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Sorry Won't Fix This
lando norris x fem reader
summary: Lando makes the biggest mistake of his life, bigger than any apology, and you both hoped there was a way to fix it. Unfortunately, you both wished it at different times. (5.5k words)
warnings: angst, cheating, mentions of sex, manipulation, mede up characters, use of Y/N
a/n: I FINALLY WROTE MORE ANGST! This is a long one and I held nothing back. I really did try to make it as hurtful and dramatic as possible and ngl I was inspired by 'Don't worry darling' for a tiny part of this (you'll know when you read it) but anyway, this one does NOT have a happy ending so please let me know what you think!
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You had a terrible feeling, but you were too scared to look into it, terrified you would be right.Â
Truth is, you started feeling like that just a few weeks ago, when you went back to Landoâs apartment to surprise him with lunch and found an empty room and the bed unmade from somebody sleeping on it. Any other day that wouldâve been completely normal, but you had stayed with him the night before and made the bed as soon as you both got up to get ready for your separate plans for the day, leaving a perfectly made bed to come back to.Â
Before that day, you wouldâve never in a million years thought that Lando would cheat on you. He had always been so loving and caring, even before you started dating, and once you officially became a thing, he would constantly remind you how much he loved you, and on special days he was the most romantic person ever, and you always thought that you would spend the rest of your life with him, but now... you didnât want to think about it, but you couldnât bury the thought of him with someone else after it crossed your mind briefly while looking at the messy bed.
Later that night you asked him about it, trying hard not to sound like you were accusing him of something, but his excuse just made you feel worse, your suspicions growing.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked as he inspected his bed, unsure of what was wrong with it.Â
âWell, you know, I made the bed this morning before we left, remember?â
âOh, uh- yeah, I came back to- to take a nap,â he stuttered, not even looking at you.Â
But it kept happening, a few more times.
Things started to change after that; he cancelled the plans you made for when he came back home, he suddenly was too busy every day and your presence might be a distraction for all the things he had to get done for the next race, he was so tired at night he didnât have the energy for anything, and he even asked you to go back to sleep in your own apartment, claiming he just needed to sleep on his own to be comfortable, even though you were used to sleeping together.
Long story short, he was distant; he was never around anymore, and even when he was, you felt like you were missing him. He was just... different, and you were beating herself up wondering what had changed.
He, on the other hand, didnât miss you, seeing he didnât make an effort anymore and he could go days without answering a text or returning a call, ââand it was not because you took a long time to reply; you would always respond in a heartbeat if it was him. If it werenât for all the times you visited him at his apartment when a news outlet brought up that he was back in Monaco to make sure he was doing okay, you wouldnât talk to each other at all.
But today you were feeling hopeful. It was your anniversary, and you had a date night planned â a date he didnât cancel, so you took the entire afternoon to do your nails, your hair, and pick a beautiful dress to wear, his favourite dress. Your makeup took a while, but you still managed to be ready on time for the wonderful night you had ahead, so you made your way to him, your palms sweating when you knocked on the door.
âY/N? What are you doing here?â Was the first thing he asked, wiping her smile off of her face.
âI thought we would go out tonight,â you replied, looking down at your hands to hide your clear disappointment.
âOh- I guess I forgot to tell you but I remembered I have an important meeting tomorrow morning, so Iâm not gonna make it." The door was barely open, and he was standing where the crack was, blocking his apartment as he held the door with a strong grip.
âOkay,â your voice was so faint you barely heard it yourself. âDo you need anything? I could stay here for a couple of hours.â
âNo, donât worry about it. I think itâs better if you leave.â
Tears pricked your eyes, swallowing the small lump forming in your throat. âWhy?â
âWell, Iâm busy with a few things. You know, I have a really early day tomorrow, and you canât really help me with a McLaren meeting, can you?â
You shook your head slowly âI guess Iâm leaving then.â
The tears you had been holding started to fall as soon as you turned around; you could feel your mascara clumping on your eyelashes and forming black streaks down your cheeks, ruining the contour and highlight you applied in hopes of impressing your boyfriend. You ran back to your car and let it all out once you closed the door. You really thought things would be different tonight, but you were wrong.
You started driving to your best friendâs house, desperate to vent about how terrible your relationship was going since you had been keeping a secret from everyone; the last thing you needed was the media to get in the middle of this.Â
âOh my god, Y/N. Are you okay?â Mia asked you when she saw the mascara tears.
You shook your head as you stepped inside, small whimpers leaving your lips as you tried to stop the crying.
âWhat happened?â She took your hand and guided you to the couch.
âLando.âÂ
âWhat about Lando?â
âI think heâs cheating on me." You had never said that out loud, and saying it broke your heart even more. âI wish I was crazy, but the signs... I know he is.â
âIâm not trying to defend him or anything, but what makes you think that?â
âEverything, Mia. He has been acting so... distant. Ever since-â You stopped yourself. You never told anyone your relationship with Lando wasnât doing so well, making up excuses to cover his. You just wanted to hold on to everyone elseâs idea of you two, thinking you were the perfect couple.
âWhat? Have you guys been fighting?â
You took a deep breath before saying, âRemember the last time I stayed over at his apartment?â She nodded in response, âWell, later that day I went back to surprise him with lunch, but he wasnât there and the bed was a complete mess, and you know I always make the bed when I wake up. He said he went back to take a nap, but he was supposed to be with Carlos all morning, and it didnât make sense he had time to come back, take a nap, and then leave again, so I asked Carlos, and they didnât meet at all that day. Is that insane?â
"No, Y/N, of course not.â Mia didnât know what to say; she wanted to comfort you but she didnât know how. âAnd heâs been acting weird since then?â
You nodded, wiping your tears away. âYeah, heâs been pushing me away since that day. Telling me he doesnât have time because heâs so busy with the season, which I understand, but not even answering a couple of texts? And cancelling every date we had planned?â
âIs that what happened today? I thought it was your anniversary.â
âIt is.â You were nibbling on your lip profusely, looking up so tears would stop falling. âI donât know what Iâm gonna do.â
âHave you told him how you feel?â You shook your head again; you hated confrontation, and you were hoping you didnât have to do that. âI think you should go talk to him.â
âRight now?â
âIf not now, then when? You say youâve been feeling like somethingâs off for a while, but you havenât said anything to him.â
âI donât know Mia-â
âIf he is cheating on you then you need to break up with him, you donât deserve to be in that situation, and you deserve to know the truth.â
You inhaled as you considered what Mia just said. She was right, but to be completely honest, you werenât ready yet. âI really want to know, but I can't.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause what if he is?â Tears started rolling down your face again, Mia hugging you tight as soon as it happened. âI love him, and... I just want things to go back to normal.â
âI know you do, but believe me, itâs better if you know.â
You stayed there for a while, but ultimately decided to go talk to him, but you needed to put yourself back together before confronting him. Mia helped you to wash your face and fix your hair, comforting you and offering to stay with you once the two of you were done talking. You accepted; you didnât want to be alone, and Anne, your flatmate, had been going out of town a lot recently, so your apartment was empty, and you knew itâd be a long night.
Once you felt better and ready to talk to him, Mia drove you to his place as you repeated in your head everything you wanted to tell him. You knocked loudly and didnât stop until he opened. He looked annoyed, and you stormed inside as soon as he opened the door.
âWhat are you doing?â
âWe need to talk.â
âAbout what?âÂ
You blinked at him twice. Did he not think you needed to talk? âAbout us, Lando. Whatâs going on?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Okay, now you were mad. âLando, you have been ignoring me for days, and I understand if youâre busy, but it doesnât explain you pushing me away at all times.â
âIâm sorry if you feel that way.â
There was a moment of silence, both of you staring at each other as you tried to remember the questions you were supposed to ask, but none of them seemed to make sense now that you were standing in front of him âThatâs all youâre gonna say?â
âWhat do you want me to say?âÂ
âHow about you tell me exactly whatâs going on?â
You were both raising your voices, but Lando especially. âI told you already, Iâve been busy with the season-â
âI couldâve stayed here with you or gone with you to races if that meant spending more time together, like we have done before.â
âBut why would you want to do that?â
âTo keep you company, maybe?âÂ
âBut all you do is stand around while I do my job.â
âLando, do you know how many weeks Iâve spent away from home just so we can be together? And you donât even care anymore, you didnât even care to say thank you.â
âI never asked you to come,â he mumbled.
You scoffed before shaking your head. âI wanted to, you know I worry about you when you stress yourself out about a race, you tend to overwork yourself-â
âI. Never. Asked. You. To. Come." He interrupted you, his tone punctuated with each word. âI wouldâve been fine without you, I donât need you in my hair at all times." His eyes hardened, his mouth opening to speak again. âDonât you have better things to do?â
âI just- Iâm your girlfriend, I guess I thought you liked to be with me.â
âI do, but you donât have to be so clingy all the time.â
You didnât say anything, hoping you heard it wrong or that heâd apologise, but he didn't. âWhat?â
âYou know, we do everything together and-â
âNo, we used to do things together, not everything." You corrected him.
He took a deep breath, as if he was done dealing with you. âRight. Look, Iâm tired, we can talk tomorrow.â
You nodded, holding back the tears as you walked towards the door. âHappy anniversary,â you said before slamming it closed and running back to Miaâs car.
Lando sat on his couch with his head between his hands for a moment. How could he forget? He took a deep breath as he got up, looking for a ribbon and a gift he bought for you who knows how long ago.
He made his way to Miaâs flat; he assumed you would be there, and your car parked outside confirmed his suspicions, so he knocked on the door a couple of times before saying, âBaby, Iâm sorry. I was caught up in all the things I have to do before leaving, and I didnât realise what day it was." But he got no response. âY/N please, I know youâre here. Will you please talk to me?â
âGo away, Lando.â Mia was the one to yell, making Lando realise he would not be able to fix it, not tonight anyway.Â
âOkay, Iâm leaving this here. I- I love you.â
You called in sick for your job the next day, your sore eyes and pounding headache being the only things you could think about. Well, that and Lando.
You were staring at the gift he bought for your one-year anniversary â what you were supposed to celebrate the day before. It was beautiful, and you couldnât believe he remembered you mentioning it on one of your first dates ever, but it was the letter inside that broke your heart. It looked... unfinished, like he didnât even care enough to give it a proper ending, so you were wondering how long ago he stopped working on it.
The days after that were rough, long nights of wondering what you could have possibly done wrong, but even then you didnât talk to him. He tried to, a couple of times, but you needed a little bit of time.
A couple of weeks went by, and you found yourself alone at your apartment, catching up on the work you missed for calling in sick so many times.
It was your birthday, and Mia insisted a million times you go out and celebrate, clear your head, and forget about Lando once in for all, but somehow it felt wrong; you had made plans with Lando a few months back to bring your family to a race so they could finally meet him, but obviously that wasnât happening anymore, so what was the point of celebrating? You just needed to focus and get things done anyway.
You were thankful that Mia had been for you through it all; you really were, but sometimes crying alone did more for you than having someone tell you âeverything's gonna be okay.' You were tired of hearing that.
Hours later, you found yourself with a cup of coffee to finally catch up on the last project. It wasnât really that much of a workload, and you didnât need to stay up all night to do that, but you were going to anyway. Perhaps you just wanted to be productive, or maybe that was you trying to occupy your mind from the possibility of your boyfriend cheating on you.
You looked at the clock; it was 11:30 PM. You sighed, typing away whatever you were supposed to on your laptop, your eyes sore from staring at it for too long, when a text message interrupted you.
Unknown [Attachment: 1 photo]
Unknown: I heard they have been at it for a while.
That text message induced such a great shock on your tired, worn-out body, tears falling down your face as soon as you read it. You didnât want to open it as you were sure of what this was about, but your curiosity got the best of you.
Tapping on the notification, you prepared yourself mentally to confirm your terrible suspicions. And they were confirmed.
Your vision was blurry from the tears, but you were able to see Lando standing next to his new Ferrari, and he was with someone else, except you couldnât see who it was, the big jacket and a beanie protecting her identity. He was smiling down at her, eyes full of... love? Those green eyes you thought he reserved for you only, but clearly you were wrong. His big hands were around her waist as hers went around his neck, and his lips were stained with lipstick.
You broke down crying, curled up on your bed as you wore one of Landoâs hoodies that still smelt like him. You now knew what the truth was, but you didnât want to accept it. What happened to you two? When did he stop loving you?
It was like your heart was ripped from your chest; all that time you spent together down the drain like it was nothing, like it all meant nothing to him.
You didnât know for how long you cried the night before, but it was now 1 PM and you were just waking up, so you probably cried for hours. There was nothing left you could do to save your relationship, so you made up your mind to break up with him as soon as he came back from the American triple header.
Y/N: We need to talk, just let me know when youâre here.
The message was left unanswered, as usual. You rolled your eyes and put your phone down, returning to your video call with Mia.
âDo you know who that is?â
âNo, sorry.âÂ
You sighed as you sipped your hot coffee âWhat about the number? Do you know who sent the picture?â
âWhatâs the number? Maybe I can ask around to see if any of my friends know.â
You sent her the phone number, along with the picture of Lando and the other girl. âThanks. Donât show anyone that picture thought. Iâm already embarrassed as it is.â
âEmbarrassed? Y/N, he should be the embarrassed one, you didnât do anything wrong.â
âMaybe I did-â
âNo, stop doing that to yourself. We both know itâs not your fault.â
You nodded. âI canât help it. I just donât understand.â
âUnderstand what?â
âWas I not enough? Why did he need to find someone else?â
Mia hated to see you going through that, how you felt like you were not enough or that it all ended because of you, and she hated Lando for causing all of that. âI know itâs hard right now, but I promise youâll understand that none of this is your fault. Y/N youâre amazing, and heâs an idiot for not realising.â
Talking to her made you feel better, but all those terrible emotions came back whenever you looked at the picture again, a million questions invading your mind. How long has he been doing this? Who is she? Does he still love you? What did you do wrong?
A couple of days later, Lando finally replied to your text.
Lando: Just got back. Iâm in my apartment
Your heart sank at the notification; you didnât want to talk to him; you didnât want things to be over. There was still a part of you that hoped everything was just a misunderstanding, hoping he wasnât cheating on you and she was just a friend. But deep down you knew the truth, and the possibility of it being a mix-up was down to zero, and after he made it clear that he didnât want to be in a relationship with you anymore, you decided to fulfil his wishes.
It was a long drive to his home; it felt longer than usual, but maybe you were just dreading the conversation you knew was about to happen.
You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, Lando opening it almost right away.
"Hey,â he said faintly, worried he got caught.
âHi.â You entered the apartment you once thought you would move into and looked around. You had been there a million times, and so many of those times were special little moments you shared together, but right now it felt like you were disconnected from the space. âHow was the triple header?â
âNot great- I donât know. It was messy, I guess." He tried to give you a smile but stopped himself when he noticed your stare full of fury. âWhat did you want to talk about?â
Seriously? âIâm breaking up with you." Your voice was weak, but you did not dare let a tear slip past your waterline; he didnât deserve to see you cry.Â
âWhat?â The shock in his eyes looked so real that you almost believed him âWhy?â
âDid you really just ask that?â
âSo thatâs it? Weâre over?â
âLando, come on, weâve been over for a while." You stepped closer to him, pain and anger written all over your face as the tears struggled to stay on your eyes. âWe didnât even feel like a couple anymore. Lando, you forgot our anniversary, and that day you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me. And to think I planned a beautiful night for us and bought you a great gift. Do you have any idea how stupid I felt?âÂ
âI didnât know you were feeling like that.â
âOf course not, when have you ever listened to me anyway?â
Lando rolled his eyes âOkay, I understand, but we donât have to break up, I already explained what happened that day, I was busy and completely lost track of time.â
âAnd I guess she doesnât have anything to do with this?â You showed him the picture, his demeanour changing immediately.
âY/N, I- Iâm sorry, baby, Iâm so sorry." His eyes and his voice softened as he tried to reach for you, but you turned around and wiped the tears that managed to leave your eyes, a million questions flooding your mind again.
âSo itâs true." You were just confirming to yourself what you already knew. Anger and pain washed over your body. Why her? Why her when youâve been nothing but perfect to the man you loved the most?
âBaby, I can explain.âÂ
You turned around to face him again âWho is she?â He shook his head, his eyes begging you not to make him say it while yours watered, âWho is she?â You repeated.
âYou donât wanna know.â
âWhy? Cause I might find out youâre cheating?â
A few tears started to roll down his face, his hands desperate to hold yours. âI canât.â
âWhy not?â
âCause youâre gonna hate me even more." You stared at him, even more tears falling as you tried to think who the girl could be.Â
âDid you two- did you sleep with her?â His nod was barely perceptible; if you didnât already know the answer, you wouldâve missed it. Maybe he was right; maybe itâd be better if you didnât know.Â
âIâm sorry, baby, Iâm so sorry.â
âStop it.â
âI know I fucked up, but she doesnât mean anything to me, I swear.â
âShut up, Lando. I just⊠I donât understand.â
âLet me explain-â
âAnd I donât care how many times you apologise, how do you expect me to forgive you?â You took a couple of steps back, trying to figure out what caused him to do such a thing. âEven if we stayed together and got married and started a family, how can I ever look at you and not think about that?â
"Baby, I want all of that, I want the rest of my life with you, like we talked.â
âThat was before you ruined everything.â
âI know what i did is wrong-â
âWrong?â
âBut we can work this out.â
âWhat? No, Lando, stop.â
âJust give me another chance, please.â
âIs that why you've been so distant, huh? Was she here on our anniversary?â Lando didnât say anything, and the flashes from Lnadoâs knuckles turning white from holding the door closed that night creeped your mind. Your heart ached so much that every time you breathed deeply, it was scorching you to the core âHow could you do that?â
âI shouldnât have done that, Iâm sorry.â
âStop apologising.â
âYou know I didnât mean it.â
âJust stop⊠god.â
âY/N just hear me out, I swear it only happened once.â
âAre you fucking kidding me? I know thatâs not true. Do you know how many times I came to an unmade bed? And how many excuses you made?â He stayed silent. âI donât care how many times it happened, you still did it and nothing is gonna change that.â
âI know.â
âYouâve been hurt before, right? What if I was the one cheating? Would you just forget it ever happened and come back to me?â Once again, he didnât say anything. âNo. Of course you wouldnât. Lando, how could I ever forget what you did? Or everything you said to me when we were fighting, and the fact that you lied and- and cheated-â
âBut you came all the way here.â
âBecause I care, and you... you never cared, you never tried-â
âI care, I care so much. Baby, please, you have to believe me." He tried to reach out to you, but you pushed his hand away.
"No, you donât, and if Iâm here, itâs because I know after this weâll never see each other again, weâll never talk again and this just has to end.â
âBut I donât want it to end.â
âWell, you ended it when you cheated on me.â
He stared at you for a moment before continuing. âBut⊠I want you, she didnât mean anything to me." He approached you again, his hope growing a little when you didnât stop him. He put a strand of hair behind your ear, softly brushing your cheek. âI know I fucked up but I canât go on without you, I just can't.â
âWell you have, countless times while I was left in the dark wondering if I had done something wrong, crying myself to sleep when I couldnât get a hold of you, Lando, and in the meantime you were with her.â
âIâm sorry-â
âAnd you have the nerve to say all that shit to me, acting like I was suffocating you when in reality I was trying to save us!â You pushed him away.
âIâm so sorry.â
âNo, youâre not.â
âY/N, Iâm sorry, please letâs talk about it.â
âFine, letâs talk about it. Was she worth it?â He shook his head, ready to leave his pride behind as he kneeled in front of you and grabbed one of your hands. âWhat are you doing? Stop.â
âI promise it was an accident, it wonât happen again.â
âAn accident? Lando, are you hearing yourself right now?â
âPlease, donât let me go." The grip on your hand tightened, pulling you closer to him.
âIsnât that what you wanted?âÂ
âNo. I donât want anyone else, I want you, Y/Nâ
âYou donât have to worry about me anymore.â
âBut everything I said... I meant it, I love you Y/N and every second weâve been together has meant everything to me. Baby, you have to understand.â
âLiar.â
âIâm not lying, you know Iâm not." You pushed his hand away, rolling your eyes when another tear rolled down his face. âI know I donât deserve it but please... just one more chance and I can fix this.â
âGive you a chance? I gave you a chance when I believed your excuses, when I forgave you for cancelling every date we had planned, when I tried to understand why you locked me out, and when I almost forgave you for forgetting our anniversary, I gave you so many fucking chances!â
âBut I swear it wasnât like that, she meant nothing.â
âYouâre unbelievable⊠god, what are you saying?â
âJust think about how great we are together,â he said, trying to hold your torso, but once again you stopped him.Â
âLando, stop that.â
âWeâre a great team, arenât we? We understand each other so well, we know each other better than anyone else, god, Iâll do anything, I swear.â
âNo, itâs not gonna work.â
âYes it will, and Iâll make sure of that.â
âNo.â You were having a hard time blocking out how much love you still had for him, but you werenât forgiving him; there was no way.
âI swear I donât want anyone else." He held your hands and started kissing them, his lips giving you a sense of home that you missed. "Y/N, please, I love you.âÂ
You nodded weakly as you started crying again.
âYou know I love you and I would do anything for you." He continued kissing you, a few tears falling on your hands. âDo you still love me?â
âI love you... Lan-â You released one of your hands from his grip, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your face.
âSee? It will work, we will make it work." You shook your head; you were feeling stupid for almost falling for that. "Baby, look at me, itâs going to be okay, I promise.â
A moment of silence fell into the room as you collected your thoughts again, and he just looked at you hopeful that he could get you back. âWho is she?â You dared to repeat the question as you looked at him again.
He didnât say anything for a few seconds, his voice barely above a whisper when he finally answered. "Annie.â
Annie, your flatmate Annie. She had never met Lando before you, and she wasnât interested in who he was when you first told her you started dating him, so you were the reason they knew each other for all those times he picked you up from your place, and even then you never considered them to be friends; they barely exchanged any words when they ran into each other. You felt betrayed on a whole new level, not only by Lando but by her too. You had lived with her for so long, literally since the day you moved to Monaco, so you thought of her as one of your closest friends; how could she do that? And these past weeks, when she had been mourning your relationship with Lando, she was there the whole time, and she knew exactly what was happening.
âHow long?â
You were getting annoyed at how long it was taking him to answer your simple questions. âThe day we went to meet my parents... I drove to your apartment to pick you up, but you werenât there yet.â
âSo you did it at my place?â It wasnât really a question, and you felt even more disgusted at the thought of them in your own home.
âIt was one moment of weakness.â
âOne moment of weakness?â He nodded, his hands now holding on to your hips. âBut it didn't stop there, did it?â
âIâm sorry.â
You swiped the tears away as you prepared to ask the question you had been asking yourself for weeks. âWhat does she give you that I can't?â
Lando shook his head quickly. âNothing, youâre everything I could ever ask for.â
âThen why did you do that?â
He didnât have an answer; he didnât really know how it happened or why it kept going, but he couldnât deny he was enjoying it before he got caught. âI donât know." He whispered.
âDo you love her?â
âNo, of course not. I love you." He was holding you tighter, convinced that if he held you long enough, you would want to stay.
âOh my god, Iâm so stupid.â
âYou know it didnât mean anything, it was a mistake-â
âGet your hands off me, Iâm leaving,â you said as you tried to free yourself.
âBaby, please donât leave, you have to hear me out.â
âLando, let go. I donât wanna be here." Your words struggled to come out from how much you were crying.Â
âPlease donât, I donât wanna let you go." He looked up at you, his eyes begging for forgiveness. âLetâs just talk about it, yeah? Let me explain.â
âSave it, Lando, itâs over.âÂ
âIâm sorry, I wonât do it again. This is obviously my fault, so Iâll do whatever it takes to get you to stay, just please, one more chance is all Iâm asking for.â You finally freed yourself, and your only goal was to go back to your apartment and cry all your pain away. You turned around and headed to the door; his hand tried to come to stop you, but you flinched away. You couldnât bear to hear another word from him. "Baby, please, I love you.â
You turned around to face him one last time, spotting Lando still on his knees in the middle of his living room. âSo youâve said, but how can you hurt someone you claim to love so much?â He was about to say something, but you didnât wanna hear it. âThereâs nothing you can do to get me to stay, you threw everything away.â
âI know, my love, but-â
âIâm gonna leave and youâre gonna stay here, just⊠leave me alone, I donât ever wanna see you again.â
You exited the room, leaving Lando alone and a complete mess. He regretted what he did, and he wanted to think that if you would just give him a chance to explain himself, youâd forgive him. But he knew that would never be the case and that his mistake was bigger than any apology; you were right to leave him.
He stared at the door for too long, taking in every emotion he was feeling: remorse, anger, pain, agony... he just felt like life was being sucked out of his body because he ruined the most important part of it, and thereâs no one to blame but himself.
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revenge | s.j
in which you get your revenge on jake after the time he overstimulated you with a vibrator.
pairing: jake x fem!reader
includes: sub jake, use of sex toys (vibrator), overstimulation, drooling and crying kinda, cumming multiple times, kinda bondage (lmk if i missed anything).
jake was so pretty. absolutely exhausted jake who just wanted to cuddle with you and go to sleep was too, too pretty.
you just had to have your fun with him.
besides, he shouldâve seen it coming. heâd done the same thing to you last week.
you were tired from a long day of work and classes and jake thought it was the perfect time to absolutely torture you with a vibrator. he made you cum so many times, youâd lost count, but you were so oversensitive that it hurt.
that night, you couldnât wait to get your revenge.
and then it was time: when jake was so sleepy and dazed, bound to go along with what you say until he would realize what was happening.
âbaby,â he said softly as you started nipping his jawline, clearly trying to get his attention. âiâm too sleepy.â
âi know,â you mumbled, your lips pressed against his neck, âbut i wanna have some fun.â
jake looked down at you, his sweet, sweet girl. he never wanted to deny you of the things you wanted, even when he was as tired as he was.
âi just donât know if i can do anything, sweetheart,â he said. âyou can hump me or ride my thigh if you want. just donât be mad if i fall asleep.â
âno, jake,â you whined, trailing your hand down his bare torso. âyou need to have some fun with me too.â
you grabbed his cheek and attached your lips to his before he could even realize you were doing it. he instantly melted into the kiss, sighing against your lips and bringing his hands up to your hair.
âso needy,â he mumbled against your mouth.
he couldnât see it since his eyes were closed, but you rolled your eyes. you were needy, sure. needy to see him get what was coming for him.
testing, you dragged your hand down to cup his bulge, feeling if he was hard yet. you werenât surprised to find that he was. it never took him very long, even when he insisted he was too tired.
you stroked your hand up and down his clothed erection for a minute, getting him worked up enough that he would actually want to cum and take back what he said about being too tired.
you knew he was at that point when you pulled away from him entirely and he pouted at you, his facial expression asking why you stopped.
saying nothing, you reached into the bedside table drawer and pulled out the fully charged bullet vibrator heâd used on you last week. jakeâs face remained expressionless, not catching on to what was going on. he really was tired.
you set it on the bed and went back over to jake, pulling his pants down to his knees. heâd forgone underwear since he was just going to sleep, his cock springing out and slapping against his stomach. he was fully hard, his tip a light pink color and drooling a bit of pre cum.
for a moment there, distracted by the sight of his dick, you forgot all about your plan for the vibrator. you wrapped your hand around his shaft and started slowly jerking him off, watching his face contort with pleasure.
it was only when you felt him twitch in your grip that you remembered your mission.
you let go of him, much to his displeasure, picking the vibrator back up. he watched you turn it on, the humming sound of it suddenly filling your shared bedroom.
âwhat are you doing?â he whined, lolling his head to the side. âjust make me cum and let me go to sleep.â
you scoffed. he was such a brat, it only made you want to use it on him even more.
âi will make you cum,â you assured. âjust close your eyes.â
âiâll fall asleep if i close âem,â he said.
âyou wonât,â you assured him.
he sighed and closed his eyes, immediately becoming more relaxed. his shoulders slumped and his facial features softened.
you didnât waste any time and brought the little pink vibrator right to the tip of his leaking cock.
jake jolted in shock, his eyes flying open.
âwhat the hell?â he almost yelled. âwhat are you doing?â
âhaving fun,â you answered.
he reached out to grab your wrist but you stopped him with a menacing glare.
âtry to stop me and iâll tie your hands up,â you warned.
ây/n, please,â jake huffed, staring down at you running the vibrator around his tip. âyouâre not using your vibrator on me.â
âyou did it to me first,â you reminded him. âyou used it on me until i was shaking and begging you to stop. and iâve been thinking about getting back at you everyday since.â
âiâm sorry!â jake cried out, tossing his head back in either frustration or pleasure, or both.
he couldnât deny that it felt good. for such a small vibrator, the pressure was there. he could feel it intensely pulsating against his tip, pushing out more and more beads of clear precum. youâd only just begun and he was already so messy.
âiâm sure,â you mumbled, gathering some of the precum with your other hand.
jake bit his lip, feeling a warmth spread in his stomach and he knew he was already close. it hadnât been very long but his sensations were heightened from his exhaustion.
âiâm close,â he told you.
you didnât stop or slow down. in fact, you ran the vibrator down from his tip to his shaft and back up, his balls tightening from the unfamiliar sensation. his back arched in a way that was so pretty, your eyes widening from how affected he was by the vibrator.
âgo ahead,â you said. âgo ahead and cum for me.â
with that, his jaw fell slack and he groaned loudly as ropes of cum spurted out from his tip, which was a slightly darker pink than itâd been when you started.
âmmm, fuck,â he moaned, head tossed back and hips thrusting up slightly to ride out his high. âoh, yeah.â
a sheen of sweat covered his chest and his rosy cheeks. his chest rose and fell rapidly with little gasps of air. he came for longer than you imagined he would considering youâd only just started, but you assumed it was because heâd never had a vibrator used on him before.
you turned the vibrator off for a moment, taking in the state of jake before you. a puddle of his cloudy cum coated his stomach and his eyes were shut. his chest rose and fell less rapidly, telling you that he was finally calming down.
âjake?â you said after a minute.
he hummed, his eyes still closed. it was clear he was right on the brink of falling asleep.
to keep him from doing so, you turned the vibrator back on and held it against the underside of his cock below his tip, his most sensitive spot.
he jolted, eyes flying open like they had before.
âoh, fuck,â he moaned, grabbing your wrist to try and stop you again. âplease. i canât.â
âyou can,â you assured him, holding the vibrator and his cock all in your one hand.
âplease,â he cried. âitâs too much. iâm too sensitive, y/n.â
âyouâre okay,â you responded, thinking about how sensitive you were when he did the same thing to you.
âoh my god,â he nearly sobbed. ââm cumming.â
it was so, so quick. only a minute in and he was already shooting out more ropes of cum, landing on top of the puddle that was already there, creating an even bigger mess of himself.
he whimpered, entirely shoving your hand off of him to give himself a break.
âwhatâd i say?â you asked, demeanor darkening.
âyouâre not tying me up,â he declared, like he was in charge.
âwanna bet?â
jakeâs big brown eyes widened, watching as you reached into the drawer again to pull out the silk rope. you certainly werenât afraid to use it on him, especially if he was going to be pushing your hands off.
âdonât,â he begged. âplease.â
âthen stop trying to push me off,â you said sternly.
âbut itâs too much,â he whined.
he was already keeping a close eye on your hand gripping the vibrator, weary for when were going to bring it back to his cock again. it almost made you want to laugh.
âyou can do it,â you said. âyou can be good for me, yeah?â
he bit his lower lip, hanging his head.
you brought the vibrator back to his cock, turning it onto the next highest setting from before. his poor cock jake gasped, instinctively grabbing onto your wrist again despite what youâd just told him.
âjake,â you sighed, growing frustrated.
âiâm sorry!â he said, immediately retreating his hand.
you set the vibrator aside and grabbed the silk rope. you grabbed his hands and pushed them together, tying the rope around them tight enough that he wouldnât be able to touch you again.
jake had a little pout on his face like a child whoâd just gotten scolded after getting in trouble. it filled your body with warmth, how cute he was.
âi just wanna make you feel good,â you reasoned, pressing the vibrator onto his slit.
he hissed, pushing his hips up. his abs clenched, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face from the intensity of the vibrator and from already cumming twice.
âi know, baby,â he said while exhaling shakily. âitâs justâŠa lot.â
âbut i know you can do it,â you cooed, dragging the vibrator down a vein on his dick.
he clenched his jaw, the mixture of pain and pleasure so overwhelming that it was clouding his mind, slowly turning him dumb.
âi canât,â he mumbled pathetically. âit feels so fucking good though.â
âi know, honey,â you cooed softly.
you werenât sure if youâd ever seen him prettier. his eyes were glazed over, his cheeks and ears a bright pink, and completely covered in his own cum. you wanted to ruin him, make a mess out of your tired boyfriend.
he tried to squeeze the bedsheets, but he was so weak. he couldnât express his pleasure other than desperate moans.
he didnât even warn you the next time he came. it just started coming out out his red, used tip, drooling out slowly in comparison to the sharp ropes that were spurting out before.
you were were pretty sure you saw a tear a slip down his face and were certain that he was drooling. he moaned shamelessly, so out of it that he felt like he was dreaming. heâd never felt so fucked out in his life.
you kept the vibrator pressed against him while he came and didnât remove it this time to let him calm down.
âoh my god,â he slurred. âbaby, plâoh fuck. iâm cumming again.â
less than 30 seconds than cumming before and he was already cumming again, which you didnât even know was possible.
his load was smaller, but his reaction was bigger. he threw his head back, exposing his pretty neck. his entire body tensed and the prettiest, most desperate moans and whimpers came tumbling out past his lips, swollen from biting and drooling.
âfuck, i canât stop,â he moaned.
you watched him, feeling the wetness pool in your panties from how beautiful of a sight it was.
the veins in his body throbbed, his muscles clenched, and he just a beautiful mess. his cock was drenched in his own cum, the vibrator slipping against him.
you caressed his leg, removing the vibrator from his spent cock. he let out a groan of relief from you finally pulling it away, of giving him a moment to breathe.
his eyes were closed, his entire body limp. you lifted his hands in order to untie the silk rope, setting his hands free.
you sat up on your knees, caressing his face until he opened his eyes again, looking up at you.
âyou okay?â you asked, your thumb brushing his cheek.
âmhm,â he mumbled, even more tired than he was before. âthat was fuckingâŠinsane.â
âwas it too much?â you wondered, grabbing some tissues from the box on the nightstand to start cleaning him up.
âyeah,â he said, âin the best way possible.â
you chuckled, running your fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it out of his face.
âgo to sleep, okay?â you said.
âbut can we cuddle?â he asked sweetly.
âyes, we can cuddle,â you responded.
âand can i be little spoon?â he asked.
âyes, jake.â
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screaming. shoutout to the anon who requested this, i loved the idea so much! sub jake justâŠ.donât get me started actually!
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take charge - lucy bronze
pairing: lucy bronze x female reader
theme: smut
warnings: smut, minors dni, fingering, strap-on use, oral sex, praise kink, gag use, orgasm control, submissive lucy, pet names, use of y/n
summary: lucy has always been the dominant one out of the two of you throughout your entire five year relationship. when leah tears her acl, Sarina gives you the armband for the World Cup. Something about you in the armband turns lucy on and suddenly, she wants you to take control in the bedroomâŠ
notes: based on this request, thank you sm anon! whilst writing this, half of it didnât save so i had to rewrite most of the match part so sorry if itâs really bad <3
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It was heartbreaking watching Leah tear her ACL, the three letters confirming to you and all of your England teammates that your captain would miss the World Cup. You had no idea who Sarina would give the armband to, you thought Millie would receive it, or even Lucy, she deserved it more than most in your definite non-biased opinion. But Sarina had other plans. You were announced as the captain for the World Cup. Naturally, you were honoured to not only represent your country but to know hopefully captain them to a World Cup win, it was a childhood dream come true and Lucy couldnât have been prouder of you.
So far, you had lead the team through the group stages, having won all three matches and you couldnât be happier. You had noticed a slight change in Lucy ever since your first game against Haiti, but you put it down to just tournament nerves. Not knowing what was really going through her head. Having no clue that seeing you lead all the girls on the pitch, wearing that armband and being much more commanding and even more confident then you normally are, has been doing things to her.
All this week, you had been preparing for the game against Nigeria. You werenât stupid, you knew it was going to be tough. Theyâre physical. Way more physical than the Lionesses but you were all ready. Or thatâs what you thought. You played in the left-wing back position, which allowed you to cover the back and push up a little, which you loved doing. You had a good link up going with Georgia but Nigeria were quick to break it, quick to have you marked down and so you could do nothing, not really, except for telling your girls what to do.
Rarely, anger was never an emotion you dealt with on the pitch. You never got angry, not really, the last time you had it was the champions league final back in 2020 for an unjust foul committed on you that shouldâve been a penalty, but it wasnât awarded. However, watching you get awarded a penalty in the 31st minute and then having it taken off of you in the 34th just really pissed you off. You thought it shouldâve stood. But it didnât. When youâre angry on the pitch, you get a touch more aggressive, more loud and much more pissed if things donât go your way. And thatâs exactly what starts to happen.
The last minutes of the first half are basically just filled with you shouting at the girls, telling them what to do, putting challenges in on the Nigerian players, but still being careful to not get carded for them. When you come off for half time, Lucy is the first one over to you, putting her arm around your waist, whilst you two walk back through the tunnel. All of the fans knew about your relationship, I mean the pair of you never made any effort to hide it, meaning you could be more open with some of your affections.
âThat shouldâve been a fucking penalty,â you huff, as you walk towards the changing rooms, Lucyâs arm never leaving its position of being wrapped around your waist.
âI know baby, I know. Donât threat about it though, weâll be okay, we have you, youâre playing exceptional as always,â Lucy reassured you, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, ignoring the feelings stirring inside of her from watching you get angry on the pitch. From wearing that armband. You have absolutely no clue how much youâre turning her on.
âLuce, Iâve hardly done anything,â you sigh softly as you make your way through the changing room and sit down at your cubby, which is conveniently next to your girlfriends.
âYes you have. The passes that you have managed to make have been perfect, youâve kept the left locked down and youâve been commanding us really well.â
You smile softly at her and she presses a gentle peck to your lips before whispering against them lowly, âItâs very hot actually,â before she leaves to use the toilet to adjust herself.
Sarina gives her usual half time speech, telling you all on how to improve, then about ten minutes later youâre all back on the pitch. The knowledge that Lucy finds how youâre carrying yourself on the pitch hot, sends sparks flying through you. You werenât thinking about that, not at all, but now, itâs in the back of your mind and you canât help but want to impress her just a little more.
By the 83rd minute, most of the girls are tired. Nigeriaâs physicality is just knackering the entire team. Sarina still hasnât made any changes and itâs annoying you a little bit, your team are tired, substitutions need to be made. Thatâs why it doesnât surprise you as much when frustrations get the better of Lauren James. Sure, her stamp on Alozie was completely unnecessary, but you understand why she did it. Youâre frustrated too, however you have the maturity, which Lauren lacks and needs to work on, to time your tackles right, to not foul a player as said tackles you have committed have all been completely legal. Yes your frustrations did get the better of you in the 73rd minute leading to you getting a yellow card, but that was only for talking back to the ref, who you now had down as being a wanker, you didnât like her. You knew the red card was coming to Lauren, a blind idiot would know, but that still doesnât mean it didnât hit the team hard. Being forced to drop to ten whilst youâre already struggling isnât really an ideal situation.
The last eight minutes were utter hell for England. Scrappy, sloppy, whatever the commentators want to call it. You are extremely lucky to be going into extra time and not home. There were multiple shots from Nigeria that couldâve gone in but didnât.
When the first fifteen minutes of extra time roll around after the short break, Nigeriaâs tactics are slightly different. They try to test you, try to exploit the left side which they havenât for the entire game. However youâre successful at keeping it locked down, not letting them get around you, which means they take back up their usual routine of going down the middle or the right.
In the 98th minute, a diagonal ball thatâs just completely ignored by Millie couldâve easily been scored, it was a big chance for Nigeria. A huge one, it couldâve won them the game. But it didnât. That still doesnât mean that you didnât have a few stern words with your vice captain. Millie understood and she was incredibly apologetic, knowing she fucked up, her words, not yours, sheâs tired. All of the girls are, you couldnât blame her that much, so you just remind her to stay alert and on her player, thatâs all really.
You notice Nigeria decide to attack down the right, and Lucy isnât doing all that well. She seems distracted by something. Youâve never shouted at Lucy on the pitch before, but you just have to, she has to lock that right side down, you canât concede.
âLuce, câmon snap out of it, stay on her!â you shout at your girlfriend and Lucy is quick to react. She improves her marking of Ajibade instantly and doesnât let her past her, locking the right down just how you wanted. Yet again, you had no idea what you had just done to Lucy. The way you commanded her stirred something primal within her, but she was quick to snap out of it: remembering your earlier words, not wanting to disappoint you. It was a weird feeling for Lucy, but she was sure that if you asked her to do anything: sheâd do it for you.
The first half of the extra time comes to an end and you have a little break, having a quick gel and then a word with the girls to just play their best and for now push through the pain and the tiredness for their county. For winning this game and for hopefully winning the World Champion title in a few weeks time.
The second half of extra time kicks off and itâs an improvement from the first, you have a second substitution now, so more fresh legs and Beth England is an excellent player.
In the back of your mind, you know that ever since Laurenâs red card youâve had less possession and have not had a single shot. You pray to change that. You want one to end up in the back of that net, not really wanting to have to end up with going to penalties. But it seems like fate has other ideas. There was a couple of chances that England had in that last half, but unfortunately none could connect. So penalties it is.
A few minutes break is allocated for a breather to discuss who would take the penalties and in what order. It would be Georgia, then Beth, then Rachel, then you, then Chloe and then Alex for the first six, if all six are needed of course. Then the rest of the girls were also ordered, if more than five had to be taken. You had taken a few penalties in your time, all in shootouts, and youâd scored all of them. So you were pretty confident in yourself.
You stood next to Lucy at the end of the line, one arm wrapped around her waist as you watched Georgia set up to take her shot, hoping, praying it would go in. It didnât, but you were still proud of the midfielder nevertheless sheâd played a good game, and you had every faith in Mary in saving the one. Which she doesnât even need to do because Oparanozie misses the target.
All of the England players scream when Beth slots it perfectly in the back of the next. 1-0 to England. When Alozie steps up to take Nigeriaâs second, you hold your breath and when she skies it, you sigh in relief. Lucy quickly pressing a soft kiss to your head.
Rachel scores the next one, slamming it into the top left corner, however Ajibade also scores her one too. 2-1.
Usually when you take penalties, youâre not nervous. Not at all. But you can feel them tingling away around your body. You set the ball down and then close your eyes, quickly taking a moment to breathe, to block out all of the sound of the fans, and to focus on where youâre going to try and slot the ball. When you open your eyes, you focus on the opposite spot, to throw the keeper off, focusing on the bottom right.
You take in a breath and then strike the ball, to which it slots in beautifully in the top left hand corner. The keeper diving completely the wrong way. You run up and jump into Lucyâs arms, her pressing a soft kiss to your lips, which makes fans in the stands go wild. Thatâll be in TikTok edits later, but you donât care. After you, Ucheibe scores hers for Nigeria and then Chloeâs up.
You squeeze Lucyâs hand, if this goes in youâve done it. Youâre through to the World Cup quarter finals. And of course, Chloe Kelly slots it in and England are through. After an incredibly challenging, tiring game, youâd done it. England through to the next round, thank fuck. Nigeria put up a good fight, it was crystal clear they wanted it just as much as you did, the game truly couldâve gone either way.
After consolidating the Nigerian team, you get into the team huddle, standing in between Sarina and then Lucy on your other side, listening to the gaffer give her little post match speech before you have to give yours, a little bit of that aggressive, more dominant edge still clinging to your voice. As Lucy listens to you, she feels that urge cross her body again, the one thatâs willing to do whatever you say. To be your good girl. Itâs a weird feeling for her. Lucy has never, ever felt this way before. Sheâs not submissive. She never has been. But seeing you, like this, all commanding, angry and dominant itâs doing things to her and suddenly she craves for you to take charge of her, like youâve done on the pitch.
After youâve said what youâve needed to, you look over at your girlfriend and notice that tiny glint in her eye which means sheâs turned on, that makes you raise an eyebrow slightly, wondering how and why. But you just shrug it off, listening to what some of the other girls have to say about the game whilst Lucyâs eyes are fixed on the captains band sitting on your left arm.
A few hours later, you finally manage to get away from all of the girls, Lucy saying the pair of you need an early night. You make it up to your room, and then sheâs on you, her lips immediately seeking out yours, kissing you passionately, but not rough like she normally is.
âPut your kit back on, especially the armband,â she breathes against your lips, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.
âYou want me to put my dirty, sweaty kit back on? Seriously?â you ask, your tone incredulous, confused beyond belief.
âMhm, please Y/n, put it on,â she begs, her eyes pleading with yours.
You look at her gone out. What the bloody hell is happening? Lucy had never ever begged you to do anything (unless itâs get her cake) in the entirety of your five year relationship. It takes you a few seconds to deliberate the idea in your head but with a soft sigh you nod and grab your bag that you brought up here earlier, just after the game before the dinner youâve just had, to get it out of the way.
âDo I have to put my pads back on?â you question as you strip from the England gear you currently had on, getting back into your football kit from the match earlier.
âItâs up to you Y/n, you donât have to if you donât want to,â Lucy states softly as she watches you intently, her eyes glued to the armband thatâs now sat back on your left bicep and she swears she feels her knees going weak.
You nod and decide against putting them back on, not actually needing them for whatever youâre about to do. The answer she gives you is not âvery Lucyâ, usually she wouldâve told you exactly what she wants. For extra measure, you put your hair back up into the style of a rather neat bun, much neater than the ones Lucy does in her hair are. You look at yourself in the mirror quickly before glancing back at the brunette, something about seeing yourself in the armband has made that sense of pride and dominance return, exactly what Lucy wanted.
âThis what you wanted hm Luce? Want to get me in my kit so I could take charge?â you had finally caught on to what she wanted, it just all clicked and fucking hell, taking charge in the bedroom, of Lucy is an incredibly hot thought.
âPlease y/n, Iâll be a good girl, I promise, I need you,â she whines, her usual dominance having completely melted away. Itâs almost like another woman is stood in front of you.
âDirty girl, getting turned on by seeing me get all angry and aggressive on the pitch. I should just leave you here, wanting and not getting anything,â you hum before gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, a direct contrast to your words.
âNo, please, donât, I need you baby, Iâm so desperate, please.â
God she sounds so so so pretty when she whines, when she begs. Youâve never heard it before, and you want to hear more of it, youâll make sure Lucy does her fair share of begging before she gets anything from you.
âYou sound so pretty when you beg Luce, what you desperate for hm? What do you want me to do?â you ask, fully aware that youâre being a tease, but you know sheâll do what you want.
âI want you to fuck me, please Y/n.â
A small groan slips past your lips at her admission, normally youâre the ones saying those words, begging her to have her way with you. Now itâs the other way around and you love it and of course, youâll give her exactly what she wants, eventually.
Your lips find hers, kissing her rather hungrily before you start to trail your kisses down the column of her throat, occasionally dragging your teeth over her skin, making her shiver.
âFuck baby, please stop teasing,â Lucy pleads, her head tilted back slightly, allowing you to have slightly better access to her neck.
âAnd why should I do that hm?â you question before connecting your lips again, the kiss all teeth and tongue, with you in full control. Your lips stay intact as you reach the edge of the bed, only breaking apart for a few seconds to push her down gently, before kissing her once more.
Lucy whimpers into the kiss, wanting so much more than sheâs currently getting, needing you to push her over the edge and give her the orgasm she so desperately craves, that she so desperately needs.
Momentarily, you break the kiss to take off her top, and then her sports bra, carelessly throwing them over your shoulder. You ignore her boobs, for now, going back to roughly making out with her. She lets out another little whimper into your mouth a few seconds later, needing more.
âIs there something wrong Lucia?â you hum teasingly, using her full name which you know has an effect on her, knowing full damn well what she wants.
âI need more Y/n,â she mewls, now having taken to squeezing her thighs together to get a touch a friction.
When you see what sheâs doing, you click your tongue in disapproval before then gently pull her legs apart, slotting yourself in between them.
âOh really? Is what Iâm doing not enough for you?â
âN-no, please, give me more.â
Puppy eyes was the last thing youâd expect to see from Lucy, but god they do look adorable. And you find yourself giving in, very slightly to what she wants. Your mouth finds her right boob, gently kissing over it before flickering your tongue over her nipple. After a few little flicks, you tug it between your teeth, then run your tongue over it, soothing the small amount of pain. Your hand finds her left one, kneading the flesh delicately ahead of your fingers twisting and lightly pulling at that nipple, whilst the other one gets taken properly into your mouth for you to suck on.
A mix between a moan and a whimper leaves your girlfriendâs throat and it sounds beautiful, like music to your ears. You keep up with what youâre doing for a while before pulling away and kissing down her chest, littering it with love bites, then you move onto trailing your tongue down her stomach to the waistband of her joggers. Quickly, you get them off of her, leaving her in just her boxers, a very noticeable dark wet patch on the front of the dark cotton.
âFuck look at you, Iâve hardly touched you and youâre soaked. God if Iâd have known if me being captain would make you this needy, I wouldâve begged Sarina to have been captain for the Euros too.â
That makes Lucy whine again and squirm a little, wiggling her hips, trying to get you right where she needs you.
âStop teasing me, please baby,â she whimpers once more, growing stupidly needy.
At first, her whines and her begging you sounded perfect, you loved them, but now, they are getting on your nerves very slightly, just like yours must do to her. Now you realise why she doesnât like it when youâre whiny and are begging her insistently. Not when you have a plan in place of what youâre doing and sheâs just being so goddamn impatient.
âNo, stop fucking begging,â you practically growl, but she doesnât listen, whining a little more and bucking her hips up to almost remind you where youâre so desperately needed.
âPlease baby, I need you, it aches, fuck me, please.â
You raise your eyebrows at her so blatantly ignoring you, your hand finds your captains band on your arm and you tug it down before forcing it into Lucyâs mouth.
âThere. Now weâre all nice and quiet hm?â
Lucy moans around the gag of your armband and itâs the most beautiful sound youâve ever heard, you just hope that you get to hear it again. Sure enough, when your mouth finds her inner thighs after pulling down her boxers, that same noise spills from her throat.
A small smirk tugs onto your lips as you kiss, lick, nip and suck at Lucyâs inner thighs, not darling to inch just that little higher and run your tongue through her soaked folds. Admittedly, you were savouring every second of this, youâd never ever taken her like this. Sheâs always been sat on your face and there was no time to tease her, so youâd never properly gone down on Lucy.
When you finally do decide to give her a little of what she needs, languidly swiping your tongue over her drenched slit, avoiding her clit like the plague, the prettiest little sound slips around the gag of your armband, something like a moan mixed with a small cry.
You go back to then sucking at her inner thighs, just wanting to tease her a touch more before you really give her what she wants. Lucyâs frustrated, but she doesnât vocalise it, not whimpering around the gag, nor does she show it, her hips remain planted on the bed, hands screwed up in the duvet: not daring to touch you without your permission. For her your dominance was exhilarating, your armband in her mouth silencing her was what she thought was the hottest thing ever and the sheer confidence you have in taking charge does in fact have her incredibly needy; evidenced in just how soaking wet she is.
After a few seconds, when you see no physical reaction from Lucy to your teasing, you smile and lean up to press a soft kiss to her cheek.
âSuch a good girl for me hm? Donât worry sweetheart, Iâll give you what you want,â you coo before dipping your head back down towards her dripping sex.
Those two words, âgood girlâ have Lucy literally melting in a puddle for you. Involuntarily, her pussy clenches around nothing, clit throbs with need and the moan she lets out - which is slightly muffled - is perfect.
At the revelation that Lucy has a bit of a praise kink going on, you smirk, youâre going to use that to your advantage. As your tongue once again swipes over her slit, your eyes remain locked onto your girlfriends, watching how within seconds of your ministrations, they roll into the back of her head.
âMy good girl,â you husk against her cunt before your lips find her clit, sucking just how she likes as one of your fingers teases around her entrance, not dipping inside just yet.
The possession mixed with the praise has Lucy letting out another moan around her gag and as soon as your lips finally find her clit, a muffled cry tumbles from her lips.
You continue with sucking her clit, pushing just one finger inside of her, groaning into her pussy as you feel just how tight she is, how warm she is. When sheâs in charge, Lucy rarely lets you finger her, she always forces you to use your mouth and nothing else, itâs because sheâs never been much of a receiver. Always giving. But when sheâs does want something, the quickest way to get her off is to eat her out, so sheâd make you do just that: so she could get back to fucking you quicker.
Slowly, you pump your finger in and out of her, a second one soon joining the first, feeling her walls stretch a little to accommodate it. You can already feel Lucy getting closer to the edge, so you slow down even more. You want to draw this out. You want to prep her to take the strap.
âDoing so well for me sweetheart, think you can take a third for me?â you ask her softly, pulling your mouth away from her clit for just a few seconds, still fucking her with your fingers.
Eagerly, Lucy nods. She wants to take it, to be your good girl, she knows she can take them too. You smile at her and then once again dip your head back down. Your tongue swirls over her clit gently, before you go back to sucking the sensitive nub.
A third finger slowly joins the second two, and your curl up all three of them, causing the right back to let out another muffled cry around the gag. The stretch for her is perfect, the feeling of taking three of your fingers is sensational, it feels like heaven. With each thrust of your fingers, Lucy can feel them hitting her g-spot, which makes her face contort with pleasure.
You speed up your fingers and your sucking, determined to push her over the edge, wanting to make her cum hard. Lucyâs knuckles turn white with how hard sheâs now clenching the duvet, her back arching slightly, eyes now squeezed shut, stars dancing behind her eyelids. With what sounds to be like a moan of your name around your armband, she comes undone, harder than she ever has done. Just like you wanted.
Your movements slow, gently rocking your fingers inside of her, so she can ride out her orgasm. You press a gentle kiss to her clit before pulling your mouth of her, so you can murmur gentle reassurances to her as she comes back down from her high.
âYou did so good for me sweetheart, such a good girl,â you state softly whilst gently easing your fingers out of her, which you clean by sucking on them.
The sight of you sucking and moaning around your fingers, coated in her cum, has Lucy getting worked back up again, which you obviously notice.
âYou need more hm?â you tease as you ease your armband out of her mouth, pulling it back on to your left arm.
âPlease, w..want you to use the strap,â she admits breathlessly, her voice slightly hoarse from your armband being in her mouth for so long, her eyes watching as you put it back where it belongs: slightly wet from her mouth.
âHmm, do you think you deserve it?â
Lucy simply nods as she watches you pull down your shorts, the underwear youâre wearing are very damp, a clear sign of your own arousal.
âMe too, youâve been my good girl after all,â you hum, pressing your lips to hers, giving her a soft peck.
When youâre at home, the strap usually resides in the bedside table, and Lucy always wears it. When youâre on camp, you have it in a bag that sits in the wardrobe with all of your other toys. You give Lucy a few more pecks, before getting off the bed and walking over to the wardrobe. The doors are slightly ajar on it as you mustâve forgotten to close it after grabbing your kit bag from it earlier.
You find the bag which is sat in the back of the cupboard and pull it forward, undoing the zipper on it. Thereâs not many toys in there, you have way more at home, but neither you nor Lucy were going to weigh your suitcases down when you flew out here, to Australia, with sex toys.
The harness gets pulled out of the bag and then so does a seven inch sleek black dildo that youâll clip into the front of it. You make your way back over to the bed, the two items in hand and then nestle yourself in between Lucyâs spread legs.
You set the things down onto the mattress and then remove your shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room, leaving you in just your sports bra and underwear.
From the countless times of watching Lucy put the strap on, you know exactly what youâre doing. Your underwear come off and then you attach the harness to your hips. The brunettes eyes beneath you are fixated on your own soaked cunt, which youâre not even thinking about, your full focus is on giving your girl exactly what she needs.
âSee something you like sweetheart?â you taunt whilst clipping the dildo into the slot at the front.
âMhm, youâre so beautiful Y/n. Can you take your bra off, please?â she asks softly, her hand coming to paw at the material gently.
You smile and gently take her hand, kissing her knuckles before letting it go and removing the final item of clothing, which also makes Lucy smile.
âThat what you wanted Luce?â
âYes, y..you look perfect, I love you,â
âI love you too sweetheart.â
You gently kiss her forehead, then her cheek, the tip of her nose and then her lips. You kiss her for a few seconds, itâs gentle, unlike your earlier, more rougher, demanding ones.
After those few seconds, you pull away and then adjust your positioning, running the head of the dildo through her folds, which causes her to gasp.
âFuck baby, please, n-need you,â she whimpers as you line the tip up with her entrance.
âShh sweetheart, I know, youâre being so good for me,â you croon before you slowly push the strap into her, your eyes fixated on her pussy swallowing it, the sight getting engraved into the back of your mind.
In all honesty, you thought Lucy had never looked more beautiful. Her eyes almost closed, lips parted, one hand gripping the sheets, the other now gripping onto one of yours, her hair sprawled out against the pillows, her face contorted in sheer pleasure, her abs slightly tensed, the sounds escaping her and the way her pussy looks swallowing your goddamn strap. This was something you were going to remember for a long, long time.
âShit Luce, youâre so tight, doing so well for me,â you grunt as you start to slowly thrust in and out of her, your eyes moving up to her face, to watch her reaction to your movements.
The praise has her letting out a small whimper, which turns into a loud moan as you start move. Her hand thatâs in yours grips it a little tighter, for her it feels weird, she feels so full, stretched so beautifully, she could definitely get used to the feeling.
âF..fuck, feels so good Y/n. Harder, please,â she begs softly and itâs impossible to not give her what she wants, after all she has been good for you.
You increase the force of your thrusts, little grunts occasionally tumbling from your lips, like the ones that you make when lifting in the gym and Lucy fucking loves it. She loves hearing the little noises youâre making, knowing youâre enjoying it just as much as she is.
âTaking me so well, my good fucking girl.â
Lucyâs eyes roll into the back of her head, the praise making everything so much better for her, she can feel herself getting closer, her small moans getting louder, her walls gripping your strap tighter.
âBaby Iâm close, p..please donât stop,â Lucy pleads, her legs shaking slightly from the force off the orgasm thatâs sheâs so close to letting go of.
âNot yet sweetheart, hold it for me,â you demand softly whilst pushing your strap deeper into her, your hips snapping slightly faster. Selfishly, you donât want her to cum yet, for it to all be over. You donât know if youâll ever get to experience this again, to watch Lucy take your strap, to be the one on top, the one in charge. So you just want to draw this out for as long as possible and you know Lucy will listen to you.
Lucy doesnât complain, she just simply nods, opening her eyes properly to look at you. To her you look perfect. Your eyes are completely darkened with lust, watching her, your hairs up in that damn bun, some of the strands coming loose and sticking to your forehead and your captains armband is sat snug around your left bicep: you look like heaven to her.
âLook at you, look so fucking pretty taking my cock,â you practically growl, your eyes now back to watching her pussy take the toy as you pound into her faster, which makes her moans even louder.
âY/n, please c..canât hold it any longer,â she whines, her hand tightening in yours to ground herself as she knows her orgasm is going to be intense. She can feel it.
âFuck, cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my cock.â
With a sudden cry, Lucy comes undone, her legs shaking slightly from its intensity, her eyes now rolled back, her back arched a little and her face contorted up in sheer bliss. You donât know where to look, her face, her cunt, at the way her abs tense. You keep your eyes on her face, watching how it twists with pleasure, your hips slow down, still gently rocking the toy in and out of her, allowing her to ride out her high.
âThatâs it sweetheart, such a good girl,â you hum, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before ever so gently easing the toy out of her sensitive pussy, revelling in the way it grips your strap harder, as if it doesnât want you to leave.
Once the toy is out, you quickly undo the harness and then toss it off, throwing it onto the floor. You then lay down next to your girlfriend, wrapping your arms around her gently, allowing her to cuddle into you, whilst you pressed gentle kisses all over her face.
âT..that was incredible,â Lucy managed to exclaim a few minutes later after coming down from the most incredible high sheâd ever experienced.
âIt was, my god you looked so beautiful Luce, who knew seeing me be captain could get you so worked up,â you couldnât help but tease, watching as she responds by playfully rolling her eyes.
âHm, I donât know what can over me, it was just like hot, watching you take charge of everyone on the pitch yâknow?â
âMhm, I think Iâll beg Sarina to let me be captain forever now if that happens every time after we have a game.â
Lucy swats your shoulder playfully, her eyes watching as you pull off the armband and toss it onto the nightstand.
âNo, I couldnât focus on the game at points because all I was focused on was you baby,â she points out with a small smile, her lips gently pressing a kiss to your cheek.
âOh really?â you ask, rhetorically, as you think back to the game earlier that day which feels like it was years ago. âThat actually makes a lot of sense, I knew something else was going on earlier, it has been the entire tournament,â
âYep, ever since the Haiti game. Iâve been wanting you to take charge for a little while now,â
âWell I definitely want to do it again,â you suggest with a little smirk crossing your lips, making her chuckle.
âDitto baby.â
With that, it didnât take the pair of you that long to fall asleep, all tangled up in each other, your bodies exhausted from the match you played in earlier and then the incredible sex youâd just had. As you slept, there was one thing you both knew for certain: youâd been taking charge much more often.
#lionesses#woso#woso imagine#woso x reader#lucy bronze#woso one shot#chelsea women#smut#fiction#lucy bronze x reader
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[Magic Kaito] Scheduling
It's my birthday, so obviously, there should be fic. 700 words, silliness. +++
Saguru wasnât entirely sure what he was doing here, other than the fact that it wasnât a school night. And, well, Kid. Specifically a Kid Heist Notice. Which wasnât for another three days. A bit larger of a lead time than normal, but Kid hadnât made an appearance in several weeks, most likely due to it being the end of the school season and this being the first time Kid had a break to do so. But still, Saguru usually arrived later in the process, not for the initial heist note meeting. His presence was mostly superfluous at them, especially given the straight forward nature of the current note and that Kid wouldnât be there. âAlright, men!â Nakamori-keibu bellowed and Saguru tried to flinch at the volume. Truely, did everything have time be at high decibel? âKid has sent us a notice for three days from now at 1800-â
âI really wish he didnât.â The owner of the large inherited topaz flinched.
Normally gem owners tended to fall into two categories, either having something to hide --usually a fake heist notice-- or attempting to challenge the Kidâs skills. The current target went in a different direction⊠nervous fussing. âItâs my daughterâs graduation and I wanted to be there.â
âOh snap.â A familiar voice said from Saguruâs left and he jumped slightly. âForgot about graduation. Would you like to reschedule?â
The Kidâs voice came from the officer standing next to Saguru. One who was twice Saguruâs age and whom heâd sworn had gotten checked for being the Kid.
âOh would you?â The mousy gem owner looked relieved.
Kid stepped forward, the Task Force uniform vanishing with a small poof of smoke, to be replaced by the Kaitou Kidâs familiar white suit, top hat, and cape. âCertainly. When would be a good date for you?â
Kid hopped up on the desk, lightly crouching on it as the gem owner pulled out a paper planner, running his fingers across the pages. âHowâs the 19th?â
Kid pulled out a phone, checking his calendar as Nakamori made an irate sound. âIâm booked.â Kid reported. âCan do the 17th or 20th though.â
âIâm out of town the 20th-â
âWHAT ARE YOU DOING?!â Nakamori bellowed, his face a violent angry red. Kid clicked his finger and held up a finger in the inspectorâs direction, the thiefâs gaze on his phone as if Nakamori was the one being unconscionably rude.Â
â-I have work most of the 17th.â The gem owner continued. âBut the evening is free.â
Kid made a thoughtful sound. âI supposed that would give me enough time-â
âYou could check it now.â Saguru suggested. âSince youâre currently both free.â
Both Kid and the gem owner looked up at Saguru with identical looks of polite confusion. Saguru resisted the urge to roll his eyes. âNot everything needs to be a magic show.â
Kid gasped in outrage, one gloved hand pressed against his chest, clearly offended.
âHeâs got a point.â The gem owner gestured to the large stone on his desk. âHelp yourself.â
Kid nodded, hopping off the desk, picking up the gem and walking over to the window and holding it up to the moonlight. When nothing happened, he turned back and set the gem back on the desk, offering the owner his gloved hand. âThank you very much, it was a pleasure doing business with you.â
The gem owner shook his hand. âLikewise.â
Kid turned to the officers and gave them a polite tilt of his hat. âGentlemen.â He said, then walked out the door.
Saguru pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily as no one moved.Â
â-GET HIM!!â Nakamori belatedly bellowed, pointing to the door the thief had just walked out of. That seemed to startle the Task Force and they scrambled to take off running, several getting stuck in the doorway and preventing the others from escaping.
âWell.â Said the gem owner, looking quite chuffed. âThat was exciting.â Saguru rubbed his face with a hand, torn between exasperation and amusement, remembering once again why he attended as many Kid heists as possible. Heâd been to crime scenes for years and seriously. Stuff like this only happened with the Kaitou Kid. -fin-
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Constant Companions Closeup #10: MY DARLING, MY COMPANION
(also on spotify!)
It's the Constant Companions Closeups! A series of in-depth dives into the songs off of my latest album, Constant Companions! Last time, we talked about gender with Object of Affection! Today, we've made it to the title track (kinda?)! My Darling, My Companion! Do you think she's figured out what she wants to hear yet
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Every time I first embark on the process of making another album, I always think I know what the final product will look like. This is a fairly recent phenomenon, born of the part of me that thinks that planning things out and being somewhat disciplined in the act of creation will ultimately lead to a better final product. That's fair and all, but it's also genuinely never how things actually shake out, as I almost always toss that out the window and just start writing shit the first chance I get.
Constant Companions, however, is the closest I've gotten to actually following through on those initial ambitions. Well, maybe not the initial ambitions - without fail, every time I finish an album, there's a two week period where I start writing new material thinking "this next album's gonna be the MOODY one" and it's never the moody one - but rather the plan I developed once my pile of works-in-progress started looking album-shaped.
There's always been some amount of self-referential leitmotif-loving song-series energy in what I've written - Imaginary, Effervescent and Secret Girlfriend; sampling myself on Too Much Autotune or Second Hello; that little four note motif. I had been leaning even further into it with People Posture Play Pretend and đ€Œââïž, bringing the little interconnected background radiation straight to the forefront, and I wanted to keep going.
So, I would take that mindset and write about motifs - the things that have stuck with me and gotten me to where I am - the hopes that I've clung to, the dreams I want to make real, the patterns that I keep finding myself in. The things that haunt me and the things that keep me living.
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My constant companions, if you will.
wait didn't i already do that bit. what was i talking about when i did that
This might be incredibly obvious if you've already read the Closeup for Breeze Blows, but yes, this is another song about being plural.
Like I said previously, writing these self-directed songs portraying internal conversations has been a very big part of finding peace within myself. Having to confront a part of myself both alien and overly familiar with seemingly a mind of her own is, understandably, scary as shit in countless ways! If nothing else, it feels like sometimes I can't even talk about it out loud without sounding completely gone.
But it's made me realize and really think about something I think most people take for granted, something that feels silly to even say out loud given how obvious it is but that has completely changed my relationship with myself - you are always a part of your own life.
The overwhelming, ceaseless negative self-talk I lived with for however many years never went away because it was a part of me, and no amount of compartmentalizing or boxing-up or repression or anything helped even in the slightest compared to the act of showing her kindness and patience, letting her be a genuine part of me, being a friend to her. Doing so revealed to me a happier, more hopeful part of myself I thought I'd lost forever.
Letting yourself be yourself, and loving yourself for who you are, is the best way to be!
or something. that feels so fucking dr seuss of me to say whatever we're corny here we will Be corny
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The working title of this song was "Hathaway", inspired entirely by my friend Lexie messaging me one morning about a dream in which I had released a song named as such. Naming and writing songs based on dreams is maybe my most beloved bit at this point, but my girlfriend ultimately convinced me to make the title My Darling, My Companion. Mostly because she (correctly) thought it'd be cooler than just a pure title track.
The verses were written by sampling my own previous demo for a title track, turning it into a call-and-response between me and GUMI, and the chorus was lifted almost word-for-word from another demo of mine using Teto. That second demo was partially inspired by the character Morgan from the visual novel Heart of the Woods - which I mostly bring up because it's just a really good yuri VN that is near and dear to my heart. And also because my friend Teffi voices the character Tara in said VN. And also because I recorded my vocals for this song at her house. And also because the voice that says "me when I'm goated as fuck" right before the second verse is in fact Teffi in the recording booth with me. Yuri runs deep in my veins.
Speaking of which, this song, in my mind, is one dedicated to advancing my agenda of GUMI x Teto, albeit subtly and in a roundabout way.
See, GUMI has always been something of an idealized voice in my other work. The songs of mine she sings historically have always been hopeful, upbeat, expressing some sense of comfort - I Wish That I Could Fall maybe being the only exception, and even then still offering some hope in the end.
On the flipside, there's a part in verse two where my voice is swapped out for Teto for a couple lines. I couldn't really tell you what it is, since it's not in terms of timbre or range, but Kasane Teto - her Synth V voicebank especially, but really all iterations of her - is the vocal synth that feels the most like a stand-in for my own voice. And really, writing with her almost seems to bring out parts of myself that are a bit too honest.
These two juxtaposed against each other made perfect sense. It helps that they have The Color Scheme, too.
Finally, this song is basically just one big reference to my song Destiny, from back in 2018, and it even closes out with lyrics based very directly on its closing refrain. I don't have much else to say on that front - but there's another Jamie Paige song this bears some shared DNA with, and a blatant reference to it is hidden in plain sight right as the bridge transitions to the outro.
Do you know what it is?
That's the post! If you have any questions, feel free to send them my way - I'm planning on doing a big AMA style bonus post after the album's finished!!
Speaking of which, tomorrow, we'll be talking about the eleventh and final track on the album - a simple little song about a computer falling in love... :~)
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Who Could Ask You Be Unbroken Or Be Brave Again - BuckTommy (one-shot)
Summary: When Buck figures out that he's pregnant just a few weeks after the break-up, he has to tell Tommy. They talk. Words: 3.1k Notes: Sooooo I actually started writing this last week and I pictured a different fic entirely and yet I like to go where the journey takes me so here we are. Mpreg is a feature, but not like the most important part of this fic, though I know the fandom has taken it and run with it. The title comes from Hozier's To Noise Making Read on Ao3
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If it werenât for Maddie, Buck probably wouldnât have figured it out. Well, he would have eventually. Probably.Â
When he was on the cusp of teenagehood, the nurse at school had come in to have a talk with his class. The boys and the girls were separated and Buck remembered watching a badly shot movie. She had passed out a paper to take home at the end, information for their parents. Buck didnât remember if his parents had even bothered to read it, much less take the advice. As a consequence, when all the rest of the boys in his class got tested, Buck didnât. Later on, it just didnât matter because Buck wasnât having sex with guys so what difference did it make if he was a carrier? Then, when he got together with Tommy, it hadnât even crossed his mind.Â
So, he never knew that he could get pregnant.Â
Not until he was pregnant.Â
Not until he was leaning over his toilet, knees on the hard floor, stomach empty. Not until he remembered Maddie and the brie heâd baked for her and how when heâd cut a piece of the banana bread earlier the smell of the bananas had made him feel sick.Â
Not until he managed to make it out of the apartment and to the nearest pharmacy where he stared at the pregnancy tests until finally just grabbing four at random. He was glad the girl at the checkout didnât say anything.Â
They all came back positive.Â
There was no denying it.
In the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt and looked down at his abdomen. There was nothing different about his body, but eventually it would change. He would round out, growing a life in the womb that Buck hadnât even known he had. Tentatively, he touched his stomach. In that moment he realized that he hadnât even thought about it before already knowing that he was doing it. He would have the baby. He was going to be a dad.Â
Tommy had left him â had left them.Â
He was the other dad.Â
Buck had to throw up.
Pregnant. He was pregnant. He was housing life, a life created out of him and TommyâŠTommy was gone. He had walked out of Buckâs life without a look back and Buck was once again the one that was left behind except that this time it wasnât only him. His hand drifted to his abdomen. There was a baby in there.Â
That was when the tears began anew.Â
What the hell was he going to do?
Buck had cried for the better part of an hour after Tommy left. Then, he cried on Eddieâs couch and couldnât even get the words out for why.Â
âHe dumped me,â heâd said eventually. âTommy dumped me.âÂ
Then, the tears had started again.Â
He cried when he got home the next morning and immediately he had to talk himself out of calling Tommy.Â
Eddie had told him to stay busy and keep his mind off of it. To not reach out to Tommy.Â
So, he focused on making himself dinner that night and after the lasagna was in the oven, he decided he may as well go out and eat all his feelings. Not to mention that he really wanted brownies.Â
So, he found an outlet. Baking was better than crying. It was better than having to hide his phone from himself so that by the time he found it heâd be over the urge to call or text.Â
Buck had almost convinced himself that he could keep going and that he wouldnât cry over Tommy again, but he was crying again. Over Tommy. Over the break up. Over the tiny life that should have brought so much joy to both of them. Not that Buck wasnât happyâŠnot that the idea of being a dad didnât excite him. It was just the timing and the circumstances. Tommy wasnât there with him and BuckâŠ
He needed to tell him.Â
Tommy needed to know.Â
Or maybeâŠmaybe Buck could do it on his own. He could love this baby more than enough. Tommy had already made his choice on Buck, why would he come back just because Buck was pregnant. Buck wasnât enough for him, the future that Buck wanted and that Buck had dangled in front of himself had been shot down without his say and this was not going to change anything, not if Tommy had thought their six months together was some fun and nothing further than that.Â
A baby wasâŠit was a big commitment. Eighteen years at least and it wasnât about Buck, but the idea that Tommy might not react well to the newsâŠ
But, no, that was unfair. Tommy would at least feel the obligation to his child even if it was detached, even if it was just monetary. He would do right by the baby even if they werenât together anymore. ThatâŠthat hurt. It was like a stab right to the chest. This was not the way it was supposed to be.Â
He sobbed, wiped at his eyes but the tears kept coming. Maybe he didnât tell him. Maybe he didnât find out how Tommy would react andâŠ
But no.Â
If it was the other way around and Tommy found out he was pregnant and didnât tell Buck, Buck would never forgive him. He had to tell him.Â
Wiping at the last of his tears, Buck went to the kitchen to grab water.Â
Four positive tests. He needed to get a doctorâs appointment to confirm and then prenatal vitamins? What else? Was his apartment even an okay place in which to raise a baby? With the stairs and the balcony and how his bedroom wasnât even really a room. And then there was his job. How long could he keep working before it was too dangerous? Was it already dangerous?Â
Buck thought about calling Maddie. She was pregnant herself and she could help but the thought of telling her and not Tommy. Of telling anyone but TommyâŠ
He had to tell him. Buck reached for his phone.Â
He couldnât tell him over the phone and the thought of Tommy not picking up his call or leaving him on read orâŠwhat if heâd blocked Buckâs number? But noâŠTommy wouldnât do that.Â
It was a Tuesday and Tommy didnât usually work on Tuesdays. Unless heâd changed thingsâŠunless heâd been called into a fire. It didnât mean heâd be at home, but it couldnât hurt to try.Â
So, he got shoes on, stuffed his phone and wallet in his pocket and grabbed his keys. Grabbed a few loaves out of his fridge for good measure. The remaining brownie pan too.Â
Buck almost talked himself out of it on the drive over, but then he was pulling into Tommyâs driveway behind his truck. He waited a few more minutes before he got out of the car and started walking to the door. He raised his hand and knocked.Â
Tommy had given him a key. It was still sitting next to the keys to his apartment. If this went badly, he supposed that he could give the key back. It would really be over, not that it hadnât before. It was just that a part of Buck had hoped that if given enough time they might find each other again. It was silly and maybe it spoke to how many romcoms he and Tommy had watched together. NowâŠnow he was pregnant and it changed everything.Â
He knocked again.Â
Heard movement from inside and then the door opened.Â
Tommy looked like he hadnât slept in days.Â
âBuck,â he said.Â
Buck decided to ignore that. âWe need to talk,â he said.Â
âI â yeah, sure.âÂ
Tommy stepped aside and Buck followed him in.Â
âDo youâŠdo you want a drink?â Tommy asked.Â
The awkward energy between them killed him. It had never been like this between them beforeâŠokay, maybe after Buck messed up their first date, but even then it hadnât been this. Buck shook his head.Â
âWhat is all that?âÂ
âOh. I, uh, I started baking andâŠanyway, these are for you.âÂ
Tommy took them and walked them into the kitchen. Buck followed. Nothing had changed since heâd been there last and the thought it might have and that Tommy could have moved on or something. Three weeksâŠit had really only been three weeks long as that felt.Â
âWhat did you want to talk about?â Tommy asked, not even looking at Buck.Â
How did he say it? Did he just blurt it out? On the drive over nothing had come to mind and Buck had never not known how to just say things except this time it wasâŠit was so much harder.Â
âEvâBuck?âÂ
âI â IâmâŠI have some news.âÂ
âNews?âÂ
The words got caught in his throat.
âBuck, is everything alright?âÂ
âIâm going toâŠpregnant. Maddieâs pregnant.âÂ
âOh.â Tommy said with a confused chuckle. âYouâre becoming an uncle again.âÂ
And a dad.Â
Buck gulped. âYeah. I am.âÂ
Tommy still looked confused.Â
âI found out by accident. They donât want anyone to know, but I had to tell someone. Donât say anything.â
âIs that all?â Tommy asked, cautiously.Â
Buck wanted to shake his head and to tell him it wasnât only Maddie. It was Buck too.Â
âWe never talked about kids,â he found himself saying instead. âAmong other things, but I never asked if you wanted kids. Do you?âÂ
It felt pointed. It felt like Buck was giving himself away. Tommy seemed a little confused.Â
âUhâŠI donât know,â he settled on. âNever thought I would have any, but itâs not like I donât like children. I guess I never really thought it was a real option or a deal breaker. Why are we talking about kids?â
âIâmâŠI donât know. Just a thought,â Buck said. âIâve always wanted to be a dad.â
âYou want family,â Tommy said. âYou'll get another niece or nephew soon.â
âYeah,â Buck breathed and it took everything in him not to touch his stomach. Not just a niece or nephew, a son or daughter. Tommyâs too.Â
âDid youâŠwas there anything else?â Tommy asked.Â
âI â that isââ
âEvan?â Tommy said. âYouâreâŠare you alright?âÂ
He took a breath. âIt doesnât have to change anything,â he said. âI know you donât want it to. You made that pretty clear. This isnât like me trapping you or anything. Iâm not. I just know that if it were the other way around Iâd want to know and Iâd want you to tell me. And no one else knows because you should be the first to know even though you kinda broke my heart there and thatâs not going away. You know my fridge is full of loaves. I needed an outlet and so I started baking and I canât seem to stop. Iâmââ
âEvan, take a breath,â Tommy said.Â
Buck did. He took several and when he looked at Tommy again, he found concern in his gaze.Â
âWhatâs going on?âÂ
âIâmâŠwell, as it turns out, Iâmââ he couldnât get the words out.Â
âAre you sick? Whatâs happening? Evan, are you alright?âÂ
Tommyâs hand reached out to him, but fell short and drew back.Â
âIâm not sick,â Buck said. âThatâs notâŠI mean, thatâs not what I would call this. IâmâŠTommy, Iâm pregnant.âÂ
Once the words were out, he felt lighter. His hand had drifted back down over his abdomen. Still flat, but for how long? When would he start showing? Hell, Buck didnât even know how far along he was or anything else.Â
Tommy was staring at his hand and then his eyes flickered back to Buckâs face.Â
âPregnant,â Tommy said.Â
Buck nodded.Â
âYouâre a carrier. You never said.âÂ
âYeahâŠI didnât know untilâŠuntil now.â
Tommy inhaled a breath and Buck could see that his mind was spinning, that he maybe didnât even know what to say or think and BuckâŠBuck needed to leave. Heâd told him, it was what heâd come to do and that was it.Â
âI just wanted you to know. No obligation. No expectations. JustâŠthatâs whatâs happening. Iâm pregnant and Iâm going to keep it.âÂ
Tommy didnât say anything.Â
âI guess now you know. IâllâŠIâll go. See you around, Tommy.âÂ
Buck made it to the door. He was turning the doorknob and trying to pretend that his eyes werenât filling up with tears when he heard a gentle:
âWait.âÂ
And then Tommyâs hand was on his wrist and Buck turned.Â
Tommyâs hand left his wrist but then he was cradling Buckâs face, thumbs wiping away his tears.Â
âI was scared,â Tommy said.Â
âScared? You? But thatâs, what is there for you to be scared of? Iâm the pregnant one.â Â
Tommyâs hands dropped from his face. âThat,â he said. âYou think I canât be scared in this?â He motioned between them. âThat it didnât freak me out the moment you asked me to move in with you in the same sentence that you said you liked me for my confidence without evenââ
Buck watched him. Watched the way that his shoulders were hunched and how he gulped.Â
âYou donât see me, Evan, and if you donât see meâŠthe real me and not whoever youâve made me out to be then this was never going to work. The moment I realized it wasnâtâŠthat it wasnât. I did this for you and for me. And nowââ Tommyâs gaze met Buckâs dead on, ânow youâre pregnant.âÂ
âI donât see you?â Buck asked.Â
He stepped away from the door. He laughed and turned away from Tommy before he looked back at him.Â
âI see what youâve let me see,â Buck said. âI see who you presented yourself to be and if youâre telling me now that you were lying about who you are thenâŠthen thatâsââ
âItâs not what Iâm saying,â Tommy broke in. âIâm saying you put me on someâŠon some pedestal that I donât belong on. Iâve hurt people. Abby. Hen. Chim. Hid my sexuality to my own detriment and the detriment of others. I lied and lied and lied andâŠand itâsââ
Buck reached for him, grabbed his hand and made Tommy look at him. âYou did it because you were protecting yourself from a world that wasnât going to accept you. What I admire is how far youâve come. What I admire is that you lived through it got to this side of it and can choose to be happy. Except that you donât think you deserve it. I see you, Tommy.â
âEvan,â Tommy said.Â
Buck grasped Tommyâs other hand.Â
âDid you know I hate the way you leave your clothes in piles instead of putting them in your hamper, the way that you always forget to put the cap back on the toothpaste. You never close a cabinet. Some of your jokes are not funny and it shouldnât have taken six months for you to tell me about Abby. I guess Iâm to blame for that too because I didnât tell you about her either. I hate how you never talked about Gerrard with me, not really. I hate the way you always take Eddieâs side and that the two of you always make fun of me. The first sign of trouble and you run. Youâre not perfect, Thomas. But you know what, I love you anyway.â
The silence that fell between them lasted a few beats. They couldnât look away from each other and there were tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes.Â
âYou scare me,â Tommy said, voice rough. âAnd Iâve been kicking myself since that night but I didnât knowâŠI couldnât call or text because I walked away and I thought it was for the best. Iâm broken, Evan, and if you ever saw that and didnât â didnâtââ Tommyâs voice broke.Â
âI love you,â Buck said. âAnd youâre not broken, because if you are then I am too.âÂ
Tommy actually let out a sob and his face crumpled. Buck had never seen him like that. Heâd seen him worried and smiling and confused. Heâd seen the way that his lips turned down that night when they broke up, but heâd never seen this. The way that the wrinkles around his eyes were deepened and his mouth was so turned down and how red it made his skin.Â
Buck reached for him, pulled Tommyâs face down to his neck. He rubbed at his back and then ran a hand through his hair and Tommy sobbed and wet his shoulder with his tears and Buck held him and cried his own tears. It felt amazing to actually have Tommy in his arms, though the rest of itâŠthe tears and the sobs was new.Â
There was no knowing how long they stood there, until Tommy pulled back, wiping at his face with one hand. He didnât go far, though Buck could tell that maybe he wanted to. When he finally looked at Buck, he looked a little more put together.Â
âYouâre pregnant,â he said.Â
Tommyâs hand fell to Buckâs abdomen. There was nothing to feel there yet. They both knew that, but Buck put his hand over Tommyâs.Â
âI am,â Buck said. âIt doesnât have to change anything.âÂ
Tommy let out a strangled laugh. âItâs going to change some things. Evan, youâre going to be the best dad.âÂ
âSo are you,â Buck said and inhaled. âRight? I mean, you donât have to be if you donâtââ
âI want to be,â Tommy said. âI donât know how good Iâll be at it, itâs not like I had a great example. What I do know is that I am so in love with you and there is no way Iâm letting you do this on your own. No way that I am walking away from you or this baby.â
Buck kissed him and Tommy responded at once, hungrily and like he was hoping to impart upon Buck every bit of his love through that kiss.Â
They probably had a lot more to talk about. So much to figure out about them and about the baby. Buck could see more tears and more arguments, but if there was one thing that he could count on, it was that they would make it through it. Theyâd made it through this break up already any other hurdles or hardships could be dealt with.Â
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Bloodthirst
Part 5 of Dark Necessities
Series Summary : You drink Buckyâs blood out of necessity and accidentally form a primal bond that has the ability to unlock an ancient ritual magic.
Chapter Summary : As Buckyâs obsession with the bond grows, you meet a stranger who claims he can help.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x half-vampire!reader (she/her)
Warnings/tags : Blood. Death. Cursing.Violence. Pleasure from a vampire bite (?). The reader is a dhampir/half-vampire/daywalker like Blade, and Blade is a mentor figure in this. Established relationship. Not a really an au, set in the MCU so semi-canon compliant except for the fact that blade is here lol.
Word Count : 2.7k
Note : hey yâall! I havenât updated this in over a week, but as it stands, I am going to upload a chapter 2-3 times a week. Let me know if I missed anyone in the tag list. Enjoy!
Buckyâs obsession with Joannaâs journal crept in quietly, at first. He kept it tucked under his arm, bringing it with him even to the smallest corners of his life. Before long, he felt like he was compelled to carry a piece of her story.
In the low light of the bedside table, heâd lose hours tracing her words with a respect that bordered on devotion. Each night, youâd find him hunched over the journal, eyes fixed on the paper as if every letter were sacred. His breaths would grow shallow, his body still, save for the fingers that turned the pages. Youâd watch him from across the room, feeling a knot tightening in your chest because it did in his.
You knew you should probably take a peek, but the idea of reading it yourself filled your head with a uneasy dread.Â
You didnât want to know what was written insideâdidnât want to see the horrors the bond you shared with Bucky reflected in the pages. There was a fear you couldnât shake offâ that the journal held a blueprint of what your future with him might become, and it terrified you more than you could admit.
One night, after you fed on him and showered, you heard him turn the page and exhale, almost a sigh. You knew it couldnât be anything good.
I can feel Celineâs heartbeat even when sheâs not near. When she leaves, I feel like a ship wandering the seas without a destination. Her soul burns with mine like a flame, and I am afraid of how much I crave it.
How strange to feel so full, yet so empty without her⊠I wonder if this hunger is love or something else entirely. I cannot tell. But I do not care to know the difference.
As Bucky read, his grip on the journal tightened, knuckles turning white. His storm-blue had that faraway look again, as if Joannaâs writing had taken the words right out of his mouth.Â
He didnât notice how his breaths grew shallow the way you didâ and how his shallow intakes of air made it harder for you to breathe.Â
You bit down on the inside of your cheek instinctively. In that moment, he felt his cheeks ache, too. Warily, he looked up to you.Â
He shut the book and smiled as if nothing was wrong. But he couldnât hide these things from you anymoreâ you felt the dread he did, the spiral of obsession slowly digging deeper and deeper into his skull, taking root in his brain.
And still, you didnât open the journal. You havenât read a single sentence.Â
It felt like the last line of defense, a boundary between what you could bear to know and what would destroy you if you did.
â
Today, you went on another missionâ Elsa Bloodstone had tipped you off.Â
The sunlight was blinding, slicing through the vein-like branches of the forest like a blade, yet the trees were so thick that there were pockets of darkness underneath. Â
You and Bucky moved in near-silence through the edge of the woods, stalking the faerie that had left two vampires dead in the last three days. The forest seemed to sway with purpose, the earth beneath your boots uncharacteristically still.Â
Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves set your senses on fire as you stayed close to Buckyâs side. The faerie had been maddeningly elusive.Â
But you both knew it was nearâ you had caught a glimpse of their feet and followed it here.Â
Buckyâs grip on his rifle was tight, his keen eyes flicking to every shadow that might move. He had specifically prepared silver-tipped bullets in his weapon, hoping he wouldnât need it. Between you, the bond buzzed softly, a shared endless rise and falls of energy. His adrenaline felt like it had mixed with yours, creating a heady cocktail that made you hyper-aware, feeling the beat of his heart as if it was your own.
The daylight gave you an advantageâBucky had insisted on that. The faeries had killed vampiresâ they would expect a vampire to avenge them. They would not expect a daywalker.Â
This was your best chance.Â
And yet, this seemed too easy.
As you stepped into a small clearing, the forest fell silent. Not the natural quiet of natureâ it was like noise had been sucked out of the air in a vacuum.Â
It was the kind of stillness that promised violence.Â
You halted, your hand instinctively resting on the hilt of your dagger. The faint scent of blood drifted to you, sharp and metallic, and your eyes followed it to a figure slumped against the thick trunk of a tree.
A young vampire. Recently turned, by the smell of it.
The fledglingâs throat had been violently slashed, a grotesque smile carved into his pale flesh. His wide, empty eyes stared up at the canopy above. He likely was sheltering out the sun under the shade of the ancient tree. A dark red streak ran down his neck, a brutal sight against his alabaster skin.
âThis isnât right,â you whispered, your voice barely audible as you began to back away. Your instincts screamed at you to run. âTheyâre leaving victims for us to find.â
He stiffened beside you, his head jerking up as he scanned the perimeter. His mouth opened to respond, but the forest answered first.Â
Figures seemed to spill from the edges of your vision, flickering like flames. They moved with impossible grace, as if they were one with air itself.Â
Faeries.Â
Their pale, luminous skin glowed like winterâs first frost beneath sunrise. They wore flowing garments in shades of moonlight, their faces achingly beautiful but marred by a cruel childlike glee. They danced in and out of sight, their laughter piercing your ears, sharp as broken glass.Â
You knew, now, that this was a trap.Â
The bond between you and Bucky flared, his pulse thundering in your head. He moved closer, his back pressed against yours as the faeries closed in. Their movements were so fluid, so deliberate. One stepped forward, its lips curling into a smile that sent a chill down your spine.
âThe blood-bonded lovers,â she said, her tone dripping with genuine wonder. âHow rare. How precious.â
A shiver ran through your veins.Â
These werenât just faeries. Your eyes flicked to the brands on their necksâ intricate, thorny roses etched into their pale skin.Â
A marker of devotion.
âA cult,â you breathed, the realization hitting you like a blow. âA faerie cult.â
The stories came rushing back to you, dark whispers of faerie cults who performed ancient rituals to bend the natural forces to their will. The tales always mentioned daywalkers, their connection said to hold unspeakable power.
Perhaps they wanted to test their rituals on a blood bonded daywalker now.
One of the faeries began to hum, the melody soft and haunting. The sound wormed its way into your chest, vibrating in your bones, fraying your nerves.Â
âTo bring back the dead requires a blood sacrifice so rare,â the faerie purred, their eyes gleaming with hunger. âA blood sacrifice so potent.â
Buckyâs body tensed beside you, the bond crackling with his thoughtsâ anger, fear, and above all, a determination that burned like fire. You felt an unspoken promise ripple through the connection: he would not let them take you. But you knew he could feel your thoughts as well, that you were going to protect him just the same.Â
The first faerie lunged, and you both moved as one. Buckyâs shot first, the silver-tipped bullet slicing through the air and slicing into the faerieâs shoulder. It staggered back with a shriek, its blood sparkling like liquid starlight. Another darted toward you, your dagger in hand, slicing into its flesh. The faerie hissed, otherworldly beauty twisting into monstrousityz
But thenâÂ
A sharp sting bit into your neck. And another.
You slapped at the source, but it was too late. A cold numbness spread through your veins.Â
You heard Bucky say your name, his voice quiet and distant. The world tilted, the sunlight fading, the trees dissolving into darkness.Â
You both hit the ground.
And then there was nothing.
â
When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the moon, bright and full, hanging high in the sky above you.Â
How long had it been?Â
You were in a hole in the ground, vines wrapped around your wrists. The air was damp, the faint scent of moss clinging to your senses as you groggily tried to sit up.Â
âYouâre finally awake,â came Buckyâs low, steady voice. He was crouched beside you, his metal hand working at the knots that held you captive.Â
âHow did you untie yourself?â you croaked, your voice still groggy, the lingering effects of the poison lingering.
Bucky shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âThey didnât factor in the whole blood-bonded supersoldier thing. Woke up, snapped the vines. Easy.â
You blinked at him, still drowsy. âHow are you, like⊠fully awake already?âÂ
He held up a dart casing heâd pulled from his arm. The faintly glowing residue inside it shimmered faintly under the moonlight. âSilverleaf poison,â he said, toying with it between his fingers. âHits vampires harder than humans. Guess they were banking on me being out longer.âÂ
You couldnât help the chuckle that escaped you even now. Heâs been reading up on your kind.Â
It took another minute or two, but he finally freed you from the vines. He helped you to your feet, steadying you with a hand on your waist. The bond between you buzzed faintly, a steady pulse of his calm sensibility grounding you.Â
âThey caught us off guard once,â you muttered, shaking off the last vestiges of grogginess. You looked up to the opening above you. You grabbed a root that had snaked down and started to climb out. âNot again.â
Bucky nodded, stretching his metal arm. He felt naked without his weapon, but thisâll do.
As you climbed out of the hole, the forest greeted you with an eerie silence. No whispers. No laughter. Nothing.Â
Yet again, you got the creeping feeling that said the silence must mean something was wrong.Â
Together, you moved cautiously into the clearing, every step feline. The smell hit you firstâsharp, metallic, unmistakable. Blood.Â
Then you saw them.Â
The faeries.Â
Their once luminous, otherworldly bodies lay sprawled across the ground like discarded old marionettes. Their glowing skin was smeared with their silvery blood, their flowing garments torn and stained. Some had wide, glassy eyes staring lifelessly at the canopy above; others had their faces frozen in terror. Their bodies were twisted at unnatural angles, limbs discarded as they had been ripped apart.
âHoly fuckâŠâ Bucky trailed off, scanning the scene with wide eyes. He stepped forward, nudging one of the corpses with the toe of his boot.Â
It didnât stir.
You knelt beside another body, your hand hovering over the intricate thorny brand on its neck. The symbol seemed to flicker faintly, the glow fading as though whatever power had coursed through it was finally snuffed out.Â
Then, you saw the figure standing at the center of the carnage.
You couldnât take your eyes off him.Â
Tall and refined, he seemed utterly untouched by the chaos around him. His coat, deep purple with intricate gold trim, swirled faintly in the breeze. A lavish feather boa was draped over his shoulders, absurdly elegant. His dark eyes stayed on you and Bucky.Â
The vampire from Dead Club City.
He was renewed with energyâ almost glowing.
His fangs glinted of silvery blood.
Oh, heâd kept a couple of the faeries alive enough to feed.
Faerie blood was an acquired tasteâ and it was intoxicating. A recreational hallucinogenic drug for the vampire community at times, though not without dangerâ you have heard of multiple overdose cases.Â
Yet here he was, unchanged by the blood he had drankâ as if he had a resistance to it. As if he had built up tolerance to it.
His smirk deepened. It was not friendly. Not warm.Â
âAh, the hunters,â he said, his voice smooth and sweet. âOr shall I say, the hunted?â
Your stomach twisted. You could feel the hum of the bond with Bucky at your side, his tensed breathing a steady pull in your chest. He shifted, moving half a step in front of you, his stance protective.
His grip on your arm stayed firmâa reassurance that you werenât alone. Still, unease prickled along your skin. This manâthis vampireâwas dangerous in ways you couldnât yet define.
He had done this. Effortlessly.Â
And now his attention was on you.
âEric Veer,â He introduced as he approached, his boots crunching softly against the ground, not caring if he stepped on some faerie remains on his way.
There was nothing kind in this manâs face, only an ancient hunger, hidden beneath a thin layer of civility.Â
Bucky, however, didnât move. His hand tightened on your armânot in alarm, but in caution. His thoughts, muted but present through the bond, was conflicted. But mostly, it was curiosity.Â
It made you want to shake him, want to shout at him. How could Bucky not feel the danger emanating from this man? How could he not see the predator that lingered beneath the elegant facade?
Ericâs gaze shifted to Bucky, and then to you, lingering for a second too long. His eyes dropped to where Buckyâs hand gripped your arm.Â
âFascinating,â he murmured. âThe connection between you⊠so raw. So untested.â
You wanted to step back, to put distance between yourself and him, but Buckyâs grip held you in place. The bond pulsed with his determination, and it felt infuriating.Â
âWhat do you want from us?â You asked.
Veer shrugged. âI want to help. I have been studying blood bonds for centuries.â
You didnât trust him. Not for a second.
Bucky, though, seemed to be listening, his thoughts guarded but intrigued. You felt the flicker of his hesitation through the bond, a reflection of your worry.Â
Eric reached into his coat and withdrew a folded piece of paper. He held it out, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling mixture of amusement and excitement.Â
You didnât take it.Â
Bucky, however, stepped forward, plucking the paper from Ericâs hand without any hesitation. You felt the shift in him, the way his curiosity bloomed, the subtle intrigue that bled through the bond. It frustrated you.Â
How could he trust this manâthis vampire who stood amidst a field of corpses like a god laying waste to his domain?
The address scrawled on the paper was written in cursive. Bucky said nothing as he studied it. Ericâs gaze returned to you, as if knowing he still needed to win you over.Â
âI offer knowledge,â Eric said, his voice low, âWhat you do with it is up to you.â
He turned then, his coat billowing behind him as he began to walk away. You should have felt relief as he left, but the unease only grew, wrapping tighter around you like a noose. âBe careful with that bond of yours. A faerie cult is the least of your worries.â
And just like that, he was gone, swallowed by the shadows of the forest.Â
The clearing was silent once more, save for the faint rustle of leaves in the wind. You stared at the spot where Eric had disappeared, your thoughts a blend of mistrust, and unease.Â
Bucky, however, was still holding the paper, his expression unreadable. Through the bond, you felt his determination, his mind already turning with plans, strategiesâ a willingness to follow the thread Eric had offered.Â
The paper held an address: 10 Wintermeyer Lane
âWe shouldnât go,â you said finally, your voice wound tight. âWe canât trust him.â
Buckyâs hand relaxed on your arm, but he didnât look at you. âMaybe,â he said quietly, his tone carefully neutral. âBut if he knows something about this bond⊠we canât just ignore it.â
The connection flared again, a clash of emotionsâyour mistrust against his curiosity. You didnât reply, but the fear in your chest refused to subside.Â
As Bucky tucked the paper into his pocket, you couldnât shake the feeling that stepping onto the path Eric had laid would lead to another trapâ one that Bucky wholeheartedly trusted.
-To be continuedâŠ
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Hi pookie 𫶠do you have a favorite AU for your punch out blorbos? Like sci-fi mech au or something?
First off hi pookie đ«¶đ
Secondly yes and while nothing is like super thought out yet I so have basic ideas
WIRE-FRAME
I think i rambled to you about this during vc lol but I have different versions of it
VERSION 1:
Mac gets into an accident (when or how is yet to be determined) and idk the people doing his surgery or freaks so they're like "hey yeah this kid isn't going to make it....UNLESSâïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž" and they basically do a consciousness transfer where his mind his put into a half hologram half machine form which has a wire frame base. Mac continues about his normal life but idk something happens that causes his "skin" to freak out mid combat and reveal his actual form. Spiraling ensues as he begins to question literally everything about himself and his identity (both as a living, breathing, human and as Little Mac). The other boxers understandable freak out, because holy shit Little Mac got into a life threatening accident, but HOLY SHIT HE'S A ROBOT NOW?????? There's definitely mixed reactions to the information: pity to his condition, apathy(more so defensively because if he's a robot (like he literally has no flesh and bones. Not even a brain) Then who or what were they talking to? Is he an unfeeling hunk of metal? Is how he reacts, each laugh, roll of the eyes, or tear truly his? Or is it simply a reaction because if Little Mac behaved as such, than it will as well), or maybe even fear? Stop watching terminator you guys this is different.
VERSION 2:
Similar concept except Little Mac knows what he is. He doesn't know anything beyond one day waking up in a lab with countless people looming over him. They run tests on him, mumbling to each other things he couldn't understand. They called him something, he's forgotten what, but they'd call him 'Mac'.
He's a machine made and built to be an unstoppable fighting force. That's his entire purpose. He was 'given' to Doc under the pretense of being an underdog who wants to take on the title of champion(his story being to honor his mother and to prove he's something more beyond his circumstances. How ironic). No one is aware of his true nature, but Mac isn't concerned with concealing who or what he is.
As per the rule of humanesque robot, he slowly but surely starts to feel. the warmth of Doc's hand on his shoulder as he tells him "well done, son", the smooth coffee going down his artifical throat as he converses with Joe. These things shouldn't matter, shouldn't overheat the machinery beneath his skin, yet it does.
(Spoilers if the gang ever finds out he's a robot (without knowing the proper context of his creation) they are for sure avoiding him which would make Mac feel absolutely horrible 𫶠cuz his creators were right he is just a machine who serves no purpose beyond what he was made for. He has the strength and capacity to kill, but doesn't not out of kindness or connection, but because he's told "not yet". Is he really his own person if at the end of the day, he does as he's told?
I technically have other ones but they're more "this would be fun" rather than fully fleshed out or thought about for more than 5 minutes: Beastars, MHA, a horror-esquw au (i wanna make Glass Joe a freaky porcelain doll like thing let me have this)
Then ig this would count as an au but those "everyone lives together in one house" things. I need to specially because how dare everyone be at minimum states away to literal countries across water away????? How can I have my found family ease of access if Lil Mac gotta clear out a week, get a plane ticket, and pack his shit to hang out with Great Tiger???? Literal bullshit I say chat
#punch out#punch out wii#punch out!!#punch-out#au stuff ig#no but fr i think soke of these would be fun to do but that means usijg brain power#and its dinals week i cant afford to use my brain#but yeah hi pookie if you read the tags
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aaaaaaa okey I ordered the speaker and the star projector. (and a beauty blender and a neck support and the new volume of yona and the garbage disposal cleaner matt wanted.) it was still only $35 actually out of pocket and I get my allowance in the morning which will completely replace that amount. I will definitely like the speaker and if I don't like the star projector arin will.
#yes this did take me an entire week#I don't like spending money. I like having money and I like having things.#but I must spend money to get things.#but I have had a very draining weekend and I deserve nice things and that's what gift cards are supposed to be for.#(frankly even if nice things do need to be earned which is a notion that deserves to be critically examined)#(depending on how one defines 'nice things')#(I have more than earned all the nice things I could ever want between keeping other people alive and keeping myself alive.)#(we glamorize Big Actions way too fuckin much btw but that's tangential off the 'keeping other people alive' thing)#(Big Actions often have the smallest fuckin impact tbh. they mean nothing without thousands of small actions.)#I very nearly didn't order the projector but it's late and I'm in my room alone and I turned the lamp off early#so that no one can tell I'm still up since my brother is still here#and it's just a tiny bit too dark for being awake purposes#only a tiny bit though#there's good light through the window because of the courtyard#and the projector has an auto-off#idk I think it's worth trying. if I like it they can give me extra discs for it for christmas#and if I don't I can give it to arin#the notion that I can try stuff without 100% Committing Forever is. not one I grew up with.#like. mom started me on piano lessons for my 9th birthday cuz I'd mentioned it at some point#and I faithfully attended every week (barring schedule conflicts or illness) until I moved away for college at 19.#you had to promise you really wanted something for real if you were gonna get it and god help you if you were wrong.#even though neither of us were prone to tantrums or greed even without those tight boundaries.#(and even though she did not hold herself to that standard at all from what I can see.)
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plz write a domestic toji fic
áč content tags. áč fem! reader, pure fluff, house husband toji, reader is pregnant, toji attempting to cook, petnames.
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toji quirks an arched brow in frustration. with a concise glance at his broken watch you bought him for his thirtieth birthday, it reads three am. sighing, the back of his wrist smears a sheet of sweat off his forehead as he gets a good sniff of the cuisine. like always, he stayed up all night, watching those random cooking mom videos on youtube. trying so hard to mimic their recipes and methods but failing anyway. âtch. fuckinâ shit,â he grumbles under his breath, covered in nothing but flour. the sizzling of the pan was quite loud. the smoke detector went off at least four times. he was wearing another thing you bought him. an apron that had the words of âkiss the cookâ imprinted near the front in bedazzled little sparkles. âwhy does it keep stickinâ to the pan.â
as his annoyance grows, he hears familiar little footsteps approach the linoleum kitchen floor. itâs you, his shoulders lower and his mood softens at the sight of you in comfy silk pajamas and a grouchy expression. âtoji? âs like three in the morning,â and as you take a whiff of the air, you furrow your own two brows. âare you . . cooking?â
âyeah yeah,â he gruffly grouses, going back to whisking the flour. âgo back âta bed, baby. almost done. âm jusâ practicing.â
âat three am,â you deadpan, a hand rubbing against your plump growing tummy.
so cute, you were a few weeks pregnant yet everything was moving at such an rapid speed. with the way your body was changing so quick, he could barely keep up. toji hears the sass in your tone as you speak and he knows good and well he should be back in bed with you. you wondered why the left side of the mattress felt empty. you waddle over beside him, hugging him from behind. his bulging muscles rub against you and you let off a playful little whine. âtooooji, you need sleep. come back to bed.â
âprincessss,â he plays along with a fake pout, his entire hands covered with piles and piles of doughy flour mix. âbut âm makinâ breakfast for us two,â and with a brief notion of turning the fire down a bit, he utters last minute. âerâ three.â and you smile at him not forgetting to include your unborn child.
toji never cooks, itâs always been just you.
itâs not like he was incapable or anything. heâs always found a liking to watching you cook though.
you always prepared him the best of meals, so good that it had his mouth watering, licking the tips of his tongue in sweet sweet relish.
right before youâd got pregnant, youâd pack him the most divine lunches for work, always with such loving care. youâd never forget to leave him a little adoring note or two, wishing him the best of shifts. so the moment you ended up getting knocked up, he wanted to try.
try to do better,
for you.
sacrificing his sleep wasnât really an issueâhe didnât mind if it wasnât for you and his unborn baby. and if toji had to learn how to cook simple meals, heâd do that.. despite the struggle it was.
giggling, you stretch your arms over his torso.
âtoji . . making pancakes is easy,â you hum, and his muscles relaxes from your gentle touch.
heâs missed you dearly, even though he was only out of bed for at least a good hour now. hearing him swear vulgar curses underneath his breath at messing up the instructions was quite near adorable. peering at the mess in front of you, you take the cerulean blue mixing bowl from him. âyou couldâve woke me up if you needed help, you know.â
âi know,â he grumbles, his voice softening a bit.
you pauseâtojiâs body language seems a bit different. it shifts. he looks a bit ashamed.
once toji turns off the stove, he deeply sighs. âi just wanted âta learn how to cook for usâ you know, like as a family. so when the babyâs here, iâll uh- be prepared. donât want ya to be doinâ everything, darlinâ. yâer gonna be limited to do lots of stuff soon ân i jusâ wanna help out a bit more.â
with a smile, you stroke a thumb against your husbandâs chin, right near his little scar. âawww,â and thereâs an immediate embarrassed scowl stretching against his thin lips.
toji wanting to try more for you made your heart swarm up with a variety schools of butterflies. it flutters and flaps as he spoke. speaking in a soft tone, a thumb swipes a few remnants of flour near the crevices of his lip. âyouâre sweet, toji. but i donât want you stressing out over cooking. âs okay, besidessss we can always do it together.â
âeh,â his eye twitches at your smug growing grin. âthatâs⊠not what i meant, mama.â
âdonât eh me. yeah it is, you want me to teach you how to cook like me,â you simper, planting a kiss against the back of his arm. âyou wanna learn how to be a househusband?â
toji groans, turning to face you. verdant eyes leer at you for a long timeâbut he could never stay too vexed at you, you were so adorable, especially whenever you were this enthusiastic.
âthatâs not the term iâd use for myself, but i guess,â and he wipes a few pounds of flour off his apron. âdonât worry âbout the mess. iâll clean that up too.â
âi like this new toji.â you tease, leaning up close to press a wet kiss against his temple.
toji buries his hands in his pockets, staring off to the side and trying to ignore the incoming flush setting against his skin.
oh, you had him weak,
weak everywhereâweak in the knees.
he was feeling himself getting soft as the seconds pass. toji couldnât lie, he was starting to like this new side of his too. heâd never in a million years admit it though. âbaby please,â he grunts, switching the sink on to wash his hands. as the water screams out of the faucet, he lathers everywhere with soap before grumbling. âbeen watchinâ so many of those damn mom vlogs of cooking. was so annoying, wanted to pull my hair out.â
âyou could have just asked me for help, silly,â and your arms securely wrap around his beefy body once more. tojiâs frame was a lot more broad and built compared to you. he sucks his teeth, leaning into your touch before staring at the kitchen counter. âokay, good. you have all the ingredients . . eggs, flour, milk, umm sugar..â
and as your words continue and you observe his unkempt handiwork, toji clears his throat. âi gave up once the things kept stickinâ to the skillet.â
you let off a pretty laugh that makes his ears twitch. âwelllll thatâs probably because you didnât add enough oil or butter to the pan,â and he watches as you grab a nearby stick of butter. you cut near the end part it with a butter knife before spreading it on the middle of the pan.
toji cutely stays quiet, staring intently and taking in everything youâre doing. heâs attentive, he doesnât wanna miss anything because heâd soon be doing this for you and his soon-to-be baby.
after a few long seconds, you turn on the stove and it starts to sizzle again. âokay, so you mixed the batter, thatâs good. now all you have to do is just pour a good amount into the pan and flip it once itâs a brownish color.â
âehhhh.â
âtoji, you wanted to cook so youâre gonna cook.â
âyes maâam.â he sighs, his tone playful.
some minutes pass before you both finally finish making a fresh, scrumptious batch of pancakes. with your arms wrapped around him, you showed him all the steps slowly. you were patient with toji, helping him pour the batter and mix it. every time he messes up, youâd kiss the edge of his arm, reminding him that he can just try again. he calms down after a while, and you step away to watch him make a pancake of his own. he flips it over, and he has a sly grinâglancing back toward you, hoping you caught that. you did, giving him an encouraging smile before showering him with praise.
it was almost four am and toji was desperately trying to stay awakeâyou could tell he was struggling to keep his eyes open with how heâs swaying a bit. turning off the stove for the nth time, you set the steaming hot spatula aside before looking in tojiâs direction. âwe can always eat them when we wake up.â
âwe?â he grumbles, combing a hand through his messy strands, giving it a solid scratch.
âyes, we,â and you wrap the heated pancakes with plastic wrap, tucking the undersides of the plate with the material before putting it in the microwave to preserve heat. you then grab onto tojiâs hand. âweâre going back to bed.â
with a sigh, he knew he wasnât gonna win this little spat. toji squeezes your hand back, yet before the two of you could go back into bed, he bends down.
raising your brow, toji gets on his knees before bringing a chaste kiss toward your tummy. âhey little one,â he whispers, rubbing a palm gingerly against the front of your stomach. dark, tired eyes meet yours and he bedaubs a thumb near your the print of your navel poking through your his oversized t-shirt. the cold, frigid texture of tojiâs fingertips almost tickles. as he softly runs a finger down the center of your growing belly bump, a bit of flour gets against your clothes. âhow are my girls? any cramps or pain i should know about?
girls,
the gender was still too early to determine but toji always pondered about how it might be a girl.
ân- no,â you breathe, moving a few raven strands of hair out of his face. everything felt different, it was as if you were walking with volumes of water stored within you. tojiâs always been supportive during your pregnancy, he was trying. he stands up again before kissing the crown of your head. âyou still think âs a girl?â
âkinda, yeah,â he utters, and a strong arm slings around your shoulders.
toji guides you to bed, not minding your cute slow waddle of a walk. âup we go, câmon,â and he helps you up the steps, lowly chuckling into your neck at your adorable state. toji was always patient, the moment you finally reach the bed, he pulls down the fat cover so you could climb in. ââŠ. thank you baby.â
âfor what?â you slump against the cushioned sheets, slipping off your baby blue socks. toji crawls in beside you, leaning in to switch off the lamp. he still had a bit of flour on his faceâand he spots you swiping some of it off with your thumb.
toji groans, acting as if the next incoming sentence was gonna kill him.
âfor . . teachinâ me how âta be a good househusband,â he pouts, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. âi love you.â
âi love you too toji.â
âi love ya more,â and he lowers his neck to kiss the middle of your stomach. âoh, ân papa loves you also, little one. love my girls so much.â
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secret polaroids - spencer reid
summary: secretly dating your coworker, when it all coomes to light due to a blurry polaroid
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
âwait, whos in the picture behind your phonecase?!â
doctor spencer reid, the genius with an eidetic memory, one of the fbiâs brightest minds, your coworker. who youâve been secretly going out with for the last couple of months
it all happend over spilled coffee, you had been rushing over to the office, holding cups of coffee for the team working on a case out of town. as a new member of the team you wanted to make a good impression, hell maybe suck up to them a little.
so when you walk in the precint and spill the coffee all over your clothes, the work of a small town cop running into you, spencer offers to drive you to the hotel, to change into clean clothes.
âthat was so embarrasing god what an idiotâ you said covering your flushed face as spencer drove to the hotel
âthe cop ran into you, besides you were doomed from the start carrying 8 cups of coffee in the same hand, and statistically speaking, it's actually quite common to spill coffee, especially when multitasking or under stress, the brain can only process a limited amount of information at once, which leads to small errors in motor control.â spencer looked over at you and chuckled
"you know it amazes me how much information you have stored up in your brain, i mean i know about the phdÂŽs and everything but still its so amazing" you said looking over at him as he parked in front of the hotel, you can see his cheeks start to form a little red to them and naturally yours do too
and after that, a couple of weeks later full of small glances, smiles and of derek telling him how painfully obvious it was that he likes you and liked him. he asked you out
"you know people who share common interests and engage in meaningful conversation tend to form stronger connections and, well, i really enjoy talking with you, so i was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me sometime? i promise i wonât ramble about statistics the entire time" he said as he tried to hide the blush in his face so the rest of the team wouldnt know what the both of you were talking about in your desk
"spence, id love nothing more than to hear you ramble over dinner"
one dinner became two then three, then you found yourself kissing him goodnight as he dropped at the door to your apartment
he leans in slightly, hesitating for a brief moment, as if calculating the perfect timing and then gently kisses you
"i really enjoyed tonight" you said after the kiss "would you like to come in for a drink?"
he pauses for a moment, trying to think clearly then says "id love too"
after a while you both end up getting wine drunk in your apartment floor, which leads to the decision of your bringing out your polaroid camera
"come on spence smile for the camera" you laughed trying to get him to take his hands off his face but he wouldnt so you snap the picture anyway
"alright enough, your turn" he said taking the camera from your hands and taking a couple of pictures of you.
he wobbles a little setting his wine glass down in the counter, eyes half-focused but full of affection. "you know,ive been thinking, well, not just tonight, but, like a lot. youâre amazing and smart, and funny, and so beautiful and i think your definetly out of my league and if i were to kiss you then go to hell, i would. so then i could brag to the devils i saw heaven without entering" He fumbles over his words, blinking slowly, but his sincerity is clear. "maybe you could, um, be my girlfriend? statistically, weâre, uh, compatible, and I think we could you know be really happy together what do you say?" he offers a lopsided smile, clearly a bit nervous despite the alcohol.
his rambling takes you back "did you just quote shakespeare to me?" you chuckled as you leaned in to kiss him once more
"is that a yes i take it?" he said kissing you back
"yes doctor reid, i want to be your girlfriend" his eyes wide open to your response, and for a moment hes speechless, he laughs nervously rubbing the back of his neck and grabs the camera once more
"come on we are taking our first official dating picture" he smiles shyly but brightly taking a blurry polaroid of the two of you in front of the mirror
the two of you knew it was better to keep the relationship private, spencer's face flushed when you mentioned the thought of how derek would tease him, or how he wouldnt hear the end of it from garcia being all happy for the both of you. knowing they wouldnt do it to harm either of you but since this was quite new and being coworkers, you decided to keep it private but not a secret. the team knew spencer was seeing someone, emily said his face seemed brighter and suddenly he couldnt stay overtime to finish the files jj had sneeked him in his desk. and they knew you were seeing someone too since garcia said she caught you smiling while you were texting, they hoped you guys were seeing each other but since neither of you ever mentioned the date or maybe it was the fact that you really were able to mantain a professional front while working, they hadnt been able to fully catch on that you were dating spencer
that was until you decided to put the blurry polaroid of the night he asked you to be his girlfriend behind your phone case
"wait who's in the picture behind your phone case?" penelope squealed with exciment catching the attention of the rest of the team
"is that your boyfriend y/n, do i officially have no chance with you" chuckled derek leaning against your desk as you nervously took your phone from garcia
"oh come on now she will tell us when she wants too" emily approached then took your phone from your hands "besides you cant really tell who it is in the picture" as she looked at the picture trying to figure it out despite your efforts to take the phone from her hands.
derek stood beside her also looking at the picture "hey but doesnt it kind of look like.."
"morning what are we looking at" spencer appeared at your desk, his face blushing when he saw the picture emily and derek were looking at, they looked at spencer, then looked at you burying your face in your hands
"oh my god, no way really?!?" garcia said with a bright smile "doctor love oh my god i cant belive it" she said hugging spencer
"so i guess the cat is out of the bag huh?" you said looking at spencer
"you owe me 20 bucks i told you they were dating" emily said playfully punching derek in the shoulder
"wait you guys had bets on this" spencer said laughing nervously letting go of the hug with garcia
"well pretty boy we didnt actually think you would even ask her out how long has this been going on for" said morgan looking playfully hurt "baby girl let them breathe" he said pulling garcia from you
"a couple of months" you mentioned letting go of the hug with a cheesy smile
"alright, we have a case" said rossi joining the team by your desk. the team grins weider as they notice spencer blushing as he stands next to you "were really happy, for the both of you" said derek as they started to walk away. you get up from your desk following the team and squeeze your boyfriends hand, a signal that all was well
"did you really think we wouldnt figure it out?" rossi raised his eyebrows as he looked at spencer watching walk away while the team playfully teased you "im happy for you kid" rossi patted him on the back
spencer shakes his head with a half-laugh trying to hide the blush in his face as they joined everyone.
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a/n: feedback would be super appreciated, i hoped you enjoyed reading <33
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Male!Zombie x Fem!Reader
Bunniâs Monstertober Event
Oct 9th
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summary: youâve barely been surviving with your childhood friend during the zombie apocalypse, so when he gets bitten youâre ready to die along with him. But instead of eating you, he fights the urge to spread his virus⊠and instead pins you down and spreads his seed.
warning: dubcon, breeding, very rough sex, pregnancy hinted at the end
Human beings are social creatures. Living alone for too long can drive one insane, so you would imagine losing the last person you loved during a zombie apocalypse can really break your spirit.
It had been a normal scavenging trip. Lately the zombies had become slower and rotted faster due to the summer heat, so it made moving through town without harm a lot easier.
It was unfortunate though, the zombies trapped indoors were in much better condition than those exposed to the elements. This wasnât something you had planned for, and it cost your friend his life.
The two of you had been searching through a grocery store, one that had been surrounded by zombies before. Now, only a few skeletal bodies remained outside the doors.
You knew you probably wouldnât find much, but you both hoped for at least a few canned goods and powder milkâŠ
While searching the store, you were suddenly shoved, a sickening crunch heard behind you.
âGo, run!â
You watched as your friend held off a zombie, his arm being bittenâŠ
âNoâŠâ
Tears welled up in your eyes, your mind filled with images of life without him. You wouldnât make it, youâd surely lose your mind with loneliness and go insane!
He was able to fight the zombie off and bash its head in, panting from the stress. All that movement caused his blood to pump faster and the virus to spread before he could yell for you to run again.
His mind felt fuzzy, his heart slowing before stopping completely. His limbs kept moving without his control, and he was approaching you, shambling.
âWhy isnât she moving?â
He was stuck inside of his body, unable to do anything as he pinned you down. Tears were running down your chubby cheeks, and he could barely make out what you were sayingâŠ
âI wonât leave you! I donât want⊠to be all alone!â
Drool fell from his dry lips, his pupils dilated as he stared down at you. Was there nothing he could do?
Memories played through his head, everything moving slowly as if he was pushing through something gelatinous.
He could picture you in your school uniform, the two of you skipping class to hang out at the arcade. He watched as you sobbed into his chest after discovering your parents were dead, and how you weakly pushed him back when he tried to kiss you a week ago.
Although he was now undead, his entire being ached for you. Since you were kids, you had always been someone he cared for, adored to no end. You held his hand, smiled at him, made his days so much brighter.
Of course he would push you out of the way when a zombie threatened to take your life⊠to take you away from him.
He loved you⊠and that was just enough for him to hold himself back from sinking his jaws into your soft flesh.
A low growl escaped his lips as he buried his face into your throat. He needed to do something, the urge to spread the virus and infect you was pulsing through his veinsâŠ
Itâs when you whimpered that he regained some control. His body no longer had control of itself, so the erection heâd been barely holding back every time he smelled your sweet scent was pressing into your crotch.
âPlease⊠donât go⊠I donât wanna⊠lose youâŠâ
You were crying, his sweet girl that tried your best to keep a smile on your face even at the toughest of times was crying.
And it made him almost⊠feral.
He snapped his jaws around the strap of your backpack, needing to bite down on something as he rubbed his bulge against you. He was humping you like a horny mutt, the veins in his face visible through his now pale skin.
âMâŠmâŠineâŠâ he growled, struggling to get the word out.
Hearing your soft whines and embarrassed moans made his chest rumble with some strange, satisfied purr, and his fingers were down your pants and in your panties, fumbling around with your pussy lips before sinking into cunt.
It wasnât great, he could barely control the speed and way his fingers moved, but you were wet enough that he felt he fuck you without hurting the most precious person in his life.
Or well, death.
He ripped your pants off, not having the mobility to elegantly pull them down. Part of him felt bad, he knew you didnât have many pairs now that the world ended, but this was a matter of life or death.
His cock was now large and swollen, a purplish tint to it. His engorged tip pressed against your tight hole, and he was unable to hold himself back from fucking into you.
For years he had fantasized about taking your virginity. In his head, he had imagined it would be somewhere romantic and heâd kiss your head, being as gentle as he could be.
But in reality he was rough, groaning as his hips jerked forward into yours. The pace was uneven, leaving you whimpering out and begging for him to be more gentle.
He wanted to be, god he wished this could feel as good to you as it did for him, but the virus was telling him to breed, to fill you up until you were close to bursting with his cum.
It lasted so long, too long. By the end you were a mess of tears and snot, your face flushed with embarrassment after orgasming so much.
But part of you was happy. Your friend seemed a bit more lucid after pumping you full of his hot and sticky load. His fingers awkwardly traced over your bulging, chubby belly, his head resting on your chest.
You didnât go home alone that night⊠instead you still had your friend, and another member of the family along the way in your belly.
Youâd do anything to keep him with you, after all⊠he did care for you, didnât he? The two of you had been friends since you could remember⊠and if having to sit through a few hours of rough sex meant you could keep him by your side, then youâd do it.
Humans are social creatures after all.
If you want more, send me a Kofi! I really like this concept and would love to expand on it with my thoughts on how the relationship would progress :3
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LE SSERAFIM Kim Chaewon x m! reader
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âGod, youâre so bad at this.âÂ
âYeah, no shit, Chaewon.âÂ
âLike, really bad, you know? Like you should not be allowed to play this game bad."
Youâre already down three games, struggling not to scratch again as you aim for a different colored ball this timeâsomewhere, anywhere, but in the goddamn pocket. Safe to say, things are not going well tonight.Â
âShut up, Chaeâyouâre distracting me.âÂ
"No fucking way I am," Chaewon fires back, not missing her mark as a striped ball clacks into the side pocket, almost mocking your failed attempt. âWhatâs your excuse for losing the last three games, then?âÂ
âI just need to get warmed up, that's allâ"
"Will that come before or after the sun comes up?" she asks, planting her stick against the floor and sliding closer. "It's okay to admit you're bad at this."
You grit your teeth, fueled by frustration, and slam your pool cue so hard the table rattles as the white ball shoots forward. Almost in slow-motion, it ricochets right off the sideâfailing spectacularly, right back into the eight-ball that spirals into the corner pocket.
Chaewon can't stop laughing.
âOh look, you finally sunk one in.â You're left standing there, hands gripping your cue stick so tight your knuckles have turned white. "And that's game four."
You're about to snap the pool cue in half right here, then and there. You're fuming; Chaewon is eating all of this up, covering her mouth before taking a sip out of a beer bottle that's almost empty.
"Rematch. We're going again," you hiss out.
"So I can humiliate you again? What's the point? You can't beat me. And you owe me how much, exactly? Pretty sure your entire week's pay is gonna get fucking wiped after this.â
"Then one more game. Double or nothing."Â
"Oh sweetie, you're cute. I can't take more of your money. At this rate, you're not gonna have enough to pay rent.âÂ
"Chaewonâ" you nearly growl, gritting your teeth again. "Double. Or nothing."
Her eyes widen with curiosity, an amused smile tugging on those lips of hers while you wait for an answer. This soft little sigh escapes as Chaewon takes another sip out of her beer bottle, looking you over from the other side of the table.
"That's boring. Let's make this more interesting," she proposes with a devious grin on her lips, drinking some more before setting the bottle on the edge of the pool table. Chaewon doesn't let her confidence falter, eyes never looking away from yoursâleaving you wondering what devilish thoughts have taken her. âRaise the stakes, shall we?âÂ
You stare at her with a raised eyebrow.Â
"Loser does whatever the winner says. Within reason, obviously. If I win, and I willââ There's a mischievous spark in those eyes. Whatever it is, Chaewon wants you to bite. âIf I win, I get you. For a week. When and wherever I want."
"What the hell does that even mean?"
"I thought that would've been pretty obvious. One week where you can't deny me,â she starts, that annoying smug smile still plastered on her face while she carefully gathers up all the multi-colored balls into the wooden triangular frame. A quick run down the length of the green felt, and she continues, grabbing the white ball out of a little pocket and moving over to her side of the table. "Whatever I desire."Â
There's something about the way she enunciates every word that makes you shiver. You shouldn't take this bet, no wayâthere's a hundred reasons why that's a bad idea. Because you already know the outcome.Â
Chaewon turns back to meet your eyes again. "Seven days, youâre at my whims. So you can be my footstool, errand boy, or whatever else I wanna doâyou don't have a say. Maybe I wanna jump on your cock whenever the mood strikes? Or make you go down on me in the middle of lunch at that cute little cafe downtown? Anything I wantâyou do."
That's the most preposterous thing you've ever heardâyou'd have to beat Chaewon just to stand a chance, which you know is nothing short of impossible. But you can't back down, and you can't shake the urge to wipe the smirk right off that little brat's face, to find some sort of satisfaction in watching her sweat.Â
Yet Chaewon can sense the hesitation and does her best to persuade you further.Â
She takes her position at the far end of the table with her pool stick behind her, getting ready to break again. âIf you manage a miracle and win, then consider your debt cleared. And for a week, your rules, whatever your little heart desires. Fair, isn't it?"
You shouldnâtâyou know better not to agree to her proposition. Not to give the enemy an opening. And yet, your pride refuses to let you do anything less. "So, I get anything? For an entire week?"
âThatâs what I said, isnât it?" she responds, rolling the cue ball ever so gently as she decides where to position her stick.
"You're pretty confident, Chae. This could go badly for you. Maybe next time I see you, itâll be in the tiniest bikini I can find. Or just lingerie. Something real easy to tear off."
Chaewon laughs, keeping her eyes locked on yours. "Considering the performance I've seen tonight from you? I'd say a loss is practically impossible."
Yeah, thereâs no way youâre backing down from this. "Impossible? Fine, you're on. Hurry up and break so I can win."Â
Oh, she's going to regret this.Â
Shifting her posture, Chaewon bends over the pool table rather seductively as she lines up her shot. When she takes a glance over, your eyes stay glued to those tight fucking shortsâthey hug every single curve of hers, giving such a good view of her ass.Â
"Unlike you, I know what I'm doing. Iâm not the same girl you knew two years ago that used to help you boost cars and drive away from cops. Now, are you gonna keep staring at my ass, or can I take this shot?"
You don't respond. She breaks hard, the crack of her stick echoing through the whole pool hall, scattering the colorful balls all over the tableâtwo go in, one striped and one solid.
"Which one are you calling, sweetheart?"
"Doesn't matter, pick one," you respond, determined not to give up any reaction whatsoever to Chaewon. "I'm winning either way."
Chaewon just cackles, reaching over to take a sip of her second beer bottle before taking position to line up her next shot. "I'll stick with my stripes then. Can't wait to have you call me master and kiss my feet for the next seven days, loser."
"In your dreams, Chae."
"I better start thinking about all the names I'm gonna call you then," she taunts, circling around the table to find the best spot to take her next shot. "You're gonna be such an obedient little pet for me."
You stay silent, because you're not giving her a modicum of satisfaction. And with ease, she's banking shots left and right, showing no mercy and striking her next target right on. No less than three balls in a row, gaining momentum before she takes a moment to bask in the glory.Â
"Don't worry, baby, we'll have so much fun. I think you'll look so good on your knees, licking my boots. Giving me foot rubs for an entire fucking week. Wow, I can't waitâ"
Chaewon sounds so convinced she has this in the bag, and just the thought of her acting like youâre already her little pet gets you even more infuriatedâthat bratty tone, how sheâs predicted that youâve already lost, as if you're a simple means to her every desire.Â
"Don't get ahead of yourself," you fire back, because you're not going to let her get in your head. That's what Chaewon is so good at, but you shove those thoughts aside, watching her land another shot into a side pocket, taking another sip of her beer afterwards. That's five shots down, only three to goâand it's all been her.
"Please, I've already beaten your pathetic ass four times. I'm not even trying anymore." Chaewon moves to the next striped ball, and with no difficulty lands it in, wasting no time after that to line up her penultimate ballâan easy angle, an effortless shot. She's merely two balls from putting you in hell for a full seven days.
You watch with bated breath as her arm raises, stick held in position before colliding hard against the cue ballâdespite her near perfect technique, it rolls erratically, missing its mark as the orange striped ball veers off course, hitting the bumpers and missing its intended target.
Her brows furrow.Â
You try to hold back a laugh. "Nice shot."
"Fuck off," Chaewon hisses. She takes another sip of her beer to relieve herself before staring down the table without any concern. "Angle was all wrong, that's all. Not like you have a chance anyway, pet."Â
She's not exactly wrongâif you miss, Chaewon only needs two easy shots to secure the game, and you have a long road ahead of you, not even having your first turn until now. But it's not as dire as it seems, given that most of the striped balls are out of the way, leaving you with a plethora of options.
Still, you have no room for failure. Even if you manage to knock one or two in, you have no margin of error. One tiny mistake can cost you your freedom for an entire fucking week. How were you ever lured into this?
But you canât give up before even getting started, letting those thoughts fly away. You find an ideal spot and sink your first shot, a smooth roll, falling clean into the side pocket. Chaewon seems fairly unimpressed when you look up. Not that you expected anything less.Â
"Lucky shot. First time you've sunk one in all night."
Maybe it's luck that gets you a second one too. And a third one right after that. Then Chaewon's expression does start to fade into one of annoyance and disbelief, watching a fourth shot sink right in front of her. But unlike her, you donât get cocky. All it takes is one mistake for you to forfeit the game, and the rest of the week, too.Â
Halfway there. You feel the tension rising, but steel yourself, because you have no plans of getting your lips anywhere near Chaewon's fucking feet in the foreseeable future. A rival ball nearly bounces in after you sink one into the far corner pocket, rolling a razor's width before coming to a stop, sending your heart dropping for a split second.
"Cute little streak youâve got going on. Don't get too comfortable.âÂ
Again, you ignore her, knowing that any response will set Chaewon off even more. The brat wants attention youâre not giving.Â
One by one, you sink each colored ball, until youâre one away from catching up. Chaewon only offers the bare minimum in acknowledgement at the sound. One shot, that's all you need to take away her advantage, but one misstep will cost you everything.Â
Another deep breath. Your neck is tense, beads of sweat forming on your brow as you approach the green ball on the other side of the pool table. Not even looking at Chaewon, you pull back, line upâ
And miss.
The little bastard completely flies off target, bouncing in the opposite direction, right into the bumper with bad intentions, almost smacking directly into the eight-ball.Â
"Looks like your lucky streak ends there," Chaewon says, hardly hiding a grin as she takes a long swig of beer. "Too bad, loser. I wonder how you'll look in a maid outfit."Â
Sheâs hesitating, as if victory is a sure-fire thing, with no chance of any other outcome, eyes staring directly into yours when lining up her next shot, brushing a loose strand of hair back.
"I know you're gonna be a good boy for me.âÂ
Breaking eye contact only for a split second, she aims the end of her stick right towards the final striped ball left standing. Her grip is steady, and a few heartbeats later, Chaewon swings back, causing the little white ball to roll down the felt field at a sharp speed.
Clack.
She doesn't give it a second glance, her eyes staring into yoursâlips parted with that annoyingly smug smile on her face as the ball spins its way home, leaving you in dreaded anticipation.
But that lone striped ball betrays her.Â
To Chaewon's absolute dismay, she looks down, waiting for the purple striped ball to plummet into the abyss, only to see her victory denied. It taunts herâmerely grazing the corner pocket, still standing upright, close enough to convince you both that it could drop with so much as a sneeze.Â
Neither of you can even fathom what's just happened. Her hands grip her pool cue stick tightly, as she looks around, clearly trying to find someone else that must've screwed this up for her. Surely, no way could her perfect little plan fail now.
"F-fuck. Fuck!" she protests out loud, still in awe as the ball remains in position, mocking her in defiance. "This table sucks! Itâs broken, stupid piece of shit!"
"Too bad, loser."
"Shut the fuck up! As if you have a chance of winning. I'm still gonna enjoy having your head between my legs, all week, idiot," she fires right back, seething with every word that leaves her lips. Defeated by hubris, Chaewon's demeanor shifts fast. But you don't have time for her tantrum, approaching the table to end this all.Â
Three balls stand in your way, and now you have the same chance Chaewon did moments earlier. Youâre going to silence that bratty mouth once and for all.
She's fallen prey to arrogance, which is a mistake you're not making. With intense concentration, you ignore the foul swears that overpower the surrounding music, and line up your shotâthen gently tap your way to glory. Another successful shot, a few colorful curse words from Chaewon, and you're free to move to the next. The final obstacle: the eight ball.
"Wait, w-wait a fucking secondâhold on. Time out. Let's talk about this," Chaewon says, desperately, stumbling on almost every single syllable. "What if we just call the game here? Call it a draw and just walk away?âÂ
Oh, she's desperate. Once the realization hits, Chaewon goes into total panic mode. That calm, cocky demeanor is gone, replaced by this girl on the verge of losing it all, watching your pool stick line up one last time.Â
And your smirk only grows when you look back up at her.
"No. This was all your stupid idea in the first place, brat. Eight-ball, corner pocket."Â
Your cue hits the last ball with force, shooting right past Chaewonâwho can only watch it careen its way into the corner of the pocket you've called, the white ball right on its tail, dropping the eight-ball in behind with a loud, satisfying thump.
She stays silent.
There's no immediate response. Her arms are crossed over her chest, eyes glaring at the last two balls scattered all over the felt. And not a single one belongs to you.Â
Chaewon looks devastated. "Y-you," she stammers out.Â
Her smirk is gone. Her cocky attitude washed away, reduced to an expression of pure, unadulterated rage. "Howâhow the fuck did youâ"
âLucky shot, I guess.âÂ
âFor the entire fucking game? No, youâyou hustled me! You fucking cheater!â
You take another swig of the beer bottle you were sipping on earlierâalmost finishing it as your eyes remain locked, focused. Chaewon's hands tremble with anger, knuckles tight around the pool cue as she holds it between her hands, pointing it towards you like a knightâs spear.Â
Her expression darkens with a furrowed brow and clenched teeth. And she's fuming, ready to explode any second, yet can't find the words to lash outâ
âIâm fucking awful at this, just like you said. Right?"
Chaewon goes silentâor maybe too angry to reply as she stalks you closer, stealing the beer bottle right from your lips and finishing it off with a few big gulps until itâs empty. And then she slams it so hard on the felt surface you worry it's going to shatter all over the place.Â
"I don't know how you managed to pull it off. I was clearly winning the entire fucking game, how could you have possiblyâ"
You cut her off mid-sentence. "Nobody likes a sore loser, Chaewon."
"I'll show you a sore loser, you littleâ"Â
She holds the glass bottle like a dagger, threatening you with it as your eyes narrow on hers, refusing to show a moment of weakness. You're not going to give her that satisfaction.
"Just admit it. You lost. Rules are rules. Be a good girl and accept it, Chae."
"Fuck the rules! This isn't even fairâ"
"Seems fair enough to me. You wanted this bet in the first place, didn't you?"
"Yeah, because you're so fucking bad at pool!"Â
"And yet somehow I managed to win, didn't I?" you continue, savoring the frustration in Chaewon's eyes, which she so poorly conceals. "I'm so looking forward to this week."
She's shoving the bottle right into your chest now, glaring intensely, inching closer and closer until there's not a sliver of space left between you two. But eventually, she relents, grits her teeth, and inevitably accepts defeat.
"Fineâasshole. A deal is a deal. What do you fucking want?"
You take a moment to savor the sweet taste of victory. âYour tight fucking ass. In that bathroom over there. Hope you still keep that bottle of lube in your purse.â
A momentary silence comes, no argument, no protest, no further refusal. So out of character for her, but it's the sort of obedience that you don't take for granted, because who knows how long it'll actually last. "Whatever. Lead the way then.âÂ
So without hesitation, you doâChaewon finishes her beer before grabbing her handbag off the counter. You take her by the wrist as the two of you wander out of the bar, heading for the public restroom across the way. Itâs late enough in the night that youâre not concerned with it being occupied as you shove the door open, finding Chaewon right behind in no time at all.Â
The lock clicks, and thankfully the bathroom is a bit more clean than you've been expecting. It's small, and barely fits the both of you together, with only black tile and dim lighting inside, a few paintings on the wall meant to spice things up. Thereâs only a single toilet in the corner, with a tiny sink against the back, a large mirror above it on an expensive-looking counter. It's not the fancy suite you spent last month together in, or the love hotel from last week, but it'll do.Â
Chaewon pushes past towards the mirror in front of the porcelain sink, and you watch her intently searching through the contents in her bag until her fingers grab hold of something to bring it to your view.
"My ass? That's all you wanted?" Chaewon asks, catching your gaze in the reflection as she waves a familiar bottle of lube at you, unceremoniously placing the little bottle beside the faucet.
"Among other things, yeah.âÂ
Staring into the mirror, Chaewon is smart enough to know where things are heading, and wonders what sheâs gotten herself into. The look on her face is a mix of irritation and pure lust when she turns around, eyes traveling south as she anticipates your next demand. "Get on your fucking knees, slut."
Hereâs the first testâand Chaewon passes with flying colors. Moving away from the sink, she drops to her knees right in front, as if she's expected this outcome. And again, no protests, no attitude.Â
"I knew you'd be a good girl and obey all week. Doesn't cute little Chaewonie love that?"
"Fuck you," she snaps back, with venom laced in her tone while her hands reach to unbutton your jeans, wasting no time to yank them to down your ankles. And there it isâthat defiance, the same fiery expression you're so familiar with on her face that you've grown to know and love at the same time. You just watch, almost too amused, as she yanks those boxers down next, not even waiting a second to let your cock free.
That stare of hers lingers for an extra moment while her delicate hand takes hold, giving slow strokes up and down, grip tight, a thin coat of precum along every inch. "Can't believe I let you put this fucking cock in my asshole, almost every goddamn day of the week."
"Luckily for both of us, your tight asshole loves my cock."
Chaewon can't hide that blush on her cheeksâit's practically impossible to hide the cute little grin on her face as her hand continues stroking, steadily increasing her pace the harder your cock gets in her fingers. She just ignores you and spits on your shaft, pumping her fist all up and down with each stroke, grip as tight as possible.Â
Another few moments and she's running her tongue along the length of your shaftâall slow and sensuous, a little breathy sigh before her pretty lips wrap around the swollen head of your cock, parting effortlessly as they welcome you into that sweet heavenly warmth.Â
Her piercing eyes glance back up at you, guiding you deeper into her mouth as Chaewon takes as much of it as she canâdown to the hilt in a swift, expert motion.Â
"Shit, Chaewonââ
Hearing the way you moan her name, Chaewon can't contain her satisfaction as her head bobs up and down, lips moving slowly and carefully as they keep a tight seal, tongue flicking around the sensitive underside of your cock with each movement. You've become so used to this, the wet heat enveloping around you, soft lips providing so much pleasure, gliding all the way down, nose nestled against your abdomen for just a moment until it all repeats.Â
You're lucky enough to experience this on the dailyâbecause nobody gives a blowjob better than Kim Chaewon.
Oh, she's a fucking natural, taking every inch effortlessly down her throat without so much as gagging, tongue swirling and exploring as her hand fondles your aching balls, sucking and slurping lewdly as spit dribbles down from her pretty red lips.
"Your fucking mouth, godâI get this pretty fucking mouth all to myself all week."Â
"Not like you'll be able to handle me for that long," she replies, with a lewd, exaggerated slurp around your cock as she pauses to catch her breath.Â
"You talk so much for someone on their knees sucking my fucking cock, shitâthat's so good."
And for once, she's not bothered by that remark. It just urges her to slurp harder, bobbing faster up and down with those hollowed cheeks, never letting your sensitive tip escape her warm depths. Her technique is completely unmatched. Each and every movement, she seems to know exactly what you want most.Â
But you want something else, need something even more as you reach out, grabbing her head to shove her right back onto your shaft, to the very hiltâso fucking deep in the back of her throat.
Still, she hardly chokes, only briefly, a loud, lewd sound filling the room. Chaewon seems almost thrilled to be right back down that deep.Â
"I like you much better when you're nice and quiet with my dick in your mouth."
The silence is fleetingâbut the glare given as soon as those words leave your lips can speak volumes, knowing this peace is only temporary. Her warm mouth is all yours to enjoy, your hips thrusting without restraint, feeling those soft, full lips slide perfectly along your shaft as deep as theyâll go. You get a tight grip into her hair, indulging in her heavenly mouth, fingers all tangled up in her beautiful auburn locks.Â
Nothing would ever make her admit it, but Chaewon absolutely loves thisâso eager to please, clutching to your thighs as she takes you, struggling to control her breathing with your entire length sliding deeper and deeper while she lets you fuck her face.Â
"God, your throatâyour fucking throat is too good, baby, such a good fucking girl," you groan out. Her nails dig deeper into the back of your thighs, trying so hard not to choke whenever you decide to hold her down, forcing that mouth of hers to swallow the entire length of your shaft.
"I'm in the middle of a public bathroom sucking your dick," Chaewon murmurs, short of breath as she pulls away from your cock to respond, strands of drool dripping from her swollen lips. "So clearlyâI'm not a very good girl."
"Shame. Then I guess you don't want this dick in your ass, brat."
Chaewon can't even retort, staring down at your glistening, spit-coated cock throbbing inches from her face. Her hand is on your shaft again without hesitation, pumping slowly while her lips trail kisses along the side, pressing lightly in an agonizing tease as her tongue licks your length.
"I didn't fucking say that, idiot," she replies, trailing your length further as those luscious red lips envelop your sensitive balls, slow and deliberate, slobbering on them while her delicate hands move back up towards your shaft. "I know you're dying to shove this inside me, godâyou're throbbing so much. How long would you even last with me bent over this sink, with this big fucking thing plunging deep into my tight little asshole?â
"Guess we'll find out,â you respond, taking your cock away from her grasp and slapping her pretty face with it, making a mess as spit decorates her beautiful features. âGet up, face the fucking mirror."
"Be gentle,â Chaewon says, wiping saliva from her chin as she slowly rises to her feet,Â
"That's a new one. Is that what you really want?"
"Fuck no. You better destroy my asshole,â she replies in the mirror with this sinful little expression, like she knows youâd never do anything else. So you bend her forward enough until her ass is high up in the air, her palms resting on the cold porcelain surface as you stand right behind with your cock resting against those tight fucking shorts.Â
She feels so tiny beneath you, that petite frame and curvy ass waiting to be taken, all at your mercy to ruin. "How bad do you want my fucking cock? Beg for it."
âBeg? Fuck you, asshole. Youâre nothing more than a convenient toy for me to sink down on that I use for my own enjoyment. Not the other way aroundââ
Even when she's bent over a bathroom sink about to be fucked senseless, Chaewon still can't shut up. âIs that so? I'm your toy?"
"Absolutelyâand that fucking cock is the only reason why I bother keeping you around."
Thatâs amusing, to say the least. You donât give it another thought as you get a quick grasp on those tight shorts and yank them down so fast her head spins. Underneath lies a skimpy little pair of panties that gets tugged down just as fast until they rest around her creamy thighs, leaving you to admire those full, pale ass cheeks.
You grope them and get a nice handful, so enticed by her shapely ass that without warning your palm raises high, a loud slap crashing against her bare flesh. Chaewon jolts against the sting, whimpering and biting her lip, aching for more.
"I want it so fucking hard. Hurry up.â Chaewon grinds her ass back, pushing right up against your erection, doing everything she can short of begging for your length.
âSo you do wanna beg? Didnât take much.âÂ
Chaewon squirms underneath as your palm slaps firmly again, gritting her teeth when it comes down with more force the next time. "Just get the fuck in me before Iââ
Another smack cuts her off, the sharp noise echoing against the tiled walls as your palm squeezes roughly at her soft flesh. âSo fucking needy.â
Youâre both lucky the bass thumping in the distance can drown out the cries that spill out from Chaewonâs lips, as her exposed, reddened cheeks absorb every smack of your palm, the recoil so deliciously mesmerizing.Â
Her creamy skin marks up so easily, bright red where you've smacked her delicious ass over and over. She's growing restless beneath your palm as you deliver more slaps, the noise louder and louder, with no warning for when and where. "Sh-shut the fuck up! I need it right now, god, just get that thick cock in me, pleaseââ
So easy for her to surrender.Â
Chaewon braces for another hitâbut it never comes, replaced by a much different sensation as your slicked up finger traces against her tight asshole. So fucking tight, so greedy, eager to accept what's coming.Â
"You're pretty demanding for someone who's going to be on their fucking knees for me all week."
She clenches around your wet fingertip when it plunges in, almost involuntarily. Itâs insanely difficult just to ease the slightest bit inside her ass, fighting through that incredibly tight, hot grip.
"No more talking. Shove your dick in my asshole or I swear IâllââÂ
"Patience, sweetie. My cock's going to live in your ass for the entire weekâlearn some fucking manners."
"No. Fuck you."
This girl is unapologetic, even at a time like this. She's borderline infuriating to be around at the best of times, so youâll just have to do what you always do bestâfuck the brat out of her.Â
You pour a generous amount onto your cock, giving it a few full strokes before moving between those cheeks and plunging another finger back in. This time, it sinks in easier with little effort at all, knuckle-deep within that tight opening. Half prep, half teasing as Chaewon shudders, moaning so loudly while you spread that cold liquid, pumping two digits in and out. "Jesus, hurry the fuck up, asshole, I can'tâ"
"Can you stop being needy for like, five seconds? Relax. Be a good fucking girl."
"Try and call me that again and see what fucking happensâ"
Her empty threats don't deter you from pushing the tip of your cock against that pretty, puckered hole, ceasing any further complaints as she lets out a needy, satisfied moan in response. One shallow thrust is all it takes to get right past that slippery tight entrance, stretching her right open to sink into those familiar depths.
"Ch-cheater," she mutters, while adjusting to the fullness, the overwhelming stretch of your cock as she grips the sink tighter. "You still fucking cheated. I can't believe you, fuckâoh my god."
You're barely in her ass and yet Chaewon is already stuttering, taking deep breaths as you watch your cock disappear between her pillowy cheeks. There's no other feeling quite like itâthe heavenly vice grip on your length as her ass welcomes you right in and every single inch gets swallowed up.
"It's not my fault you choked at the last fucking minute."Â
As you wait for whatever sheâs going to spit back, you bottom outâthose soft, round cheeks pressed against your body. A perfect fit, nice and snug inside that impossibly tight asshole that you savor before drawing the entire length out of Chaewon as she sucks you back in again.
"Why does your stupid cock always have to feel so fucking good?" she groans, already losing the fight with her pride, as your thrusts steadily increase in pace. Her perfect fucking asshole clenches hard, resisting every attempt to slip out, just devouring your cock without complaint. "Just like thatâfuck, oh my god, harder, you cheating asshole."
And nothing could be easier to oblige. Every ounce of spite and aggression vanishes from her tone, replaced with pure bliss every time your shaft bottoms out. No part of you stays idle, one hand gripping those supple hips while those slaps on her backside echo, each sting so agonizingly satisfying as her tender, red cheeks ripple with every rough impact.
"You really love my dick in your ass, don't you? Look at you, trying so hard not to beg for this."
"Shut the fuck up," Chaewon growls, her mind preoccupied by bliss, overwhelmed by the pleasure, mouth wide open and moaning loudly without a care in the world as you just stare at her in the glass reflection. "Just fuck me harder, godâpound my fucking asshole and shut up."
The way sheâs stretching so nicely around your cock, it's impossible not to do anything else. Nice and deep, sliding in and out of that perfect fucking asshole, groaning from how warm and tight it is as your thrusts start to get progressively out of control.Â
Your hips crash against her body repeatedly, flesh on flesh echoing through the walls as your length pounds into her greedy little hole, fingers digging into her hips. Chaewon's sweet whimpers, little groans, and desperate pleas for you to give her even more grow louder, more frantic as your pace picks up, and she falls further and further apart.
"I fucking won and you're just a sore loser."Â
Your palm is harsh against her soft ass, firm slaps that leave her delicate skin more tender and sensitive. In fact, the more red her pale cheeks get, the more aroused the sounds escaping her get. With her head thrown back, Chaewon watches you claim her in the reflection with heavy breaths as she stares back into the mirror, reveling in every inch pounding away deep inside her ass.Â
"Please," Chaewon mumbles in such a pathetic tone, staring into your eyes in the reflection. Her fingers cling to the cold surface of the sink, desperately clutching for stability against your merciless thrusts. "I needâjust use me and fucking wreck my asshole."
She can't hide the satisfaction on her face while youâre slamming right into her tightest hole, hard, deep, unforgiving. This is how you really like her, all pretty, fucked out beyond comprehension, practically incoherent and totally taken apart by your cock.
"Holy shit, shitâshit, don't stop. Give me more,â Chaewon whimpers, unable to tear herself away from the mirror and the depraved scene on the other side. Her tiny frame shakes, clinging so tightly to the sink for some sense of control as you drive your length deep, a loud slap on her reddened cheeks an exclamation point on every harsh thrust.Â
There's really no way you could stop even if you tried.Â
"Tell me how good it feels."
Your cock is deep in her tight asshole and she can't think of anything more substantial than fuck and please and more. Those sweet, desperate little noises she makes when your hips ram faster against her flesh fill the entire bathroom, spurring you on, reminding her this is exactly how this entire week is going to go.Â
"So bigâgod, I feel so fucking full, that dick in my little asshole," Chaewon says with drool coating her chin, hair an utter mess. "Feels too fucking good, that nice thick cock shoved right up my ass, fuckââÂ
"Dumb slut loves having her tight asshole stretched, doesn't she?"
"Y-yesâfuck, god, keep going. Shit, it's so fucking good."
In the middle of another rough thrust, you lift her shirt up enough to pull her bra up, letting those tits spill free. You grope at them so roughly, cupping them, then playing with those sensitive nipples, anything to push her a little more over the edge. They bounce in sync with your thrusts, and sheâs so goddamn tight you can hardly take it, buried in as deep as your shaft will go.
âCanât believe how good your cock feels in my tight fucking asshole,â she groans out all breathy and shaky, holding onto the sink tighter each time while you plunge your cock into her greedy ass, balls deep without interruption.Â
The feeling is mutualânothing comes close to how tight her heavenly little asshole chokes your cock, each thrust bringing you closer to release with every lingering moment.
Itâs all so shameless. The way your hands roam across her devilish curves, how you tease those pert nipples before trailing down along the sides of her slutty little waist and getting a firm hold on to her hips for more leverage to pummel her tight ass even harder.
Through this onslaught of harsh thrusts, thereâs no complaining, no bickering, just lust and a constant desire for more. All you can do is get your hands on her scrumptious ass, refusing to slow your hips down while you manhandle her sweaty, small body, fucking Chaewon as hard as you possibly can.Â
A few more slaps on her tender ass, and youâre spiraling towards the edge, unable to keep this relentless pace up for much longer. You keep your hands full of those plump asscheeksâspreading them so you can thrust even deeper than you ever dreamed possible, the tightness in your balls building and building.Â
"Chaewon, babyâgonna fucking explode, need to cum in you.âÂ
"Then hurry the fuck up and do it. Dump your load in my tight little fucking asshole, come on, fill me.âÂ
One look in the mirror and she looks so eager, so ready and willing for just that. It's everything you need to get your final moment of satisfaction. Burying your cock one last time, those sweet lips part in a silent, desperate gasp when you erupt, your hot seed shooting right inside her tight little asshole. You unload everythingâthrusting frantically into her ass, squeezing those plump, firm cheeks as your thick cum spills and spills like never before.
There's barely a thought in your head as your hips start to slow down, cock pulsating, every last drop of your cum pumped into that perfect fucking ass. Youâre spent, slumped over Chaewonâs exhausted smaller frame on the verge of collapsing, taking a few moments to just breatheâyour head resting right into the crook of her neck, still buried inside her.Â
Chaewon looks beyond satisfied, leaning further into the counter with her head hung low, strands of hair stuck to her sweaty face, breathing still deep and heavy. âShitâoh my god. Are you done? Get out of me already, how much fucking cum do you have, jesus fuckingâ"
"I would, if you weren't still squeezing the life out of my fucking dick. That desperate to keep me inside you?â
Thereâs not another word from her as she scoffs in the mirror, and eventually unclenches her muscles to let you ease out of her tight ass, her gaping little hole already overflowing with your load. You can't help yourself, getting a full, unobstructed view of your handiwork from behind, hands cupping both of her supple asscheeks, spreading them apart to revel at the mess you've made inside her.Â
âFucking asshole," Chaewon mutters, while resting her back against your chest. Even now, she can't resist a snide remark, groaning softly as she begins to gather her senses. "I can't believeâthe whole week, now? Really?"
"Donât make bets with me you canât afford to lose, sweetheart."Â
Her breath stays heavy as she processes it all, and you lazily kiss at her shoulders, the slightest hint of salt on her bare sweaty skin.Â
"Shut your fucking mouth.â She turns on her heels just to glare at you, shambling over with her panties still down her legs to grab some toilet paper to wipe the white leaking down her thighs. "Maybe I wanted you to ruin my asshole thisâmaybe I let you fucking win."
It takes everything in you not to laughâthat same old ego of hers, trying to spin this into something she can control, still so in disbelief after all this time. "Right. Of course."
Chaewon rolls her eyes as she continues cleaning herself up, shimmying her panties over her reddened cheeks and pulling her shorts up to cover herself up once more. "God, did you really have to slap my ass that hard? I'm going to be bruised for days."
"If I recall correctly, you're the one who started begging me to stop holding back."
"Yeah, because I knew you wouldn'tâ" Chaewon starts, as she shuffles a little closer, hovering on her tiptoes to press her lips firmly against yours in a deep, lingering kiss, cutting off any retort before it leaves your mouth. "Forget it, you ass. Now get out. Before someone sees us.â
There's little else for you to do when your pants zip back up, so she shoves you out and pushes open the door, gesturing impatiently for you to leave as you stagger out of the bathroom. Chaewon does what she can to look presentable, running her fingers through her hair, fixing her makeup, tucking loose strands behind her ears before she tries to stay hot on your heels when she steps out.Â
âCome on,â you demand, and donât even bother to look behind you, nor do you even care if anyone is around to notice how you both look as you make a beeline towards the exit. âOr Iâm leaving you behind.âÂ
"Hey, wait upâI can barely fucking walk, asshole!" she calls out, chasing after you on her shaky, trembling legs while her heels clack against the flooringâpulling down her shirt in case anyone turns around, desperate to keep her decency even after all this. "God, fuck me first and then you expect me to run fucking after youââÂ
That only makes you quicken your pace, not the least bit guilty about the state youâve left this bratty girl in. âIf your sore little ass can't keep up, thatâs not my fault.âÂ
Chaewon lets out a heavy sigh and narrows the distance, grumbling under her breath but otherwise following you into a taxi, swearing as her sore backside sits in the cab. You steal a few glances during the ride home, which ends in silenceâcompletely exhausted, having just burned the rest of your energy railing her in the bathroom.
When you finally get out of the cab, Chaewon is far behind, walking gingerly up the stairs and holding the rail as she approaches the front door of the building. You just stare at her down, debating whether or not to unlock the doorâwaiting for another chance to get under her skin.Â
"Are you gonna fucking open the door or just stand out here all night?" Chaewon asks impatiently, glancing at the lock like she can open it with her deadly gaze alone. "Because I need a goddamn shower."
She's really making it too easy for you. So difficult to resist the urge to push every button and test every single last ounce of patience this girl possesses. "What's the magic word?"
"Fuck you."
"That's two words."
"Let me in already before I break this door down, you fucking asshole!"Â
Ah, there it isâher breaking point. That famous short-fused temper so dependable to show itself at just the right moment.Â
"Remind me again, Chaeâwhat was the bet about exactly?" The question hangs in the air, and Chaewon seems about ready to kick a hole in your front door. Seeing her frustration escalate only puts a smile on your face, unable to resist her little tantrums, now more fun to push than ever.Â
"Can't seem to remember. I think we should call the whole thing off," Chaewon mutters through gritted teeth, avoiding eye contact altogether.Â
"No, a bet is a bet, sweetie. Whatever my little heart desires for the entire week? Think that's what you said, if I remember correctly." You pause a moment, staring her downâthose flushed, rosy cheeks and narrowed eyes in your view as she fidgets in place when you lean in closer, standing directly in front of the doorway to taunt her. "Which meansâif I wanted you to strip all your clothes off and do a lap around the block, then that's exactly what you'd have to do."
"Y-you wouldn't dareâI can barely even feel my legs as is," Chaewon attempts to argue, nearly falling over trying to take a few steps closer.
"Does that sound like my problem?" There's a long, torturous moment of silence, Chaewon seemingly lost for a snappy comeback or a witty retortâunable to string together a decent response for once. You see that her expression softens, eyes darting to the sidewalk outside, as the thought of taking a walk of shame runs through her mind.
"You're bluffing.âÂ
"Am I, though? Like you saidâanything I want, you do.âÂ
The fact that youâre using everything against her, turning that confidence into vulnerability, brings nothing but pure, elated bliss. There's no denying her frustration, the irritation etched on her features while she looks ready to unleash every curse word imaginable under the sun.
Chaewonâs hubris is all her undoing, and she knows there's no way out of this, not when you've backed her up in a corner. It takes a good minute to gather her thoughts and actually put together an answer, but the more she ruminates, the easier it is to know exactly where her mind is going.Â
âCome on, sweetheart. Iâm waiting.âÂ
In the end, she lets out a defeated sighâand unfastens the belt around her waist. Right in front of the door. Outside, in public. Itâs late enough in the evening that the block is fairly dead, but she seems to realize thereâs no getting out of this.Â
"I canât fucking believe youâf-fine, whatever, let's get this over with," Chaewon murmurs out, looking quite sheepish as she tugs her shorts down her bare legs and struggles to balance in the dim light, stepping out one foot at a time. Without even thinking, her black top comes next, lifting it up over her head as she gives a quick look around the street before throwing it down on the ground.Â
And that's when Chaewon just stands there, sulking under her breath, completely exposed in the cool, breezy night in only her underwear, barefoot on the cold pavement. There's little you can do besides enjoy the view, that amazing body in nothing but a saucy pair of lingerie that youâve gotten a closer look at, shamelessly baring it all.Â
Her face is flushed, eyes glued to the concrete, taking a deep breath before undoing the clasp on her braâbut that's as far as she gets before you reach a hand out to interrupt her impromptu strip show.
"Jesus, ChaeâI wasnât being serious," you blurt out, laughing uncontrollably and watch her pretty eyes go wide as the realization sinks in. "You were really about to run naked through this entire neighborhood?"
She shoots you that familiar icy glare and crosses her arms over her chest, doing little to hide the hint of her nipples poking against the fabric of her bra. "Oh my godâyou absolute fucking jackass!" Chaewon balls her fists, finally working off that last little bit of restraint keeping her temper in check, immediately scrambling to scoop up her discarded clothing before anyone catches sight of her.Â
"Red looks good on you, by the way."
You're expecting one of those balled up fists to land squarely on your jaw any secondâbut they don't, and Chaewon simply strides by through the door youâve finally unlocked, intentionally shoving a shoulder into yours. She storms inside, tossing her shoes and clothes on the ground, seething the entire way up the stairs. That's the last you see of her that night, hearing the shower turn on immediately when she finally slips into the bathroom.
⊠âŠ
It's the next day when the fun really starts.Â
Chaewon is barely even dressed when the morning hits, wandering through the apartment in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covers what little modesty her thong leaves her, digging through the cabinets to find something for breakfast. She's slept off most of the anger that lingers from last night, even so much as offering a smile when you saunter into the kitchen and pop a bagel into the toaster.
"Good morning," you say, taking a seat across from her at the kitchen table, watching her shovel down a bowl of cereal like she hasn't eaten all week.Â
"Morning.â Chaewon barely looks up from a mouthful of crunch, focused entirely on the food. "What am I in store for today?"
"Dunno. Haven't thought about it too much."
It's the truth, mostly, though Chaewon has no reason to believe otherwise, knowing her day will probably be spent anxiously awaiting her next demand. "Don't keep me guessing here. What's next, blowing you in the corner of the library? Showing off my tits off to everyone on the bus? Or maybeâwhat, you want me to wear a plug in my ass all day?"
"Now you're just giving me ideas, Chae. But if you have a plug, maybe we can start thereâ"
Chaewon kicks you under the table, finishing up her cereal and drinking the last remnants of the milk. "Absolutely not. My ass is still sore from you wrecking it last night."
"I'll be nice and gentle next time." Like that's a promise you can make, unable to stop thinking about the way her body looked bent over the sink, manhandling her curvy frame and just pounding away without a care in the world. It's all so deliciously vividâthose plump juicy cheeks getting redder and redder after each impact, swallowing up your entire length. And those delicious moans, the memory alone makes your cock throb in your pants.
"I don't think gentle is in your vocabulary."
You laugh quietly to yourself, biting down on the last half of your bagel, contemplating her words. "How can I ever be gentle when you're always begging to be fucking ruined?"
"Oh, shut upâI don't fucking beg." Chaewon drops her empty bowl in the sink before hopping up on the edge of the kitchen table, sitting right in your line of sight with a view of her thighs spread wide. You have trouble focusing on anything else but that body, unable to deny how captivating it is to see so much exposed skin, all these sinful curves inviting your gaze in when that flimsy material barely covers up anything between her legs.Â
"Did you forget last night? When you were so desperate and needyâbegging me to fucking fill your ass?"
With that, you finish up the last bite, pushing your seat out and stretching for a moment. Chaewon takes notice and slides into your lap, thwarting any plans you have nextâstraddling you, knees firmly placed on either side with hands around your neck as she draws closer. âWhat did I just fucking say? I donât beg. You must be misremembering things.âÂ
Nothing else gets said for a moment as Chaewon holds that heated stare. The fact you're able to maintain it, even for this long without breaking, is an achievement in itselfâsuch a fiery look in those eyes when she leans forward to press a hot, heavy kiss against your lips.Â
"Why would I beg when you give me what I already want, all the fucking time?" Chaewon peppers quick, teasing kisses all across your neck as she speaks and presses her palm flat against your crotch, gently massaging through the thin fabric of your shorts.Â
"Yeah? And what's that exactly?"
Chaewon gets right against your ear, pressing those perfect breasts firmly into your chest and nuzzles your neck, placing the slightest kiss to your jaw. "Pounding my little cunt until I cum on your thick fucking cock. Until my thighs are shakingâuntil your fucking balls are empty."
Shifting her weight, she lingers on your lap, dragging those long fingers through your hair and deliberately grinding her clothed core against the obvious tent forming in your pants. Already, you can feel the fabric darken and soak throughâmaking a bit of a mess that youâre happy to contribute to.Â
"And what if I said no? Told you to stay stillâbe a good girl and wait. Patience and all."
"Then I'll tell you that'll never fucking happen. I'm not a good girl and never will be. Not when I can take your cock down my throatâor ride this fucking thing until you unload in my tight fucking pussy. Good girls don't take cock the way I do."
She makes her point very clear with a hot breathy whisper into your ear, making her desires well known. The look in her eyes, that piercing stare, ready to be defiled and filledâeverything about Chaewon is downright sinful.
"So, come up with any grand plans yet in that dumb head of yours or..." Chaewon tilts her head to the side as she unbuttons her shirt little by little, revealing more of her delicious tits with every button loosened.
You just stare at that exposed cleavage with little shame. "Got a few ideas stewing. And here I thought you hated me winning your silly little bet.âÂ
"Like I said, I let you win. I got tired of beating you too easily and decided to spice things up. So now you get to use me however you fucking please, and that's much more exciting than winning another dumb game of pool."
You don't believe her for a second, but you wonât argue about itâespecially not when she's so readily giving herself away. This version of Chaewon is the best version of herself, no complaints, no defiance, just a little vixen waiting patiently to see what twisted desires come next.
"Well, what type of punishment are you going to give me today?" Chaewon gives this mocking grin as the last buttons of her shirt come undone, opening up to give the full reveal of her perky, luscious titsâround and heavy in her bra, straining the cups of the sheer material. "Go on, tell me, master."Â
âYou are not calling me that. For an entire week. Not a fucking chance."
"You prefer daddy, then? Sir, perhapsâ"
"None of those, you fucking weirdo, god, what is wrong with you?"Â
"Hmph, you're no fun. What good is bossing me around if I can't call you something special, at least once? Or maybeâ"Â
You don't let her have another word, lifting her up off the chair in one swift motion, holding those thick creamy thighs steady while she wraps her arms around your neck for stability.
"Shut that goddamn mouth of yours before I find a better use for it."
You cross the length of the apartment in seconds with Chaewon's small frame in your arms, heading towards the bedroom. With every step, her tits bounce through her open shirt, making you eager to rip that bra right off. Thereâs no time for patienceâyou toss her onto the bed with minimal effort, her body sinking into the soft mattress with a little bounce.Â
The way she moves makes the springs creak as she fully tosses her shirt off her shoulders, exposing the black lace number underneath, her breasts nearly spilling out. Again, you just stareâthat gorgeous pair bouncing when her back falls flat, her hands roaming across her own bare skin.
"What's master going to do to me?" Chaewon asks, unable to resist teasing and taunting, giggling quietly to herself. Sheâs so proud of herself for turning the tables back in her favor, every bit eager to toy and rile you up as much as possible.
"I swear to god, Chaeâ"Â
You're quick to discard your own clothes, leaving only your boxers as you step closer to the foot of the bed, enjoying the view of Chaewon's gorgeous body stretched out on full display. Those full breasts, ample hips, delicious creamy thighsâthere's so much of her to take in, even the delicate features of her face, pouty lips that belong around your cock.
Chaewon bites her lipâeager to show off, squirming when those slender fingers roam across her toned stomach, before she brings one hand to fondle one of her tits while the other travels between her thighs, teasing herself with the slowest movements. "Does my body make your dick nice and hard?"
Her underwear is almost completely soaked when the two digits she has between her legs press deeper, rubbing in a slow, tantalizing manner that drives you crazy with anticipation. "What do you fucking think, brat? Do you even understand what your tight fucking body does to me?"
Itâs a confession that materializes so easily, because you're fucking throbbing at this sinful little display she's giving, aching to be buried deep in any part of Chaewon's delectable body. With her gaining the advantage, she opens her legs wider, spreading them until you can see just how damp that useless little thong isâher touch getting bolder, bra clasp already popped and hanging by her shoulders. All thatâs left is for those fingers to slip under the damp fabric that sits between her thighs, moving inside her sensitive slit, whimpering gently at her own touch.Â
"Then hurry up and put your dick where it belongs."
There's a dangerous level of temptation from those words alone, enough to forget about anything else when Chaewon scoots towards the end of the bed, settling into position on her stomach and reaching out to slide your boxers down enough to let your stiff length free.Â
Her wet little tongue darts across your slit, followed by an eager hand pumping around your shaft, stroking up and down as if it belongs to her (and it might as well). She falls into place with ease, focusing all her attention on pleasuring your aching, needy cock, her head bobbing up and down for a few momentsâjust enough to get it nice and slippery wet, dragging the warm slick of her saliva from tip to base. But that's all she gets to have, for now. "No, not like this. Face up. So I can use that pretty fucking mouth of yours."
It's an order that leaves little room for questionâand she's quick to roll over on her back, pausing only long enough to discard the bra off her body. She tosses the offending garment across the bedroom to expose those beautiful tits as her head hangs slightly off the edge, right at the perfect level for your cock. You watch her hand resume those gentle pumps, taking pleasure in how much control you have over her at this very moment. "Use me, use me like the little slut I am. Use your pretty toy for whatever you fucking need."
Her eagerness to please is so damn arousingâit makes you pause as you look at that gorgeous face upside-down, stepping in a bit closer, aligning your stiff cock with those perfectly glossed lips and can't help but rub your tip all over them.Â
"Don't fucking teaseâlet me taste this fucking cock."
Youâre quick to indulge her as your cock sinks deep into the back of her throat, your entire length pushing in at once, balls nudged up against the bridge of her nose. You just rest there for a moment, savoring the heat and wetness surrounding your shaft, right down to the base. âMy god, ChaeââÂ
Chaewon is completely ready and willing, hands grasping at her tits, pinching those pretty pink nipples between her fingers. As you draw your shaft backwards, a trail of drool and spit follow your length, as this needy girl runs her tongue across every wet inch. "C-come on, I can fucking handle it. Don't you dare go easy on me."
Oh, you would never. The second she takes a moment to breathe, you're slamming right back in, watching those pretty lips engulf every inch you give. She hardly chokes at all, throat accommodating your length without issue.Â
It doesn't take long to find yourself completely engrossed with the way her sultry eyes look up, those pouty lips accepting each and every inch. You can't help but moan whenever you bottom out, keeping a hand resting at her slender neck, so you can feel it bulge just the slightest with each movement.
"Goddamn, baby, Iâm all the way in your fucking throat. You love that donât you?" you ask, knowing damn well she canât answer as you pump into her, the image of your shaft plunging repeatedly between her plush, thick lips too unforgettable. Chaewon can do little but sneak a hand down into her ruined panties, playing with her pussy once more while you use her hot, eager mouthânot holding anything back.Â
Thereâs nothing better than using this brat in every way you want, fucking her mouth with such little careâthis is heaven. Itâs impossible not to bury your cock so deep into that tight throat again and again. She only makes it better when her warm tongue drags against every inch, and her tits look positively mouth-watering from this angle that thereâs no way you can leave them alone for a moment longer.
All you have to do is lean forward and grope both of her delicious breasts, kneading the supple flesh between your fingers. You handle them with no sense of mercy, using them as leverage for every thrust, to slam even deeper down her throat with your shaft filling her up completely.Â
If only Chaewon could speak right nowâ
Instead, her eyes gaze upward, pleading as drool continues to spill from her mouth. And it's such a lovely mess, tears forming as you get rougher with every deep stroke. There's no better sight, your hands full of those delicious tits that you massage and fondle, jiggling the faster your hips move against her face. While youâve got them underneath your fingertips, your palms smack against the sensitive flesh, right across her stiff nipples repeatedly, just enough to enjoy the sound it makes. Not quite as satisfying as the way they feel.Â
"These pretty fucking tits, babyâI could play with them all fucking day,â you say, pinching each of her swollen nipples before returning another harsh slap that ripples the pale flesh so deliciously. And while she canât respond, you feel it around your cock, these constant vibrating moans whenever your hand smacks one of those perfect tits, causing a slight red mark against the skin.Â
You hold a steady pace, and keep these unrelenting thrusts going, taking one look down at those ruined panties. They cling to her sticky thighs, giving such a sinful view of her fingers jammed inside her needy cunt. "Don't even need to win a bet for this. You're just a greedy fucking slut who loves getting used all the fucking time, arenât you?"
"God yesâ" is the only thing that comes out when you finally pull your dick away, a messy string of spit hanging right after. Her lips immediately latch onto your balls, licking and sucking each one with such fervor, that ravenous mouth not ready for your cock to leave quite yet.
One glance is all it takes, as Chaewon pants heavily and works at your sack with her wet tongue, but your cock is meant for far better use. So much to her dismay, you move out of reach, earning a needy little whine when you take a few steps back away from the bed and beckon her over.Â
She obeys, so eager and desperate to know what you plan next as she hurriedly slides those wet, useless panties the rest of the way off. That leaves her completely bare, tits out, juices leaking down her thighs, and you donât even get enough strokes in as she slowly crawls on the floor, finding her position in front of you.
You're far enough from the bed now to do whatever you'd like, with Chaewon inches away from you, naked, on her knees, makeup slightly smeared from the tears spilling down her cheeks. The options are endlessâand yet you canât help staring, unable to stop looking at her gorgeous face, and this tight body, everything perfectly sculpted and flawless.
"Stand up, slut."Â
It's a simple command she's quick to follow, unfolding her legs and standing straight up as her bare feet land against the ground. You tower over her small frame, with only one thing in mindâand it's like she can read your thoughts, so excited for what's about to happen when her perfectly manicured toes come off the carpet. And just like that, you've got her hoisted in the air, held up with your hands securely on her ass as you drop her right back down on your hard shaft.
"Holy fucking shitâyour cock,â Chaewon groans out, and instinctively wraps her legs around you, lips parted, so lost in bliss when youâve got her impaled on your length, impossibly deep with every last inch buried in her wet little cunt. You get a good grip on her body, squeezing those pale, plump cheeks enough while she locks her arms around your neck, her weight perfectly suspended in the air. âPound meâpound me like the greedy little slut I fucking am."
She lets out such a desperate moan when you give that first thrust, the one thatâs always the most powerful, stretching her in the most delicious ways. Thereâs nothing to support her but your own strength, and sheâs practically helpless in your arms as you bounce her on your cock, so slick and tight and hot all around you.Â
Itâs every bit overwhelming, in all the right ways.Â
"Such a tight little fucking cunt,â you say, before slamming into her heat so mercilessly, spreading her cheeks wide to make her sink down on your cock without pause. You know she can handle more, and thatâs exactly what youâll give before she starts to beg for it, impaling her to the hilt as you slide so effortlessly inside.Â
Chaewon is needy, wet, whimpering against your ear with her body pressed against you, tits pressed into your chest. Itâs like she weighs nothing as you pound into her, these desperate cries for more that fill the room with a sinful symphony of flesh slapping together.Â
âF-fuck, just like that! Use me, just fucking use my pussy!â She's completely at your mercy as she takes everything you give, her tight hole welcoming your harsh thrusts, moaning so shamelessly while she holds on for dear life and buries her head in the crook of your neck.Â
"That's the fucking plan, baby.âÂ
Her body is so easy to handle, so easy to keep your cock sheathed that you could carry her around anywhere until your arms give out. Not an ounce of mercy for your aching cock buried to the hilt, pounding her on your length just like she craves.Â
"Shit, shitâg-gonna cum," she whimpers out, barely able to give warning before her cunt clamps down on you almost painfully so as her moans spill into your ears. "Gonna fucking cum on your dumb big fucking cockâ"
Everything becomes so, so tight, as Chaewon soaks your length, falling apart so quickly with your cock pounding her senseless. Those creamy thighs wrapped around you shake and tremble, toes curling, the suffocating heat of her drenched pussy so overwhelming it spurs you to fuck her straight through this intense climax.Â
"I've barely started fucking you and you're already creaming on my cock? Needy fucking slut."Â
"Sh-shut up, asshole," Chaewon says, a quick return to her old self even before the bliss subsides. "Not my fault your dumb fucking cock can get me off so easily. I'll cum all I fucking wantâ"Â
That attitude doesn't last long before you double down on your efforts, a blur of heavy thrusts into her slick depths with ruthless abandon, intent on making her a writhing, quivering mess. Chaewon can hardly complain when sheâs this insatiable,having fallen right into her next climax with almost zero effort on your partâeverything just too hot and slick as you pound her greedy pussy relentlessly.
"Your fucking cock, oh my godâ" Her voice shakes, words interrupted with another string of moans, her warm, messy cunt drenching every last inch of your shaft. She just takes it all and clings desperately to your body, bracing for another explosive orgasm while you keep her mid-air, your unrelenting hips driving her to an all new level of pleasure and sensitivity. âG-gonna cum, fuckâoh my fucking god, gonna cum again on your stupid big dickâ"
When Chaewon falls over the edge again, sheâs an absolute wreckâbreath shaky, body shuddering, little gasps each time you give an especially deep thrust. Sheâs downright delirious with parted lips and heavy eyelids, helpless to defy the pleasure that keeps running through her body. âHow many times is that, baby? Four, five? Getting real greedy, arenât we?âÂ
"N-not greedyâit's not my fucking fault your cock feels so fucking good. Need you to cum tooâin me, fill my fucking pussy. Iâve earned it."
That's all she can think about right now, sounding more and more pathetic with each slurred word. As if that's not already on your agenda. You keep her steady as you thrust a little more gently now, giving some recovery time as you carry her over towards the bed. Chaewon pants heavily when sheâs lowered flat onto the mattressâstill on her back and legs spread open, looking as beautiful as ever.Â
She takes this moment to catch her breathâjust long enough for you to toss her closer to the center of the bed, folding her in half, legs up towards her shoulders as you get positioned. âUse me to cumâruin me. Shoot your hot load in me, make a fucking mess inside, pleaseââÂ
And how could you possibly resist that? The respite doesn't last long with her knees bent, feet dangling high in the air. One thrust, and she's nearly screaming as you plunge right into that hot, welcoming cunt, your cock engulfed in all this perfect wetness.Â
"So deepâso fucking deep, holy shit," she gasps, and you quickly fall into a ruthless pace, knees sinking into the soft mattress when you pound her heavenly cunt with everything you have, now focusing on your own release.Â
âLove your fucking cunt, babyâYou want my cum? Want my balls fucking emptied inside you?âÂ
Sheâs frantically nodding, and each thrust comes harder than the last, slamming every soaked inch as deep as her cunt will take it. You can barely slow down, when Chaewon is so slippery wet and suffocatingly tight, taking every punishing thrust and welcoming the next. "That's what my tight fucking cunt is for, isnât it? Taking your thick cock and never letting go until your cum is filling me, that hot fucking load so deep.âÂ
Thatâs the dam that breaks when your carnal desires get unleashed and she watches you hammer her cunt, so deliciously stuffed as she whines with satisfaction with this hot squelch flooding the room. The bed shakes beneath her helpless little frame, balls slapping hard against her asshole each time you bury yourself deep as you can go, getting utterly relentless with your hips and hoping the mattress holds.Â
âOh my fucking god, cum inside, fucking cum in me, I need it."Â
Chaewon is long past desperate as the ecstasy builds up higher and higher, and you're on the verge of emptying deep inside any moment, adjusting your angle while her slick cunt aches for your release. Sheâs shaking with anticipation, every stroke a promise of your seed, pumping right inside where it belongs.Â
"Now, now, cum in me nowâ" Even all folded up, Chaewon tries to keep some semblance of control, with the springs protesting beneath her sweaty body. You canât fight this urge, your body far past your limits when the pressure keeps building, until a loud guttural groan is the only warning she gets before one last deep, relentless thrustâ
One last look at her face all contorted in pleasure, and you're emptying your load deep, pumping her pussy full with hot spurts that fire one after another, making her insides all white and sticky. But it's not enough to just fill her. You have this overwhelming ache to fuck your cum deep into her, ensuring she gets every last drop while your climax lingers, your shaft violently pulsing inside those wet, messy folds.
Even when the sensitivity becomes too muchâyou ignore it, because Chaewon feels too warm and wet, too perfect to leave such a heavenly grip, these slick walls that cling to your length and refuse to let anything escape her messy depths.
Chaewon looks more than satisfied as your hips start to falter, pumping through all the exhaustion until you canât.Â
"You came so much, fuck," she lets out with a weak voice, and you can hardly argue with her there, easing out of her little by little until this thick mess leaks out, slowly dripping out onto the sheets once every inch slides out. "It's all in me now, all your hot fucking cum in my little pussy like I deserve.âÂ
That cocky little smirk is back as you settle back and enjoy the bliss, left with a perfect view of the full mess inside Chaewon when her own hand wanders to those soaked folds, playing with this sticky warmth while she pushes whatever escapes back into her hot, messy cunt.Â
"You really are a little cumslut." She offers nothing but a smile, tired gasps and heavy pants, two fingers sliding so deep in her warm cunt like sheâs proud to show off how much she can make you explode. The sheets underneath remain an almost a bigger mess than her, stained by an ocean of fluids, but neither of you show any genuine concern, lingering in that euphoric sensation and content to never move.Â
"S-so fucking what? Don't pretend that you don't love filling my pussy."
Before you can even take another breath, Chaewon pulls you right on top of herâyour body crashing into hers as your lips meet. There's nothing left to argue about when the two of you lock in a lazy make-out session, tongues exploring mouths, not a care in the world about the mess pooling and staining everything below.Â
When Chaewon breaks away, you're left mesmerized by those pretty eyes, so round and full of satisfaction. "So, I guess⊠the bet is over now, right?"
Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous that Chaewon thinks she's getting out of this so easily. "Please, you think this is over? Weâre just getting started, sweetie. I haven't even begun to run out of different ways to ruin you."
Chaewon just rolls her eyes, shifting her weight a bit more comfortably into the mattress to steal another kiss. "God, like we need a stupid bet for that."
She's not wrong, but that doesn't mean you're dropping your claim to the rewards anytime soon. Five whole days with Kim Chaewon, with the freedom to do absolutely anything you'd like to her. Not a chance you'd give that up. "What's the matter? Not confident anymore, Miss-I-can-take-anything?"
"Shut up," she whines, burying her face against your chest in feigned irritation. "I'm totally fine. I just need to make sure your balls hold up. Five more days of you fucking me all day... hope you've got a good supply. Maybe we should take a couple of days off to let you recover."
"It's okay to admit you can't handle me for that long. Maybe it's your tight fucking cunt that needs the recovery time. Poor little Chaewon, I've just been using your pussy too muchâ"
"Asshole!" Chaewon gives a light slap against your arm that barely registers, considering her frame compared to yours. "Now get off me and help me to the fucking shower. I need your filth out of me."
"Not unless I'm joining you.âÂ
Another eye roll from Chaewon as she bites down a smile, attempting to sit up as best as she can with you still hovering over herâwithout much luck. "God, no, I swear I need an actual shower. You're just going to pound me against the glass until I can't even remember my own fucking name, and then we're never going to get clean."Â
"I don't see the problem here."
"Oh my god," Chaewon sighs, attempting and failing to squirm her body out from under yours. "Fine. You can join, but keep your dick out of me."Â
âNo promises. Where's the fun in that?"
"Ugh, you greedy little bastard. Is your cock ever satisfied for even a moment?"
"No."
Chaewon lets out this exasperated groan as you help her off the mattress and onto her wobbly legsâgrasping her hips, helping guide her over towards the shower across the room. She looks less than amused. "You're such an ass, there's no way you have anything else left. My pussy can't take itâgod, you're gonna destroy me."
"Again, don't see the problem here."
You've never seen her more annoyed. It's the closest she's looked to admitting defeat. "Of course you fucking don'tâlook, I'll let you fuck my soapy tits in the shower, alright? But your dick is not touching anything else until we get clean."
"That's really not part of the bet thoughâ"Â
"It's either that or you jerk off in there alone, asshole!"
There really is no arguing with that tone of hersâand there's no way you'll even pass on the opportunity to shove your cock between her delicious tits, all soapy and slippery wet.
"Fine, fineâI'll behave."Â
"God, good," Chaewon sighs again as the two of you stumble into the shower. She gets her moment of solace under the hot running water, taking a minute to rinse away all the mess of sweat and bodily fluids collected over the past while. Once you're both clean, you make good on your promiseâso does she in return, pouring a generous amount of body wash over her chest, the suds lathering up her tits to create this perfect friction to slide through and let you do your thing.
And god, it's wonderful, every bit as euphoric and satisfying as when her lips wrap around your cock. Chaewon hardly has to do anything in particular, just keep a firm grasp on either side of her soapy, soft breasts in place for you to fuck into at whatever pace you'd like. It's not a long processâshe barely has to squeeze her chest around your shaft, that wonderful slick friction enough to make you unload in no time, shooting a generous load all across her cleavage.
The perfect cherry on top of an already satisfying morning. A morning that feels like a blur, because it feels like youâve been going at it for weeks.Â
Once you turn off the water, dry off and find fresh clothes, you make your way back to the couch, exhausted and drained, with Chaewon draped over your body. It's oddly cozy, lying here together, not talking, not bickering, just enjoying each other's company with your limbs entangled.
It's probably the closest to romantic you two have ever gotten. Maybe you've finally fucked all the fight right out of her.
"Can't believe you actually kept your hands off me this time," Chaewon says and shifts over, resting her head on your chest, eyes looking straight up at you. "Normally, you canât control your dumb fucking cock around me for thirty seconds."
You simply glare at herânot much energy left to deny that claim.
"You sound so disappointed."
Chaewon simply laughs, snuggled up in her position across your chest. "Don't flatter yourself. Just surprised is all."
She's right about thatâit really is an impressive show of self restraint from you, holding yourself back from railing her against the shower glass and shooting another load inside her. Then again, you've got the rest of the week to indulge in all your fantasies and desires. No point exhausting yourself out so quickly. "Oh, don't you worry. I've got plenty of things planned for later. All week."
"Oh good. I can't wait," Chaewon sighs and eases back into your body, getting all kinds of comfortable. "Maybe if I'm lucky, you can bring a friend along next time and you can double team me."
Of all things she could say to surprise you, somehow that one manages to. "Like I'd ever share you with anyoneâ"
"Trying to keep me all to yourself? How romantic. Or jealous that someone might get me off better than you, then?"
"As if that'd ever fucking happen."
"Well, then I guess we're just stuck with each other forever then," Chaewon says with a tired smile, fingers casually stroking through your hair. "Stuck with my tight fucking ass, stuck with these perfect tits, stuck with my pretty little mouth that loves swallowing your cum. Poor you."
"I'll have to endure somehow."
Chaewon smacks lightly at your shoulder in jest. "God, what a fucking sacrifice."
With that, it prompts the smaller girl to push herself up off the sofa, shaking her head as she heads back towards the bedroom.
"Don't forget, we still need to change the sheets, you ass. No falling asleep yet."
"Fine," you grumble, following her swaying hips into the room. "It's not my fault you cum so much."
"Me? Have you seen how much fucking seed comes out of your dick? Youâre like a fucking faucet, I swear,â Chaewon says, pointing a finger accusatively at you. âI'm not shampooing it out of my hair again, just because you can't learn the concept of proper aim.âÂ
"Don't be so dramatic, brat. You're acting like you don't absolutely love being covered in it."
"Whatever. Your balls have like an infinite amount of cum, godââ
âThatâs definitely your fault. Look at that fucking body of yours, how can I not resist blowing a load whenever Iâm around you?âÂ
"Jesus, you're fucking insatiable. Itâs called having self-restraint."
"Maybe, but that assâ"
Chaewon just groans, having far too much of this absurd conversation for her liking. âLook, if you prefer, next time I can just gush all over your couch and save you the trouble, then."
"Wouldn't be the first time you've ruined my furniture with your messy fucking orgasms anywayâ"
"Stop blaming me! Oh my god, shut the fuck up, like you didn't ruin my favorite bra because you can't fucking help yourself from jizzing all over me!" Chaewon plants her hands on her curvy hips and glares as hard as she possibly can. And you have to admit, anger is a good look on her.Â
But those messy sheets can wait.Â
Because why would you bother with that when there's a dozen different places you can fuck her before the day is over? Why spend your time doing anything else but pinning Chaewon's lithe little body against the bedroom wall, and shoving your cock right back in her ass with a hand wrapped tight around her throat?
After this week is done, you're probably going to need a whole new bed.
So the sheets can fucking wait.
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Jealous
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive content, slight violence
Summary: Logan see's a guy flirting with you and gets jealous
Word count: 1.3k
A/N: this was written while i was sleep deprived and had no idea where tf it was going so enjoy
Logan wasnât a very jealous person. He never had reason to be; everyone knew you were his and he didnât feel the need to scare anyone off. He knew you only had eyes for him, and he didnât feel threatened by anyone else.
Usually.
Yet as he was watching you laughing with that guy at the bar, like he was somehow the most hilarious fucking person on this planet, all he wanted to do was walk over there and punch the guy square in the jaw.
He didnât though, because heâd learnt from the past you were not a fan of his outbursts but fuck he wanted to. He could feel his claws itching to extend, to rip through his flesh and proceed to rip out that guyâs flesh. He knew you were dating Logan, heâd have to. He was a new mutant to the school sure but heâd been here for about a week. It was common knowledge you and Logan were in a serious relationship; heâd have to have heard about it by now.
So he was flirting with you knowing you were taken. He might as well have been flirting with death.
âCalm down there mate.â
Scottâs voice took Logan out of his stewing. He glanced at his friend, who had noticed his jealousy and was staring at him with an amused look on his face.
âShut up,â was Loganâs gruff response, eyes going back to your smiling face, resisting the urge to walk over there and claim you as his right in front of the bastard.
He was also miffed with you, however. Surely you werenât that dumb. Surely you could see the blatant attraction the man held for you. Yet you did nothing to diffuse the tension or let him know you werenât interested.
âDude, youâd think you had my laser eyes with the way youâre glaring at that guy,â Scott said, not helping Logan in the slightest. He wished he did have Scottâs lazer eyes so he could get rid of this irritating problem.Â
Jean decided to walk up at that moment, casting Logan a weary glance. âIâm not sure how long he can take before he snaps.â
âI can hear you yâknow,â Logan said through gritted teeth, though Jean wasnât entirely wrong.
It was when the guy laid his hands on you, squeezing your arm the way Logan did, that he finally âsnappedâ as Jean had called it.
His friends didnât even try to stop him as he stalked towards you, knowing itâd be no use. Logan was ready to rip that manâs arm off his body if he kept touching what was Loganâs, and he wouldnât even feel bad about it. Heâd enjoy it.Â
You turned towards him when he arrived, shining him a bright smile. God, you really were that naive when it came to other men. Logan knew he should be grateful, knew this obliviousness came from a place of love, where you simply didnât see any other man that way so you didnât pick up on the obvious cues, but right now it was doing nothing but irk him, seeing another man flirt with you and seeing you do nothing about it.
âLogan,â you greeted warmly, wrapping both your arms around one of his, and shaking the other manâs hand off in the process. A bolt of satisfaction struck him at the action, but it wasnât enough to quench his overwhelming jealousy.
He tugged you closer, feeling a deep sense of contentment when you eagerly complied, and his irritation towards you lessened slightly. Noticing the manâs narrowed gaze as he watched the two of you however only increased it.
He raised an eyebrow at the man. âSomething wrong?â
He tried and failed to mask his face, Logan seeing the twisted jealousy lurking beneath the surface. It was so similar to his own it caught Logan off guard for a second, and his own anger towards the man wavered.
That was until he opened his mouth.Â
âJust the fact you canât give your girlfriend more than five minutes of space before youâre crowding her again.â
Logan was going to kill this man.
You seemed to realise that too as your hold got a tad tighter, as if to hold him back. If you werenât wrapped around his arm his claws would already be out, yet you knew exactly how to stop him, and had it so Logan couldnât attack this son of a bitch.
âExcuse me?â was his response again, and the people around them quietened, as if sensing the danger.
He felt rather than saw Scott and Jean move closer, to protect Logan or the man he wasnât sure.
The man scoffed, glancing at you who was certainly not smiling at him anymore. âYou see her chatting to me and you have to barge in. Itâs like youâre scared if she talks to another guy sheâll realise youâre not all that and fuck off while she has the chance.â
Yep, this man was dead. He couldnât just run his mouth like that, in front of you, and expect Logan not to pummel him into the ground. He was going to make sure the manâs death was painful and slow, that he felt every cut and bone breaking.
Yet before he could do a single thing you stepped forward and gave the guy a glare so dirty Logan was relieved not to be on the receiving end of it.
âYou speak about my relationship with Logan like you have any idea of what goes on between us again and Iâll fuck your shit up.â
The man looked so stunned he couldnât even formulate a proper sentence. âBut you- but he-â
âDid you ever think maybe I like having him around? That maybe spending time with my boyfriend is what I want? And even if I didnât, did you really think Iâd prefer you instead? A man who barely knows me yet tries to speak for me and insults the people I love?â
Logan was staring at you in awe. The way you kept going, stripping this man of his arrogance and self assuredness, ripping him to shreds verbally the way Logan would have physically, well, it turned him on. You matched each other so well he couldnât help the smug smile tugging at his lips as he turned back to the now humiliated man.
âI think she said it all.â
He sent Logan one last glare, and he thought that would be the end of it when he caught the muttered âbitch,â the man sent your way.
Immediately Loganâs fist was in his face, slamming into his jaw, his nose, any piece of flesh he could find. He was barely aware of the gasps around him and youâre incessant tugging of his shirt as he grabbed the man by the neck and looked him in the eye.
âIf you so much as look at her in any disrespectful way again, Iâll tear you to shreds.â
Then he dropped the man, watching him scramble upright and swear profusely at him- though not a single word or glance was directed at you- before getting the hell out of there.
Satisfied, he turned to find you glaring at him, hands on your hips with a stern look on your face.
Logan held out both his hands in defence. âWhat?â
âI had that handled.â
Logan grabbed you by the waist and tugged you close, and though you werenât exactly happy with him you werenât completely mad either, because the man had been a dick, and let him reel you in.
âI know Bub, I just couldnât let him get away with calling you that.â
You sighed but pressed your head into his chest and Logan knew he was victorious. âLetâs just get out of here, yeah?â
He raised his eyebrows at you. âYeah?â
You smirked, âI want to see how wild you get when youâre jealous.â
Logan grinned a purely animalistic smile as he brought you close, pressing his lips against your ear as he whispered roughly, âoh just you wait Sweetheart.â
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Tyler Owens x Reader: I Choose You
Request: Anonymous said: "jealous tyler or jealous reader would be interesting to read đ"
Word count: 3.8k
Warnings: none!
A/N: not sure how i feel about this one but I gave it a go and wanted to make sure I posted!
Tyler tells himself that heâs over thinking⊠maybe even reading too much into things.Â
But God, he swears he isnât imagining the way that you and the reporter heâd agreed to let tag along for the next week naturally interact with one another with such ease.Â
Tyler is not a jealous personâ heâs confident and secure and he trusts you. Jealousy is petty and itâs stupid. And Tylerâs been trying his whole life to prove to himself and everyone around him that heâs not stupid.
Tyler has a loose shock to repair before the storm theyâve been tracking rolls in later that day. Heâs currently laying on the dirt at the rest stop theyâve pulled in, with a wrench in his hand. Daniâs shining their flashlight for him, and itâs important he stays focused. And he tries⊠really, he does.Â
But Tyler looks up just as the reporter laughs at a joke youâve made. And then, he reaches out to touch your arm for the added effect. Tyler nearly drops the wrench heâs holding on his face at the sight.Â
âEasy, T,â Dani says, studying him closely.Â
He takes a deep breath before looking back towards the truck.Â
âWhat the hellâs the matter with you?â Dani asks, kicking his shoulder gently with their boot.Â
âNothing,â Tyler grumbles in a tone that screams there is absolutely something wrong. Thankfully Dani doesnât push.Â
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Throughout the rest of the week, Tyler tries to talk himself down whenever jealousy rears its ugly head. He keeps telling himself that heâs being irrationalâ youâre not flirting with the reporter everytime you walk with him into the gas stations they stop at, or offer to ride with him in the van instead of Tylerâs truck, where you normally sit. Youâre just trying to be friendly⊠make him feel at ease.Â
But did he really have to look at you that way while you studied the GPS monitoring system? Or share his fucking cookies with you when everyone ate lunch in the field? And did you have to laugh so loudly at every single joke he made?
Tyler finds out on the second night heâs tagging along that Henryâs a fucking Columbia grad on top of a stupid self-proclaimed comedian. The two of you are sitting around the fire talking about graduate degrees when Henry turns towards him.Â
âDid you two meet at school then?â Henry asks. Â
Tyler smiles, but instead of warmth itâs laced with sarcasm. âNope, I donât have one of those fancy degrees, Henry. In fact, none of us but her do.âÂ
Henry turns back towards you and proceeds to ask more questions about your time studying meteorology at the U of A. Meanwhile, Tyler is left to simmer in his own self pity, wondering if it bothered you that he isnât educated like Henry.Â
Tyler has to spend the rest of the week fighting the urge to make it known youâre hisâ heâs had thoughts of keeping a permanent hand planted on your waist right in front of Henry. Maybe if he pulled you in for a kiss a little more often, and really claimed you as his, this guy would back the hell off.Â
But Tyler quickly shakes away the thought.Â
Because claiming you like an object is stupid, and Tyler is not stupid.Â
âŠ
Tyler grabs you a coffee from the nearest gas station and brings it back to the motel because heâs really trying to move past all this shit. Youâre sitting with Lilly and fiddling with the drone when he tries to hand it to you.Â
You offer him an appreciative smile that warms his entire chest. Tylerâs definitely been overreacting, because youâre looking at him with such love and admiration in your eyes.Â
âThanks, but Iâve already had some today,â you say, crushing every hope inside of him in an instant. âWhy donât you give it to Dani? They take their coffee the same as I do.â
âWhen did you have time to get coffee?â he asks, trying to play it cool.Â
You reply so simply, like the words donât slice right through his heart. âI didnât, Henry brought me one.â
Tylerâs jaw tightens. Itâs a gesture you donât notice, because youâre too busy focusing on the drone half in your lap.Â
What you do seem to notice, is the way he scoffs. It makes yours and Lillyâs heads both turn.Â
But before you can reply, Tylerâs already walking away. He clutches the coffee firmly in his hand and without a word, drops the full cup in the trash can outside the motel.Â
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Tyler has to remind himself that heâs not angry.
At least not at you. Â
You and him have a great relationship. He trusts you and thatâs all there is to it. Whether itâs Henry or whoever elseâ you never gave Tyler a reason to be worried.Â
But Tyler doesnât like the way seeing you with the reporter makes him feel. Because at any moment, you could leave him for someone with a more respectable careerâ someone with fair skin and button up polos who just looked like they had their shit together. Someone with a college degree⊠someone a hell of a lot smarter than him.Â
Seeing you with him made Tyler feel vulnerable, like he had something to loseâ because he had everything to lose.Â
âŠ
The crew spends another week chasing in Oklahoma. The seasonâs winding down, but they still managed to catch two EF0s and an EF1.Â
Tylerâs been avoiding you for most of the week. Heâd offer the truck space to Boone and Lilly, heâd sit next to Dexter around the fire at night⊠hell, he would hardly even look at you.Â
You turned down his coffee earlier in the week. Only after the fact did you realize that you should have just taken the damn thing. You understand that rejecting him after he went out of his way to do something nice for you hurt his feelings⊠But you canât understand how that turned into an entire week of the silent treatment.Â
On numerous instances, you try to approach him. But he always has somewhere to run off to.Â
âI gotta help Dani with the vanâs oil change.â
âI gotta see if Boone got the footage we need.â
âI gotta give Dexter a hand with the radar.â
Youâre getting sick of it.Â
You try to distract yourself for the rest of the weekâ you ask Lilly to explain more about how to work her drone, you keep on top of the radarâ looking for forming storm cells, and you try to make the reporter Tyler had invited along for the week feel welcome.Â
Henryâs niceâ heâs completely new to storm chasing and has loads of questions all the time. You find it slightly annoying that heâs so interested in Tyler⊠but you get it. And even though youâre a little irritated with Tyler for your week-long silent-treatment sentence, you still want him to sound as good as possible in the article, so you talk him up every chance you can.Â
You know that this lack of communication canât last. And the second Henry goes back to Boston to write his piece, you plan to corner Tyler and force him into telling you what the hell youâd done wrong. But until then, you donât want to cause a scene. So, you sit back, spend more time talking with Henry about Tyler, and try like hell not to lose your mind.
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Itâs more for his own sanity than anything. Itâs like seeing you with Henry has caused this sudden realization to pop into his head⊠You can do betterâ and honestly you deserve better than him. The thought is all consuming. It makes focusing on anything else incredibly difficult.Â
âYou gonna tell us what the hell is up?â Lilly asks one day.Â
Tylerâs currently standing in the bed of his truck, tinkering things that didnât really need to be fixed just to stay busy.Â
âWhat do you mean?â he replies without looking up.
âI mean are you going to tell us why you two love birds havenât spoken in like three days?â
Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler notices Boone glancing his way with an expression on his face that says he was wondering the same thing.Â
âWeâve spoken,â Tyler says dismissively.Â
âTelling her you donât have room for her in the truck doesnât count,â Lilly retorts. âCâmon, seriously, Ty. Whatâs wrong?â
Tyler sets his tool down and looks down at Lilly. âNothing is wrong.â
Lilly rolled her eyes. âOkay, well are you sure she knows that? Cause Dani and I saw her crying in the bathroom.âÂ
Tyler lets out a long exhaleâ the thought of you upset instantly filling his insides with sorrow. But the thought that he was the one to make you upset is even worse.Â
âI know itâs not my business,â Lilly adds. âBut Iâve been watching you give her the silent treatment all week, and thatâs not going to fix anything. I know Henryâs still here and itâs been a crazy weekââ
Tyler canât help the scoff that escapes his lips at the mention of Henryâs name.
Lilly pauses before a look of understanding washes over her. âYouâre pissed that sheâs been hanging with Henry.â She says it as a statement instead of a question.Â
âIâm notââ
âIâve known you for six years, donât even try to deny it. You areâ youâre jealous, arenât you?âÂ
With his lips pursed in a thin line, Tyler raises an eyebrow at her. âMaybe I am. Does that make you happy? Is that what you want to hear?â
Now it was Lillyâs turn to scoff. âOf course it doesnât make me happy. Youâre being an idiot.â
âWhat?âÂ
âI said that youâre being an idiot,â Lilly says, annunciating each word insultingly.Â
âYeah,â Tyler nods. âIâm well aware that Iâm an idiot, but thanks for reminding me.â
âI said youâre being an idiot, Tyler. Not that you are one. Now stop sulking and fucking listen for once in your goddamn life.â
Itâs so out of the ordinary for Lilly to snap that Tyler actually does shut his mouth.Â
âYou invite a reporter on the road with us and then you donât give him the time of day to answer any of the questions he has. Youâre short and curt and to be honest, kind of fucking rude anytime he asks you anything. Y/N is being politeâ and sheâs hosting the guest you invited along. So donât fucking blame her just because youâre insecure.âÂ
Tyler can feel the anger rising in his own chest, he wants to get defensiveâ to snap back at Lilly. But deep down, he knows sheâs right, so he stifles any comebacks and instead hangs his head.Â
Lilly sighs. âYouâre not an idiot, Tyler. So stop acting like one.â
âŠ
After letting Lillyâs words really sink in, Tyler decides that sheâs right. For the first time all week, heâs motivated to actually talk with you and make things right.Â
Or at least he is right until he sees Henry approaching you in the parking lot. Heâs too far away to hear what Henry has to say. But heâs not so far away that he doesn't see the folded up piece of paper that he passes you.Â
In an instant, everything Lilly had saidâ along with all the things heâs said to convince himself heâs been overreacting flies away with the wind. Because Henry just gave you his fucking phone number.Â
Tyler turnsâ needing to get as much space from whatever exchange he just witnessed as he possibly can. In a few, long, angry strides, Tyler reaches his truck and climbs inside. In the distance, he hears Lilly call after him. But he pretends he doesnât hear. Instead, he slams the door shut, starts the ignition and drives away.Â
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âWhereâs he goinâ?â Boone says just as you approach him and the rest of the crew.Â
âDunno. He didnât say anything to you?â Dani asks, turning towards Lilly.Â
She shakes her head, eyes squinting against the bright sun.Â
âWhat the hell is his problem?â you say frustratedly, biting back tears.Â
Stupidly, youâd let yourself get your hopes up earlier in the day when Tyler had offered you a small smile over breakfast. You had thought that maybe things were alright, and that he was finally over whatever had been bothering him so badly.Â
But now youâre standing in the cloud of dust he just left behind after taking off in his truck without a word to anyone and you know that isnât the case.Â
âHere I was thinking I helped last night,â Lilly says under her breath.Â
You snap your head in her direction. âYou talked to him?â
She shrugs. âI tried to.âÂ
âDid he say why heâs been so upset?â
Lilly hesitates. And truthfully, you understand why. Everyone here was Tylerâs friend first. You were the last to join the crewâ inducted into the group just by being Tylerâs girlfriend. They have no obligation to be loyal to you over Tyler.Â
âForget it,â you say defeatedly, turning away as soon as you feel the familiar burn of tears behind your eyes. âIt doesnât even matter.â With that, you make your way towards the RV, painfully aware of everyoneâs eyes trained on you the entire way.Â
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Tyler drives to the nearest gas station, desperate for space to clear his head.Â
He knows heâs being dramatic and irrational at this point, but if he stayed at that rest stop another second, he didnât know what would come out of his mouth. He really really had to get it together. But he canât escape the fear inside of himâ the one saying that meeting Henry helped you recognize that you could do so much better than him.
And now you had his phone number, to reach out whenever that realization hit.Â
Why wouldnât you be interested in Henry? Heâs got a goddamn masterâs degree from Columbia, he writes articles for the Globe, works out every morning before they go chasingâ apparently makes hilarious jokesâŠÂ
Tyler rests his forehead against the steering wheel and groans.
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Tylerâs gone for an hour. But when he finally parks the truck back at the rest stop, he hasnât shaken the sinking feeling inside of him.Â
In a preemptive attempt to avoid questions he had snagged a bunch of snacks from the nearest gas station. If you ask where heâs been, he can just say he had a hankering for potato chips and call it good.Â
Except, you donât even look at him when he gets out of the truck. Booneâs got corn hole set up in the dirt. It looks like Boone and Henry versus Dani and Dexter while you watch. He only watches for a moment before bringing the bag of snacks into the RV.Â
Secretly, Tylerâs been simultaneously excited for and dreading the end of the week. Heâs excited for Henry to leave and excited to sleep in his own bed. But heâs dreading being back in your shared house. Itâll be the first time the two of you are forced to be alone, and he knows heâll have to find the words to describe what heâs been feeling.Â
But apparently Tylerâs stupid, because he doesnât even know what heâs feeling.Â
All he knows is that he doesnât want to lose you. And seeing you with Henry makes him feel like heâs about to lose you. Tyler doesnât know how to say that to you without coming across as a total lunatic. Â
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You donât want to cause a scene at the rest stop. But the minute you see Tyler head for the RV, youâre out of your seat and beelining it towards him while the rest of the team is distracted.
As soon as you hoist open the door, you find him hunched over the fridge, grabbing a water bottle.Â
âWhat the hell?â is all you can manage to blurt out. Youâre fuming and on the verge of tears. But you canât help itâ Tylerâs silent treatment has just about pushed you to the edge.Â
Tyler whips around at the sound of your entrance⊠and maybe it was a little dramaticâ but you need to get your point across.Â
Thereâs a long pause while Tylerâs eyes study you.Â
âAre you gonna tell me why youâve been avoiding me all week?â
Youâre met by more silence. Â
âThis is ridiculous, Tyler. Will you just talk to me?â
Finally, Tyler scoffs, âThe reporter gave you his number, right? Why donât you talk to him? Iâm sure heâd love to talk.â
In an instant, a wave of understanding washes over you. But it isnât overshadowed by the anger you feel.Â
âAre you serious right now? Youâre jealous of Henry?â
He shuts the fridge before cracking open his water bottle dismissively, ignoring your questions.Â
âTyler, are you forgetting that youâre the one who invited him with us this week? I mean, did you think he was just supposed to sit back and observe? Heâs a reporter, of course heâs going to have questions⊠Questions that you were way more qualified to answer, but you were too busy being a jerk all week to answer any of them. So I did it for youââ
âI never asked for you to do that.â
âYou didnât have toâ I did it for you!â you cry. âI did it so that heâd write you a good storyâ because you deserve that.âÂ
âOh, how convenient. So you two just get along so well for my sake then?â he says.Â
You exhale sharply. âAre you kidding me right now? Weâve spent the last week talking about you! Iâve been talking you upâ telling him stories about what you doâ how good you are at what you doâ all the people youâve helpedââ
Tyler rolls his eyes. âYeah right,â he scoffs.Â
You pause, anger slowly melting away at the realization that he genuinely didnât believe anything you were saying.Â
âTyler,â you say seriously. âThere is absolutely nothing going on between me and Henry. Iâve been answering his questions and telling him how fucking brave and generous and smart you areââ
âDonât patronize me,â he snaps, voice cracking just slightly. âJust forget it, it doesnât matter.â He sets his water bottle on the counter before moving to step by you.Â
âTyler stopââ you say, reaching for him. But heâs too quick. He reaches the door before youâre able to stop him.Â
âWill you please stop walking away from me!â you blurt out frustratedly, tears forming in your eyes. âYouâve been running from me all weekâ I just⊠I just want to talk about this. Pleaseââ
Tyler doesnât turn to face you, but to your relief, he stops before opening the door.Â
âThere is nothing happening between me and Henry, Tyler. I mean, I promise you, absolutely nothingâ I⊠I donât know how else to convince you. But thereâs nothing going on. Iâm not into Henryââ
âI know,â he says quickly, eyes squeezing shut.Â
You let your mouth fall open, confusion washing over you. âWhat?âÂ
âI know thereâs nothing happening between you and Henryâ I trust you and I believe you.â
You shake your head in disbelief. âSo why are you so mad at me?â
Tyler pauses and bites his lip before saying, âIâm not mad at youââ he tries to explain. âI just⊠I donât understand.â
âUnderstand what?â
âI donât understand whyââ
You sigh. âTyler, youâre not making any senseââ
Tylerâs face twists in anguish. âWhy arenât you into him?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âHeâs everything Iâm not. And I meanâ Seeing you with himâ it just made me realize that you can do so much better than me,â Tyler says desperately, the pain almost palpable in his voice. âHeâs got the fancy degreeâ heâs obviously smartââ
Youâre shaking your head before he even finishes his sentence, because the idea of anyone ever being better than Tyler was even more ludicrous than him being jealous in the first place. âTyler, youâre smartââ
âI didnât go to Columbia. I didnât even finish my first year of undergrad.â
âI donât care about any of thatâ you know I donâtââ
âWhy?â he blurts out harshly, finally turning to look at you. âWhy do you even want me when you can have someone like him?â
Tyler didnât think he was good enough for youâ and that admission broke your fucking heart. In an instant, all the reasons you loved Tyler flow through your head. Thereâs so many, you canât even keep up.Â
So instead, you reach into your pocket and pull out the note Henry had given you just hours earlierâ the one Tyler apparently saw him give you. He watches as you unfold the piece of paper, quickly revealing that itâs not a phone number.Â
âItâs his momâs cookie recipe,â you explain. âThe ones you refused to try. I talked to him about how you have a sweet tooth, and I said how much you love chocolate chip cookies, so he wrote it down for me. I thought I might be able to make them for you when we got home. Because I love youâ and I love doing things that will make you happy. Because thatâs what you do for meâ you make me happy. All the time, just by existing.â
You watch as the realization washes over him. Â
You sigh. âDid you ever stop and think about how I feel the same about you?â
He pauses before looking at you questioningly.Â
âI mean, youâre you,â you say, gesturing towards him. âPeople adore you, Tyler. And rightfully soâ but Iâm always worried youâll find someone better. But I donât get hung up on it, because I trust you. I trust that you mean it when you tell me you love me and you choose me. And I need you to do the same for me, Tyler. I need you to trust me. Because I love youâ and I always will.â
Tyler exhales, his eyes watery.Â
âCan you do that?â you plead.Â
To your relief, after a moment, he nods.Â
You donât hesitate before closing the gap between you and wrapping your arms around his middle. You lay your head on his chest just as his arms wind around your shoulders in an attempt to make up for all the hugs youâve missed out on this week. Because as much as you love chasing in Oklahoma or Texas, your absolute favorite place to be is at home in his arms.Â
âCookie recipe, huh?â he muses above you, chin resting on top of your heads.Â
You nod. âIâm a horrible baker, but I was going to give it a shot.â
Tyler tightens his grip around you. âWell horrible baker or not, I love you and I choose you.â
You let your eyes fall shut and inhale the familiar, comforting scent of him. âYou have no idea how happy that makes me,â you say honestly.Â
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Am I Living an Illusion? | Suguru/Kenjaku x Chubby! Reader
Summary; Youâre not so sure your boyfriend is who he says he is anymore.
Warnings; smut (cunnilingus, P in V) imposter! au? cockwarming (mentioned) (loosely based on the song ârunaway runawayâ by Mars Argo)
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
You tried to ignore it at first. The way he didnât have that slight limp in his walk. How he started adding cream to his coffee instead of just black. The way he suddenly started treating you.
Suguru had always been a frigid lover. He never allowed you to get too close. In fact, you often wondered if you were even in a relationship in the first place. He never held your hand, hardly cuddled with you, and talking to him was like pulling teeth. The only shred of adoration he showed you was when his hands grabbed at the fat of your thighs to fuck into you.
Thatâs why you know whatever is in front of you, is not your Suguru.
Because your Suguru would never hold you the way this one does, like youâre his reason for breathing, like youâre a goddess among men and heâs trying to keep you for himself. He would never talk to you like this one does, voice so soft and gentle, almost like a whisper. He would never look at you like this one, like you hung the Sun, Moon and all the stars.
And he especially wouldn't plan an elaborate dinner for Valentine's Day.
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âI just want to spoil you, sweetheart. I feel weâve grown apart these last few weeks.â He murmurs in your ear. Youâd been trying to come to terms with your feelings for whatever is inhabiting your boyfriend, thus causing a bit of separation.
Anytime you both were in the same room, you made an excuse to leave. It was a bit immature, sure, but you didnât know how to cope with what you were feeling. Something clearly wasnât right with your boyfriend, but he was also beginning to act exactly how youâve been wanting. You werenât sure what to do, however, after mentioning in passing how much you wanted to participate in the holiday, you didnât really have much of an excuse to get out of this.
âI- I donât know, Sugu. Itâs been a while.â You deflect. âDidnât you say youâve always wanted to do something on this day? I know Iâve been dismissive before, but I want to make up for that now.â He turns you to face him, thumb caressing the softness of your cheek. Itâs moments like this that remind you heâs not who he used to be, that heâs something entirely different.
âSuguruâ on the other hand was struggling to hold himself back from just wiping everything off the table taking you right there.
How? How did his host go this long without fucking you?
If it was up to him, youâd never leave his cock, reduced to nothing but a cock-drunk cumdump that warms his dick.
Not to say that was a bad thing. He just wants to ravish you, run his tongue along your curves and grip your supple flesh. Sink his teeth into your pouty lips and just take everything you have to offer.
You feel your cheeks heat up under his stare, the intensity in which heâs looking at you causing wetness to pool in your panties. âWell, yes. But I just think-â He shushes your thoughts by pressing a brief peck to your lips. âAh, ah, ah,â He tuts, moving to pick up a chocolate covered strawberry and putting the delicacy to your lips. âNo thinking today, just⊠feeling.â He says and if you werenât paying attention, youâd miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.
Your clit pulses at his words, so you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Without breaking eye contact, you lean down slightly and take a bite of delicious fruit in his hand. âSuguruâ feels his cock twitch at the sight of the red juice dripping down your chin. He canât help himself when he reaches out to wipe the juice, sucking the same finger into his mouth, savoring the taste of you.
And you canât help yourself when you finally reach out and press a searing kiss to his lips, the taste of the strawberry and each other dancing on each of your tongues.
He pulls you into his lap without breaking the kiss, hands immediately finding purchase on your soft waist. He groans at the feel of you grinding down on his clothed cock, desperate for some sort of friction.
He takes pity on you and lifts you up with ease, the action causing you to squeal in surprise, arms wrapping around his neck to anchor yourself. âDo you really think Iâd let you get hurt, sweet thing?â He asks earnestly, an almost hurt expression on his face. But itâs quickly wiped away as his hands run up and down your body. âWith me around, youâll never be hurt again.â It was said with such finality that you had no choice but to believe him.
He carries you to your shared bedroom, once cold now full of love. He carefully lays you on your silk sheets, taking his time to undress you, almost like a present for himself.
âSuguruâ can hardly contain his appreciation for the sight before him. You were quite literally everything he was looking for in a partner, and he couldnât believe his luck when he picked a host that had exactly what he needed.
With that thought in mind, he rids himself of his clothes, eager to make a mess of you. âYouâre so pretty, baby. You look so good laid out for me like this.â He sighs, running his hands up and down your thighs. You try to squeeze them tight to prevent him from catching sight of your wetness but itâs fruitless; he can practically taste you on his tongue.
He manages to pry your legs apart, the sight of your sticky folds enough to make a grown man weep. He doesnât hold himself back anymore, immediately diving into your soaked cunt.
You gasp as he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue laving over the bundle of nerves as you grind into his face. âThatâs it, baby. Use me. Use me to get off, you deserve it.â And you know what? You fucking do.
So you do as he says, pressing his face further into your pussy as you get off on his mouth. Heâs moaning into you, hands grabbing at whatever he can as you whine and gasp at the overwhelming feeling.
It doesnât take long before youâre cumming, cunt spasming around his tongue as he uses it to fuck you through your orgasm, your body twitching at the intensity of it.
He presses one final kiss to your clit before pulling away slightly, hands rubbing comforting circles into your skin. He leans up to your face, pressing a deep kiss to your lips before pulling away to look at the softness in your eyes.
âReady for more?â He asks, pressing sweet pecks to your chubby cheeks. Youâre coherent enough to nod in the affirmative, and thatâs all âSuguruâ needs to get to work, running his hard dick through your soaked folds to lube himself up.
The glide into your cunt is easy, the head of his cock nearly nudging your cervix with every thrust.
Heâs beating your poor pussy up, dick slamming into your g-spot and heâs not faring any better. Your moans and the squelch of your pussy is music to his ears, and the way your cunt clenches every time he makes a particularly deep thrust has a shiver running down his spine.
As he nears his orgasm, he realizes he has to feel you cum on his cock. Itâs a must.
He reaches up and pinches each of your nipples, licking into your mouth when you open it to moan for him. âCum for me. Cum on my fucking cock.â He demands, slamming into you in quick succession. All it takes is one, two, three more thrusts and you're spilling all over his cock, drenching him in your release. Itâs not long before heâs right behind you, holding you flush against him as he spills his seed deep in your womb.
Youâre panting against each other, holding each other as you catch your breaths. Itâs a few minutes before âSuguruâ pulls away and leaves the room and youâre worried things will go back to the way they were before. But then he comes back with a wet cloth, a bowl of the chocolate strawberries and a bottle of water. He hands you the fruit and water, before running the wet towel through your soaked folds, careful of your sensitivity.
Once heâs finished he tosses the towel onto his nightstand to be dealt with later, then pulling you flush against him as he feeds you more of the strawberries. You sigh in content as you let yourself be cared for.
Once youâve finished the fruit and drank a good portion of the water, âSuguruâ hugs you close to him once again, your back against his front, as he rubs his hand over your plump tummy. You think about this. About the intimacy he provides, the safety you feel with him.
âI know youâre not what you once were Suguru,â You start, and you feel him stiffen behind you. You place your hand over his, intertwining your fingers. âBut I donât care.â
He breathes out.
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