind.
He's truly ridiculous, you can't really believe him sometimes. Doesn't that thing ever get tired? What does he think is gonna happen that's got him so damn excited? That he's gonna get in good with you somehow (hopefully) and you'll leave him alone? (never in his wildest dreams.)
Yeah, fat chance.
When Adrian stops at his house, you think he's joking. But then he walks right up the driveway of this random McMansion, motioning you along eagerly, and enters a security code before holding the door open for you with a clearly anticipatory smile.
...The fuck.
You did not count on Adrianâs family being loaded. He certainly doesn't dress or groom like it.
You consider berating him for not mentioning it, but decide against it for the risk of seeming stupid- to Adrian of all people. You do make a mental note for your future errand requests, though.
Adrianâs parents arenât home, he tells you his mom is always traveling and his dad basically lives at his office. Youâre relieved that you wonât have to put on a nice face for the folks, but thereâs apparently still a live-in housekeeper that floats around (are you fucking kidding?) so you stay diligent.
Adrian suggests you two work in his room; you figure the further from watchful eyes, the better.
Despite it being his idea, Adrian can't help his giddy nervousness as you enter his room (heâd texted the housekeeper to make sure it was clean as soon as you decided to come over, lucky he keeps his souvenirs hidden away whenever heâs not admiring them).
The room is frankly ridiculous, easily twice the size of yours, a king bed in the corner, a desk and coffee table and two dressers, and yet adorned with piles of clothes and clutter and more genres of nerdy shit than you even knew existed.
"Yeah, okay, parts of this make sense."
Adrian cocks his head, opening his mouth to ask what you mean, when he suddenly chokes on air.
You've made a bee-line right to his desk, covered in books and papers for hobbies and school alike, but also holding a locked drawer at the very bottom in which he keeps his "school collection" (just discarded pencils with bitten erasers, torn up notebook paper he can still smell your hands on, old gym shorts you were probably gonna replace soon anyway, a bandaid here, a plastic fork there; nothing crazy).
He watches with bated breath as you sift through the contents of his desk, occasionally scoffing or chuckling at what you find. He lets out a sigh when you seem to grow bored, just for you to move on to his dresser and have his stomach doing somersaults all over again.
Maybe he should've asked the housekeeper to hide his stuff better and just braved the questions later...
You move throughout the room like you own it (you do, as far as the both of you are concerned), making little jabs at his various posters and figurines which make his whole body flush hot with pleasure because you're noticing things about him, but every other move you make sends his heart jumping into his throat in a completely different way.
It only takes a minute or two for the stress to get to him.
âAh- hey! Uh, maybe we should- maybe we should start on the project, right?â
You bark a laugh and spin on your heel to face him, an incredulous half-grin pulling your lips and revealing a gut-twisting flash of teeth.
"We?"
Oh, yeah, he much prefers those intense eyes boring into him.
He starts spluttering placations immediately. "No! Well, uhm, I didn't mean- you, you don't- have to- obviously, I mean, I don't- I wouldn't-"
You roll your eyes and shove past him, effectively cutting him off as you flop down onto his abominably soft mattress. "Right, yeah, whatever. Let's get one thing straight here, okay?"
Adrian nods, his whole being drawn to focus at your entrancingly commanding tone. Although, it's incredibly hard to focus on anything with the sight of you on his bed right in front of him; he's already planning how to avoid that area so it'll retain your scent longer, he wonders if he could cut that part of the duvet out and keep it in an airtight container, maybe the sheets under it too just to be safe...
"This is not a "we" situation, got it? I'm not lifting a damn finger for this bullshit, that's what you're there for." Adrian has a purpose to you! "I am only here to make sure you're actually doing it, which shouldn't be a problem because if we get anything less than an A, it's gonna be your ass."
As tempting as it is to see what punishment you would inflict upon him, Adrian really really really wants to please you- and he's pretty good at this subject anyway!
You then cross your arms and lean back just enough to look down your nose at him. "Got it?"
Adrian can't answer fast enough.
"Yes! Yes, that's perfect! Awesome, good- great!"
But then he doesnât make a move. Ha.
He looks a little lost, standing in the middle of his own room, barely biting down a grin and wringing his hands as he seems to wait for another command.
Apparently, youâve trained him well.
You scoff and let yourself fall onto your back as you pull out your phone (Adrian's gonna need a bigger airtight container).
"Well, go on then, we don't have all day."
Adrian scrambles to get to work. He quickly positions himself on the floor by the foot of the bed and pulls the coffee table closer, emptying his school bag carelessly onto the carpet.
You huff a laugh at the sight, all this money and the kid's parents couldn't buy him any class. Maybe sloppiness is an inherent trait, like his apparent passion for service- nobody with this much money should be such a pushover. And yet...
Adrian couldnât be happier, sitting on the floor while you lounge across his bed and periodically weigh in with (mostly incorrect) corrections or snide remarks, an almost alarmingly wide grin settled on his face as his tail taps a steady rhythm against his carpet.
Itâs not an unpleasant picture, you muse absently as you look up from your phone, itâs almost comforting to have your little puppy on the floor, cheerily working away for you while you laze about. It certainly beats doing the work yourself, or having to threaten a student with an actual spine to do it for you.
Still, it doesn't take long for you to get bored. Bored enough to notice your empty stomach, at least.
"I'm hungry."
Adrian's head shoots up from the book he was hunched over, ears raised at attention and eyes glittering with something you're not sure you care to identify.
He's on his feet in the next second, knocking his knees on the way up loud enough to startle you yet showing no signs of even noticing.
"I-I'll ask Len to make something!"
He darts out of the room before you can tell him what you want, but you trust he knows your moods and tastes well enough by this point to predict. (Oh, he does, and Len's not going to be making anything- they don't know all the special ingredients!)
The second he leaves, you decide to really cure your boredom by snooping around in earnest. Certainly this creep has something actually weird hidden in here, you just have to look in the right places.
You waste no time in sifting through his bookshelf (nerd shit), closet (nerd clothes, some dirty), a dresser (nerd clothes, mostly clean), under his bed (dirty clothes, nerd shit in boxes)- the door opens behind you.
âWha-? Oh! Ah- Wh-what- what are you doing?â
You donât even bother moving from your crouch, most of your upper body shoved under the bedstand while the rest of you... is not.
Adrianâs mouth is completely dry for several reasons.
âWhatâre you, blind? Iâm snooping.â
Adrian slowly comes further into the room, hesitantly setting the serving tray on the low table. He canât stop his voice from cracking as he stutters out,
âUh- yeah, okay, yeah, but- um, would you maybe mind- um, not?â
You snicker, at least he has some manners. âYeah, I do mind, actually. Whatâs the matter, mutt? Got something to hide?â
âN-no!â
The answer is so immediate, so fervent, that it has you pulling up just to give him an unimpressed look. He stares back at you, eyes wide and frenzied.
âJesus youâre a bad liar.â
Looking at him now, you can see sweat glistening on his face and his hands clenching by his side. His eyes dart toward the dresser you haven't checked yet.
Bingo.
You jump up from your position and stride across the room with purpose. You only make it a few steps before Adrian seems to materialize in front of you, making you stop short and almost yelp from shock.
âS-sorry! Iâm sorry, I just-" he's waving his hands wildly, head ducked as his gaze rapidly flicks between your face and the floor, "You-you canât- please, please donât-â
âOkay, creep, I get the gist.â
You shove past him, and he wishes he could relish the firm pressure of your hands on him.
He whirls around and watches in horror as you approach the dresser. He needs to do something, he needs to stop you, but what can he do? Youâve clearly made up your mind, itâs not like it's his place to try and change it...
All he can do is watch, a high ringing in his ears and his body filling with static, while you meticulously sift through every drawer until his clothes are strewn about the floor and you're panting with frustration.
He's about to let himself take a breath when you suddenly squat down and stick your arm into the shallow space underneath. He nearly swallows his tongue when you let out a disbelieving huff and awkwardly slide out a long lockbox.
You look up at him triumphantly, eyes sparkling with glee, and he almost mirrors your smile just for how captivating it is.
"Open it."
"N-no-"
You lean up toward him and cock your head, he has to stop himself from being drawn in by the magnetism of your narrowed eyes. âThe fuck did you just say to me?"
"I'm sorry! I didn't- just, I can't-"
"Oh, I think you can. Or you're not gonna like what happens next."
That's where you're wrong, and it only really strengthens Adrian's extremely shaky resolve. He tries to keep the grin off his face as he habitually starts to picture the punishment you might give him; a cuff on the ears, a knee to the stomach, a punch in the face-
But you just roll your eyes and groan, no longer in the mood now that something more interesting has presented itself.
Instead, your gaze floats down to the flimsy looking combination lock on the box, then it fixes on some heavy-standed figurine you'd knocked off his bookshelf earlier.
Yeah, good enough.
Adrian barely has time to flinch before you're snatching it up and breaking the lock with a sound crack.
Then you're lifting the lid.
"No!"
He starts to lunge forward, but your sharply raised hand halts him dead in his tracks.
Fuck.
It's too late anyway, judging by your wide eyes and slightly slack jaw (god how he wishes he could focus on the glorious curve of your open lips, or the way your perfect teeth peek over them, or how it might feel to have those teeth sunk into his skin-)
"What. The. Fuck."
"I-I can explain- It's not-!"
"I literally do not believe that you can."
Adrian's throat goes dry, he feels tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry! I never meant- it's not like-"
You tune Adrian out as you focus on the stacks and stacks of photos arranged in the box before you. There even seem to be books underneath those, thick ones despite the shallowness of the container. Youâd say thereâs easily hundreds of pictures in here.
But, more concerning than the amount of photos⊠is their content.
Theyâre all you.
Undeniable, from every angle and range and setting you could imagine, itâs all you. Thereâs you at your spot with your friends, sitting in class, in the cafeteria, running errands in town, sneaking off to that private spot nobody else is supposed to know about, asleep in your bed- in dozens and dozens of iterations, like you could probably make a flip book of every scene.
Itâs offensively redundant, honestly, a gross waste of paper. Maybe equally as concerning.
(Adrian needs to keep physical copies, and hard drives, and backup hard drives, and another box further under the dresser... What if something happens to his phone? What if he lost all his treasured photos forever? He doesnât know what heâd do.)
"You're a bigger creep than I gave you credit for." You murmur, mostly to yourself.
Adrian never thought he'd feel anything but sheer joy from hearing that word leave your mouth. "N-no! It's not- it's not like that! I'm not- I don't-"
While Adrian's still blustering and working himself into a tizzy, you're just... processing.
It's oddly unsurprising, once you consider all the other factors together. Looking at it now, of course Adrian had more perverted reasons for complying to your cruelty, what else could he have been getting out of it? You guess you kinda always knew, on some level, but you never thought it would be like this.
But, since it is, you can't help but wonder just how far this perversion has gone, how far it will go...
This night has been boring enough that you're entitled to a little fun, right?
And besides, looking at him now- all wide eyed and droopy eared, his tail pulled between his legs and clutched in his trembling hands- Adrian actually looks a little bit... cute? In a pathetic, dirty stray caught in the rain type of way, of course.
The only real difference is that you'd be much kinder to the stray.
"Alright, shut it, stalker."
Adrian's mouth snaps closed, his tail trying to tuck further at your dangerously low voice.
"Obviously, this severe-" you flap a stack of photos at him, causing him to duck his head and whimper, "-invasion of my privacy can't go unpunished."
Adrian's eyes become impossibly bigger as they flash up to watch you stand. His ears suddenly perk, his tail tugs against his grip as it tries to hesitantly wag.
Jesus, he's shameless.
This is gonna be fun.
But first, a plan. You don't want Adrian getting too bold, so what better way to keep him in his place than by tying him there? Looking around his room, you don't have much to work with, but you're resourceful; a lace from his sneakers should do just fine (who keeps shoes in their room? what a creep).
"Alright. Sit."
Adrian is falling to his knees before his brain can process the words. When it does, he isn't quick enough to bite down on the high keen that builds in his throat.
You scoff, mentally scorning yourself for ignoring his shit for so long, then go to pull a lace. Adrian watches in rapt attention as you test its strength, your hands flexing so tantalizingly as you pull the string harshly several times over.
He holds his breath on instinct when your scrutinizing glare scans the room again.
"Okay, bed. Back to the headboard. Now."
Adrian scrambles up immediately, pulling some of the sheets off in his hurry, eager to obey before you change your mind.
You follow right after, kneeling up and leaning over him to tie his hands to the headboard above him. His dry throat click as he gulps.
You're so close, your heavenly scent filling his lungs like a sweet paralyzing vapor, he can feel the heat radiating from your skin despite the clothes between you, he could probably taste you if he just stuck out his tongue...
He whines as you yank the shoelace tight with a grunt before tying it off. You tug on his hands once more, forcing the string deeper into his skin, and your hum of satisfaction is drowned out by Adrian's low groan.
What a wonderful feeling, the sharp sting of the lace grounding him down like he needs to be; he can't help twisting and pulling until the burn intensifies, imagining it's your firm hands holding him so tightly...
"Jesus, freak, you're already getting into it?"
Adrian just whimpers, barely registering the question past your condescending tone as he continues to squirm.
You suddenly grab the front of his shirt and pull him forward until he's partially hovering off the mattress, the combined pressure of your knuckles under his chin and the shoestring grating his tender wrists pulls a breathy moan along with.
You lean in close, practically growling as you say, "Don't do my job for me, mutt."
You press a relatively fresh bruise on his arm just to see him twitch and bite his lip (itâs actually from a week ago, thatâs how good he is at maintaining your marks for you!). It is pretty gratifying.
Almost as gratifying as the bulge you spot between his wantonly spread legs.
A breathless laugh punches out of you. It's oddly jarring to see, and you would later deny that it's slightly impressive, but it's not an entirely unpleasant sight.
"God, you're fucking pathetic. But you know that, don't you, you little creep?"
If your words weren't enough to have Adrian shaking out of his skin, you lean closer and nip his ear; he jerks back instinctively at the pain, which only makes its sting so much sweeter when you sink your teeth in and pull back.
He doesnât bother trying to keep himself quiet.
âThis isnât even a punishment for you, is it? Is it, you fucking perv?â
Adrian is so far beyond saving face, heâs mostly beyond communication of any kind, so he just shakes his head fervently and grunts and hopes itâs good enough.
âUse your words, mutt.â
He gasps as you yank his throbbing ear, pulling his face closer to yours- oh dear god he can feel your hot breath against his cheeks, every detail of your perfect face so confident and dangerous and ethereal, your sparkling eyes look positively deadly and Adrian is ready to submit himself to their perils-
âAnswer me," your sharp words make his lashes flutter, but he keeps his eyes wide open to stare at your taunting smile hanging just inches from his face, "are you getting off on this?â
He nods, heâs starting to get dizzy with all this nodding but he doesn't feel capable of much else, then you tug his hair back with the most glorious burn-
âAh-Yes! Yes, I love- I love it, please- give me- more- please, I need- I need-â
He cuts off with a choked sound as your fingers slide up his throat and tighten, all too happy to oblige.
"That what you want? You happy now?" You taunt, your breath against the shell of his ear raising goosebumps all over his body.
He tries to nod against your grip, causing you to smirk and push further.
Oh god yes please-
Garbled moans fight their way from his throat as his eyes roll back in ecstasy, his straddled legs pressing tightly together as he thrashes desperately against the headboard, his whole body trembling and pushing up and up in search of contact- but you keep pulling away, putting more pressure on his neck to support yourself, bringing out the most pitiful little whimpers.
"Use your words, puppy."
Puppy.
Adrian chokes for reasons entirely unrelated to your hand on his neck. His tail, which had been beating a rapid tempo since you sat him down, starts flailing into overdrive.
It takes considerably more effort, but Adrian needs to please you- maybe youâll even reward him!- so he coughs and gasps until he can force out,
"Y-Yes,â a strained cough, âTha-agh-thank- you-"
A smile curls your lips unbidden. Such initiative! You let your fingers stroke over his throat as your hand presses in harder.
"There, that's a good boy."
Adrian's vision whites out.
Heâs not even aware of the stream of whines and moans that force their way from beneath your fingers, he doesn't notice how his body squirms against the pressure of you on top of him, he couldn't tell the frantic thumping of his tail from that of his heart- all he can focus on is the red hot ecstasy filling every inch of him to bursting, the transcendent bliss of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely controlled, so wholly owned by you.
He's still hiccupping moans and thumping his tail when you withdraw your hand for fear of suffocating him, these needy little noises escaping his already bruising throat.
His head lolls back and his mouth falls open as you remain suspended above him, taking in your handiwork.
Heâs so vulnerable, his entire body open and happily exposed to you, every muscle trembling in the aftershocks. His chest heaves as sweat and tears drip down onto his shirt, but he seems to pay no mind as his vacant eyes flutter up at you. He struggles to keep them open as a dopey grin spreads across his bitten lips, and you have to bite your own to stop from returning it.
Then, your eyes travel down to the steadily shrinking tent of his pants, now adorned with a dark wet stain- just like you expected.
Hot.
"Pathetic."
You sit back on you heels, seemingly alerting Adrian to your absence as his hand flies up to grab his throat with a high whine- but you cut that shit off right away.
"Yeah, no, I'm not trying to catch a murder charge tonight, thanks. Besides," your eyes pointedly flick down between his spread legs, causing his face to heat up though he makes no move to close them, "it looks like you got more than your share- frankly, you should be grateful for anything I'm willing to give you."
Adrian's voice is hoarse when he tries to insist, "I am! I-" he cuts off with a heavy cough, which only has you wincing with guilt a little. "I'm- I'm grateful. I am!"
You don't doubt it, especially looking into those watery, red-rimmed puppydog eyes of his. However, you do like to be cruel, and you did just get a bunch of texts from some of your friends about this 'super crazy thing you don't wanna miss and you gotta get down here right now!', (and you're maybe feeling a little uncharacteristically giddy as you fully process your situation) so...
"Doesn't matter, I can't reward this insolence."
You untie the shoelace with a deft tug and slide off the bed without another word.
Adrian just barely stops himself from whining again, the sudden loss of the pressure around his wrists leaving him feeling untethered. He has to dig his nails into his hands as he watches you collect your things (the covered platter lay forgotten on the table, insult to injury), just to keep from reaching out for you.
He wants desperately to follow you, but he can't make his body move for how relaxed and heavy it feels, and he knows it would probably just upset you more anyway- and not in the good way.
âOh, and Adrian?â You slap the doorframe as you hang off of it, and your use of his name has Adrian's groggy head springing up to face you instantly, ears high and eyes hopeful.
âNext time you want a picture of me, just ask. That way I can knock some sense into you right away.â You tap the frame again, a crooked grin fixing your lips before you push off.
âSee ya tomorrow!â
Still too fuzzy to move, and in fresh shock from that almost-genuine smile, he can only listen forlornly as your steps grow fainter and fainter until the door shuts downstairs. Then, he's helpless to do anything beyond replay the events of the past ten minutes in obsessive detail in attempts to permanently document every single sensation you gave to him.
He only manages to move about a half hour later, when his phone buzzes with a text.
He slowly leans over the bed and lifts his phone from the floor, blinking blearily as he reads... your name. Attached to a ludicrously extravagant lunch order for tomorrow.
The phone drops from his fingers like lead.
How?
His heart starts racing as he wracks his brain to recall when you put his number in your phone- then, his tail starts up again as he wonders if he'll be punished for already having yours in his (not for anything weird! he just likes to type out walls of text complimenting every part of you and telling you exactly the ways he wants you to destroy him and then deleting them- but maybe he'll send the next one).
It must mean something good if you want to keep in close contact with him, right? That must mean you aren't really mad at him, right? That must mean you like him, right? You still think heâs a good boy, right?
Another text lights up his phone. He scrambles to grab it back, hands shaking as he holds the screen close to his face.
[ur gnna b my bitch 4evr now]
A shaky giggle escapes him.
Those are easily the most beautiful words heâs ever read.
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Stray Kids Reaction || They Have A Praise Kink
SKZ x GN!Reader
â€Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024
â€MASTERLIST
a/n: Iâve tried to make these all as different as possible! I hope that this is okay for you!
CHAN: The two of you lay in bed cuddled close together with your head resting on Chan's chest, it had been a long day today for him and you couldn't have been prouder than you were right now.Â
"You did great today, baby," You whispered as you traced your fingers over his chest and smiled. But Chan's heart rate began to pick up and his hands were starting to get clammy,Â
"You okay? Your heart is...racing," You placed your hand flat on his chest before smirking to yourself as you realised what was happening.
"Do you...like it when I praise you, Channie?" You arched an eyebrow before sitting up straight in the bed and looked at him as he blushed bright red.
"Oh baby, we're going to have a lot of fun with that." You teased before kissing him softly and making him chuckle. MINHO: "All I'm saying is, you might wanna re-read the recipie," Minho said as he watched over your shoulder, you were cooking the two of you dinner tonight and you'd found a recipe online you hadn't tried before.
"Can you just be a good boy and pass me the paprika?" As soon as the words left your throat the air in the kitchen turned thick and dead silent, you frowned slowly turning around to see your boyfriend frozen in place.
"Minnie?" You whispered as you watched him closely, his cheeks were flaming bright red and he appeared to be stammering over his words a little as he tried to speak back to you.
"Did you like that?" You inched closer to him as he looked at you, nodding silently as you smirked a little.
"Do you have a praise kink, baby?" As you ran your hand over his cheek he nodded once again, not able to form any kind of words just yet.
"Good boy," You whispered before he let out a small whimper, relaxing against your touch. CHANGBIN: It had been weeks of non-stop work for Changbin until he finally it was complete, the album was ready for everyone to hear and it was being released in less than a week,
"Hey, what are you doing here?" He chuckled nervously as you walked into his studio with a basket full of food. It was his final day of working and you were going to be damned if you didn't bring him something to eat.
"I'm bringing food for my man, you did so well baby I'm so proud of you." You smiled as you unpacked the basket of food onto the small coffee table, glancing at your boyfriend who was now blushing.
"You are?" He stuttered turning around in his chair and looking at you, you smirked a little as you walked closer to him and ran your hand through his hair.
"I'd had a sneaking suspicion that you had a praise kink," You whispered before leaning down and kissing him gently on the lips.
"Now be a good boy and come and eat with me," You told him as he rushed to get up from the chair and sit with you on the floor to eat. HYUNJIN: "You've been locked up in here for days," You told Hyunjin as you looked around his mini art studio, smiling as you saw the piece he was working on. It was a huge landscape piece of a farm, something he'd seen when the two of you had gone on a drive together. You walked toward your boyfriend and ran your hand over his back,
"It's looking really good though, you always do so well baby." You didn't need to see his face to know that he was blushing since his ears were now turning bright red.
"You like that?" You cooed, running your hand over his back again and letting out a soft laugh as he began to blush.
"I-I do."
"You want me to tell you how much of a good boy you are?" You added, kissing the back of your boyfriend's neck as he whimpered and nodded his head eagerly. JISUNG:
You knew about Jisung's praise kink, in fact, everyone knew about it but you were the only one who ever acted on it with your boyfriend. Including tonight, the boys were having a game night and you were desperate for some time alone with your boyfriend,
"You're such a good boy, Jisung," You whispered in his ear, only lowly enough for him to hear you instead of the others in the room.
"W-What?"
"You did so good today and I'm so proud of you," You added, running your hand up and down his arm as he whimpered a little, glancing at you.
"Shall we go back to mine and relax a little?" You arched a brow at him and he nodded at you, slowly licking his lips.
"Y-Yes, Yes."
"Good boy," You laughed softly as he rushed to get up, ignoring the guys as they asked where the two of you were going.
FELIX:
"I did it!" Felix screamed from his seat making you jump, you glanced over at his screen to see "Victory" plastered across it and you smiled. Felix had been trying to beat the level he was on for months now and you couldn't have been happier for him,
"You did it, baby, you're incredible!" You weren't stupid you'd noticed the signs that Felix had a slight praise kink and you'd been trying out small praises for weeks now.Â
"I-I am?" He blushed, looking back at you his game completely forgotten in the moment as you nodded at him.
"You're the best, I'm proud of you." You told him as he moved to come and crawl onto the bed with you, snuggling into your arms as you continued to praise him.
SEUNGMIN:
You knew Seungmin was in a bad mood, Felix had text you beforehand and let you know your boyfriend wasn't in the best of moods after the performance that they'd had tonight. All because he'd messed up on one note in the song,
"Baby you did great, please don't beat yourself up," You told Seungmin as you cuddled into his chest. Seungmin was refusing to talk to anyone, not even you,
"I fucked up, I ruined the song." He mumbled harshly to himself before you cuddled closer to him, kissing his chest softly.
"You did great baby, you always do. Every performance you always outdo the last and you're the best at what you do." You told him as his heart rate began to pick up.
"Yn..."
"No, let me finish. I have never been more proud than I am right now, you messed up but you didn't stutter on that stage you powered through and did so well!" You praised making him stutter and snuggle closer to you, unable to fight you back on it.
"Your praise kink is adorable." You whispered before kissing the top of his head softly.
JEONGIN:Â
Jeongin had been abnormally anxious lately and it was starting to worry you, all you wanted to do was comfort him and tell him everything was going to be okay. He had a massive interview that was broadcast live and he had to speak English, something he was very anxious about but he'd done it. As soon as he made his way over to you, you threw your arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"You did great baby! I'm so proud of you!" You yelled while jumping up and down with him on the spot,
"I-I'm...I did it," He blushed hugging you back as you continued to sin his praises in his ear, and you stopped when you felt his heart race increasing.Â
"Oh, I can't wait to explore that more when we're home," You teased, kissing him softly before whispering how proud of him you were once again.
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truth, drink or dare / colby brock
summary: colby and sam convinced you and tara to join them in a new version of their usual truth or drink videos and it takes a turn when you confess the truth and get dared.
warnings: 18+, alcohol, getting drunk, mentions of sex, kissing, cursing, sexy thingssss (not proof read x)
(let me know if you want a part two or send in a request! x)
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
âwhatâs up guys, itâs sam and colby!â sam exclaimed loudly, clapping his hands together before rubbing them and sending the camera a small grin. âweâre doing the dreaded video once again,â he groaned, thinking of how the previous times were so bad the hangover lasted for a week.
colby hissed playfully, shaking his head in disbelief as to why they were still agreeing on doing this. he raised a finger, âi donât know why we said yes, but!â he spoke up, âtoday we have two lovely ladies joining us today to make it a bit more bearable!â
âoh really! whoâs that?â you asked them playfully as you sat up straight on the couch, smushed in between colby and tara. âi canât fucking believe weâre doing this.â
tara shook her head, âi feel sick already, this is such a bad idea.â
sam reached over to gently pat both of you and tara on the head, âwe took you out for lunch! itâs the least you can do for your best friends after that.â
colby laughed, leaning back onto the couch as he stretched an arm across the head rest. he gently scratched your head to get your attention, sending you a reassuring smile. you werenât sure what it meant, but the gesture was sweet and it made you smile back at him either way.
âsince weâve done truth or drink quite a few times,â colby explained, âsam and i decided it would be fun to switch things up and add another option to it; dare. this means that you can choose between truth or dare, and if you donât wanna do either of âem, you take a shot.â
âof water,â you added quickly, pointing towards the camera, âweâre not daydrinking and you shouldnât either!â
your three friends laughed and colby leaned backwards to reach for the bottle of tequila he hid behind the couch, as well as four shot glasses. âi got you girls your own new heart shaped shot glasses to make things a bit more.. cute.â
your mouth fell agape as well as taraâs as colby handed you both a shot glass, âoh this is adorable,â you chuckled, âi hope it fits less than your normal ones.â
sam snorted as he let out a laugh, âwe tried them out before, fits the same amount. sorry sweetcheeks, but youâre fucked.â
sam had pulled up their shared instagram, quickly scrolling through the multiple questions and dares before closing his eyes and letting his thumb stop on one of them. âalright so the plan is, weâre gonna roll a dice. if the dice lands on an uneven number, everyone answers the truth. if it lands on an even one we all agree on one person to do the dare - just a quick heads up!â
you let out a small sigh, brushing a lock of your bangs out of your face before tapping your nails against the empty shot glass - waiting for sam to stop giggling at the first question. you knew these type of videos were the rowdiest ones and loved to watch them be honest or get shitfaced - but that was until now, when you were actually a part of the video and had to spill your guts as well.
colby noticed how you shifted in your spot right next to him, your bare knee brushing his jeans covered one.
you had been in a few of their investigation videos and challenges so the fans were fully aware of the way the boys had you in their lives as a real good friend. since colby had always been good with girls and flirted with nearly every single of them it wasnât new to the viewers when he sometimes placed a hand on your thigh or wrapped an arm around your shoulders - hell he even made sexual and dirty minded jokes with you involved.
that became normal for the two of you way too quickly but you werenât sure if he was just jokingly flirting with you sometimes or if there was a hint of truth behind his words and actions.
âokay!â sam yelled loudly, shaking you out of your trance from where you were fiddling with the thin silver ring on your middle finger, âletâs just take a shot to start off the game,â he said as he poured all of your glasses, joining them together in a toast before all of you slammed the tequila backwards. âugh,â you exclaimed with a face, âokay, t, you start since youâre the youngest.â
your best friend leaned forward slightly to roll the dice onto the table, âlord have mercy on me,â the short dark haired girl joked, letting go of the small dice. âit landed on 5! wait, that means everyone tells the truth, right?â
colby nodded as he rubbed his chin, letting his ankle rest on his knee as he crossed them. because you were so cramped up on the small couch, you took advantage of the fact that you now had a bit more space to rest your arms elsewhere instead of having them cramped in between colby and tara, and folded your hands together to rest onto colbyâs knee.
âpicture your crush or someone youâd like to hook up with,â sam started after he cleared his throat, âwhatâs your favourite body part of theirs?â
âi actually donât have anyone iâm crushing on,â sam spoke up, âbuuut, iâve always been a sucker for when a girl has like a nice body shape and isnât afraid to show it off.â
âshit bro,â colby nodded, âthatâs a good one, iâm gonna have to agree with you on that one.â
you knitted your eyebrows together and shot a look at tara, immediately sitting up. âno fucking way!â you exclaimed whilst turning your body slightly to look at him, âyouâre not getting away with agreeing with sam! choose your own answer or take a shot.â
âyou wouldnât have agreed with it if y/n or me were going for the same answer either,â tara backed you up, wrapping her arms around your shoulders to pull you in for a side hug. âshot or answer, colbs.â
colby groaned, hating how you two were far too sober because he knew that with a few shots in, neither of you wouldâve been onto any rules anymore. âalright! okay,â he shot his hands up in defeat. âiâll answer then. uhm- i think.. imma have to say neck. and collarbones.â
âreally?â sam asked him, his eyes quickly darting to you without you noticing as you were looking at colby. sam noticed how you were wearing a black strapless top after you took off your hoodie before you started the game. he grinned at colby, catching onto what his best friend meant but leaving the two girls in the dark for that matter. âgood choice.â
tara nodded her head, âthat is a really good choice actually,â she agreed, âgod, iâm gonna have to say arms. iâm a sucker for men that have nice arms.â
âevery man in the us is now running towards the gym for you, t,â colby joked, flicking her cheek from where his arm was still spread across the head rest of the couch.
âwhat can i say,â tara shrugged her shoulders playfully, âguess i have that effect.â
all of you laughed at her joke, a sudden flash of anxiety smacking you in the face when you realised you hadnât answered just yet. you werenât scared to answer, but knowing that millions of people were gonna know about some of your deepest secrets made you feel a bit uneasy.
âiâm gonna have to say hands,â you spoke up before anyone was able to ask you what your answer to samâs question was. âi just- i donât know,â you chuckled, âitâs specifically when they know they have nice hands and wear rings-â
you mentally silenced yourself because you felt like you already overshared for the first question. thankfully tara was quick to agree with you, and you got a small laugh from sam and a huge smirk from colby. oh you definitely overshared.
âokay y/n, your turn,â colby handed you the dice, patiently waiting for you to roll it. it was a 3, which meant all of you had to speak your truths once again. âaye!â
all of your eyes went to sam, since all of you were waiting for him to pick out another question. âi have one,â he announced, âhow many shots would it take for you to hook up with the person on your right?â
âsam! did you pick this one because you have a thing for me and finally feel confident enough to let me know?â tara joked, making a kissy face at him.
âabsolutely,â he joked back, âin all seriousness though, i think four? youâre fucking terrifying sometimes.â
it caused you to let out a loud laugh, âsam, sweetie, sheâs a leprechaun- thereâs nothing to be afraid of besides her sarcastic ass remarks and her uppercuts.â
tara sent you a smile before patting sam on the back, âi love you sammy boy, but youâre like my brother anyways so letâs not even think about that,â tara chuckled, swinging her head around to meet your humoured face, âiâd do y/n in a heartbeat, no shots needed.â
the boys hollered loudly as you girls chuckled at their reactions, why was girls loving their friends such a big thing for guys? âoh i love you,â you exclaimed, quickly pecking taraâs puckered lips before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in a hug. âthat is likewise! there ainât no man thatâll ever be enough for us.â
âgot humbled real quick,â colby joked as he shook his head, âso zero shots for you to hook up with tara, how many more do you have to take so i stand a chance?â
you tapped your finger against your chin as you pretended to think, âhm,â you hummed, âgosh, maybe- i donât know? one, maybe two? just for like- liquid courage. colbyâs way too experienced.â
âso youâd make out with him now if that was a dare?â sam asked you, eyebrows raised and an amused look spread across his lips. you obviously had the shot at the start of the game and completely forgot about it. looking at samâs face said enough. he knew exactly what he was doing.
you slightly narrowed your eyes at your blond friend, âare you turning a truth into a dare now?â
âdo you want me to?â he fired back, sitting up straight while he waited for you to answer.
you thought about turning it down, but that would mean you had to take a shot. and even if you did that, the answer to what you wanted was already out the roof when you said it would only take a single shot for you to hook up with colby. or well, in this case it was just a silly little kiss.
not answering sam, you turned your gaze towards colby. he had been waiting for you to answer sam with a knot in his stomach and a slight blush covering his cheeks. when you answered samâs question he was curious to see what you had to say and he was pleasantly surprised.
âoh fuck it,â you mumbled before you grasped colbyâs chin in one hand and leaned more towards him to gently place your lips on his. colby was quick to respond by placing his hand on the back of your head to get you even closer as you two deepened the kiss.
it obviously didnât last long because you were fully aware of the cameraâs rolling and two of your best friends being in the same room hollering at you, but when you pulled back colby was quick to pull you in for another peck.
âi was actually just tryna see how far i could go with teasing you,â sam told you with wide eyes, although very amused, âi did not expect that.â
colby hadnât expected it either. he was looking at you debating it and thought youâd turn it down and take a shot instead, knowing that you didnât want to stir any drama - but he was glad you did. at this right exactly moment he couldnât give a shit about anyone apart from you anyways.
after a while, you figured that the viewers went mental. they had literally asked and dared you everything they wanted to, no holding back on their part. some questions werenât even finished reading before sam grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured all four of you a shot - knowing that neither of you were going to answer.
you mustâve been five shots deep when you sat further back into the couch because tara went to sit om the floor instead, giving you more space to sit onto the couch, so you naturally leaned back and wasnât surprised to feel the side of colbyâs chest against your back.
âso thatâs why the couch was so cramped,â you playfully narrowed your eyes at him, âyour ego is taking up all the space.â
he let out a loud laugh as you got comfy against his chest, leaning your head against his shoulder while you closed your eyes. âhow many more are we doing?â you asked sam, who was now trying to pick a few dares and questions you could at least complete or answer.
colbyâs knuckles softly brushed against your shoulder as he felt you calm down, knowing that alcohol made you a bit sleepy. âhey pretty girl,â he mumbled, causing you to look up at him with a sheepish smile. âdonât fall asleep, hm?â
you shook your head slowly, âiâm trying but youâre just so comfy and soft. you smell so nice as well.â
colby found himself smiling at you oversharing your thoughts once again, âhey,â he took your chin in one hand, âthank you for that,â he chuckled softly, âbut samâs got a few more dares for us now. that okay with you, darling?â
you felt how colbyâs tumb traced your bottom lip and how his stare was focused on you. this moment was much more intimate than the moment you shared before you quickly kissed him earlier that night, and you werenât sure why.
maybe it was because the pressure of having a first kiss was off, or because you just felt extremely attracted to your best friend and wanted to kiss the shit out of him once again.
sam had an amused grin on his facs as he looked around the room, noticing you and colby all mushed up together. âokay love birds,â he announced, âand leprechaun,â he patted tara on the head with a chuckle, âi have a dare for yâall. one person has to lick whipped cream off someone elses body, body part of their choice.â
âdo we have any volunteers?â tara spoke up, sending sam a glare and look to let him keep his mouth shut. âi mean, iâd do it to you y/n, but i donât really like whipped cream.â
âneither do i!â sam chirped up, hands shooting up in defeat, nearly causing him to drop his phone. âyou make your choice while i grab the goods.â
your friends were so see through when it came to trying to couple you up with colby. backing out of dares so you two had to do them, refusing to answer questions by taking a shot after you and colby did speak up about the truth. it was entertaining to say the least, and neither you or colby actually minded.
âalright pretty boy,â you patted his thigh before sitting up straight, âi kissed you, so itâs only fair you treat me back.â
a grin spread across colbyâs face as he nodded his head, âalright, if thatâs how you wanna play it.â
he took the can of whipped cream from samâs grasp as he got up from the couch, motioning you to stand up with him. you werenât sure why, but you obliged either way.
colby brushed your hair behind your shoulders with one hand as the other shook the can of sticky sweetness. you let out a chuckle as he flipped the cap off, âalright,â he mumbled, starting his line of whipped cream on your left collarbone before dragging the can towards your right one. âthatâs a lot actually.â
âcanât put it back in the can anymore,â you laughed softly, noticing how colbyâs eyes were trained on your neck. and collarbones.. holy shit.
your eyes widened slightly when you finally put two and two together, understanding that when you all were telling each other about favourite body parts, colby was not talking about collarbones and necks in general - he was talking about yours.
funnily enough, you had been talking about hands with him in the back of your mind.
his hands were steady on your waist, slightly pulling you forward to get easier access to your collarbones. he started off on the left, his tongue slowly dragging across your upper chest. you found it so hard to not let your head fall back and let a moan slip from your lips as you felt his tongue glide against your soft skin.
âoh this is hot,â tara exclaimed, clapping her hands together while watching colby trace down the whipped cream.
his thumbs softly pressed into your waist when he looked back up to meet your gaze. you chuckled, reaching up to get some of the stickiness off his chin. âyou didnât catch it all.â
he shrugged nonchalantly, âwe have an entire can left pretty girl,â he teased, âwho said i was done already?â
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Hi! Would you write a smut fic about getting high with Mattheo?
R U High Mineâ„Mattheo Riddle
summary: you come back from the holiday's with some weed for you and the boys. When you and Mattheo smoke while showing him some songs, it get's a little heated between the two of you.
warnings: Filthy smut yasss, getting high, so drugs/weed, smoking, best friends to lovers, making out, vocal mattheo (ugh), dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, aftercare, mattheo calling reader slut and whore
note: I saw this in the car and had an immediate idea how to write this, had much fun. Thank you for the request I hope you like it. đ
song: I recommend listening to the song "R U Mine" or "Why'd you only call me when you're high" by Arctic Monkeys, trust me babes. Or hear the playlist "Are you high mine" from my Spotify.
The boys and Pansy already waited for me in the common room as I arrived at Hogwarts again. It was like Christmas for them, knowing I would always bring them their favorite treat after the holiday's.
I smiled at them, knowing they were thinking the same as me as they smiled back at me. "Y/n!" Pansy was the first to stand up and hug me. From all the people I called my friends, I was closest to her. " Hey Pansy, how are you?" I asked, letting my bags fall to hug her back.
"I'm great! We're waiting for you girl. Everyone's here already." she giggled as she let go of me so I could great the rest.
I gave everyone a hug, at last Mattheo, who kissed my cheek. " How are you princess?" he asked, scanning my face. " I'm good Matt, thanks." I smile at him and sit beside him on the armrest. " What about you?" " Fine now that you're here." I rolled my eyes playfully at his answer.
"You know we're all happy to see you y/n, but do you have it?" Draco asked, shifting impatient in his seat. I think from all of us, he was the one with the most need for it. He was constantly on the edge, maybe even worse If it wasn't for Pansy who comforted him the best she could. He had all the pressure of his father on his shoulders and It was clear to see what it did to him. So a little smoke from now and then did good for him.
"Of course I have it, how could I forget when all of you reminded me the whole 2 weeks of it in each letter you wrote?" I say sarcastic, with a little smirk on the edge of my lips.
I grabbed my purse and pulled out a big black bag with already little packed baggy's, also black so you couldn't see what's in it, for each of them.
"Oh my god it's more than usually, right?" Enzo said, gawking at the little bags in my hand. I chuckled as I gave each one of them their own little bag so they could divide it up for the next few weeks.
"Yeah it is indeed more than usual. Got a good prize for it." " Wait let me pay what we didn't give you." Draco said, grabbing into his pockets but I shook my head. " No it's good. I'm friends with him since we were kids." He nodded and opened his bag to smell it, saying "You know I never thought I would say that but I wouldnât have thought I would ever be this happy to have a friend who is part of the muggle world."
I laughed at his comment, before giving the last bag to Mattheo. "I've got something else for you." I grinned at him, knowing he'll love it.
Obviously things like wifi don't exist here so I buyed him an MP3 player with lots and lots of battery's so he could listen to music. This time I brought an CD player and made a few Playlists for him.
His smile got bigger as he saw me pulling it out of my bag. "What's that?" Blaise asked, watching us. " It's an CD Player so you can hear Music a little louder than with headset."
"You wanna hear it?" I ask, Mattheo nodding. " Yeah princess, let's go." He grabbed my bags and gave me my purse. "See you later guy's." I waved at the rest of them.
It became a ritual for us to listen to music every time I came back from holiday's, so the group already knew what's going on.
We walked towards mine and Pansy's dorm we shared which was no issue to her as Mattheo and Draco shared a dorm so she would always go over to Draco's.
"You roll the weed and I'm gonna put on the music mkay? Grinder is in the top drawer." I say while walking towards my desk and putting the CD player on it, putting the battery in it and the first CD I wanted to show him. In the meantime he sat down on my bed and grinned the weed smaller before rolling it into a J.
"Ready." He smiled at me and tapped the place beside him on the bed. "Okay, so this is a band I want to show you, they're called "Arctic Monkeys" and I think you'll love them." Confident I sat down next to him after starting the Music. He lit the J and handed it over to me. "Here, you go first." "Thanks." I took the first drag and inhaled it deeply into my lungs before grinning and exhaling the smoke. " Oh it's good. Marc didn't disappoint." "Marc huh?" he asked as he took his first drag. " So you two are close or anything?"
I shrugged with my shoulders before laying down on my back. " Kind of, but not as close as I'm with you guys. I know him since I'm a kid, he's also the only one who knows about Hogwarts beside my parents."
He scanned my face as I was talking, slowly dragging his gaze from my eyes to my lips. I saw it but didn't think about it as I slowly but surely felt the weed have an effect.
"Damn, you were right. The music is great. It's a bit..edgy." " Yeah I know but it's great for smoking." I giggle and turn my head back towards the ceiling as the song "Why'd you only call me when you're high" started to play. " That's my second favorite." I tell him, feeling the weed calming me down but also making my senses and nerves more sensitive and reactive.
"What's your favorite?" "It comes after a few songs, just wait, I will tell you."
We layed down a little longer, smoking the J until it was ready and we were high as fuck. "Shit, it feels so good to be like this again." he groans, sending shivers down my spine. I turned my head towards him, seeing him looking at the ceiling.
I always had a crush on Mattheo. I loved when he was all flirty with me, while with nobody other. We both had partners before but I always felt some kind of pull towards him. My eyes scanned him, looking at his sharp jawline at first. I also loved looking at it, made me feel some type of way. Especially when it moved while he smoked.
Suddenly his eyes hit mine and maybe it's the weed but I had a feeling as If there was more in his gaze. Again, he looks at my eyes and then at my lips, licking his own.
Then my favorite song started playing. " That's my favorite." I said, watching him looking to the CD player. I wait a litte before he reacts to it. He breathed out heavily before looking at me. "You know where I would love to hear it?" "No tell me." "When we fuck." he says bluntly.
My eyes widened in shock, not knowing If I imagined things now. Before I could say anything he rolled over on top of me, grabbed my neck and kissed me with passion I've never felt before in my life. I opened my mouth as his tongue licked over my bottom lip. He groaned against my lips and pressed his body even more against mine, letting one hand beside my head to support himself and the other which was at my neck, now wandering over my stomach.
My breathing got faster and heavier due the haze and the arousal I suddenly felt. "Fuck, you don't even know how long I've been wanting to do this." He lowers his head down to my throat in a rush, leaving my lips trembling.
Goosebumps erupted over my skin as I felt his tongue licking my skin and his teeth carefully biting it. " Mattheo.." I moaned and let my hands go trough his hair, pulling on some strands. "What princess? What do you need hm?" he mumbles against my neck.
I arched my back and pressed my hips against his, feeling he's already hard. I gasped at the friction and bit my lip right after. " Need to feel you." "Where, tell me where. I wanna hear you say it." he groans, pressing against my hips.
"Everywhere. Fuck me." I would have never said that so bluntly without the weed, but I'm so grateful that we did smoke.
He growled against my skin, leaving wet kisses all over it before sitting up between my legs and letting both his hands roam over my skin under the hoodie I wore. It didn't take him long before pulling it over my head together with my shirt under it, seeing I was wearing no bra.
His lips parted and a smile formed on them. " You're so beautiful y/n, shit why didn't we do this sooner." His hand wandered up to my chest, massaging them and playing with my nipples teasing them. I mewled at the feeling and arched my back again. " Mattheo please. I need more."
"Don't have to ask me twice, princess." He opened the button of my jeans and pulled them down. He got rid of his clothes too until we were both only in our underwear.
I looked down and saw how big he was, just trough his boxershorts, making me gulp a little. "Don't worry, I'll go slow. Or do you want it rough?" I nodded quickly. " Rough. Fuck me like - " " Like what?" I gulped again before answering in a whisper. " Like a slut." " Oh you mean like my slut? Because after this you'll go nowhere but to me If you need to be fucked. Understood?" Ahh imagine him saying this ugh
I nodded. "Good girl." he said smiling, his voice and words making me even wetter. His fingers slowly stroked over my slip, making him biting his lip and almost moan. "Feel how wet you are you fucking slut? Wet for your best friend?"
I moaned and closed my eyes as he slipped a finger under the fabric and right inside of me. "Fuck, you're so tight. Nobody fucked you good the last few months huh?" I shook my head as I couldn't form any words. " Yeah that's gonna change from now on." He pumped his fingers a few more times inside of me, putting pressure to my clit with his thumb before pulling down his boxer shorts and my slip.
He pressed his tip against my entrance, looking at me. " Ready?" "Yeah.." I breathed out. He slowly pushed inside me, scanning my face, his eyes a little hooded.
My hands grabbed his hair again as he completely bottomed me out. "Oh yes.." I moaned, closing my eyes and parting my lips.
"You feel so good princess." he groaned and started to thrust inside me fast and rough, not thinking twice If someone outside in the common room could hear the bed hitting the wall. I wanted to say something but every word got stuck in my throat at his merciless fucking.
"What huh? Am I fucking you stupid you little whore? Fuck I love this, how fucked out you already look, not even able to speak." he growls into the air.
The only thing I felt was him inside me, thrusting faster and faster every minute that passed. I couldn't concentrate on anything else beside him. "M-mattheo I'm close.." " You wanna cum baby? Beg me like the little slut you wanted to be."
His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I heard his breathing getting harder. "Fuck, please let me cum Mattheo. Please, I'm begging you." I moan loudly as my walls clench around his cock.
"Fuck fuck fuck.." he groaned, thrusting hard one last time before spilling inside me and circling his fingers on my sensitive clit. "Come around my cock baby." And I did. I did so hard that my vision went black for a moment and his name left my lips over and over again.
"Yeah, love how you almost look possessed. Possessed by my cock." he grins down at me, slowly pulling out of me.
I swallowed and looked at him, mind dizzy." "That was so good Mattheo." I said, trying to catch my breath.
"Oh believe me princess, that won't be the last time. You're mine now."
I hope you had fun reading, I had so much fun writing this. đ
Let me know what ya'll think about this hehe. đ
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xoxo Sarah <3
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could you do something like the 24hr karting race and shes a driver for senor frogs, she finishes her stint and then like the new video they couldnt find the bed in the rv or whatever so they go into quadrants and theres only one bed and both her and harry need sleep si they have to share?? sorry im so bad at explaining
Weâll have to share -W2S
words: 1.5k+
warnings: unestablished relationship, spooning.
summary: while filming the annual señor frogs 24 hour go cart race you and Harry end up having to share a bed, but nether of you mind since your both majorly crushing on the other.
notes: hello love!đ€ I decided to write this asap even though I have so many requests but I wanted to get this out before everyone gets over the señor frogs high (If you get what Iâm saying?). Anyways, enjoy!!đđïž
Today I'm driving for señor frogs in the annual twenty four hour go cart race. I woke up early this morning, took a quick shower, got ready, packed a small bag and then set off. It took almost two hours to get to Buckmoore Park and I arrived just after ten, ready for the practice that starts at ten thirty.
I've know the boys for years and are good friends with them all. After they dropped Callux from the team they asked if I would participate this year and after seeing how fun it looked last year I couldn't say no. I've done lots of practice in the last few weeks and I'm actually pretty good. I used to race with my friends for fun when I was younger but that's about all the experience I've had.
When I arrived I parked my car then signed in at the front desk. "Hey! You're here!" Chip's voice echoed through the reception. A smile spread across my face. We shared a quick hug then he walked me to our green room.
Harry, Chris, Will and Freezy stood talking. They turned to me as we entered. "Hi guys!" I set my bag down. I glanced at Harry, he smiled softly at me. They all said their "hello's" then we started talking about the plan for the twenty four hours.
Unfortunately the weather forecast wasn't ideal since it was supposed to rain for almost the entire time but that made it more interesting and fun to watch.
We sent Chip and Plum out for the practice and once that was done it was time for the race to begin. We were starting off with Chris. After getting into our suits all of us walked out onto the track. I pulled mine down so that it rested at my waist and I wore a comfortable black tank top underneath.
Once we'd finished doing some interviews the group headed back upstairs onto the balcony to watch as the race began. As soon as the flag was waved Chris raced over to the cart, accidentally kicking another racer on the way. Harry pushed the cart to give him a boost then he drove swiftly off, along with everyone else.
When twelve am hit it was finally my turn. I suited up and grabbed my helmet. I stepped outside onto the deck, Harry just behind me (who'd already done his first stint, just before Plum went out). "Jesus Christ it's hammering it down." I looked out at the soaked and slippery track. He placed his hands on my shoulder, squeezing. "You'll be fine," he reassured me.
I quickly walked down the stairs, taking a deep breath when I got to the bottom. I looked back up at Harry. He put his two thumbs up. I smiled softly, nodding. "I can do this. Let's hope I don't completely embarrass myself." I thought.
"Nervous?" The camera man asked as I waited. "To be honest I'm shitting myself," I replied with a shaky laugh. Plum pulled in and immediately jumped out, he gave me a quick wave as I passed him. I adjusted the seat insert, got in and then drove off.
As soon as I set off I heard Freezy in the earpiece. He was talking about what place I was and how carful I needed to be on the turns. I could barely concentrate since I was focusing on not spinning out and it didn't help that I couldn't really see out of my visor.
Around an hour in I'd gotten used to it and was now much calmer. I hadn't heard anything through the communications for a while then I suddenly heard Harry's voice. He told me that Freezy had gone for a snooze and that he was replacing him.
"That was really good, one minute nine seconds. Try and keep up that time," he said as I finished another lap. The rain was starting to pick up. "It's so fucking slippy!" I felt as though I wasn't in control, the wheels were spinning everywhere. I just desperately didn't want to spin out and let the boys down.
When I was finally told to come in I felt so relieved. I had no idea what place we were or how I'd done. I practically stumbled out, my legs and bum asleep from sitting in the same position for two hours. I pulled my helmet off as I passed Chip.
When I got to the boys I was met with what seemed to be happy faces. "We're fucking second place in class!" Freezy patted my back excitedly. Harry smiled wildly at me. "I told you you'd be fine." I smiled back at him, relieved that I hadn't fucked everything up.
I was completely soaked so I went to get changed into some comfy clothes that I could sleep in. Plum, Will and Chris had already gone to bed and me and Harry were going to do the same as it was now around two in the morning.
We walked together to quadrants bus, since there wasn't a proper bed in the one Chip had rented and they'd kindly said we could sleep in there's. When we got inside, out of the rain we quietly walked down the hall. I turned to look at him, my eyes slightly wider than a minute ago. "Is there only one bed left?"
"Shit. I think so," he replied before looking around to check again. "What are we gonna do?" I whispered. "Uh- you can have it." My brows knitted together. "No, don't be daft. They're pretty big... we could share?" I was really hoping I hadn't just embarrassed myself.
Harry's face turned red, though I couldn't really tell due to the dim lights. "Uh- uhm- yeah. Okay," he stuttered. I smiled slightly. "Come on then. I'm exhausted."
He got in first. It was slightly awkward since the last bed was at the bottom and practically on the floor. I slid in after, both now on our sides, my back facing his front. Turns out they were smaller than they looked.
Evidently Harry didn't know what to do with his hands, they were sort of hovering over my side. I smirked to myself then grabbed his hand, placing it around me my waist. I shuffled into him comfortably. I felt him physically relax. "You sure this is okay?" He asked quietly. "I'm sure."
I've had a massive crush on Harry since a few months ago when we spent the entire night together at a party nether of us wanted to be at. I laughed more than I had in a while that night and I really enjoyed spending time with him.
I was woken up a few hours later by Chip giggling. My eyes fluttered open and a small tired groan escaped from my lips. "You alright there love? Comfy?" He chuckled quietly, as people were still asleep. I was confused then I realised I was still pressed up against Harry.
Harry shuffled behind me, mumbling something and then shooting up. A loud bang was heard as he whacked his head on the roof of the bed. "Ow." He fell back onto the pillow and brought his hand up to rub his head. Chip laughed even more.
We got out and stood up. I sighed before glancing at Harry. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, he looked slightly uncomfortable. Chip continued to tease us as we walked back to the green room and he immediately told Freezy and Chris that he'd found us asleep together.
"I knew it! You like each other!" Freezy exclaimed, standing up. My eyes widened. "Uh-" "you guessed it," Harry replied, interrupting me. My head snapped over to him. "You like me?" I blurted out. The room fell silent. "Uhm- yeah- yeah I think I do." My face softened. Freezy chuckled with a smirk.
It turns out they wanted Harry to get back in the cart once again, which he wasn't very happy about. But he ended up agreeing and he got back into his suit. I stood next to him on the balcony, both of us leaning our forearms on the barrier as we waited for the signal that it was his turn to go out.
"I like you too. Just so you know." I said, not taking my eyes off the track. "You do?" He turned to me, surprise evident on his face. I looked at him sincerely. "Mhm, ever since that party last month." A smile graced his lips. "So... did you wanna go for lunch or something after this?" He asked. "Are you asking me on a date Mr Lewis?" I teased. He chuckled. I gently nudged his side with my elbow. "I'd really like that."
"Harry! Time to go!" Chip shouted. I glanced at Chip then looked up at Harry, pushing onto my tiptoes and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Good luck!" I whispered. He smirked. "I'll see you in a bit." I nodded before patting his chest.
I watched as he quickly walked down the stairs then I turned to go back inside. I stopped as I noticed Freezy through the window. He raised his eyebrows with a mischievous look on his face. I groaned but I didn't really mind that he'd seen mine and Harry's encounter, all I could think about was the date I was going on in a few hours.
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