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masonmontz · 6 months ago

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hello hello 🫶🏻

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

+18 smut - bj, the two of them tying each other up, dirty talk, pet name, a little bit of sub!mase word count: 3,7k

NOTES: this is not about their romance, there’s no romance in fact, i tried to write something different and i hope you like it 🤗(maybe I SAID MAYBE will be the part 2 or more bc it's an open ending) - don't wait for fluffy

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Mason tried but he couldn't take his eyes off you since you walked into that club.

The tight white dress really caught his attention, as did the high heels with the red soles. The red lipstick made Mason want to smudge it all over your mouth with a kiss.

And you noticed him too ‘cause Mason saw you look at him and smiled, taking a sip of your drink as you stared at him. It wasn't a normal club, the girls dancing on stage all night had only one goal, as did the men who danced shirtless and in suspenders.

Mason wasn't interested in any strippers, in fact he didn't come with that objective, he just decided to accompany the guys for a fun night. He just didn't expect to find something so interesting in a white dress and red lipstick.

And the best part is that you noticed him too.

You looked over your shoulder and walked to the bar, taking one last look at Mason before turning away. He didn't think twice before following you, ignoring his friends calling out to him.

You had your back to him and a dancer tried to stop Mason, but he just ignored her and kept walking towards you. Mason stood right behind you and you smiled because you knew he was going to follow you, and you turned in the seat to face him.

“Well, I thought it would take longer” you said and Mason smiled, shivering with your voice. He was mesmerized, Mason had never seen someone so beautiful. “Did you like what you saw?”

“I'm just thinking how much I like that red lipstick on your lips” he murmured and not even the loud music stopped you from understanding. “I’m Mason, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/n” you said and turned to order a drink, but Mason offered his glass to you. “What are you drinking?”

“Whiskey” he shrugged and you took a sip. Mason found the lipstick mark on the cup incredibly sexy.

“So Mason, what do you want?” you asked and Mason almost widened his eyes at you being so direct, but it was better this way than pretending you weren't interested.

“I- what?” he asked confused. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you don’t tell me what you want.”

“I wanna have sex with you and never see you again.”

Mason felt used, but maybe that's just what he does to some women. Mason prayed it was bad and he wouldn't have to see you anymore, because it would be a shame not to see such a pretty face again.

“Fine by me” he said even though it wasn't what he wanted to say to you. Mason would die to feel those lips just once.

Mason would be embarrassed to admit he was horny in the middle of a nightclub over a woman he hadn't even touched yet, but those eyes felt like they were fucking Mason every time you looked at his body. It had been a long time since he felt such a strong desire to have sex with a woman.

“Do you want to go to your house?” he asked, but you quickly shook your head and pointed at him. “Mine then.”

Mason didn't even bother to say goodbye to the guys before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the club, not before paying your bill and his. You didn't say anything on the way, you just sent a message to the girls letting them know you had left.

Mason was even sexier driving and you wanted to give him a blowjob right there, but it was better to wait until you got to a safe place.

You took his hand that was resting on the backrest and brought it to your leg, Mason smiled mischievously as he squeezed the soft skin.

“You can touch me if you want” you murmured and brought your hand to his thigh, caressing it lightly and looking at him, who alternated his gaze between the road and you. “Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re the devil trying to kill me” you smiled and brought your hand to his crotch, caressing it over the fabric of his beige pants. Mason was hard and you noticed it as soon as you left the club, and you really wanted to touch him since you saw him for the first time that night.

Mason brought his hands to the hem of your dress and looked at you, who just nodded and allowed him to bring his hand to your pussy.

You sighed as he pressed a finger against your clit, and you tried to massage his cock through the fabric, but his finger inside you felt so much better and you couldn't concentrate. You spread your legs and prayed that no cars would pass by, because anyone would see Mason with his fingers stuck in your wet pussy.

You moaned and bit your lips, you took your hand off Mason's dick and held his hand that was on your clit, you pulled your white dress up and Mason could see your red panties that covered nothing.

Mason hated himself ‘cause he still had to pay attention to the road when all he wanted to do was stop the car and cum in your hot pussy. He pulled the small fabric of your panties to the side and you brought his finger to your entrance, making Mason feel how much you were dripping for him. He moaned when he felt the wetness and heat there.

“I’m gonna stop the car” he murmured but you nodded.

“No, someone can see us” You reached your hand down to Mason's pants again and unzipped him, putting your hand inside his pants and feeling his damp underwear. “You’re so big.”

He smiled and shrugged, and your right hand was on his cock and with your left hand you took Mason's fingers inside you, spreading your legs even wider as he penetrated you with two fingers.

You could barely masturbate Mason because you wanted him to thrust his fingers even faster inside you, but he still had to drive.

“Yeah this is so good” you moaned and tried to move up and down his cock, feeling Mason hard as cement. You're almost drooling as you imagine his cock dripping wet to fuck you, hard and veiny.

“You’re so wet” he mumbled and Mason stopped at a traffic light, and when he saw there were no cars around he leaned in and kissed you, finally smudging the lipstick like he wanted.

You moaned as Mason sped up the movements of his fingers, and if he was already good with his fingers, you couldn't wait to see the rest.

A horn took you out of the bubble and Mason sped up the car, wanting to get home as quickly as possible. Mason had moved away from you to drive and you decided to tease him.

You stuck your own fingers in your pussy and pulled them out, bringing them to his lips. Mason didn't think twice before sucking both fingers, licking and tasting the moisture there.

“Good boy” you whispered, and then you lowered the neckline of your dress so Mason could see your breasts, and he moaned when he saw your hard nipples waiting for his mouth. “This is all for you tonight.”

“Please, just masturbate me all the way home” he begged, but you laughed and nodded. You took his hand again and ran his finger over your nipple, and Mason spread you open with his fingertips. “I need to fuck you so bad.”

“How long to your house?” you asked.

“We’re arriving.”

You let go of Mason's hand and pulled on your dress, adjusting your clothes and reaching down to Mason's pants to button them up again.

Of course you rubbed his dick on purpose.

It didn't take long for Mason to stop in front of a large house, and you admired the building because it really is very beautiful.

Mason parked the car and you grabbed your bag and got out, and he quickly showed you the entrance to the house while purposefully rubbing his erection against your ass.

If he pinned you against the wall and fucked you there you wouldn't mind. Or maybe you'd ask him to fuck you on top of that Lamborghini.

You want to control him.

Mason took you to his room and you rolled your eyes when you saw how luxurious the room was, you knew he was a football player and earned millions, but they like to show off.

“All this luxury makes me horny” you mumbled and laughed, Mason smiled and you pulled him against you, kissing him once more.

You knew that the first time he kissed you in the car your lipstick had smudged, and when you walked into the house and Mason turned on the lights you saw his lips smudged with lipstick too. It was so sexy you could cum just imagining him with his lipstick smeared on your pussy.

“That's not very nice, I wanted to make you horny” Mason said and pushed you against the bed, making you fall on your back as he climbed up without letting his weight fall on you.

Mason took off his shirt before leaning down and kissing your lips hard, and you sighed at his tongue against yours.

“Do you have a tie?” you asked as he pulled away to pull up your dress and place his mouth on your nipple, and Mason raised his eyebrow at the request.

“Why? Do you want to be tied up?” you smiled mischievously and scratched his chest with your long nails, and Mason dodged because he shivered at the same time his skin burned.

“No, I want to tie you up” You took advantage of Mason being distracted and turned over in bed, placing him underneath you.

“You can choose the color of the tie” Mason murmured and he felt his cock throb at the thought of being tied up. He had never experienced that before and, well, it would be interesting.

Mason walked to the closet and you followed him, he opened a drawer with a tie and you took a black one. Luckily, he also had a chair in the closet and you grabbed it before leaving. Mason followed you.

You placed the chair in the middle of the room and took off your dress, leaving only your panties and hills for Mason. Mason took off his shirt and when he reached for the button on his pants you went over to him and stopped him.

“You won't take it off now” it was an order and Mason knew it. He obeyed. “Sit there.”

Mason sat in the chair and held out his hands for you to tie, but you smiled and followed him, pulling his arms behind your back.

“You’re not gonna touch me”

“Not fair.”

“It's fair, yeah” you tightened the knot and Mason's hands were trapped behind his back. You turned around and sat on his lap, pulling him in for a kiss. You were sitting on his dick and you could feel how hard he was. “Be a good boy for me.”

Mason closed his eyes and moaned, enjoying being dominated. Mason had never tried anything like it and he noticed that he liked it.

You stood up and Mason opened his eyes, watching you stop in front of him and pull your panties down, leaving you with only your Louboutin heels.

Mason licked his eyes as he saw the pussy in front of him. You lifted one of your legs and rested it on Mason's thigh, and he could clearly see the shine from the wetness there.

“You liked the view?” you asked and Mason agreed, so you smiled and sat in his lap. You grabbed his hair, making Mason look at you. You brought your hand to his chest and scratched, pulling your nail hard from his chest to his pecs, leaving marks.

You got off Mason's lap and knelt in front of him, watching Mason bite his lip as you looked up like the devil. You smiled and Mason knew that smile was capable of killing someone. A man.

You brought your hands to the waistband of his pants, lightly running your hand over the bulge appearing there. Mason sighed. You smiled. You opened the button and zipper, and Mason lifted his hips so you could pull his pants down, leaving him in just his underwear. You brought your lips to the fabric, leaving a light kiss on top that made Mason shiver. He tried to pull his arm away but it was in vain, because he was tied up.

A smile crossed your lips as Mason threw his head back, and you pulled down his underwear to watch his cock spring out of the fabric and rest hard against his abdomen. Mason shivered as you stared at his cock like it was a lollipop, you looked up only to find Mason's eyes desperate to feel your mouth around the length of his cock.

“What do you want?” you asked quietly, holding his cock with one hand and making light movements up and down, feeling it throb between your fingers. “How do you like it? Hard?”

Mason whimpered as you placed your palm on top of his cock, making circular motions as he squirmed in his chair, unable to get out.

“Please, put it in your mouth” he said in a whisper, throwing his head back as he felt the movements of her hand making strong movements around his cock. “Harder, please.”

As you made strong movements with your hand up and down you brought your lips to Mason's balls, he was so hard it looked like Mason was going to explode. You looked up once more and slid your tongue along his entire length as Mason stared at you, you brought a hand to his chest and scratched, seeing the marks you had already left there.

“Please, please…” he moaned when you finally put it all in your mouth, sucking Mason hard while what didn't fit in your mouth you masturbated with your hand. Mason was big and thick, and you couldn't wait to have that whole cock inside you. “I wanna touch you.”

“No” you held Mason sitting with one hand on his abdomen, licking his cock again afterwards. He was so beautiful that you could spend hours licking and sucking, without worrying about anything else. “You want to fuck my mouth?”

“Hell, yeah…” a hoarse moan left his throat and you felt your entire body tremble. Mason didn't seem to be thinking clearly with you making quick movements with your soft lips around his cock.

“Do it” you rested your hands on his thigh as Mason tried to lift his hips to fuck your mouth, and even tied up he had speed and you just looked up as Mason fucked your mouth like you wanted. “Oh my god I’m gonna cum.”

And that's when you stopped, taking his dick out of your mouth and getting up from the floor, hearing Mason complain. You walked and stopped behind him, bringing your lips to his neck and running your hands down his abdomen, reaching his hard cock and making calm movements, making Mason writhe in agony because all he wanted was to release himself.

“I wish you would suck me but I'd rather you fuck me” you whispered in his ear and Mason felt his whole body shiver with your voice, so you released the knot of his tie and Mason stood up quickly, pulling you into a hot kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned when you felt your nipples brush against his warm chest, and Mason walked over to pull you to the bed, but you stopped and held out the tie to him, lifting your arms. Mason's eyes lit up when he understood what you wanted.

“Tie me up” you said, and you almost smiled when you saw Mason’s smile. He tied you up quickly, but Mason glanced at the bed before you laid down.

“I'm going to tie your arms to the headboard” you agreed, and then you climbed onto the bed and crawled over there in your heels, sticking your ass out for Mason to look at.

“Oh Lord” he groaned as you turned over in bed and spread your legs with your arms up. He walked over to your side and tied your arms to the wooden headboard, and Mason quickly took off the underwear he was still wearing.

Mason opened a drawer next to you and took out a condom, and you bit your lip as you watched him put it on and climb into bed next. He held your legs around his hips and you wiggled, wanting him to penetrate you right away, but Mason smiled.

“Maybe it's my time to tease you” he murmured and rubbed the tip of his cock at your entrance, making you moan as he pulled out and did it again, teasing you without penetrating.

“Don’t you dare” you said angrily, but before you could say anything again Mason penetrated you all at once, making you moan loudly as he filled you completely. “Oh- this is so good.”

“Can I move?” you almost melted at the question, because even though Mason was so sexy, he was still concerned and kind.

“Yeah” Mason barely waited for you to respond before he started moving fast, and you rolled your eyes, unable to keep them open for long as Mason fucked you hard. “Yes… yes.”

“You’re so hot, this is so good” he groaned and you regretted the idea of tying you up because all you wanted to do was scratch his back until you left marks that would last for a week.

“Don’t stop” you begged, you had been horny for hours and it wouldn't be long before you came, just like Mason.

It was only a few minutes of Mason fucking you until you felt your body tingle, and you tried to pull your hands from your tie to grab something, but Mason laughed at your desperation and lowered his head to bite your nipple, making you scream as you came around his cock, feeling your pussy throb against him.

Mason pulled his tie and released you, and you quickly brought your hand to your tits, seeking another release as your orgasm exploded inside you.

You moaned his name a few times and Mason held your legs, fucking you wildly and all you could hear was the sound of his skin slapping against yours, and it didn't take long for Mason to cum and throw his head back as he spurted inside you.

Mason's cock was throbbing inside you, and you were so sensitive you could cry, but you pulled Mason's hand from your thigh to your clit, and Mason raised his eyebrows in confusion, because you came ten seconds ago.

“Trust me” you said, and then made circular motions with Mason's fingers on your sensitive clit, and you moaned loudly once more as you came for the second time in less than ten seconds. Mason moaned softly as your pussy squeezed his cock again, and you closed your eyes and relaxed against the soft pillows of his bed.

Mason pulled out of you and now you felt only emptiness as you tried to control your rapid breathing. A few seconds later Mason threw himself down next to you, and when you opened your eyes you saw him staring at the ceiling.

“I didn't know that was possible”

“What?”

“Making a woman cum twice in a row.”

“Then you have a lot to learn about women, my dear.”

Mason let out a low laugh and looked at you, and you just smiled at him but closed your eyes.

“Will you sleep here with me?”

“Not even in your dreams” you murmured. “I need to go home, my fiancé is waiting for me.”

Mason would have laughed at the joke if he hadn't noticed the serious tone in his voice.

“Your what?” he asked with his heart racing. What the fuck?

“My fiancé” you shrugged and Mason really thought you were psychopathic or sadistic at that moment.

“You’re kidding” he said, sitting on the bed.

“If he thinks he can cheat on me, I can cheat on him too. I'm not cheating, I'm taking revenge.”

Oh my God. Mason is dizzy.

“So you used me? Just like that?” he asked indignantly.

“No, I really wanted to have sex with you and it was great.”

“Y/n you’re crazy” he said and threw himself on the bed again, trying to relax and hoping that no man would show up at his house tomorrow to punch him.

“Sorry but I need to go” you said and pulled Mason, and he accepted and gave you one last kiss before you got out of bed to look for your clothes. God, you hadn't even taken off your heels.

“I'll take you home, you can't go alone at this time.”

“I don't want you to take me home, I don't mind going alone.”

“You sure?”

“Just sex and we won't see each other again, remember?”

“Yes, sure.”

Mason didn't know if he was more frustrated that you used him to get back at your fiancé or that he never wanted to see him again because he really wouldn't mind having sex with you again.

He was naked in bed as he watched the most beautiful woman he had ever seen put her clothes back on and act like she had never seen him. It seems the tables have turned for him, and not in a good way.

“Thank you for this night and I’m sorry about this” you said and walked closer, giving Mason one last kiss and not accepting when he offered to go down with you to wait for a taxi. “Don't tie other women up, it's not cool.”

“Yeah right, I can't do this anymore because I'll remember you” Mason rolled his eyes but smiled at you.

“At least I know I'm unforgettable. Bye Mason.”

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sinnabarmoth · 4 months ago

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Broken Promises

Pairing: Rafayel x fem|Reader

Summary: Reader thinks that her relationship with Rafayel is a fling, some casual fun. Rafayel does not. So when he catches her flirting with other guys he is intent on making sure she knows that he did not wait 800 years to be a second choice.

Content warnings: Adult language. Hate fucking. Vaginal fingering. P in V.

Length: 5k

“Thank you for another fine day of work, miss bodyguard.”

You picked your head up from Rafayel’s shoulder and glared at him.

“What’s that face for?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes and sat up, the blanket that had been covering you slipped down exposing your naked chest which Rafayel took no precautions in hiding his ogling. You grabbed his chin and forced his gaze back up to your face. “Do not start calling you tricking me into coming over as work. You know I thought you were in actual danger?”

He melted into your touch, resting his chin fully in your hand like an attention starved puppy. “I was in danger.”

“A teeny tiny spider is not dangerous.” You let him go, crossing your arms over your chest so his view was obstructed.

“Sure it is. Do you know how many tiny spiders are super venomous? Black widow. Brown recluse. Yellow sac spider.” he ticked them off one by one on his fingers.

“Mister fish facts has spider facts too. How fun.” You rolled out of bed and started grabbing your scattered clothes from the floor and pulling them back on. How the hell did your panties get on the lamp? Did he chuck them like he was pitching for the Linkon Lions?

“Do you have to leave?” Rafayel asked, sitting up to watch you move around the room.

“Sure I do. I have work in the morning.”

“I could take you to work in the morning.”

“And wear what? The clothes I was in when I rushed over here? No thanks.” You didn’t think Jenna would be happy to see you at work wearing your lilac sweats and fuzzy character socks.

“I could send someone to pick up an outfit from your house.”

You glanced at him as you pulled your shirt back on. “You are super clingy tonight. Something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong it’s just…” he was staring down at the rumpled sheets of the bed, smoothing out the creases around him, “you always leave so soon after.”

“Well unlike a certain artist, I have duties and errands to run and can’t spend all my day in bed or on the couch…or in the hot tub…or against the wall--”

“Yeah yeah, I get it. You have a million things more important than me.” he slumped back against the headboard. “I’ll just stay here and rot won’t I. Waiting for my bodyguard to come check on me when she feels like it. Who knows if I’ll be even still be alive when she deigns me worthy of her attention.”

“You are so dramatic. Remember that you tricked me into coming over here to squish a spider and then corralled me into the bedroom almost immediately after.” you plonked down on the bed next to him. “If you want me to come over cause you want to have sex then you can just say that. We’re both adults.”

“Takes all the romance out of it then.”

“Now you’re worried about being romantic?” you shook your head. “Will wonders never cease.”

His expression did not soften out of his pout. With a small sigh you scooted closer. “Hey, how about I stop by tomorrow to see you after work. Okay?”

He perked up at that. “Promise?”

“Yeah. I’ll buy us some chicken and we can put on a movie that we will probably abandon watching for some other fun.” You held out a pinky to him. “I promise.”

He looped his pinky finger around yours. “You made a vow. You can’t break it now.”

“You are racking up vows, aren’t you? First to never keep you waiting, now this. If this keeps up we’re gonna have to start writing down all the promises we make.” you teased and his face fell again. Oh no.

You gave a little tug on your intertwined fingers and pulled him closer, placing a quick kiss on his mouth. “There. A vow sealed with a kiss. Feel better?”

“Much.” he smiled softly at you. “See you tomorrow, cutie.”

~~~

The work day was a long and tedious one. You had spent nearly all day patrolling and ended up fighting a whole horde of Wanderers that had taken up in an abandoned warehouse. By the end of the day you were in desperate need of some relaxation and perhaps a stiff drink. So when Tara announced that everyone was going out for drinks after work to celebrate the impressive job you and the other hunters did on raiding the warehouse you were more than happy to come along.

You were two drinks deep and starting on a third. The stress of the day melted away, replaced with the warm fuzziness that was your buzz. Thank goodness it was the weekend so you didn’t need to worry about getting up early with the hangover you were working towards developing.

At some point a drinking game got started. There was a piece of paper that had every body’s name written on it. The point of the game was that if some flipped a coin and it landed on that person’s name they had to drink. If it landed on a blank space they got to write a rule until the paper was completely full.

Soon the paper was full of outlandish rules, each getting progressively more “creative” the longer you went on. It was your turn and you flipped the coin. You had been aiming for Nero’s name and ended up hitting the rule an inch below it. “Text the last person you messaged a bad selfie.”

You sighed but pulled out your phone and brought up the camera. You twisted your face into a funny and unflattering expression and went to your messages. You couldn’t remember the last person you texted and prayed it wasn’t someone embarrassing.

Please don’t be Zayne. Please don’t be Zayne. Please don’t be Zayne!

You let out a small breath of relief seeing that Zayne was not in fact at the top of your messages. Rafayel was. You opened the chat and sent the picture without any context.

You rolled your eyes at your co-worker’s laughter and resumed watching the others play the game. Yet, you could not focus entirely. It felt like you were forgetting something but you couldn’t remember what. Trying to think with your head awash in cocktails wasn’t exactly helping your memory. All your brain was coming up with was chickens.

Well, if you couldn’t remember it couldn’t have been that important.

You leaned over towards the person next to you, he was another hunter but you hadn’t spoken all that much since he wasn’t on Alpha Team. You weren’t sure of his name but maybe it was Jasper or Jordan. To be blunt there wasn’t anything remarkable about him but he did have a very nice face and a rather infectious laugh. His arm had been resting against the back of your chair but now settled on your shoulders.

“So,” you leaned closer to be heard over the music of the bar, “if you are a hunter I’m guessing you have a preference on which weapon you like using.”

“I do.” he said. “Do you want to know?”

“No. I’m gonna guess but first I need your hand.” you held your hand out for him.

“Okay.” he said with an easy smile and held his hand up. “Why?”

“Think of it as palm reading, but instead of telling your future I’m telling your preferred weapon.” you placed your palm against his. “Hmm, yes.” You nodded very seriously before linking your hands together. “It’s coming to me. With big strong hands like this, your preferred weapon is a claymore.”

He smirked at your flirting. “That is quite the talent you have. I do indeed prefer the claymore. After handling it for so long, throwing anything around whether it be light or heavy is a piece of cake.”

“I bet that comes in handy.”

“It sure does.” he tugged you closer. “It comes in very handy for many different…scenarios.”

You couldn’t tell if the heat in your face was from the drink or his implication but either way it made you feel tingly all over.

“So, what are you doing after this?” Jacob or Jasper asked, his face a mere breath away from yours.

You were yanked back so hard you almost tipped out of your chair completely. You scrambled to see who had grabbed you and saw Rafayel standing above you, a fistful of the back of your shirt in his hand. “You broke your promise.”

~~~

Rafayel had felt something was wrong when his alarm went off that told him your shift had ended and he didn’t hear anything from you. Then a half hour had passed and there had still been no word from you. Maybe you had gone home to change. He tried texting you but had gotten no response. Your battery was low, surely. That’s why you hadn’t texted back.

After an hour he had started pacing, more excuses for your absence filtering through his brain. You could have been picking up the chicken like you said and there was a long line. That had to be it.

Two hours went by. Was there traffic?

Three hours. Maybe there was a Wanderer attack. Were you okay?

He was about ready to go out looking for you when a message came through his phone. It was from you! He opened it expecting any number of excuses and apologies but instead it was just a picture. You were at some bar and were making a very stupid face at the camera. That wasn’t what had caught his attention though. It was the arm that was wrapped around you oh so casually. The pig it was attached to was leering at you in the top left corner of the shot.

Rafayel felt many emotions shoot through him in the span of five seconds of seeing your message. Relief. Confusion. Dejection. Anger. Then pure hot resentment.

You had broken your promise to him to go out to a bar with this scumbag that touched you so casually? No. This would not stand. He was going to go get you. He had to study the picture a bit more to figure out which bar you were at. Thankfully there was a cocktail napkin printed with the bar name on it within the shot.

He sped over as fast as he could and burst into the bar. His gaze swept over the bustling room until he saw a large group sitting near the back. You were among them and that pig from the picture was right next to you, his hand laced with yours and hunger in his eyes. He waited to see you pull away, to tell him to fuck off but you didn’t. You leaned in closer, batting your eyelashes and smiling at him in that way that teasing smirk that drew Rafayel crazy. That was meant for him! Why were you flirting with someone else! Why!

He had charged forward as your faces drew closer. No. He would not see you kiss someone else! He would not suffer that indignity tonight as well!

He grabbed the back of our shirt and pulled you swiftly away from the man. The thundering of his heart was pounding in his ears. “You broke your promise.” he seethed.

You blinked and he could see your brain trying to catch up. “Raf--what are--why are you here? Let go of me!”

“Not a chance.” he grabbed you underneath the armpits and pulled you out of your chair. “You have had enough to drink. We are going home.”

“Hey!” the pig stood up. “Who do you think you are? You can’t just take her.”

“She’s my girlfriend and she’s wasted, so I think I am more than justified in getting her out of this dive.” Rafayel started to drag you away. “Come on.”

He dragged you out to the car despite your protests and shoved you into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt for you. Once you were in the car a lot of the fight went out of you. He shoved a water bottle at you and told you to drink as much as you could. When you didn’t oblige he stayed glaring at you until you had swallowed the whole thing. Then he pulled out another and told you to keep drinking. “I need you sober. So keep hydrating.”

By the time Rafayel had gotten back to his house you had drank another full bottle of water and the glassy sheen of drunkenness was ebbing away. The anger and pain his chest was still boiling but he kept his mouth clamped shut until you were inside.

For what felt like forever you stood in the foyer, looking everywhere but at him and not saying a word. When you dared to meet his gaze again he noticed you flinch as guilt shot through you. “Raf, I’m sorry. I had a really stressful day at work and I completely forgot about our chicken and movie plans. I swear I will make it up to you tomorrow--”

“Who the fuck was he?” Rafayel cut you off.

You paused your stammering and stared at him, brows knit in confusion. “What? Who?”

“That pig that was hanging off of you at the bar. Who is he?” he demanded.

“What does that have to do--”

“Answer the question!”

You snapped to attention, shock and indignation sharpening your features. “You do not talk to me like that! I know you’re pissed that I forgot our plans but you do not yell at me like that. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Rafayel felt like laughing. Laugh like he was mad. “I want to know why you were flirting with someone else. Did you even realize that he was two seconds from kissing you?”

“Uh yeah? That was kinda the whole point of us flirting. Why are you getting so worked up about this?” you settled your hands on your hips. “Do you know what everyone is going to think now that you announced to all my co-workers that you are my boyfriend? No one is gonna want to get anywhere near me now. Thanks for that.”

“Is that what you want? To be with other people?”

“Wait. I’m confused. When did we ever establish that we were exclusive? I thought this was casual. Why are you being so possessive all of a sudden?” you asked.

“Because you are mine!” he shouted. He charged forward caging you against the wall. “This is not something casual to me and it shouldn’t be for you either! You are mine and mine alone I will be damned if I see someone else lay hands on what belongs to me.”

“Raf, where is all this coming from all of a sudden? Did you really think that we were in some serious arrangement?”

“You promised.” he repeated, angry tears threatening to spill.

“I know. I know. I promised to come over but I told you that I forgot--”

“No. You promised. You always promise. You keep making promises to me and you keep on breaking them! For eight hundred years you’ve been breaking your promises and I am tired of it! No more! You do not get to break my heart any more!” he seized you by the arms, staring into your eyes, willing something to unlock in your mind.

“Why do you never remember?” he said, his voice quieting. “Why do you keep breaking your promises?”

“What are you talking about? Eight hundred years? I don’t know what it is you are upset about. Did the coral finally get to your head now too?”

“For fuck’s sake.” Rafayel couldn’t take this anymore. He slammed his lips to yours, forcing your lips apart and pushing his tongue into your mouth. He did not yield until your tense body melted into his arms and you started to kiss him back.

He pulled back, breathing heavily. “Eight hundred years.” he muttered. “I know you don’t remember but I am going to make you. I am going to remind you in one way or another that you have always been mine. That you will only ever be mine. If I cannot make your mind remember then I will emblazon it on your body, etch my name into your bones so you never forget again.”

“Rafayel, why--”

“Yes or no?” he said, desperate to claim you but refused to move without your consent. “That’s all I need.”

“Are you going to talk to me about what the fuck is going on in that head of yours?” you snapped, impatience stoking you back into a rage.

Yes. Be angry. Be vengeful. But be mine.

“After.” his hands moved to your hips, pressing your body against his. “Now yes or no?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

His lips were back on yours, pouring all the frustration and desire he had into it. Mine. He thought. Only mine.

You started to slump as your knees buckled and he pulled back, keeping his arms locked around you as you made your way deeper into the studio. There was a fire roiling through his blood and it screamed at him to make you his. He didn’t have the patience to take you to the bedroom and instead tossed you onto the couch when it came into view.

He hovered above you and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to look at him. Your lips were parted and panting slightly, eyes wide with rage and lust and defiance. By the tides he loved it. He loved everything about you. If only you would say the same of him.

He kissed you again until you were breathless. There was still a taste of alcohol on your tongue. It tasted like rum and oranges, the sear and tang of summer overwhelming his senses with every swipe of your tongue against his. He wanted to get drunk off the taste. Wanted nothing else but reminders of you. Your taste, your scent, your warmth.

He left your swollen lips to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking dark bruises onto the sensitive flesh. A gasp left your mouth as his teeth sunk down above your pulse. You had always been so adamant about not leaving marks where other people could see them. Well no more. Everyone would know you were spoken for. No one would be able to question who you belonged to ever again. You included.

His free hand fumbled for the buttons of your shirt before impatience took over and he ripped it open instead. Buttons popped from their seams and flew off in different directions as your body was finally exposed to him.

“Hey! This is a work shirt!” you huffed, picking at one of the buttons that still held onto the shirt by a stretched thread.

“I’ll buy you another.” he slid the ruined shirt off and continued the descent of his mouth down your chest. “If you don’t want the rest of your clothes to meet the same fate, I’d advise in taking them off quickly.”

“Raf--”

“You have ten seconds. Be quick.” he stood up and started counting down.

It took you a moment to catch on that he was not indeed joking and to spare your clothes from decimation you quickly untied and tugged off your boots and were trying your best to shimmy out of your pants. Rafayel also began to shrug out of clothes, not as panicked as you were as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off over his head. By the time he got to zero you had just managed to kick your pants off and were reaching for the clasp of your bra.

“Too slow.” he pinned you back against the couch his knee slotting in the spaced between your legs, pressing close to your clothed cunt. You tried to stifle it but he heard the low whine of arousal that hummed in your throat. He pressed knee closer, letting you grind on it. He could feel wet you were getting. The evidence of your arousal soaking through your panties and wetting his pants.

He reached around behind your back and undid the clasp that held your bra in place and tore it off. You were lost in your own little world, grinding against his leg like an animal in heat. Your sweet moans filled the air as his hands cupped your breasts an tweaked your nipples into hard peaks. So sweet. So beautiful. And all of it his. At least, it should have been. The idea that someone out there possibly had seen this version of you, had driven you into this state made his blood boil. Who else had you been with when you weren’t with him? Had you ever left him and gone off to be with someone else? Did you moan for them like you did for him? Did you speak such filthy and beautiful words in their ears like you did with him? How many others had been tasting your lips after him?

“How long?” he asked, eyes trained on your face.

Your eyes which had been closed in ecstasy cracked open again. “What?” you breathed out.

“How long have you been flirting with others?” he said and your eyes widened. “Answer me.”

“I thought you said we were going to talk about this after.” you said. “Why--ah!” he gave a sharp squeeze to your breast.

“Answer the question.”

“I--I don’t know.” your hips kept moving, kept pushing yourself closer to the sweet release your body craved. You were getting close, he could tell.

“Yes you do. Now answer. Have you been flirting with others the entire time we’ve been together?”

“Raf--”

He pulled back, leaving you cold and panting against the couch, your precious orgasm right out of reach. “Answer or this ends now.”

“Yes.” you answered, your voice quiet. “I guess you could say it was happening the entire time, even before we met.”

Icy dread so cold it felt like burning coursed through him. He pushed you down so you were sprawled across the cushions of the couch. His hand pushed against the soaked materials of your panties, teasing your clit through the cotton.

“And how many touched you like this, hm?” he rubbed your clit harder. “How many of them did you fuck?”

“None of them. I promise. I didn’t sleep with anyone else.” That was a small relief. Your body had remained his, but what of your heart?

He pushed the material aside and plunged two fingers into your weeping hole. “And why not?” he continued, stretching your walls and curling his fingers in the way he knew drove you mad with want. “You had no problem flirting with them. Letting them touch you, letting them kiss you. Why not give your body over completely? Is that where your conscience kicked in? Remembered you already had someone when things got that far, did you?”

“Didn’t--didn’t--” you were struggling to form words, “Didn’t like them that much.”

“So if you liked them more you’d let them touch you like this?” his thumb pressed against your swollen clit, adding to the sensations you were already feeling. “You’d let them put their fingers in you, touch your most sensitive spots, let them taste how sweet your arousal is? All it would take is a few more sweet words and you’d let them fuck you. Drive their dick into you like they own it, own you. Is that what you’re saying.”

“No. No--fuck! Raf, I never wanted to fuck any of them.” your words kept wavering as he kept you dancing just out of reach of release. “I promise.”

There was that word again. Promise.

“Your promises mean nothing anymore. You’ve proven that.” his pace got faster and your legs squirmed and kicked as your orgasm raced forward with frightening speed. “Why should I believe you this time?”

It was as if his words had ignited something hot in you The wanton need and delirium of pleasure snapped and you surged up as your pussy clamped down hard on his fingers, arousal gushing from your hole as you came. You had grabbed him by the shoulders and forced your mouth against his, kissing him hungrily. You kept pushing, forcing him down against the couch, trapping him under you just as he had done.

You pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth as you withdrew. The momentary bliss was gone when he saw the rage written across your face. You sat straddled across him, chest heaving in the aftermath of your orgasm. You hastily unbuckled his belt and were shoving his pants further down his hips so his cock was free from their confines. “Now listen here and listen well you prima donna!” you growled, teasing the wet tip of his cock in your hand. “You are going to believe me when I say this: I never wanted to fuck any of the people I flirted with. That’s all it ever was, flirting. If you wanted us to be something more serious you should have fucking said so sooner!”

His nostrils flared as you worked over the hard flesh of his erection. He tried to grab you but you smacked his hands away. “You do not get to be angry at me for treating what we have as something casual cause that is all you have ever treated it as too.”

“It was never casual for me!” he snapped back. You gave a hard squeeze and his head fell back. “Fuck--that’s not fair.”

“Neither were your methods.” you reminded him. “Now, you said you wanted to etch your name onto my bones so I never forgot you. Well that is a two way street, you know. If you want to sear yourself into my memory then I get to do the same to you.”

“Trust me,” he said, eyes dark with desire, “You already are.”

You sat back, angling yourself as you lowered yourself onto him. You watched his gaze slide from your face down to where you were connected, watching his cock sink in and out of you. You rode him hard, pulling up till only the tip remained inside before slamming back down on him again. He steadied you by holding your thighs, pushing them wider when he wanted you to sink down deeper on him.

It didn’t matter how many times you had sex. Every time he had you like this it felt like he was in some amazing dream he did not want to wake up from. But you were no dream. You were real. So breathtakingly and heartbreakingly real. And you were with him, wanting him, riding him, eyes begging him and only him for pleasure and release no one else could come close to giving you.

His hips moved to thrust up into you, needing more. Needing to mark you in a way that you never forgot in this life or the next or the one another eight hundred years from now.

Your thrusts got shallower and faster as he hit some wonderful spot in your pussy that had you seeing stars. Your legs were shaking and started to lose their rhythm. Your body collapsed forward, laying on top of him. He kept hold of your ass, forcing your hips to keep moving as you moaned and panted, nails scratching down his chest.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Raf! Raf!” you started squirming again, release so close you could taste it. At least, that’s what he figured with your tongue hanging out of your mouth. He craned his neck to taste it, pull your mouth onto his and made you swallow his own moans.

Your pussy was so hot and wet and it was squeezing the life out of him. He never wanted to leave. He wanted to mount the pair of you on a pedestal in this embrace, immortalized in shining marble. Scholars and lovers would come from all over the galaxy to study the love and lust your coupling represented. Women would desire to be you and men would envy him for having claimed something so perfect as his own. But none would know just how good you were. How your lips felt pressed against their own, what your arousal tasted like, or what little things turned you into a screaming moaning mess. This was all his to know and no one else.

“Let go.” he murmured against your lips, “I know you want to come. Go ahead, let go and come for me. Oh fuck please! Be a good girl and come all over me. Please!” he stressed. He felt himself about to blow but he’d be damned if he left you behind.

“Raf! Raf! Fuck Raf! Want to! Want to come!” Tears were leaking out of your eyes. “Want to be yours. Want to--want to--fuck! Make me! Make me yours!”

“Yes. Be mine! Be mine! Be only mine!” He crushed your mouth back against his. He wedged one hand between you and found your swollen and neglected clit, rubbing it gracelessly to give you that final little push you needed.

“Ah!” your voice pitched an octave.

“Keep your eyes open.” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Look at me when you come. Look at me!”

You forced your eyes open despite the pleasure wracking your body telling you to close them. “Raf…ay…el…” his name was but a struggled whisper before your cunt clamped down around him and the tremors of your body seized as you were thrown into your orgasm.

Rafayel followed shortly behind, his eyes never leaving yours as the tides of pleasure washed in and out and away. The shaking of your body stilled and you stayed flush against him, chests heaving and hearts hammering as the adrenaline wore off.

After several long minutes of silence you spoke again in a quiet voice, devoid of any malice. “Rafayel?”

He almost wished you hadn’t said anything. He didn’t want to ruin this peaceful moment. But you probably had questions. “What is it?”

“You said it was never casual for you.” you traced patterns across his chest. “What did you mean?”

“Exactly what I said.” he tilted your chin up to look at him. “After eight hundred years of waiting I finally have you back and you think I was going to want anything less than all of you?”

“Again with this eight hundred years thing.” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I get that you’re older than you look but I am not eight hundred years old, Rafayel. If you are projecting some lost love onto me--”

“It’s not projection. It is you. It has only ever been and only ever will be you.” he could see the war in your eyes, trying to reconcile what he was saying.

He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart. “We promised. I know you don’t remember but I do. We made a vow and you cannot break it. We are bonded, always have been, always will be.”

“Do…” you took a shaky breath, “Do you love me?”

“It is a tragedy you even have to ask.” he cupped your cheek. “But yes, I do. And I will do anything to make sure you stay mine.”

“Well,” you cleared your throat, snuggling against him further. “I think you definitely staked your claim. But even if I am this same person from eight hundred years ago, what makes you think me and her are in any way the same? Do you want me to be more like her or something? Just how far is this going to go?”

“I never want you to be anything less than who you are. You don’t have to be her because there is no her to be. I just want you in whatever way you come.” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Okay?”

“Okay.” you smiled. “And I promise, really actually promise, that I will not flirt with anyone that is not you.”

“Because you love me?” he teased with a dopey smile.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah. Because I love you.”

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A/N: Hi, so this was my first foray into fanfic for this particular fandom. As it is I'm still fairly new so a lot of my characterization is based off of limited knowledge and vibes. That being said I hope you liked it and if you have other prompts for me whether they be angsty, spicy, or fluffy I'd be glad to have a crack at them. Love ya!

#this got out of hand so fast #love and deepspace #lads mc #lads rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel x mc #letterbox prompt

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after-witch · 2 years ago

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With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: You were lying to yourself if you claimed to think Mahito would be satisfied with kisses and late-night snuggles on the couch.

Word count: 1220ish

Notes: yandere, possessiveness, implied dubcon, talks of virginity, self-blame for unwanted advances, Mahito in general

Mahito steps forward, and you’re trapped between the unusual coolness of his body and your bedroom wall. One of your posters--some sun-faded thing leftover from your school years--crinkles against your back. You hope it doesn’t rip, and then you’re back to worrying about more important things.

Like the fact that Mahito wants you to have sex. Tonight. Today. Right now.

“It’s just--I’m not ready,” you say, lips dry, stammering stupidly. “I’m a--I mean, I’ve never… I haven’t…”

Mahito quirks his head, and then grins, all teeth and salaciousness. “Oh-hh. You’re a virgin, then?” When you don’t answer, he pokes the end of your nose with a finger. “I read about it. It doesn’t matter to me. Humans attach importance to silly things, don’t they?”

Something like humiliation and hurt puffs up in you. He doesn’t take anything seriously, at least not when it comes to you. It’s never bothered you too much. It was part of the charm, the game, of being with someone like him.

But this is… different. Isn’t it? And it bothers you, deep down, even though you really forfeited all rights to any sort of normal relationship expectations the moment you willingly kissed a literal curse.

“It’s not silly.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you think back to fumbled romances from before Mahito. Awkward make-out sessions on the couch that always ended in you telling your dates that you weren’t ready to go that far, and they either smoothly accepted it and got their time’s worth with sloppy kisses and gropes or got the hell out of dodge, and you’re not sure which was more hurtful in the end.

And then came Mahito. And he was different. And a curse. And you were in something-like-a-relationship with him, but you didn’t know what to call it when the person you were seeing couldn’t be seen by anyone around you and he tortured people (to death, or not, and you definitely knew which one was worse in that case) for fun and “science” and you, sick and selfish thing, still loved the way he pressed kisses up your neck to feel your heartbeat or yanked your bottoms down to taste what was underneath or simply held you all night while you watched movies.

And now he wants to push you down onto your bed and fuck you, and you don’t know what to do or say. You don’t want it, but you knew it was coming, like it always does in any relationship. Was it any wonder that it came, too, in this one?

Mahito puffs air in your face and you flinch, startled out of your thoughts.

“Where’d you go, hmm?” You feel his fingers on your chin and you know what’s coming when one of them slides along your lips. One of Mahito’s fingers hooks onto the side of your mouth, and if you weren’t used to him playing around with your body like it was a lump of clay, it would have bothered you. Instead you wonder when he last washed his hands, even as he stretches your lip upward, a mockery of a half-smile.

“Humans are silly. You’re silly,” he says, all matter-of-fact. Then he sighs, put-off or tired or just pretending to be in order to make himself more palatable, more humanesque, to you. You can never tell with him, and that’s part of the thrill. “Is it because you…”

He releases your lips and taps his chin, putting on a show as he thinks for a moment, digging out information from whatever well of knowledge he stores things in. He normally pulls out trivia about humanity that would be better suited to some sort of criminology class. But today it’s something far less morbid, though hardly any less anxiety-inducing.

“Are you saving yourself for marriage? Is that why you don’t want to have sex?”

Your cheeks feel impossibly hot.

You shake your head, looking down, unable to look at him. He never has a problem staring at you for what always feels like a terribly long time. Sometimes he does it so you’ll give him the answer he wants. Other times, it’s to study you--or that’s what you think, anyway.

Mahito pouts. “Oh. Darn. I was thinking we might have a wedding, if that was the case. I’ve always admired those pretty dresses in the windows.” He sighs again. “Probably couldn’t invite him, though, anyway. He wouldn’t approve.” He smiles again, bright and peppy, all imitations of tiredness tossed aside like an old coat. “Did you know he wanted me to kill you the first time I brought you up?”

You nod, because Mahito has had no problem telling you that his companions think he should have killed you a long time ago, and sometimes he thinks about it. But then he remembers how much fun you have together, so he puts it off for another day.

And the thought hits you like lead: If you won’t have sex with him, will he kill you? Will refusing make you too annoying or boring to put up with? Or is it better to say no and keep up the chase, make him fight for you? It was almost dizzying, the way relationship games became serious with Mahito around. A regular guy might just break up with you. Mahito might just break your neck.

“Then… oh!” His expression brightens and he looks so sweet like this that you can almost forget what he is and what you’re doing with him. Almost. “You’re worried about the pain.” He nods, a mockery of sage wisdom. “I’ve read about that, too. He tilts his head back a little. “In novels. It’s cute…”

“You’re cute,” he says, and that’s a good sign--right?--because it means he still wants you. And you’re at least another step farther from being turned into some awful experiment in a sewer.

His lips press against your ear, and his voice is too close and he’s too close, but you signed up for this when you let him in your life, didn’t you? You let him hold you and kiss you and if you didn’t think he’d eventually want more, you were lying to yourself.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, and it does nothing but make you worry more. “I’ll be gentle.”

The most awful thing of all is that you can't tell if he's being genuine or not.

He grins, a sticky smile that oozes an awful dark pressure that makes your stomach clench. It would be better, you think, to do what he wants. Since he seems to want it so much. And… you should be flattered, if anything. Right? Be flattered. Be grateful. Appreciate that some all-powerful curse wants to press you into a mattress and have sex with your body and pull out your mewls and moans like he’s done before, albeit in a far less intimidating fashion.

Mahito presses a chaste kiss to the end of your nose, then pulls back to examine your expression.

“That’s what I’m supposed to say, isn’t it?” His fingers card through your hair up your scalp, scratching just a little too hard to feel nice. “So you don’t fight as much?”

You swallow, and your throat is so tight that your spit might as well be needles.

Mahito, not wanting for an answer, presses his hands against your shoulder and pushes you harder against the wall as he moves in for a hungry kiss. Behind you, the poster rips.

#mahito x reader #yandere mahito #yandere jujutsu kaisen #afterwitch writes #this is what I mean when I say i have no idea what's coming when lol #wrote this tonight since I can't get that dialogue outta my head

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actuallysaiyan · 1 month ago

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21 with toshi as the rusty one maybe 👀

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, virginty loss, alcohol mention, oral sex(fem receiving)| dividers: @/adornedwithlight

He was dreading this. Valentine’s day was coming and he didn’t have a date…once again. It didn’t matter all that much to him when he was the Number One, but now that he was retired and just teaching, he was starting to see how it would be nice to have a Valentine’s date.

Yet, he was so fucking rusty with dating and intimacy and romance. How would he even be able to woo someone if he didn’t know the first thing about romance? The last time he was even close to someone like this was when he was in America and he and Dave had a few dates or that Dave would set him up with a few friends.

Toshinori was at a loss. Who could he even ask to help him out with something like this? Just the thought of asking for help makes him feel so woozy and ashamed. Here he was, in his late fifties, going to ask one of his colleagues for some help on how to date.

When you walked into the teacher’s lounge, you noticed just how concerned he looked. You sit down next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. Toshinori jumps in surprise and he gives you a very shy smile.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Toshinori coughs and laughs nervously. “Nothing important.”

“Nonsense! Come now, you can tell me.”

You finally coax it out of him. He’s blushing and looking away ashamed as he explains to you his predicament. You beam at the idea of being able to help your older colleague on how to woo someone.

“Let’s go on a date then, yeah?!”

He’s blushing even more. “N-no, we don’t need to. I’m sure you have someone to go with on Valentine’s day.”

You giggle. “Nah, nobody asked me. It would be fun to go with you.”

Though you’re both super nervous about everything, the date goes off without a stitch. It’s so sweet and fun. Toshinori does his best to woo you. And he surprises you with his dance moves on the dancefloor. You have a few drinks in you, making you feel a little more lustful for the older man.

By the time it’s last call, he’s walking you home. You’re wondering how someone like him could even be considered rusty in love. He’s very charming and so damn sexy. Though you’re sure he probably doesn’t even consider himself to be either of those things.

“Wanna come inside?” You ask, a little tipsy at this point. “Don’t I have to give you pointers on intimacy now?”

He shakes his head. “No, no please…the date was enough.”

But you grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him hungrily. Your true feelings were spilling out and Toshinori realized that he might be way in over his head. Not because the affection wasn’t welcomed, but because he was quite taken with you. If he continued this, he knew he’d be falling even harder for you.

When you pull him into your bedroom, he kisses you this time. He’s trying to take the lead, but it’s hard. He feels so clumsy with his long limbs and big hands. It’s almost like you’re too tiny for him, but you certainly aren’t complaining one bit.

He crawls on top of you, kissing you deeply. His tongue slides into your mouth, which surprises you both. It feels good to just make out and grind against one another like two horny teenagers trying to figure out how sex works. When you pull away, there’s a string of saliva connecting you both.

“I’ve got condoms in the drawer,” you point to the bedside table. “Not sure if I have your size though.”

This makes the older man blush. “What…what do you mean?”

You reach down to grab onto his bulge and you palm him through his dress pants. Toshinori growls excitedly as you touch him like this. He looks into the drawer for the condoms, but as expected, they aren’t his size.

“Looks like you’ll just have to go in raw.”

This excites him like nothing else. With renewed passion, Toshinori undresses you and spreads your thighs. He devours you like a starved man, making you come undone so beautifully under him. He could watch you come over and over and he swears he’d never get sick of it.

Once he’s balls deep inside of you, he surprises you once more with his stamina and strength. For a man who was tipping more towards the GILF terrirory, he was rocking your world. You cling to him as he pounds himself into you. And when you’re spent and his orgasm hits him hard, he pulls out and spills all over your mound. You’ve never seen someone come this much before.

“Heh,” you breathe out as you lay on his chest after he helped you clean up. “You sure you were really rusty?”

He bashfully looks at you. “I haven’t…that was my first…”

Your eyes widen. Did you just deflower the former Number One hero?

#bacon.writes #toshinori x reader #toshinori x you #toshinori yagi x reader #toshinori yagi x you #all might x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #yagi toshinori x you #mha toshinori #bnha toshinori #8k followers event

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kingkat12 · 4 months ago

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so... this is the deleted original ending to the first chapter of seven minutes in heaven. made centuries ago. enjoy!!

(it sorta starts in the middle of the closet scene, so here goes nothing)

WARNINGS: SMUT! SMUT! ROMAN BEING AN ASSHOLE! mind control powers being used for BAD bad bad BAD things!! implied mind control during sex so is it dub-con?, dark!Roman, not-so-happy-ending

word count: 1,811

a/n: there was a reason this version was scrapped... it felt too dark and not fun and urgh i'm simply posting this as an ancient artifact lol. it might suck as i wrote this back in august, but oh well!!!

(Roman is NOT a feminist in this one, so... irony<333 generalizing cunt)

"And I reckon this is your first time playing?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, no longer meeting his gaze. I couldn't look at him, not right not, not when we were this close and alone.

"So..." Roman ran his fingers through his hair, the usual smirk returning. "You know what usually happens in here, or...?"

I rolled my eyes; "I'm not an idiot,"

"I know," Roman's voice got lower, breathier, and he took a step closer. There wasn't much room for more steps, actually— it was getting rather cramped up at this point. "But if there's anything you've wanted to try out, now's the time."

My breath hitched, hoping the thumping of my heart wasn't audible to him.

It was almost as though Roman could sense how nervous I was; he bent down a little, getting on my level before he whispered; "I won't tell Letha,"

Feeling his hot breath against my skin, how dangerously close he was, was almost too much for me. The way he said it made me even more conscious of what was happening; I hadn't even told Letha how crazy I was about Roman, and I knew she'd be against it.

However... I was being served my biggest dream on a platter. Maybe if I got this bit over with, my feelings would subside and go back to being purely hateful again?

I mustered up the courage, letting out a shaky breath before I opened my mouth to speak; "Could you maybe... kiss me?" My words came out barely louder than a whisper. "I've just had a really shitty night."

Roman's expression remained unchanged. "I'm sorry to hear that,"

"... No, you're not,"

"Okay, you might be right," He let out a soft laugh against my lips, and my eyes quickly darted down to his hands to check if he wasn't holding a needle or no. That was when I knew my anxiety was through the roof. "So... you want a kiss? That's all?"

This was too nerve-wracking. I kept imagining that he would say no, that he would reject me somehow and make me the only girl at school he wouldn't want to do anything with— that would definitely make me hate him even more. In a flash moment of weakness (which I later blamed the alcohol for), I sighed; "Just... could you? Or am I asking for too much?"

Something about Roman's expression changed— he seemed to realize what it was that I was actually asking of him. Not to make out, not to drown in one another, but the simplest of all things romance; affection. Something gentle, something sweet, just to check if he had a sliver of anything resembling that in his system.

"You like me, don't you?" Roman whispered, nudging his nose against mine, eyes rounding out as he heard my breath hitch at the simple gesture. "This is what all of this has been about?"

I closed my eyes, revelling in the feeling. It was the smallest thing, yet it was a comfort in the midst of the conversation. "All of what?"

"Your anger," Roman let out a sigh, connecting our foreheads, closing his eyes as well. "You can't stand that you like me, can you?"

For some reason, I felt the urge to cry overcome me— I spent a few seconds pressing down the stream of tears that threatened to surface. Having someone say it out loud felt like a desperately needed release. "It's been a nightmare,"

Roman stilled, eventually letting out a hum which sent a shiver down my spine. "You know nothing about nightmares," he breathed against my lips. "If I tell Letha we fucked in here, you'll be living through your worst one."

I shouldn't have been so shocked— I should've expected this. I should've known that Roman would spin this around on me. I definitely knew he wouldn't reciprocate, but this? What was it, revenge?

"I could make your every waking moment a living hell," he continued, his cold hands suddenly travelling up my body, gripping my waist with a grip I was afraid would bruise. "Letha would take my side, of course... Who else do you have but her, hm?"

I wanted to break out into tears, now grabbing at his hands. Almost panicked, I tried to get him off of me, but to no avail. "I'll leave you alone," I pleaded, finding his eyes.

"Nah, that's not what I want," I could see the sadistic satisfaction overcome him— I saw how he broke out into a wide grin at the sight of my glossy eyes. "How about we make a deal?"

Making a deal with the devil reincarnated? Very smart move, on my part. Fucking genius. "Okay?"

Roman hummed, his harsh grip around my waist releasing, allowing me to finally suck in a heave of air. Catching me off guard, he suddenly pressed his lips against my forehead with the softest touch I had ever felt— was he trying to throw me off course?

"Start being nice..." Roman murmured, his now hands drawing soothing circles onto my back. "And I will reward you."

I let out a shaky breath; I was thankful that the agreement didn't involve any needles. "... That's all?"

"That's all," Roman echoed, pulling away to watch my expression. "You and your mouth have been making my life hell, do you know that? So if you can calm the fuck down, we could both get what we want. How does that sounds?"

I wasn't completely sold. "And what is it that you think I want?"

Roman's eyes darkened; he knew he had won. "Me,"

Oh, how I hated him. I hated him, and I knew I always would. But as his lips ghosted over mine, seconds away from touching, I didn't stand a chance anymore when the following words sounded past his plush lips; "I have a feeling I might have to put you in your place a little, hm? Maybe you'd even want that? Because honestly, I know girls like you... You fight until your last breath, then you're completely in denial, and then you'll fall apart the minute you get what you've always wanted,"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this... me?

"And you've always wanted to be one of my girls, haven't you?" Roman leaned down, pressing a deadly soft kiss against my cheek which nearly took my breath away; I could feel him smirk against my skin. "Or maybe... the only one?"

At this point, I felt so broken down that I gave in to a nod.

Roman's hand slowly ghosted up my body until his fingers gently wrapped around my neck, holding me in place, almost as though he feared I would run; "I can arrange that, y'know?"

This conversation had unlocked a deep, dark part of me that I didn't know I had— like this, completely at his mercy, I had a feeling I was made to be his. Brainwashed. That I was put on this earth to find him and be with him, and that we were destined to be together. It made me feel so weak and pathetic that my lower lip eventually gave in to a quiver, feeling a sob build.

Roman let go of my neck, stroking his fingers through my hair. "Shh, no need for that... You're fine, you're okay. It's just me."

Just me. Just Roman. He who that had haunted my dreams for months, the only one I could think of when I got myself off, and the one I had been longing for from afar for so long that it turned into burning hate.

Roman must've felt like he was done torturing me, finally meeting my lips with the most gentle kiss I had ever shared. This was all I had ever wanted— he was right. My heart beat hard in my chest as I let myself melt against his dangerously soft lips.

I wanted to be his, no matter the cost. No matter what happened or what I had to sacrifice.

I loved Roman Godfrey.

... and I was sure of it now.

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Yes— This was right.

Of course.

I loved him.

I loved him, I loved him, God, how I loved him. With every fibre of my being, I loved him.

I loved the feeling of his body against mine, corrupting my mind until I was nothing but mindless. A small part of me also loved that it was our little secret, and ours only.

Letha didn't have a clue, of course— I had kept my act up quite well when I was around her. I had kept it up around everyone else as well, but the anger that was ravaging through my system, the hate that was burning me up from inside was currently being mended by one thing and one thing only;

"A-Aah—"

My fingers tangled into Roman's hair, feeling his bruising grip around my hips tighten as he fucked me into my mattress. I let out a small cry, feeling my legs starting to go numb after how long they had been thrown over his broad shoulders. Deep down, I didn't care— nothing could put out the angry fire in my soul like Roman did. Nothing was a better remedy than feeling his cock inside me, no matter what, when, or where.

I let out a gasp as Roman shifted, pulling me into his lap with ease. I couldn't feel my legs now, and I had a sense that he knew— he barely had to put any strength into moving me around, especially with how he was towering over me in general.

I let out a gasp as he sunk me down on his length, and I gripped his shoulders with a short squeak for support. Heavy breaths escaped my parted lips as I clung to him, whimpering at the feeling of his thick cock stroking my insides.

Roman seemed beyond content, gazing up at me with half-lidded eyes. He revelled in the sight of how ruined I was before he attached his soft lips to my collarbone to bring forth a hickey, humming. That was the one place we both knew Letha wouldn't see it, after all.

It was impossible not to submit to the devil reincarnated when sex could feel this good with him. It didn't matter that I had practically sold my soul for this, because every second, every stroke of his cock, was worth it.

"You're heaven," he murmured, lifting my hips and pushing himself further into me, taking more control. "You feel so... shit, this is heaven—"

Ironic.

And just as I felt my climax approaching, flashes of thoughts I had suppressed came crashing forward. No matter how nice all of this felt, I couldn't help but wonder how I had even agreed to any of this in the first place. But it wasn't like he had mind control powers, right? It wasn't like this was some sadistic ploy to seek revenge against all the times I had been a complete and utter bitch to him.

No— it couldn't be. Don't be ridiculous.

... Right?

#roman godfrey #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #fanfiction #oneshot #roman godfrey x reader #bill skarsgard #fanfic #x reader #let's just say i'm happy i stuck w the original ending lol #i wrote this in the back of a car during a roadtrip and i felt angsty #that is so funny actually

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castleofclouds · 6 months ago

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ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Nct Dream Alternative Universe OT7.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ pairings ; ot7 × reader (yn)

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ disclaimer ; fiction, cursing, 18+ content, kms joke and many more.

Story are by © castleofclouds, do not copy or repost without watermark!

‧₊˚ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖‧₊˚ ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖‧₊˚ ࣪﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪sumarry : your life was peaceful until your stupid friends start giving you ideas of making thread about ur exes, stirring a whole new problems for you, suddenly one by one of your past start running back to you and opening old books of you and them, how do you act in this situation?

genre : gotta be fluff! texts (sometimes smau) angsty, slowburn, romance, humor, mention of 18+ content.

tag : @bluedbliss, @luvandletter, @1daily2lele7,

To All The Boys I've Dated.

“I'm sorry, can we back to being friends?”

Friends? With Mark? Your first boyfriend in high school? Seems impossible right? You couldn't believe your ears when those words come out of his mouth, like your heart just suddenly stop, every beat was louder than the first, this isn't how you portrayed a valentine day supposed to ended, holding your box of chocolate behind your back, his eyes looking at you seeking for answer, your tears get the hold of you, befriending a guy you wish to stars walk you down the aisle? You couldn't say anything at first, you became stone, you wish you could just erase today traumatic events of your life and send it to void.

“We can't be friends Mark, not after everything.”

Mark Lee > Box Of Chocolate.

“I'm tired of you always picking a fight with me.”

That day was rainy, stormy night yet the two of you instead of sharing a good laugh and have a nice drive to your destination, both of you, Renjun and you, only argue for the whole drive back home, arguing about who is better than the other, anger get the best of him as he start raising his voices just like you do, arguing was nothing knew in your relationship, it wasn't supposed to be, the first 3 months was a blessing, both of you were very understanding of each other, very loving and caring but now? where's the love you search dearly? you swear you see Renjun speeding accros the yellow light, just like how your heart start to slowly flicker losing its feelings.

“Same as me Renjun, I can't continue doing this.”

Huang Renjun > Yellow Light.

“I don't like how you act right now.”

Lately, Jeno touch had been different, it's not pleasing, neither it's fun as the both of you used to do, everything he do seemed force, like he wasn't even supposed to touch you at all, you didn't feel the love, the need, as he used to give you, no more aftercare, no more smile and kisses after sex, none, Jeno is right next to you on the bed, his body faced you yet his eyes were busy at anything else than you, you felt cold to his touch, even your warm blanket felt freezing cold, there's no warmth, no more joys, like it used to be, there's only lust swirling around your body, like it was some sort of machine to fuck only.

“I'm sorry, I won't do it Jeno. Let's stop.”

Lee Jeno > Freezing Blanket.

“This isn't how you supposed to know, I'm sorry.”

You were shaking, you couldn't help but wanting to throw up, you want to just hit him up but you can't. his eyes, that luminous eyes looking at you pleading for your heart to forgives, Haechan lied again. Even after he promised he wouldn't yet here you were, you can't believe he could lie this much even starts to cover a lie with another lie? he was supposed to be your escapes through winter, he is your sun that shined, yet he rained on you again? This time caught kissing someone else? You stand on your ground, the people on the cafe eyed you with pity as you left room.

“I can't tolerate your lie anymore Hyuck, i'm done.”

Lee Donghyuk > Sun In Rain.

“I'm sorry princess, but I can't do this anymore.”

You knew for Jaemin you weren't the only one occupying his heart, heaven knows who stayed there the longest, you knew, you wasn't a choice, but an option, someone he called when in miss, someone he missed dearly, yet where do you stayed when you missed him too? Like some ghost with no soul, Your house was full, He was your home, however how can you stay in a house with two bedrooms? there's three people in here, too cramped. Even for you, you holds your phone close to your chest reading the chat message as you hit send.

“Fine, at least you finally admit it Jaemin, bye.”

Na Jaemin > House With Two Bedrooms.

“Sometimes things were better to let go. Baby..”

You were crying again, Chenle hold you close as he hugs you tight, like he would always do, you can't believe it, another relationship fell short, oddly, no fight, no argument, no lies, yet it still ended, the amount of drink get the best of you, Whiskey really messing your sight, you saw the glass are half empty still you already drunk, he keeps reassuring you in his arms, telling how it wasn't your fault, both of you had your times, like almost will never be enough and times had ticked off, the club light so dim as you close your eyes, letting your feeling pour out, knowing tomorrow he isn't going to be here anymore, He isn't yours anymore.

“I'm sorry Chenle, if only time were much kinder..”

Zhong Chenle > Half-Finished Glass Of Whiskey

“I can't believe you did it, again? This hurts A lot.”

You failed him again. Another failed attempt to get Jisung forgiveness, he saw you with another man, like God just decided to mess with your life and make the man of your life standing not far behind you, in the quiet library where only books can talks, if he could scream, he would, but he keep quiet, you swear you see it, your body just goes limp, as his eyes were wet, tears running down his cheeks, his eyes became empty, is this the time where your chances of being happy with him gonna last? How can you continue your life without him, even your plea echo wasn't enough for him to change his minds.

“Jisung, I'm sorry for everything that I've done.”

Park Jisung > Talking Books.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈-ˋˏ✄┈┈--ˋˏ✄┈┈┈-ˋˏ✄

Masterlist ; Back to Main?

From here! Profile 1 , 2 , 3 .

1. Better Run.

2. 20 Dollars.

3. Jar Of Cookies.

4. Picture Frame.

5. Space In Between.

6. Read The Room.

7. Romcom Drama.

8. A Secret Behind Truth.

9. Headache.

10.

11.

Tba!!!

Secret Route ; Truth To Be Told, I Missed You (Spin-Off) [Coming Soon]

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A/N : I feel sick in my stomach from reading this, gosh I hate angst. Trust me. If there is any body who hates angst in this world it's me, I hated it, gosh I feel so sorry for Chenle tho, like how can I do my baby like that, and JISUNG?! I'm sorry baby, I love you, pretty sure gonna get killed making Jaemin into the bad guy and Haechan too? Gosh. Anybody would love to be in the tag?? Just comment your Usn gonna add them to the list later <3 p. s just to make sure I put 18+ I'm not sure if this story even will have those but let see. I can't write smut for shit. Btw finally a seriess!!

#nct dream #haechan #mark lee #jaemin #lee jeno #park jisung #renjun #chenle #nct fluff #angst #smut #fanfiction #nct fanfic #kpop #nct #x reader

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rveyjules · 2 years ago

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A Second Chance

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Prime Minister's Daughter! Reader (ft. Ada Wong)

Genre: Smut, Romance, Angst

Warning: cheating, Leon is obsessed with the reader, taking photos, the reader is cold but deep inside she’s a sweetheart, mentions of arranged marriage, pure smut (masturbation, foreplay, kissing, breasts fondling and sucking, markings, p in v intercourse, virgin sex, penetrative sex, Leon is huge [I think it's at least 9 inches, sheesh], creampie, aftercare)

Word count: 6.2k

Summary: As the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister and one of the faces of the family, you received multiple assassination attempts. So, your father hired someone to keep an eye on you. And to your surprise, out of all people, it was Leon Kennedy your father picked for you. You and Leon had a secret relationship but soon did not last because another woman came into his life. Now that the both of you meet again, will it be the start of chaos or a continuation of romance?

author's note: This is the second part of my story. This story is entirely fictional. I do not know what the President and the Prime Minister exactly do for the country. Same with the occupation of being a prosecutor and the chief of the CIA. English is not my mother tongue so pardon if you encounter mistakes and grammatical errors. This is only for entertainment purposes only. And minors, please do your homework first.

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“The jury found the defendant guilty.”

Joyful sounds were heard from your client, who was the victim, and from her family. You closed your eyes and a sigh of relief escaped your mouth, smiling at your performance today. You just won another trial. The suspect is proven guilty with the evidence you have against him and the jury was on your side.

“The jury is thanked and excused. The court is adjourned.”

You turned to your female client. She’s a 22-year-old who was a victim of rape and sexual assault. You promised her that you will do your best to give her the justice she was longing for after being made fun of by her schoolmates, calling her such names, giving her judgemental looks, and earning a lot of hurtful words.

It has come to the point where she almost took her own life on the rooftop of the apartment she was staying at. Being a victim of rape is traumatizing. It would take time before you recovered completely from what happened by going under rehabilitation and psychological observation. But today, justice is served.

“Thank you so much, prosecutor!” Her mom shakes my hand repeatedly. You can’t count how many times her family expressed their gratitude for helping the child. You giggled and patted the mother’s shoulder. “You’re welcome. I’m glad you hired me as your lawyer. By the way, how was your rehabilitation?” You asked the last part, looking at your client. She has a smile on her face, brighter than the times we met before the trial and you just realized how pretty the child is.

“It’s all nice and okay. Prosecutor,” She took a few steps ahead towards you and held your hand. “I don’t know how to express my feelings in court. Our opponent came from a prestigious family in the town. I am afraid that we will not win because of how powerful their family is. I think I underestimated you a little and I’m sorry for that. I see how focused you were in every trial session. And now that it was confirmed that he was the bad guy, I felt so happy. So, thank you so much, Prosecutor L/n.”

You smiled at her and cupped her cheeks. “You’re a law student, right? I want to give you some advice that can help you when you become an attorney one day,” I paused. “I considered going into law. Not because of money, but for the thrill of problem-solving. And always remember, be an independent woman. You are what you are. Face them with your head high. Justice is served and the suspect is proven guilty.”

The girl nodded and gave you a tight hug. “I hope we will meet again in the future, attorney.” You nodded your head and hugged her back. “I’m looking forward to it, dear.”

From a distance, Leon watched how you comforted a girl after winning a nerve-wracking and intense trial in the court just now. He crossed his arms and smiled, seeing you being warm around your client. Leon received a voicemail from his earpiece,

“Agent Kennedy, the Prime Minister, scheduled a meeting with Prosecutor L/n.”

“Copy,” He replied before approaching you.

The mother of your client acknowledged his presence as Leon made his way toward you. The older woman smiled at him before looking back at you and asked something unexpected…

“Is he your husband? You two look great together.”

Your eyes widened and immediately denied it. “No, we’re not. He’s not my husband. I’m still single.” You awkwardly replied. Leon was taken aback by the woman’s question and quite affected when you quickly denied the woman’s question. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of you being his wife.

“Sorry for misunderstanding but he’s only my bodyguard. He’s only with me for safety purposes.” You explain, smiling to ease the uncomfortable feeling you have. The woman nodded in understanding.

“You’re too pretty to not be in a relationship but I respect your decision if you’re not into relationships.” She smiled and you thanked her for understanding. When your client and her family have left, you turn to Leon and shoot him a death glare.

“Seriously? You as my husband? Hell, no.” You sharply claimed. Leon cleared his throat and replied, “I just want to say that the Prime Minister scheduled a meeting with you.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“When you received a voicemail, I received a text message from the Prime Minister. At least you should have waited for my client to leave before popping out of nowhere only to be misunderstood as my husband.” You snarled. Leon finds you cute, though.

“Bet you feel the butterflies in your stomach, don’t you?” He asked flirtatiously, making you scoff.

“Butterflies,” You scoffed and chuckled sarcastically. “I got headaches.” With that, you walked past him to the exit.

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“Papa, you know I don’t want to be in a relationship. How many times do I need to tell you that? I don’t even want to go on a date, why are they trying to put me up in an arranged marriage?!” You snapped, rubbing your temples.

The meeting your father scheduled is private and personal. Right now, in front of your parents and the Senator’s son that was supposed to be your husband in this arranged marriage, looked at you in disbelief. You declared your plan in life and that is you’re not going to get married to anyone.

“Y/n!” Your father yelled angrily. “For our family’s sake! Senator Carter’s son is the right man for you! You know that this man has the potential to become a President in the future! I want you to become the First Lady of this country.”

“But being a First Lady has limitations, Papa! And also, it will only give me more responsibilities!” You retorted back.

“You’re already thirty-three, Y/n. A perfect age to prepare yourself—”

“I am not interested in becoming a First Lady,” You interrupted. "Besides, I am not into politicians. Helping the government is enough for me but marrying a politician? No."

With that, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the room, leaving your parents disappointed and frustrated. You can hear your dad calling out your name but you did not turn back. Tears filled your eyes, and you couldn't bear the fact that your parents are forcing you to marry someone you don't love.

Leon noticed your expression and he knew something was wrong. "Y/n, what happened in–" He was interrupted when you snapped at him, “Shut up! This is all your fault!”

He was startled and the guards that were securing the area looked in your direction. Tears started falling down your eyes, and couldn't bear the pain. “This is all your fault.” You whispered before storming out of the establishment.

You get the keys from your driver and ride the car before driving on your own. You sobbed as you sped up on the highway but were still aware of the speed limit. You want some time alone. Betrayals, family pressure, arranged marriage… Goddamned it, why can’t you be free from this? The trauma of your past relationship with Leon did a lot of damage. You run your hand on top of your head, calming yourself down.

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In your house, you are checking the report of the CIA. There are files that must go under your consent so you have a lot of papers to sign. It’s not new for you anymore. Being a prosecutor, a superior of a top security agency, as well as being a politician’s daughter has its pros and cons. When it comes to wealth and fame, you got the jackpot. But when it comes to responsibility…

“Goddamn, I need a vacation.” You sighed as you signed the last file and put them organized on the shelf.

And then, Leon popped into your mind out of nowhere. He has been working under you for three months now. You are secretly doing everything to make him leave. You mean it when you say you don’t need him anymore. But there are times where Leon would be so caring of you. He’d hold your hand secretly when the two of you are close to each other in crowded places. He’d take off his jacket and put it on your shoulders when he saw you shivering. Although you are cold and dismissive to him, he’s still caring for you and his love language was still the same as before.

Turning your heel, you went to the window and watched the city lights of Washington D.C. You want to take a break. You want to sleep all day,knowing that you deserved it for doing a great job. But you simply can’t. Even falling asleep in your room is sometimes difficult, especially when you feel something is not right. The President needs you to be active 24/7. The White House could call you anytime when an emergency occurs. Even if it was two in the morning, you need to get up and meet the President and cabinet secretaries.

You are so powerful that’s why there are people who tried to kill you. Imagine, surviving five assassination attempts. You may be looking cool but deep inside you are scared. Those moments where you were stunned when the assassin pulled the trigger of his gun and you barely dodge them. It makes you feel like a child, being scared when you are supposed to be brave.

Taking off your gloves, you looked at your scars and caressed them. You thought the pain was gone, thinking that your scars symbolizes your bravery despite being left out. But everythings is coming back ever since Leon came back. With that you remembered how you struggled just to survive.

Three days after Leon left with Ada, you almost lost your sanity thinking that surviving the apocalypse is impossible. You have no one to lean on. You barely make it to find an abandoned store with foods and drinks that can ease your thirst and hunger. The city was filled with zombies. Finding a safe place to stay is difficult. The device you used to track Ada’s identity was broken. It was your only hope to contact your father.

Every day, you’d cry while washing your wounds on your wrists to prevent contamination and easier access for infection. Being alone and desperate to survive scared you the most. You are asking yourself what you ever did to them to leave you in this state. As for your relationship with Leon, thinking about those times when you caught him with Ada, doing the unthinkable emotionally damaged you.

“Leon– ahh!” Ada moaned as Leon pressed his half naked body to her, sucking her neck and leaving marks on her skin. “Y/n would get suspicious where did I get this,” Ada said but Leon didn’t budge.

Instead, he lifted the skirt of her dress and pulled her underwear out of her legs before undoing his pants and taking his member out of its cage. “Just be quiet. She wouldn’t know that we’re doing this.” He smirked before slipping his hardened cock into Ada’s aching hole.

They tried to be quiet to hide their secret affair while you were standing by the door, sobbing quietly. You heard how Ada moaned and praised Leon at how good he makes her feel. And then there was you, heart shattered into pieces. You felt numb and couldn’t feel or hear anything aside from the sinful sounds coming from them.

That piece of memory made you punch the mirror in front of you, breaking it. Your knuckles started to bleed. You covered your ears as you fell on your knees, traumatized and heartbroken. You knew that things would go wrong between you and Leon. But this is beyond your expectation. Never in your life you thought that he would do that.

One day, you found a radio in the establishment where you are currently staying. It was functioning and you heard voices coming from the radio. You realized that it can connect to a military base. You grabbed it and spoke to the speaker. It says that the government will bomb the city to stop the virus from spreading. Hearing this increased your fear. You don’t want to die with these monsters.

“Is this the military? Please, help me. I’m a survivor.” You said, hoping that they will hear your voice.

After a few seconds of silence, the voice on the other line spoke. “This is Commander Valdez speaking. Please, state your name and current location.” Your hope was growing as the commander replied.

“My name is Y/n L/n, daughter of Senator L/n. I’m a first year college student, studying Law. I am in a safe room of the high-rise hospital in Raccoon City. Please, help me. Zombies are surrounding the area.” You sobbed.

Hearing that you are the daughter of the Senate President caused the Commander to order to gather up his men and prepare to rescue you and also ordered the President to refrain from releasing an order to wipe out Raccoon City until you are completely rescued.

“Miss L/n, listen carefully to my instructions. My men will be there in less than an hour. Now, I want you to prepare yourself to fight against the horde of zombies. The President has moved the time of releasing the bomb. They will nuke the city after we rescue you. I know you have limited resources to use as your weapon but I hope you can find some to defend yourself.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The military is on its way. Go to the rooftop of the hospital. The military chopper will come to rescue you. Goodluck.” Then your conversation ended.

This is your last chance. You must make it out of this damned city. You went to the bathroom of the safe room and looked at yourself through the mirror. You washed your face to make up your mind and covered your injuries with a clean cloth. You wear your jacket and luckily found a baseball bat as your weapon. With a deep breath, you gathered all your strength and prepared yourself for a life-or-death fight against those monsters.

You walked out of the safe room quietly to prevent attracting the attention of the zombies. You held your weapon tightly, alert for any zombies to come to your way. You are currently on the 20th floor of the hospital. The rooftop is on the 25th floor. Of course, as you expected, zombies found you and chased after you. You run for your life, hitting those zombies who will try to grab you or block your path with a baseball bat.

Anger was rushing through your veins that you went on a killing spree with a single weapon. You looked out the window as you ran and found the helicopter coming to the hospital you are in. This increased your hopes in survival. Little by little, you made it to the rooftop. You closed and blocked the door with anything that you think can prevent those zombies opening the door.

The helicopter has found you from a far distance. You waved your hands in the air as you jumped to gain their attention. But the zombies managed to break in and it found you. You turned around and fear creeped out to your veins. A large horde of zombies are coming towards you. Then, you heard loud gunshots coming from the soldiers, shooting the zombies as the helicopter moved downwards on the edge of the rooftop.

“Miss Y/n! Hop on!” A soldier yelled through the loud sound of the propeller.

You ran towards them and jumped to the helicopter, feeling a little relieved to be rescued. The helicopter started to move away as the zombies were falling down from the building, mindlessly trying to reach for us. The soldiers check on you to see if you are bitten. The pilot spoke through the radio.

“General, Y/n L/n is successfully rescued from the Raccoon City. She’s not bitten or infected, just some injuries that need medical attention. Aside from that, everything is cleared.”

“Roger that,” You heard the military general replied through the radio.

After a few moments, when you are far enough from the city, you hear a loud, roaring, and huge explosion. You looked out and saw an atomic bomb explosion, destroying Raccoon City. You saw how wide the bomb reached to kill those who were alive or undead. You survived the chaos on your own. You make it out of the forsaken city. You are the last man standing. The city where Leon promised you that you build your dreams and goals has been wiped out into ashes.

A sigh escapes your mouth as you caress your scars. For everyone who barely knows you, wearing gloves is your trademark in fashion. People never see you take them off or go out without gloves on. But your family and other important people in your life know what’s behind that piece of clothing. It’s not like you were ashamed of it. It’s just that it hurts you emotionally as you remembered that you went under hard and difficult circumstances just to survive as those people you helped betrayed and left you to die.

Your phone opened and rang, snapping you back to your senses. You turned around and grabbed your phone. It’s a call from your older brother, Judge Dylan L/n. You picked up the call and put the phone next to your ear.

“Dylan? What can I do for you?” You asked.

“Y/n, Papa called me just now. What was that behavior?” He asked calmly but there’s a lingering strict tone.

“If you’ll scold me, I’ll hang up.” You scoffed.

“Y/n, you are the only daughter of the Prime Minister of the country and has the potential to become a First Lady.”

“I know that. Among the Prime Minister’s five children, I am the youngest and the only daughter. But that doesn’t mean that I need to go under his order to marry a politician.”

“But the boy is the son of the Senate President.”

“Dylan, please. Don’t make yourself a problem for me. He didn’t even congratulate me for winning my case today. He just called a private meeting only to say that I am bound to marry the man and ended up scolding.”

“Patience is a virtue, Y/n,” Dylan paused. “I know that your past relationship still affects you. But in this case, you are just proving to them that you haven’t moved on from your ex-lover. Y/n, it’s been fifteen years…”

You sighed, heading over the table to pour yourself a glass of wine.

“Please, believe me when I say that I truly moved on from my past relationship. It’s just that…” You paused, trying to find the right word to say. “The pain was coming back. You know that feeling when you believe in yourself that you are completely free but the truth is you are still chained up to the past?”

“Did you and that guy cross paths again?” He asked and you hummed.

“I don’t know if fate is fooling around with me. After fifteen years, why did he come back? I mean, I don’t want to see him or even cross paths again with him but then, one day he just appeared out of nowhere.” You explained. Your brother chuckled at your response.

“I think I know the guy you are talking about. Leon Kennedy, right? Your ex-lover but currently your bodyguard.” You pouted as his response. “If Papa knows that Leon Kennedy is your ex, what do you think he will do?” He asked.

“He will fire him immediately, probably.” You replied.

“Wrong,” Dylan quickly responded. “You and Papa never interact with each other that much, that's why you don’t know the possibility of his reaction regarding the issue.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Y/n, please. If you interact with Papa, you will find the answer. That’s all for now. I have to prepare for my trial tomorrow. I just called to check on you.”

You bid goodbye to each other before ending the call. You received another phone call from the Senate President’s son. You picked the call…

“Let’s have a drink. The usual place.” He said.

—

Leon can still hear how loud you were when you snapped at him earlier. He can tell that your meeting with your family did not end well. The way your eyes teared up when you yelled at him, gaining the attention of the people who were in the area at that time. Leon gulped down another glass of whiskey, slightly wincing at how strong the alcohol is as he ran his thumb against your photo, which he secretly took throughout the years.

Yes, he has been stalking you. After saving Ashley Graham from an insane cult in Spain, he immediately did some research on you. And there he found out about your success after leaving you in a hard situation in Raccoon City in 1998. At that time, you were a newly licensed prosecutor but you became one of the most influential prosecutors in the Supreme Court as you easily solved and won cases back then. Your father was a Senate President back then and having you beside him is a big asset. With that, your father managed to reach the position of Prime Minister.

Every event you need to attend whether it was a national or international, he was there. He camouflaged within the crowd so that you wouldn’t see him or feel his presence. He took a lot of pictures of you, keeping them in a secret room of his house. He was obsessed with you. He even finds himself masturbating in his room with your picture in his hand, looking so elegant in every angle, every outfit you wore, every look you pulled out, it drives him crazy.

For his latest mission, which was in China, he brought a dozen of your pictures as his motivation and inspiration. Weird but he did. There are times when he was in a tight situation and went through near-death experiences but he remembers that he needs to come back. For you. He encountered Ada again but this time, he was not her puppy anymore, who would follow her demands and manipulate him.

“I heard that she’s the new Chief of the CIA aside from being a prosecutor. Seems like your ex-lover has already moved on from you.” Ada smirked as she looked at the photo of you in a black dress, holding a piece of paper while speaking in court.

“Give it back,” Leon demanded. “What are you even doing here, Ada? Are you going to use me again?” He added and Ada chuckled in response. “What do you think?”

What Ada did not expect was Leon’s sudden attack. He disarmed her and took the photo out of her grasp, hissing when it was crumpled slightly. Ada noticed his unusual behavior and smirked.

“You’re obsessed with her. What is she going to think when you two meet again? What will be her reaction if she meets the one she loved the most but also the one who betrayed her?” Ada asked, trying to provoke Leon.

Leon got furious when Ada dug up the past. Without hesitation, he pulled out his gun and shot Ada in the shoulder with eyes full of anger and guilt, not for her but for you, who he left just to escape that damn city. The woman looked at him in shock. Never in a million years did she expect that Leon would do this to her. He was different from the one she used to order around. There were also times when Leon almost got down on his knees and worshiped her like a saint. But now, his eyes are filled with the flame of anger. Leon wasn’t hers anymore, but yours even without knowing it.

Five months after that mission, he was summoned to the White House by the President and they talked about the assassination attempts you had. His face remained calm but his hands were clenched into fists and his insides were burning in anger. When the President asked him if he could be your bodyguard, he immediately said yes. Your father, the Prime Minister trusted him the moment the President introduced him as a recommendation. That’s how he got into your life again.

He prepared a plan on how he was going to win your heart again. He thought it would be easy but it turns out it isn’t. You are colder than he expected. You never look at him the way you used to look at him before. It wasn’t easy to make a conversation with you as you always dismissed him. His top priority is to keep you safe away from assassination attempts you might encounter again in the future while finding a way to see a crack in your armor.

He believes that you will give in to him someday. He laid down on his bed, closing his eyes, and imagine how good it feels to be between your legs as he fucks you hard. The way you’d moan loudly or even scream, praising him for making you feel so good. You’d hold onto his shoulders as he pounds against your cunt, tip kissing your cervix that sends you crying.

His mind was filled with lewd images of you, wearing tight blouses and pencil skirts, teasing him as you walked. Your curves are perfectly fitted into the skirt and he will pounce on you and rip all of your clothing until you are completely naked under him. You and Leon never made it to take your relationship to the next level because you were just eighteen and in your first year in college back then. You two agreed that you’ll only do it when you are ready or wait until you get married. Although your relationship was a secret, you both gave pure love to each other until shit happens.

He believes that your virginity hasn’t been taken yet. For someone like you who focuses on studies and two professions as well as having trust issues, he’s sure that no one hasn’t touched or even kissed you. And the thought of taking your virginity sends him to the edge as he found himself masturbating.

“Y/n… you feel so damn good. So tight!” He moaned, imagining how tight you are when he pushed his pulsating cock inside your wet, aching, virgin pussy.

Your moans ring into his ears as he fucks you. The way you’d ask him to be gentle or be careful of you, sobbing. And the best part of it is when he spilled his warm seeds deep into your cunt. In real life, his cock spurted his juices, staining his hands and abdomen as he trembled from his orgasm, groaning as he let it out until the last drop.

No, he did not feel guilty. Why not? He’s going to take you back. Now that he heard from his co-worker that you are bound to marry the Senate President’s son. No, he wouldn’t let that happen. Not even over his dead body. If he needs to go through hell just to win your heart again, he will do it without any hesitation.

—

On the other side, you are back in the VIP Room of the bar where you usually go. You are currently with the Senate President’s son. There’s an awkward tension between the two of you. David Carter is sipping on his glass of vodka while you are drinking wine.

“Your outburst earlier is unexpected,” He chuckled, studying your expression. You glanced at him as he started the conversation. “A lot of women tried to catch my attention but then there was you.”

“Is that a compliment?” You asked, sipping on your wine and he nodded with a hum in response.

David might be quiet and did not have a chance to explain himself during your meeting yesterday but he is one of the most respected and most influential men in politics just like you. He’s a congressman with the potential to reach the highest rank in the country. That’s why your father wants him to be your husband.

“Yes. I rarely compliment a woman. You know I have a high standard when it comes to women and you passed.”

“Because this is me.” You rebutted, rolling your eyes, and smirked.

You two are good friends. You went to the same law school and passed the board exams together. When you were elected as the new Chief of the CIA, he was elected as a congressman. Coincidence? He would say no but you would say yes. David understands why you suddenly snapped at your father upon mentioning the arranged marriage. He knows that you have a trauma in love although he doesn’t know who caused you that pain to be so dismissive of love. But deep down, he wished that you would realize that he has hidden feelings towards you.

“I noticed that you are not with your personal bodyguard today. Leon Kennedy, right?” He asked, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes again.

“I don’t know. I don’t care though. That guy needs to breathe from my dark presence.” You joked.

“I’m surprised that he’s not resigning yet when you are so cold and dismissive to him. In my perspective, men who manage to stay despite your bad side are the ones who have true feelings for you.” You paused and glanced at him.

“I feel this agent knows you better than I know you. For the past three months of him being your bodyguard, I have never seen someone who's more patient than your father. I noticed that you throw your tantrums on him often but he will only look at you and give you your favorite coffee. Your former bodyguards never bring you your coffee without you telling them which one you prefer. But this agent, he will just pop out of nowhere with a cup of coffee you like. Is there something I don’t know about? Do you have connections with each other?” He added.

“Oh, David. Stop the spectacle of yourself. Agent Kennedy is nothing but only an agent who saved Ashley from Spain and is currently my bodyguard.” You retorted.

“But a bodyguard wouldn’t act so protective and caring of you. I mean, he’s crossing the line of being a bodyguard and you don’t notice. He’d protect you from the media, people who will tend to cause you discomfort, and bodyguards should keep an eye on his distance to his boss. But he will take off his jacket and put it on your shoulder like a man who cares for his lover.”

“Enough!” You snarled.

“You’re guilty because it’s true. A bodyguard shouldn’t look at his boss with stars in his eyes.” David added.

What's surprising about him, even though he has secret feelings towards you, it feels like he’s helping you regarding your issue with Leon which you never mentioned to anyone before.

“Admit it already, Y/n. You and Agent Kennedy had a thing before.”

You looked at him, speechless. David is a very observant person but he takes that to another level that's beyond your expectations. He raised his eyebrow at you while you shook your head in defeat.

“You’re right. We used to be lovers.” You admitted.

—

Leon was in his apartment across the apartment building you are in. He purchased the unit to keep an eye on you a few years ago. He knows that this is the place where you usually go to ease your mind rather than going to your own home. He brought his own telescope, not to look up in the sky but to stalk you. With his knowledge in hacking, he used to sneak into your apartment unit and set up small cameras that are difficult to see around your place to see what you are doing when you are out of his sight.

You just came back from your hang out with David. You are quite tipsy and tired after a long day. Leon watched you from his computer, your every movement is being captured by the hidden cameras he put around your apartment. You kicked off your heels and put them on the shoe rack before heading straight to your bedroom to have a nice and cool shower. Undressing yourself, Leon watched your naked figure step into the shower. The sound of water running as you hummed a song sent shivers down to his spine.

He watched how you touch yourself as you scrub yourself with soap and wash your hair with shampoos. The way the water ran down your body is something he can’t ignore, but craves. Those perfect large breasts, slim waist, and thick thighs, ugh. He badly wants to go there and fuck you already.

After thirty minutes of shower and skincare routine, you came out of your bathroom, wearing nothing but your robe and drying your hair with a towel. Leon continued watching you. He observed you as he realized that you were looking out the window, staring at the apartment building where he was currently in. He looked out too and there he found you standing, seemed to be in a deep thought. He studied your face and he believes that you’re unable to see him because his window is tinted.

But for you, you can definitely see him. Since Leon has become your bodyguard, you were even more observant of your surroundings. You've always had a feeling that someone is watching from the shadows and the moment you meet him again, your questions have been answered. Earlier, you and David had discussed this without mentioning Leon’s name.

“You know, obsessive people are usually more on body language, eye contacts, and sometimes, they use metaphorical words. They are waiting for the right time to have their way to their target. I suggest you give this man a little show. I believe you can do this easily. For a seductress like you, I think this is an easy task.” David smirks as he sips on his whiskey.

“What kind of ‘show’ are you talking about?” You asked.

“A strip show…”

You glared at him at the idea he suggested. “But be careful. Don’t let your bodyguard know about this show you are about to pull out or else you’ll receive a severe punishment from your daddy.” He chuckled.

He doesn’t know that the obsessive man you are talking about was no one but your bodyguard himself…

Sighing, you untie your robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing your perfect naked body. Leon gasped as his eyes widened in surprise about your sudden, unexpected move. You looked like a Greek Goddess that came down on Earth to seduce men and fulfill their lustful needs. You smirked before getting inside, slowly walking, naked. You grabbed your phone and played soothing, yet seductive music.

You started dancing and closed your eyes, feeling the rhythm and the melody of the music. Your hair dances in the air as you turn gracefully. Leon watches you, smiling to himself. Seeing you dance like that felt like nostalgia but way different from before. You changed from a sweet teenager into a seductress. Leon smirked, crossing his arms.

After a few minutes, you stopped dancing and went to your closet and wore a silk nightgown, gloves, and a coat. You put on your sandals, dried your hair, and put on a light shade of lipstick. You left your apartment, leaving him wondering what the hell just happened. You just gave him a little strip show, unsure if you did it on purpose or was that just some naughty habits he had never seen until now. While Leon heaves out an unsatisfied sigh, you went to the apartment building across yours to confront him already.

David is right. He crossed the line of being a bodyguard. Though he is affectionate to you when the two of you are together, you did not expect him to be this obsessive of you.

“...or just give in to his needs already if you find yourself attracted to the man. Confront him.”

You remember David gave you another advice earlier before going home. You also thought about this while taking a shower. You are aware that there’s a hidden camera around your house. Yet, you don’t feel creeped out at all as if you know who’s responsible for this. All the dots are connected and the mystery is solved the moment Leon came back and got hired as your bodyguard. The spark you felt towards this obsessive person sparked even more when it comes to Leon. It’s always him. Every question you make about this emotional stuff always leads back to him.

The ding of the elevator snapped you back to your senses as the doors opened. You stepped out of the elevator and went to Leon’s apartment unit, Unit 2704. You pressed the doorbell and waited for Leon to open the door.

He went to the front door and looked at the peephole. He was surprised to see you standing on his doorstep. He opened the door, you looked at him and he was surprised to see you.

“I need to talk to you,” You started in a stern tone.

—

To Be Continued...

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ROY

Intense. This man shows himself as someone who feels his emotions very vividly, no matter if they are good or they are wrong. When he is in love with someone, he shows himself as the most romantic gentleman there is. And he might be, but that doesn’t quit the fact that he is still a tease and likes to have fun testing your reactions and limits. I see him as someone passionate when it comes to those things he truly likes, and that does involve his partner. So the passion, the romance, that will be something abundant through your relationship.

Really good kisser. One of his favorite activities is to basically make out with you once his mind needs a break from work and other stuff. It might start with slow pecks, but Roy isn’t satisfied with only small kisses. If there’s time to take advantage of, he is indeed going to take it. At first he cups the side of your neck, making sure you’re in place for him to devour your lips as if it was the last time he could do so. No matter your experience, he finds the way to match your jaws moving together, turning the clumsiness into a slow and sensuous kiss which leaves you trembling a little. Having Roy so close, claiming your mouth as his hands wander down your body to finally squeeze your butt, would allow you to get the masculine scent of his perfume, only making you dizzy and shaky.

And the way his breath gets heavy as he progressively touches you with more need is a clear sign of his state. He wouldn’t be too discret.

The moment he pulls you to his lap, consider yourself lost in the most addictive cloud of pleasure. That position will allow him to invite you to grind against him. He’d allow you to dry hump him, and he actually loves the feeling of it. He likes the teasing over the clothes, rubbing and touching. It is what makes him crazy.

Vocal reassurance. Roy can be a tease, but he is still a gentleman and wants to prioritize your comfort over everything. As he proceeds with his touches and kisses he’d ask in between them “are you ok with this?”, “would you like me to go lower?”, “does it feel good this way?” And he speaks with such a gentle tone, with such an intimate whisper that could melt ice faster than lava.

Dirty talk. He loves to whisper things into your ear, both in public and in private. Of course being in private with you gives him the freedom of acting as he wants according to his words, but he is also capable of dropping a “babe, you don’t realize how horny you got me, don’t you?” in the middle of the dinner table, putting into the most innocent smile as he whispers that to you.

Big boy. Oh yes, he is a big man. That equals to his trained muscles but also to the length of his not so little friend. He is a brutal 13 cm when being soft, yet when he’s hard he can be 17 cm. He keeps himself shaved down there as he finds it the most hygienic for swimming, his daily life and intimate moments. He’s longer than thicker.

Pleasure giver. He absolutely enjoys focusing on making you feel great, relieving your stress from previous days and making your mind go blank. The only thought he wants you to have is about how good he is making you feel.

Ties his hair up when he is going down on you.

His favorite position is missionary due to the freedom it gives him to see your reactions, to kiss your face and neck, to hold your thighs apart and thrust slowly and precisely inside of you, teasing and abusing your already sensitive spot.

He is not ashamed to be loud in bed. Not only with talking, but he might moan freely whenever his body randomly makes him do it.

Roy has a fantasy about wearing a blind fold someday and letting you do whatever you wish the most with him. He is open minded to try everything, even if you want to peg him he won’t refuse because he also wants to try that.

He is a switch flexible to your preferences.

Roy has a high libido, higher than he’d like.

Loves to bite you. And you better stop him from getting too excited and let him give you a hickey, because he might casually mark you right in the visible areas and be proud of it.

A lot of teasing in the swimming pool. And luckily you sometimes are alone because sometimes he’d threateningly pull from your swimsuit as if he wanted to rip it (he does).

AMANDA

Neck kisses. Amanda is pretty ticklish everywhere, and a big way to turn her on is by kissing her neck lightly. The ticklish feeling of your lips in her neck is capable of making her shiver and squirm, and not to mention the warmth of your breath. She’d tilt her head to give you free access to the area of her sensitive skin. Oh but she also adores to plant kisses on your neck, it’s like a genuine way for her to show his affection but also to tease you if you’re sensitive there. Amanda would place her hands on your waist as she rests her chin over your shoulder, giving her the freedom to do so.

She can be a soft dom or an absolute pillow princess, she can adapt to your preferences. Yet she likes to be the one in control.

Gentle. Sex with Amanda is gentle and most likely vanilla since she wouldn’t stand hurting you or making fun of you. She might be slightly serious but she won’t say no to a joke during the act or a genuine laugh to make you less nervous. She undresses you as if she was unwrapping a delicate gift, and makes sense because you’re the best gift she’s ever gotten. She also goes at your pace, without wanting to make you feel rushed into anything. And even when her fingers are inside of you, she still lets you set the pace to your liking.

Praise. She makes sure that you know you’re the best gift she has ever received. Amanda will kiss your body gently, admiring every inch of it, as she whispers how pretty and cute you are like that. She’d tell you what a good job you are doing when she hears your needy sounds thanks to her fingers. Amanda is grateful of you offering her your most vulnerable side, so she must let you know her gratitude with her genuine affection.

She also likes to receive praise!

When she is the submissive one, it is a side of Amanda which you only see when she is trying to control herself. Amanda tends to get shy when she is horny, but she slowly turns into a fierce. But if you want to be the one taking control, she’s gonna lie down over the bed, her pretty thighs opened for you and her head glued to the pillows.

Her fluffy and soft cheeks are permanently blushed for as long as the sex session lasts. Amanda gets ashamed of listening to her own whimpers, of how she doesn’t seem to control them when she is blessed by your touch. No matter if she covers her mouth, she isn’t the most quiet person.

Sensitive. I commented that her neck is very sensitive, but I also believe her nipples are very sensitive. She has big breasts, and she likes it when you massage and play with them gently. But she loves it even more when your tongue is playfully moving over her hard nipples.

Experimentation. She likes to experiment a lot, but not with extreme things. Amanda is open to adding toys to the experience to use them on you, on her or both at the same time. She is open to trying food play, edging, bondage… As long as it doesn’t involve pain, she is good with it.

She cares about your comfort, meaning that she will make sure that you are in a comfortable position that won’t make you sore later.

Whenever you let her sit on your face she’ll feel like a queen, like someone who just won the lottery. You’d even do 69, and you wouldn’t regret it because she adores devouring you, and she does it very well.

Mutual masturbation will be constant.

Amanda loves to dress up for you. Whenever you both go out on a date, she’ll put on a tight dress which makes her curvy shape notorious.. The lovely scent of her perfume along with how beautiful she looked that night, the way her eyes invited you to get closer with that glint of passion she usually had- God, she was stunning. Amanda gets subtly touchy when she wants to provoke you. She places her hand over your knee, over your shoulder, or just keeps it on your back and caresses it up and down slowly.

Always shaved down there for her own comfort. She has juicy, small lips resting under a small button which gets erect and notorious when she is excited. The pinky color of her vag it’s satisfying to see. Amanda’s hole usually welcomes you into a wet and warm grip inside her, allowing your movements to be smooth thanks to the natural lubrication her body has been producing.

DEVON

He has a busy schedule so it makes the intimate moments to not be as much as he’d like to spend with you. Devon likes getting into intimate situations with you, as he feels it makes your bond stronger. Still, he will make sure to make it up to you all the time he couldn’t be with you.

The moment things are getting hotter, he removes his glasses. It bothers at some point to keep the glasses as you two are making out.

Shower. Devon enjoys showering with you and taking his time to enjoy the water but also of you. After a long day in the office he offers you to take a shower with him, and unless he feels you down or upset, he won’t try to make a move. If he sees you following his playful attitude he will get handsy and passionate. It will be regular the times you both have sex in the shower.

Massages. Whenever he is stressed he practically begs you for a massage, but he simply loves your touch so much that he’d exaggerate his pleasant reactions to tease you. But he couldn’t deny that his body would instinctively react to your touch, making him hard more than once. He’s also good at massages, and if you allow his goofy side to come out, he’d keep going to massage other areas. More than once the massages would end up with a happy ending.

Playful. Devon is a positive person when it comes to his business, even if he is the boss and he has to be responsible with it. He has this playful mood he shows up whenever he is comfortable enough or he wants to ease the tension in the place. But he also knows how to add this behavior during sex with the intention of making you laugh and calm your nerves.

This also involves that he is a tease and he won’t deny being into edging. So poor you, he won’t make it easy for you to come.

Devon likes to take his time to prepare you for him, stretching you out properly before you can take him. He’d use his fingers to caress your walls, scissoring you and making sure you’re properly lubricated for it to not hurt. That’d end up in a good fingering session.

Whenever you wake up early and there is still time to go to work, no one denies that there will be morning quickies to start the day.

Praising. Devon adores being honest with you and telling you how good you feel, what pretty sounds you make and that kind of stuff. He is very gentle with his words.

He holds your hands as he is inside of you, whispering sweet words and complimenting you during that sensitive moment you are in.

Makes love. No matter if Devon is playful, he’d like to keep it vanilla, to make sex be something intimate, romantic which makes you both feel the deep connection in between you both. Devon may be intense, but he’d never be rough to you.

Cockwarming. Whenever he is working late in the office and you decide to make him company, more than once he’d hold you in his lap for warmth. But sometimes you both would get freaky.. So that’s the easiest way for him to feed you at that moment. Unluckily he won’t let you move as he’d still be working on some documents.

Devon isn’t a loud person during sex, he simply breathes heavily and sometimes grunts, but he won’t be too loud even if he’s receiving a head.

He approaches from behind whenever you are making a meal in the kitchen and gives you a couple of kisses on the neck. He’s not opposed to taking you over the counter.

He’s a soft dom, he likes to be the one in control.

For him it is a must to say “I love you” once it all ends, giving you probably the best aftercare someone could give you.

Talking about his dick, he might be 11 cm when soft and 14 when hard. He keeps the hairs short down there so it doesn’t bother during your moments. He has no time to shave himself constantly down there. He is on the thicker side.

THOMAS

Sensitive. Thomas is sensitive all over his body and he makes no effort to hide it, because, even if he gets flustered, he adores your touch. He doesn’t want you to stop touching him. You are one of the people who has the ability of making his heart thump loudly and fast like never before. He’d shiver and arc under your touch easily, but instinctively searching for more contact. His neck is sensitive, his arms are sensitive, his waist is sensitive, the same for his thighs… he is sensitive everywhere.

I believe he has no experience in the practical part of this subject, but he has seen videos when he was younger. Still, he didn’t have any experience with his last partners because they didn’t last long and there was no time to build a trust for him to get intimate. He has an idea of what sex is, he knows about the theory part but has no idea about the practical part (still there are things he doesn’t know or believes because he hadn’t experienced it yet).

We’ve seen that Thomas might do unexpected things that definitely no one would imagine coming from a person like he is. When Thomas wanted to take things further, the shyness started to fade. The quiet ones are the most dangerous in bed they say… and with Thomas you can check that it must be true because he really lets all his fantasies out.

Handsy. Just as he likes to be touched by you, he likes to touch you and memorize every single spot of your body. He likes to remember the texture and the taste of you, so whenever he just misses it he’d say “I think I forgot the taste of you, may I try you out again?”

Making out on his motorbike would happen a couple of times. Whenever he brings you to a new solitaire space he knows, he’d sit you in the copilot room, he’d face you and then devour your mouth with no shame.

Ride him as he plays. Oh yes, he loves this. Even if sometimes it’s risky, he just mutes himself and that’s it- it wouldn’t be the first time he mutes himself while playing with friends because he felt like doing so. He likes it when you get all hot and decide to tease him on his lap when he is in the middle of a match in any game. At first you’d be frustrated because he’d keep you still in place, making you feel his cock completely inside you but staying still, with no movement. But whenever he gets the chance to get afk for a few seconds for the next round, he’d bounce you up and down, because he also wants to feel that friction. And what’s better than mixing both his favorite game and his favorite person making him feel great.

Whenever you are the one playing games, he’d also like to have you on his lap. And the moment things get hot, he’d finger you as you keep playing. Thomas loves to see how your character runs towards a wall for a minute as you are enjoying how two of his fingers pump in and out your hole with an increasing pace.

Hair pulling. He likes to get you on your fours to take you from behind, but also enjoys to pull your hair gently, tilting your head back so he’s able to kiss you during it.

Spooning lazy sex is his favorite kind of sex.

He can be intense too, but he must be very worked out from the foreplay to reach that point.

Thomas is silent but will get vocal after the first round, getting more sensitive with time, and you’d hear some little whimpers every now and then.

He’s pretty big, pretty tall and well distributed. When he is soft, he’s about 12,5 cm, and hard might be 16 cm. He has a pretty cock, pinky and with barely noticeable curves. He is thick and well groomed, his hair is also red. Just as Devon, he keeps it short enough so it doesn’t bother him.

He is known in the company for his memory, his great skill to remember things. Thomas would add this skill to the relationship to remember the things you like and those which you don’t.

JASON

Hand placement. This man is obviously a big tease with everything, including these kinds of moments. He doesn’t mind where he is, but he’d keep a hand on you right where he knows you will feel butterflies, whether it’s the lower part of your back, your waist, your nape to caress it slowly. And when you two are making out, his touch burns in your skin and he takes advantage of that to make you more nervous and aroused.

His smirk and gaze are the ones in charge of communicating the desire he feels for you, and it is hard to not take the hint. There is a different glint on his eyes that makes you shiver, and you don’t know if you should be excited or scared.

Begging. Jason likes to make you beg, both during the act and even before it starts. He completely adores making you desperate for his attention and his touch, and it would be one of the main reasons why he teases you so much.

He might rub against you from behind when helping you to reach something from a high place, obviously acting as innocent as he can after it.

Toys. Jason is curious about all the reactions your body is willing to show him, and he is willing to explore every extreme of pleasure to check which things will make the moment more intense or more uncomfortable. He aims to make you enjoy, of course, and he also aims to have fun. So as he is already inside of you, he’d use a vibrator on your sensitive button to check your limits. If you are into double penetration, he might also be open to exploring how it feels.

He uses his belt to tie your wrists together and make you unable to touch him no matter if you want. Jason adores tying you up.

He loves when you act like a brat regarding the consequences you are aware you’ll have to pay.

If you are into it, he’d gladly spank you. He is really into it, but this man, no matter if he can be a brat himself, knows what consent is and he is a respectful man with that.

Jason is a sadist, but might keep that façade under a key if you are more into the soft stuff. He can be soft too.

Office. Similar to Devon, he owns an office for himself and of course he will take advantage of it. He’d also make you stay longer in his office, once others are finally home and he is basically checking the last documents of the day. He is taking you over that big desk of his, he’s willing to place all the papers to the side and make space to make you lie down. His ego increases every time you two do it there.

Jason teases you about being loud yet he aims to rip those needy sounds from you constantly, and he won’t be satisfied until hearing you cry out lovingly for him. This mf makes calculated thrusts according to your liking.

Sext him when he is free, because he doesn’t like to get turned on during important moments. Yet he sends dirty messages whenever he feels like because no one has control over his dirty mind.

He likes to give you the hope you can take control but haha…. It is all a joke. You are in control because he wants so, but he is still the one in control.

Thigh riding. He wouldn’t let you cockwarm him because he likes to see you desperate, instead if he’s on a good day he’d let you use his thigh to cum as much as you wish. He would sometimes press his leg up to make you feel better spontaneously, but then he’d stop.

When he’s soft, his cock is 11 cm yet when he gets hard he can get to 15 cm. I believe this man is too fancy even there, with expensive boxers, a very well groomed area. Jason wants to be elegant even in bed. He is equally long and thick.

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irkimatsu · 5 months ago

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spicy wedding night with husk?👀

Spicy wedding night with Husk~

I sincerely doubt Husk is the type to wait for marriage before sex. For emotional intimacy, probably, at least by the time you met him; he's tired of one-night-stands and heartbreak, and he can't let himself be that sort of vulnerable with you until he's sure you're serious about him. But he doesn't need to put a ring on your finger before he's sweeping you off your feet with candles and music and gentle lovemaking into the morning. (Or until he's pinning you to the mattress and railing you until you can't feel your legs. He still likes some spice in the bedroom.)

But that wedding night is a whole other level. I think he'd like a big party for his wedding. Before he met you, he used to dryly joke about how if he ever got married again, he'd do it like in Vegas, get married by the first fucker in a suit he can find and sign the divorce papers in advance. But underneath that cynicism, there's a hopeless romantic who wants to celebrate his love and do it right this time. The party lasts long into the night, with Husk drinking and chatting with guests...

And staring at you, oh god, staring at you. He's always been attracted to you, but seeing you in your wedding best... that you're wearing because you want to spend the rest of your afterlife in this pit with him... he can't get his mind off you.

The way you smiled, tears in your eyes, before your first kiss with him as your husband... that smile will be in his mind for the rest of his existence...

A very drunken best man Angel is eventually going to get sick of Husk's pining and playfully shove you two out the door. Don't you guys have a reservation for the night? Go on, get out, go have fun!

Because, sure, you could just stay in your room at the Hazbin Hotel, especially if the reception is being held there... but where's the romance in that?

This is the first you've heard of a reservation, as Husk leads you to a fancy hotel some distance from the reception. He brings you up to a deluxe room, with a giant bed, a fireplace, a hot tub...

"Do you like it...?" he asks, surprisingly nervous.

You're afraid to ask how he afforded this; you know he's not the most responsible when it comes to making money...

But you'll leave that alone for now. Costs aside, of course you're delighted to spend your wedding night in a place like this...

He lights the fireplace with his magic - showoff - and puts on some music, and with that, he's holding you and kissing you more deeply than he has all night, which is saying something. He undresses you so slowly, allowing his paws and mouth to savor every inch of skin he exposes before removing just a little more of your clothing.

You're his now, you're his- and even more importantly, he's yours...

Before you're fully undressed, he'll have you under him on the silken sheets, still kissing your body as if he hasn't seen you in years. You undress him in turn, running your fingers through his fur, marveling at the idea that you've found someone this wonderful in a place like Hell.

His lips are locked with yours as he slides inside you, so slowly, for the first of many times that night. He gently rocks into you in time with the music, barely able to keep his mouth off yours, groaning as you lightly tug at the fur beneath his wings.

He's so gentle with you... for now, anyway. He's yours now, after all; he wants to do anything, anything at all, to help you enjoy your first night with him, and every other night following that. Every moment you're spending in bliss beneath his touch is bliss for him, too. If you just want to be gentle tonight, of course he'll honor that. ...on the other hand, if you want to check out the stock of sex toys that the room came with, maybe try something new...

It's going to be a long time before he can pull himself away from you. Hopefully he's booked more than one night here...

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flurrys-creativity · 1 year ago

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Pygalgia

pygalgia (n.) ~ a pain in the ass, literally

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan (Seventeen) x Fem!Reader; Genre: strangers to lovers, romance, SMUT, jackson wang party; Rating: nsfw, 18+; Warnings: jeonghan being irritated, witnessing a verbal fight, typical house party stuff > drinking alcohol, loud music, SMUT > making out, talk about kinks, slight breast play, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, mentions of seven minutes in heaven; Wordcount: 2.085; Collab: Project X

Summary: You planned on having a blast during the party but meeting Jeonghan brought your plan to a whole new level of excitement.

A/N: The last story for this project is here! Like I mentioned in the other comments, the entry of @mingsolo is out too and ssome time in the future you'll also get to read stories by @daemour @sanjoongie and @hongcherry Look for the easter eggs all of us have dropped in each story to connect them! Have fun reading!

All Jeonghan wanted was one peaceful game of pool. Yet it seemed everything and everyone worked against that wish.

First Hyungwon crashed into the pool table, questioning Jeonghan and Minhyuk whether they had seen someone. Thankfully Minhyuk - his game partner - had been able to answer and Hyungwon vanished within seconds again.

Sadly not even a real minute went by when Minhyuk caught sight of his ex-girlfriend. With a mumbled apology he thrusted the cue into Seungcheol’s hands and rushed after the girl, who seemingly wanted to escape him at all costs.

Jeonghan sighed deeply and glanced up at his best friend. He silently wondered whether he should even try to continue this game or just give up at this point.

Throughout the evening it had already been annoying enough to have all these girls lingering around him and watching his every move. Jeonghan could hear them whisper behind his back, hear them giggle the second he remotely looked towards their direction.

They were nothing compared to the girl, who decided to constantly pester him with anything and everything at once. Jeonghan barely listened to her, sending annoyed glances of help towards Seungcheol instead.

His interest only got piqued when she rambled about some messages they apparently shared. Jeonghan frowned, raking his memory for any kind of interaction like that.

Jeonghan eyed her from the side, refusing to give her the attention she so desperately wanted. She seemed familiar but not enough to get a real memory of her sparked inside his mind.

That was until he noticed Seungcheol’s tense state and how his eyes shifted between both of them. A smirk spread over Jeonghan’s lips, hiding the surprise he felt.

When Jeonghan had given her Seungcheol’s number instead of his own, he had expected his best friend to clear up the misunderstanding - not pose as him.

The girl tried once more to spark his memory about the messages and Jeonghan had enough of it. His eyes roamed around the room, noticing you sitting on a table that got pushed against the wall. Your attention wasn’t on him and a small idea formed in his head.

For the first time he turned to the girl. He looked her up and down, his eyes oozing disinterest. “Listen, I have no idea what you're talking about. Never have texted you and never will.” Jeonghan scoffed and rolled his eyes upon her shocked expression, before he turned around and wandered over to you.

Jeonghan wrapped one arm around your middle and pulled you to the edge of the table and against his body, having your thighs on either side of his hips. “Make out with me”, he murmured against your lips, staring into your eyes with such intensity that made you speechless.

You barely even nodded before your lips clashed with each other. Your eyes closed involuntarily and your hands came up to his chest, fingers grabbing his flannel and pulling him even closer to your form.

One of his hands grabbed onto your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh. Jeonghan moaned into your mouth, getting a lot more into this kiss than he initially planned. His hips bucked against your core.

Heavily panting, Jeonghan pulled away from you. He blinked several times, trying to understand what he just did. He closed his eyes again and leaned his forehead against yours.

Despite the loud music Jeonghan heard the whispers and felt the stares of the people around them. It reminded him how he always got the attention of everyone inside a room.

Jeonghan leaned back a little and looked at your face, tilting his head to one side. “You were quite interested in something before I interrupted you.”

Your eyes lit up in recognition and you moved a little to one side to look back out of the glass window front. You still saw San - the campus fuckboy - argue violently with a girl. While you couldn’t exactly make out what they screamed at each other, you had an inkling it was about their relationship towards each other.

Jeonghan followed your gaze, watching the scene unfold. “Ah, the drama.” He chuckled and turned back to look at you. A grin formed on his lips when you returned your attention back to him as well.

“Pretty sure you just created some drama yourself.”

Jeonghan let his gaze wander around the room momentarily, smirking in satisfaction. “Only with your help.” He raised his hand to cup your face and pull you into another kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Your heartbeat accelerated, your own excitement rising. Something about the way he kissed you and how his body felt against yours, drove you up the walls. Yet, you were well aware of all the attention on the both of you.

As if Jeonghan was able to read your mind, he broke the kiss and leaned back again. “How about we get out of here?”

Once you nodded in agreement, Jeonghan held out his hand and helped you down from the table. The second you stood next to him, he placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you out of the room.

Warmth spread from his fingertips on your back up through your spine and whole body. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes. Jeonghan looked out of this world, his appearance stunning and almost breathtaking.

Jeonghan guided you up to the second story, hoping to find a room there that is a little more private. Though even upstairs seemed to be packed.

You looked around, barely hiding the grimace from the dozens of people lounging around. Your eyes widened when a tall, blond guy yelled out ‘pewdiepie’ and stormed towards you.

Jeonghan wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you to the side, basically slamming you into the wall next to him and barely avoiding the collision with the foreigner.

You had your hands on his chest, mouth slightly agape from the sudden proximity again. Your eyes roamed over his features, feeling how your desire started to pool in your lower regions.

Jeonghan had both his hands next to your body against the wall, looking over his shoulder and shooting an annoyed glare towards the foreigner until he disappeared from sight. As he then turned to look back at you, his breath hitched. He finally noticed how close he stood to you, your noses only inches apart. He locked eyes with you, swallowing harshly.

“How crazy would it be to say I want you?”

“Very”, you whispered with a soft chuckle. “How crazy would it be to say I feel the same way?” You bit on your lower lip and glanced up at him through your eyelashes.

“Very”, he echoed your answer before slamming his lips against yours once more.

When you broke free, you grabbed his hand with a giggle and pulled him through the masses. You opened several doors, excusing yourself as every room seemed occupied and you didn’t intend to share the space.

A yelp escaped your lips when Jeonghan tugged at your hand and pulled you into an open closet. He shut the door behind you two, engulfing you in darkness. He could feel the heat radiating from your body and while he wanted to turn on some light to at least see you, the darkness heightened all his other senses.

Your breath got stuck in your lungs when you felt his hands wander along your body.

“Never thought I’d engage in seven minutes of heaven during a college party.” Jeonghan mumbled, pressing his body against yours. “Though I hope we’ll have more than just seven minutes together.”

You couldn’t help the giggle escaping your lips and how your hands trailed along his body as well. You tilted your head to one side, immediately feeling his mouth on your exposed neck.

Even though neither of you could see inside the closet, somehow both of you sensed the movements of the other, naturally reacting to it.

You whimpered ever so softly as Jeonghan’s fingers slid beneath your waistband and into your panties. He circled your clit, breathing deeply due to the effect of your moans on his composure.

Jeonghan moved you backwards until your behind hit a wall. He placed open mouthed kisses all over your neck while he fumbled with the button of your pants. Impatiently, Jeonghan pushed them down, letting you do the rest as one of his hands moved underneath your shirt and played with your breasts. He pressed his clothed dick against your body, limiting his own ministrations on your clit but receiving stuttered breaths from you anyway.

You couldn’t get out of your pants fast enough. Your fingers immediately flew back to his pants, opening the belt and zipper to free his hard cock. Carefully, your fingers wrapped around his length. You pumped him tentatively, loving how the close proximity made the tip of his dick hit against your lower stomach. You could feel the precum smear over your skin.

“I want to fuck you so bad”, Jeonghan groaned, struggling to hold himself together with your precise ministrations.

“Please do.”

Jeonghan inhaled deeply. He moved his hand from your breasts down to your thigh, hoisting it up and holding it high to spread your hole open for him.

You guided his dick to your entrance, body shaking the second he pushed himself inside. You wrapped your hands around his neck, playing once more with his hair. If you could you would have thrown your head back when you felt him hit the sensitive spot inside of you thanks to the position.

Jeonghan moved slowly, rolling his hips more than slamming them inside of you. He took his sweet time, relishing in the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around his length and squeezing him whenever he hit the right spot.

Jeonghan held your leg up with one hand while the other continued to rub your clit, sending spark after spark through your whole system. Despite the dark you saw stars at the edges of your vision, feeling how the knot inside of you tightened with every passing second.

“How come everyone else attending this party is a pain in the ass, yet you’re not getting on my nerves”, Jeonghan questioned, nosing along your neck and nibbling at your sensitive skin.

It took you several moments to process his words and even longer to form a comprehensible answer. “So I take it you’re not into anal, huh?”

Jeonghan snorted and pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “That”, he murmured, “is not what I said.”

“So you’re the kinky type.”

“Are you?”

You snickered softly, getting interrupted by yet another moan. “If letting you fuck me inside of a closet wasn’t speaking for itself, I do enjoy one or two kinks, yeah.”

For a moment only your pants and moans filled the air surrounding you until Jeonghan spoke up again. “Anal being one of them?”

“Maybe. You wanna find out?”

Jeonghan exhaled loudly through his nose, gently shaking his head. “Maybe.” He picked up his pace, snapping his hips into you. Next to the slapping sound of skin and his own grunts, your brabbled nonsense and pleas filled the closet. “Get any louder and our seven minutes will be interrupted, sweetie.”

You whined upon hearing his words, yet you were unable to control your own body. Your throat betrayed you, letting a moan with porn quality break out.

Jeonghan gently bit down on your jaw, kissing his way to the front until he could press his lips on yours. He successfully silenced your moans, swallowing each and every one of them.

You came undone, the explosion inside of you depriving you of every sensation momentarily. You barely realised that Jeonghan came right after you, shooting his load into your pussy. Yet, you whined from the loss as he slipped out of you and placed your leg back on the ground.

Jeonghan held you at your waist, feeling how you hadn’t regained all your strength yet. “So, about your kinks”, he chuckled and kissed your temple while rubbing circles into your sides with his thumbs.

Once the fog inside your brain lifted and you registered his words, you smirked. You inhaled deeply, nosing along his neck until your lips brushed over the shell of his ears. “You’re a curious one, aren’t you?”

“And are you one to satisfy my curiosity?”

“Come and find out.”

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jaemlonfz · 2 years ago

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MOVIE STAR

jaehyun x fem!reader

tw: english isnt my first language correct me if theres any mistakes actors!au, sex, jaehyun is kinda rude at first but gets cute at the end, creampie, sex on the couch, unprotected sex but please wrap yourself, I didn't proofread, if I have errors, help me, idk if there more.

wc: 2,9k

synopsis: you get really shy after a makeout scene with jaehyun, on your new kdrama and he makes a way of you get over it - or get even more shy.

author's note: i posted this last year and im editing it so looks better, english isnt my mother tongue so im sorry if theres any mistakes

movie star - cix

Last year was a wonderful year for your career, getting the attention you wanted and completely fair to your work, you finally started to see your career take off like a rocket. It was thanks to the second drama you did, having the role of the protagonist's best friend, the few scenes that you were the protagonist made many people appreciate your talent and started calling you for several series and films. This is one of them.

This new drama consisted of you as the lead, the famous Jeong Jaehyun as the second lead, and Hwang In-Youp as the second romance option. The script was really that common drama thing, it has a plot between two rival CEOs - you and Jaehyun - and your secretary - In-Youp. But the story at the end is about who you would end up with, and in this case it's Jaehyun.

His personality on camera is surprising, he managed to be a brat in person, even though he is the grandson of a CEO of a large company.

After several recordings, the satisfying last episodes arrived, a bit of a reward for those who were tense during the entire drama. In case you and Jaehyun finally act like a romantic couple, and that's where our problem comes in.

There was one scene in particular, after a long day of bad luck you come home and collapse in bed tired. When Jaehyun plans to make a surprise visit to your apartment and he finds you totally tense, lying face down on the bed he decides to treat you. The tiring night turned into something super fun, with movies and popcorn, something simple and pure.

Until the TV light tired their eyes, so they decided to sleep. The thing is, none of them could sleep a wink. Even though the night was fun, the concerns of your work came to the fore when you remembered that you would step in that place again, and in Jaehyun's head, there was no intense thought, but images of you rolling in slow motion, making it clear that he was extremely grateful and lucky to have you.

Moonlight illuminated the room, and two people awake while the clock read 1:27 in the morning, and you couldn't take it anymore. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, you can't sleep either?" He asked and you soon grumbled in response. Undoing the shell, you turned it to face him.

"What's going on in your head, is it insomnia again?" Innocent words come out of your mouth

"You're on my mind, that's why I can't sleep" He smiled breathing heavily. Approaching without noticing, when he noticed he was already glued to his body. Now with both heavy breaths he decided to close the path, kissing her mouth for minutes that felt like a few more hours. Kissing down her neck and neck of her breasts. His breathing was a lot heavier now.

The scene was in the script. You had to record it, but this kiss was so sincere, Jaehyun had his hands on your precious waist, moving his thumbs in circles making you shiver just thinking about it.

Thank God that the producers shouted that the take was over, as the scene was on the brink of going off script. When you heard the warning, you got out from under the covers and ran to your dressing room. Taking a deep breath and mentally hammering that it was just a scene, and apparently there would be no need to redo it.

After a few minutes of the incident, you were already in the dressing room, with an iced americano on top of the dressing table, when someone knocked on the door. Screaming they can come in you were amazed when the director entered with Jaehyun in your small room.

'Thanks to your coworker here we are going to make some changes to the script, putting in more mature scenes. After everything the characters have been through they deserve a little bit." He finished the sentence and left the room leaving you and Jaehyun alone.

Your cheeks and ears were the deepest shade of red and you were blinking hard trying to believe this was just a dream.

When Jaehyun really stopped imagining what the additions to the script would be, he looked at you, and saw your face as red as a strawberry.

"It's just a scene." He said laughing. "You think you can't do it? The most pleasurable scene of all and you'll have to call your stunt double?"

He moved closer and closer, never giving your cheeks a chance to return to their normal tone.

"Are you going to have to call a stunt double just because you're too embarrassed to give yourself up to me?" He laughed, releasing the cold air on your neck. "Where's your professionalism?"

Now Jaehyun looked exactly like the character. Arrogant with a sky-high ego, but a hottie. And you were like your character too, always with red ears and extremely hurt by your teasing, but you changed the script - at least you tried - took your still arms out of place and grabbed Jaehyun's chest trying to throw him away, but failing miserably, as he had now taken ypur hands and bent down to kiss the palms of both.

"I'll see you soon." He whispered in her ear and gave a peck seconds before walking out the door.

Your heart was racing, and after that damned conversation you had to play the part without calling in any backup, just to prove something to that damn brat.

In the new scene, you were lying on the sofa while Jaehyun's hands explored your neck, slowly sliding down, his lips were sealed to yours and your hair was completely messed up, but in such a sexy way that you wanted to die.

Seconds later his hands descended to her waist and his lips slipped in the lap of your breasts, his face was bright and his eyes completely dark. When the director shouted "Cut!" you practically jumped off the couch like crazy and ran without even hearing feedback on your acting.

Since then the scenes have become much more difficult to record, your heart has been racing more and more and the amount of times you stutter seems abnormal. A few weeks ago you and Jaehyun were practically best friends, at the end of every recording you would go out drinking and having fun, but now you leave him as soon as the take is over and he definitely noticed.

"How can my lead actress run away from me like that" - Jaehyun said entering your dressing room and locking the door. From the look on his face he had plotted something and was close to executing his new plan.

Your face has already turned red remembering those lips wandering over your neck, stuttering uncontrollably you started to walk backwards until you hit the wall.

I know what happened to you, and that's pretty sweet to be honest - He followed you like a magnet follows metal, soon joining you by the wall.

His bare muscular arm - thanks to the blessed tank top he decided to wear today - was resting on the wall next to your reddened face.

"The directors are starting to complain, saying that your acting and professionalism has gone downhill" He said with those pink lips at the tip of your ear.

"If it continues like this they will end the series, and end the contract." Now he kissed your ear. "I know how to solve this."

That was his plan. And you knew it, but you were tempted. Did your career just take off and it's about to crash? You were lucky when you signed the company papers as it was one of the biggest in Korea. But now that was a disadvantage, if they fire you they'll spread it all over the press and you'll end up broke. So you fell for Jaehyun's miserable plan.

How would you solve this? - Your voice trembled along your legs.

"If you fuck with me, you'll lose the embarrassment of kissing me in front of the cameras." He said kissing down and biting your neck.

"We don't have more kissing scenes." You complained while giving space to Jaehyun, who was about to fit his knee between your legs.

"But I can change that. Again." Now he looked into your eyes, going through your physical body being able to see even your soul. "Do you want my help?"

Jaehyun's dark eyes pleaded with you without saying anything. And you couldn't deny or nod. You only managed to kiss that pretty mouth without saying anything.

In a matter of seconds you are pressed firmly against the wall, your hands on Jaehyun's neck, scratching, and his hands are divided. One on your neck trying to pull you closer and the other squeezing your waist.

Your eyes were closed, but when the kiss broke and you went to admire Jaehyun, your vision was blurrier than the streets when covered in fog. That was Jaehyun's effect on you.

It covered you like smoke leaving you dizzy, without vision and any senses.

And in that not seeing straight, you just felt your weight being carried to the couch. You were sitting normally, if not counting the fact that your chair was Jaehyun's lap. You tried to sloppily kiss him again, but that was impossible with your shirt between your faces.

She was being lifted up so they could have a perfect view of your bra covered chest - which was left there for now.

Now the kiss was successfully conceived now that you was shirtless. Your legs spread between Jaehyun's thick thighs were in constant motion up and down his lap. Until everything stopped.

"You look beautiful with those jeans, I don't even want to take them off." Jaehyun bit his lower lip as he said those words.

"But I'm so looking forward to seeing the color of your panties, especially what they hide" Now he would throw you on the couch. Turning you over, putting your back on the pillow.

Kissing your breasts you can't help but encourage him. "Light pink, with a little bow." You whispered in the brunette's ear.

You can feel his smile in the valley of your boobs . That while he was still there, because seconds later his mouth was somewhere else.

With sloppy moans accompanying another confusing kiss you could feel Jaehyun's cold hands go down to the bottom of your pants, then down as well.

Your tight jeans - which enhanced your ass in an absurd way - were already somewhere else, because now all Jaehyun admired was you, your bra - which honestly he doesn't know why he hasn't taken it off yet - and your light pink panties, which at the moment was already in another tone due to the humidity of your pussy.

Reading the brunette's thoughts, you grabbed the boy's strong arms and helped him unclasp your bra. Now with your breasts flying in his sight, he shifted again. Repeating the position leaving you in his lap. You wiggled around in his black jeans - specifically in the tent next to his belly. - His hands resting on the back of the couch and your head leaning back releasing the most pornographic moans ever seen while Jaehyun sucked your breasts like a child.

Biting the nipple and sucking the round - relatively large - while groping the other, making a switch in a few minutes.

Your cunt was now throbbing and trying to behave by squeezing into nothingness. Jaehyun - you just meowed and that was all it took for him to notice. Your nails itched and pulled Jaehyun's shirt off, giving you the pleasure of scratching that chest.

Back played on the couch, you breathed hard rolling your eyes just feeling the wind in your hot pussy.

In a flash you saw Jaehyun tucking the pink fabric into his pocket, and then you saw his head ducking into its warmth.

The pleasure that Jaehyun's mouth would bring to your body is something unimaginable and surprisingly unique. No one would ever dare to do like him. The tongue you've kissed many times was kissing somewhere else, but it kept being sloppy making everything more fun.

Your head was empty, and you were meaningless - other than the warmth and affection received between your legs - so the noise you made was so loud, but you didn't even care. After all I just felt like moaning like a bitch when Jaehyun told you.

"Were you a porn star before taking on this role? You moan like one." Aggressive words were thrown at you, but that still didn't stop you from continuing like a whore.

You've been close since he started labor, but when his tongue starts teasing your soft spot, your clit, you freak out.

Tired of listening to you exposing to the world how good he was, his arm fumbled in the pockets until he found the pink fabric. Tucking the wet panties into your mouth, and swirling your tongue around the sensitive hole, you climaxed with teary eyes.

"Now shut up." He said lifting your pussy and taking the tissue from your throat. "I want my souvenir back."

He said and kissed you, spreading the taste of your pussy all over your mouth.

Jaehyun was so naughty and so precious at the same time. It's been months since you had any kind of relationship, and even with the rude words Jaehyun didn't hurt you.

You were almost freaking out because he made you feel so good without even doing the full job - untill now.

Innovating the position now only you were sitting on the couch. Your knees were propped up on your chest giving a magnificent view of your swollen pussy.

Jaehyun was quick to get out of his dark jeans and underwear, spitting onto his pre-cum wet dick, in a matter of seconds you could feel him getting into position.

"Open your legs please." - Surprisingly he begged, and you gave in so easily. Whimpering in response and the icy contact you obeyed by stretching your legs.

"If you feel pain let me know." - He said kissing her lip. Jaehyun is so readable now. His brows were furrowed and he was biting his lip so hard it looked like any second it would bleed. On the other hand, they felt like they were tearing you apart.

Jaehyun's thick cock invaded you completely, every firm breath you took, your insides tightened, and you both suffered from it. You swore you saw Jaehyun shake, and he swore he looked like he was going to explode.

You closed your eyes tightly when you got used to it. Head shaking when Jaehyun was free to move.

Now it was you who was trembling. Jaehyun reached you in full when standing still, now in motion you came in a few moves.

It fit so well, and you felt magnificent, and seconds later, the news was coming. Its liquid exploded on Jaehyun who had to hold back from doing the same in less than 3 minutes inside.

You were already getting used to it. Getting used to swinging full length when Jaehyun hammered you. Your head bobbing back and forth, your hands destroying his pecs - thanks to your beautiful nails - and your boobs bouncing. It was already perfect, you were going to arrive for the third time and possibly pass out thanks to your fog, until everything changed

Jaehyun in a matter of seconds he lifted your thigh and rested his knee on your shoulder, invading you even more. The tip of his cock destroyed the beginning of your womb, and your bleary eyes changed. The cloud has changed.

Your head was spinning and you were seeing stars, you squeezed when you felt your third one coming, and this time Jaehyun felt the same.

You broke out in a cold sweat when he came on you. He shot all his flavor inside you, he made you a pie. And then your squirt came hard.

Your waters dripped from your eyes and your pussy. You cried when he laughed and said you were extremely hot while you came.

"I'm sorry I didn't talk that much when I was inside you." He placed a kiss on your cheek and walked over to your dressing table to grab the wet wipes packet.

"I was very concentrated, I wanted to impress you" He laughed as he walked back to your side.

You who had already closed your legs in shame had red cheeks when he opened it again. It was impossible not to moan as he cleaned you up. Jaehyun looked like an angel between her legs.

"Thank you so much." He kissed your thigh.

You were already dressed - you were still without your panties - when he sat next to you on the couch.

"I'm sorry about the couch too, it must have been uncomfortable for you, such a small place." - He fed his addiction of kissing your cheek. "Go out with me tomorrow and we'll finish in my bed, it's much bigger."

He turned your face giving another kiss, but this time on your mouth.

"What time do you pick me up?" You replied laughing shyly.

You were definitely not embarrassed to be around him anymore. And you didn't even notice the change.

His plans always worked.

@jaemlonfz 2023

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝

pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader

genre: angst, smut, romance, slow burn, mutual pining, secret relationship

series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

word count: 7.1k

chapter summary: Everyone comes together to finally finish the renovations for the room.

warnings: phone sex but with visuals (does this make sense? i hope it does lmao), small injury, teasing, dirty talk, stripping, mutual masturbation, hurt/comfort, joel self-blaming, single parent insecurities, gray sweatpants kink do not judge me yes i know i have a problem, general insecurities revolving around having kinks, use of good girl, praise kink

Chapter Nine || Chapter Eleven

Hushed giggles and tentatively exchanged kisses linger into the morning. August is still sleeping, which means you have the perfect opportunity to sneak Joel out the door. You feel him all around. His lips on the back of your neck, and hands on your hips. Neither Joel nor you, wants him to go out that door. Joel stalls for a moment, cradling your face with large palms as he pulls you for a kiss. Your fingertips brush the doorknob. Your body melting as you feel his tongue licking over your bottom lip.

“This is kinda excitin’, sneakin’ around like this,” he says into your mouth. “When will I see you again?”

"You're acting like we don't live across from each other, neighbor," you answer with a humorous chuckle. His thumb swipes the skin right under your eye, and your smile grows in size. "But I'll see you this afternoon. Tommy is coming over, and we're going to carry everything into the room."

“Big day,” he hums. “You need me to bring anythin’?”

“Just your handsome self will be enough.”

With a sudden rise in his posture, he towers over you and pins your hips against his. Sweat beads at your tailbone, your insides clenching with the ghost sensation of his cock. His pupils are dilated.

“You sure know how to get a man all riled up, honey.” he rasps, voice dipping like sweet poison, you’d be happy to take. You shudder, an exhale escaping your lips. You feel him through the rough fabric of his jeans. Oh, the things you would give to have him in your mouth. You swallow instinctively, then, mustering all of your willpower, you open the door.

The morning sun pours through the door. Fresh, warm, and bright. The beam caresses Joel’s back and reaches all the way to your toes. A soft wind blows, ruffling his already mussed hair. You feel the growl resonating in his chest, the tremors seeping into your own worn out body. With a smile, you give him a quick peck on the side of his chin, the rough hairs tickling your lips.

“I’ll see you then, alright? And after that. . .” you drag a finger down his chest, gently poking his stomach. A puff of air escapes him. “We can have some celebratory fun.”

“I like the sound of that sweet tea,” he peers over your shoulder, briefly glancing to the living room as if someone might appear at any second. Then he drags his gaze back to you. “When’s your brother leavin’?”

“Tomorrow morning—and speaking of, can you drive us to the airport?”

He feigns offense and gasps, placing both hands right above his heart. “I knew there was a catch for last night. An ulterior motive,” he says.

“Oh, hush you,” you playfully chide, nudging him towards the door. “I can ask Tommy too if you’re busy—”

Joel is quick to cut you off “Nah, I’ll do it. It’ll be easier.” he answers, taking a backwards step through the door. The sun now fully beating down his skin.

Do you hint. . .jealousy in his tone? It’s hard for you to make sense of it, especially after the very passionate night you two shared. But in the end, you know little about their relationship with each other. The thought makes guilt rear in your heart. Wrapped up in your own grief and feelings you’ve done very little to learn more intimate details about their past.

Noticing this, Joel pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb. A lazy smile makes its way across his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you answer. He raises a brow, clearly not believing you. With a sigh, you drop your eyes to the floor. “I just realized I didn’t put in the effort to know you guys better. Which is very shitty of me.”

“Hey, look at me, sweetheart. . .” he says softly, his voice dripping like dark molasses. You do as you’re told and he smiles brightly. “We have a whole lotta time to get to know each other better. That’s what dates are for, so don’t worry so much about it. I’d hate to see you frownin’ after such a delightful night.”

“Dates?” you repeat slowly, eyes wide. He grins and your heart skips a beat.

“Yes, dates. You really thought I wasn’t goin’ to take you on one?”

Honestly, it hadn’t really crossed your mind. Having the luxury of seeing Joel whenever you wanted, even without the intention to bump into him, has made you forget about the concept of going out and learning more about one another. You just assumed “dating” meant any time he was around. Now that he addressed it, saying that he wanted to take you on actual dates. . . you’re excited, to say the least. Seeing him all dressed up for you, taking you by the hand as he showed you his favorite places. . . you can definitely get used to that.

“Okay I really should get goin’ now,” he mutters, briefly checking his arm for a watch that isn’t there. He holds your hand and squeezes it twice before heading off next door. You watch until he disappears and you close the door, a soft smile touching your lips.

You sigh and lean against the door. Some part of you wants to slide down dramatically, fully content in just thinking about him until the time you two reunite comes once again.

But you don’t. Instead, you head to the room. The hall is dimly lit, the sun not reaching the narrow space yet. You open the door and take a step inside. The painting you made of him is still there. Not that it could be anywhere else. It’s still unfinished. However, now that everything had been said and done, you don’t really have the urge to finish it. It feels complete without actually being so. You had buried your sorrow and heartbreak into this painting. Your sadness bleeding into the paint to create a disoriented mirage of the man you. . . liked.

Heat rushes to your cheeks— you really do have a problem with getting attached way too quickly, don’t you? Sinking your teeth into your tongue, you pick up the painting and lean it against the wall, the back of it facing the outside to hide what it was. It still surprises you that Joel figured it out from the tiny little bullseye you added. You had done it by impulse. And now you’re happy that you did. He must’ve been observing it quite thoroughly in order to see that little smudge.

“Well, good morning little sister.”

You jump, your head whipping in the direction of the groggy voice. August has his one eyebrow raised, his broad body leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He gives you a lopsided smile. Embarrassment rolls in your stomach.

“Auggie!” you greet him, albeit a bit eagerly. “Good morning!”

“You know that the walls are thin,” he says, ignoring your enthusiasm. A nervous laughter comes out strangled from your lips. “You know that and still—Still you decided to traumatize me.”

“I swear we were trying to be quiet.”

“God, I don’t want to know when you two aren’t trying to be quiet. Jesus. Thank whoever fuck created earplugs.”

To the untrained eye it would’ve looked like he was berating you but from the twinkle in his eye and unwavering smile, you know he’s just teasing you. Your shoulders drop and you shake your head with a grin.

“So far for keeping it a secret.”

His other eyebrow joins the other at his hairline, “Secret?” he parrots. “Why are you trying to keep it a secret?”

“There’s so much I have to tell you,” you answer. You lock your arm with his and start walking down the hall together, heading for the kitchen. “How about your little sister apologizes with chocolate chip pancakes and fills you in.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

The Millers join you in the afternoon.

Before they arrived, you and August had baked focaccia from scratch and cinnamon rolls—well, it was more you baked and Auggie kept you company but nonetheless, you still thought of his conversation as a helping hand. And he did help you knead the dough so you had to give him that. The three arrive all together, Joel and Tommy looking like hell whilst Sarah was her usual chipper self.

When you open the door, you have to admit, it’s awkward. Your cheeks heat up immediately, your eyes flitting between the two brothers. Tommy enters first, his hand on your waist as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss on the cheek. His scent fills your nostrils. For a moment you feel like you’re drowning in it. In him. Your breath catches in your throat and you awkwardly wrap your hands around him. While your face is nestled right above his shoulder, you notice Joel’s fixed gaze. His jaw locked. You can’t tell if it’s from guilt or worry, you end up looking away.

Tommy pulls away and pinches your right cheek with two fingers, “How’ve you been sweetheart?”

Oh god oh god oh god

You can feel Joel's stare piercing through Tommy's back, his expression revealing a hint of frustration. How is this supposed to work if he gets worked up this easily? You and Tommy are close friends and you intend to keep it that way. Tommy calling you sweetheart isn’t something Joel should be threatened by. Perhaps there's more to their relationship than meets the eye, some unresolved issues from their past. If Joel was just nervous, or anxious, that would be understandable—so are you—but he shouldn’t be angry.

“I’m good, thanks,” you answer with a forced smile. “How was work?”

He points his thumb in Joel's direction without turning around. “This one,” he says, “worked me beyond measure. I swear I don't get paid enough.”

“Consider yourself lucky to be gettin’ paid at all,” Joel steps in as Tommy makes his way into your home. He leans in and brushes his lips against the shell of your ear. A shudder crawls up your spine. “Been thinkin’ about you all day,” he mutters.

“Yeah?” you swallow. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

Joel pulls back, his hands skimming down your waist, he stares at you for a second. You’re unsure what he’s looking for, but whatever it is, he must’ve found it because he smiles and nods.

He trails after Tommy, and you follow. The hallway is cluttered with furniture that you plan on moving inside, followed by some bookshelves, a desk, the bean bag chair Tommy bought you, and many many boxes. The walls were completely done, the colors looking beautiful and fresh. You come to stand at the thresehold of the door, Tommy and August laugh at something simultaneously. Your nerves buzz with anxiety. August understood the situation, the messiness of it. Despite that, he still said that you should just fess up and explain everything to Tommy. He just didn’t understand you weren’t ready to have that conversation yet.

Meanwhile, Sarah is looking over the boxes. Her nimble fingers moving over the jagged corners.

“Alright,” you call out, slapping both hands together. Everyone’s attention is on you now. You grin widely. “Let’s start.”

You’re sweating.

Salty water trickles down your spine, thick and uncomfortable, as it causes your oversized shirt to stick to your skin. You've always sweated easily. Bringing another box inside, you notice August propping up one of the bookshelves. He doesn't even have a single drop of sweat on that stupid face of his. Asshole. You place the box down with a huff, and Sarah opens it, starting to place the books and other knick-knacks on the bookshelves. You had given her full control over the placement of objects, and so far, it's looking good.

Joel, rightfully so, had placed some distance between the two of you. Careful not to cheat a glance while he reassembles the table. Tommy had been silent too. He was much more talkative compared to Joel, but you could tell something was on his mind.

August catches you staring at Tommy and raises a curious eyebrow. He gives you a barely there shake of his head, making you pout in response. After that, he shrugs, disappearing into the hall to pick up more boxes. You blow an exasperated raspberry into the air and push your hair back, grimacing at the way sweat clings to your palm. You groan, wipe your hand on your shirt, then stare at Sarah again. She’s fast with stocking the bookshelf. You’re impressed.

Or perhaps you were staring at Tommy longer than you thought.

Sarah steps back to admire her work, the gothic bookshelf towers over her, its dark wood polished to perfection. The shelves are narrow, but expertly arranged, showcasing an impressive collection of books. However, something is off. You notice the wood trembling slightly, tilting, and starting to give in to gravity. Your eyes widen and at the same time your lips part to tell her to move away, the bookshelf begins its ascend down.

Stepping forward, you push her out of the way. The bookshelf crashes down, books and small cutesy decorations flying in all directions. You manage to hold it up with your forearm, preventing it from collapsing completely. Sarah gasps loudly and you hear the three men in the room shuffling around, panicked.

You feel the weight of it in your arms as you struggle to keep it from toppling over. You hate to admit, but your eyes sting with involuntary tears. Your arm scrapes against the rough surface of the wood, and a small trickle of blood runs down your skin. You hiss at the pain. Your body starts to shake—fuck, just how heavy is this thing?

So focused on trying to keep the damn furniture upright, you don’t see someone rushing to your aid. The weight suddenly being lifted, you your legs fumble momentarily. Sweat rolls down the frame of your face.

You meet Joel’s gaze as the shadow cast by the bookshelf dissipates. Your eyes burn while they adjust to the light. Only after, do you notice Joel’s hardened gaze, his clenched jaw, and his tightly wound-up muscles. A soft gasp leaves your lips. One that can be easily misunderstood as a sight of relief. Joel props the bookshelf to its original place and a beat later he’s standing an inch away from you. Chest to chest. Your heart beats in your throat.

There’s a hand on your shoulder. August, your brain informs you. And the other smaller presence near you must be Sarah. You’re still staring at Joel. Too transfixed to move your eyes away. You think you feel the brush of his fingers skimming up your arms, but you know you must be dreaming it because his hands are glued to his sides.

“You’re bleeding!” Sarah says panicked. “I’m so so sorry. I—”

Her tone snaps you out of it. Forcing a smile you turn to her and touch her hand to calm her. “It’s okay. I’m fine. It’s just a little blood.” your eyes jump across her worry-stricken face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she answers but that doesn’t stop Joel from cradling her cheeks, tilting her head, and looking into her eyes as he examines her.

“You sure, baby girl?” he asks, his tone proof that he doesn’t quite believe her. Sarah pushes his arms away and looks down at his socked feet. She nods.

Tommy takes your hand, looking over your arm. Goosebumps rise over your skin. A tingle buzzing at the base of your spine. “You’ll live,” he says with a grin and a wink. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles from you.

“I wasn’t aware you had a medical degree.”

He rolls his eyes and your heart feels a ton lighter. You’ve missed joking around with him like this, you’ve missed him.

“Either way you should get patched up,” August chimes in, always the voice of reason. You have half the mind to stick your tongue at him but don’t. “You have a first aid kit, right?”

“By kit if you mean stuff I randomly picked up from the drug store that I threw in a basket then yes.”

He narrows his eyes, parting his lips. You know what he’s going to say. He’s going to say; Come on let’s go, I’ll patch you up. But before he can, Joel steps in, his eyes not once turning to you.

“I’ll help you out,” he says. It resembles more of a grunt rather than a sentence uttered out of kindness. “Lead the way.”

Tommy opens his mouth, words crawling up the back of his throat. You don’t hear anything. August smacks a hand over his shoulder and gestures toward the door. “You two get cleaned up, the three of us will get this mess sorted,” his eyes briefly move over the scattered books, landing on the bookshelf with squinted eyes. “And we’ll fix the bookshelf up too.”

“Yeah,” Tommy follows up, turning to Joel. “Take care of her.”

“You know I will.”

There’s a weird tension in the air. Tommy’s words make you flail for a moment, the blossoming pain in your arm fading to the background, only leaving a sizzle. The brother's eyes lock with each other. A silent conversation takes place. For a moment you think Tommy knows. Your shoulders raise and an impossibly short moment feels like hours. August and Sarah seem to miss it, already starting to pick up the books and placing them neatly over the fluffy carpet. Some hopeful part of your wants to believe this is Tommy giving his blessing. But another part is telling you that it might be the opposite. A warning to his big brother, asking him not to harm what was his.

You should be offended, in all honesty.

Before you can add anything, the silent conversation is over. Tommy goes to inspect the bookshelf and Joel softly touches your unwounded warm. Taking this as your cue, you lead the way to the first-floor bathroom. One you are sure he is already familiar with.

He closes the door behind you. The soft click making your cheeks grow warm. There’s two bathrooms in the house in this is the smaller one. The sink is right next to the toilet and that’s followed up by a small shower that no one uses. Across from the toilet is a washing machine. Wanting to make the space a bit homier, you’d thrown over a handmade sown colorful tablecloth made by your grandmother on top of the machine.

Your head spins at the close proximity. You feel Joel right behind you, his body imposing and large. Knowing that the small basket is under the sink, you start to kneel down. Much to your surpirse your movement is stilled by the pressure of Joel’s palm on your stomach.

“You sit, I’ll take it out. I don’t want you fallin’ over.”

He sounds rough. Frustrated almost. It’s a surprise to you that he does. You did save his daughter after all, how dramatic sounding that might be. A grunt leaves him as he kneels down. Your heart clenches. It feels like he’s avoiding you and you hate that. You know he did it before in order not to raise suspicion but now you two were alone. Shouldn’t he be talking to you? Touching you? Kissing you? Isn’t that how it works? Your gaze slowly drops to the angry mark on your skin. Blood caked at the corners. It’s weird really. You rarely get wounded. Yet you’re calm. The feeling of pain is like second skin and it makes you uncomfortable. Like a telling of a future that hasn’t been written yet.

You don’t notice Joel standing with the small first aid basket. He looks down. A moment later rough knuckles brush your warm cheek. You lean into the touch. He smiles.

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit,” you lie. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizin’?” Once again he kneels, getting between your thighs. You spread them for him, ignoring the heat settling between your legs. He places the basket on the marble floor and takes your arm to inspect it.

“I don’t know yet. I feel like whatever is going through your head might be my fault.”

“Well, it ain’t,” he says calmly and pops the bottle of antiseptic solution. “This might sting a little.”

It does. But you don’t really mind it. Joel gently cleans the wound, and the angry shade of blood is replaced with a raw visual of skin. He starts unwrapping the gauze.

“I should be thankin’ you. You pushed Sarah out of the way, I saw.” his voice trembles towards the end, it’s such a subtle change of tone that you almost miss it. He wraps the bandage neatly around your arm, the pain now gone. “She hates it when people fuss over her. Hates it even more when she makes a mistake.”

You open your mouth to say she didn’t make a mistake, it was just faulty furniture. Joel cuts you off before you can. “I hate to admit, but that might be my fault. She takes care of me too. Some days it feels like we’re more like roommates than actual father and daughter. She had to grow up too fast because of me.”

You allow the words to sink in. It’s more painful compared to the wound gently simmering under the gauze. His hand moves from your arm to your thigh. He gently squeezes the muscle, yet still refuses to answer your gaze. You can relate to what Sarah has been going through and you’re sure August would too. It’s hard knowing that one of the two that brought you into this world refuses to be with you, take care of you. To deny their love and affection. Your stomach clenches.

Letting out a soft exhale, your curl your fingers around Joel’s hand. You notice the way his jaw ticks.

“You’re too hard on yourself. It’s not your fault. You had her when you were young right? You did your best and she turned out great. No matter what, you’re here and her mother is not. I see this, I’m sure Sarah does too. You’re a caring father Joel. Sarah loves you. I know.”

“I don’t want to be let off the hook that easily.”

“Joel. . . Hey, look at me—” You lower your voice and cup his jaw with your other hand, lifting his face up. He finally allows himself to meet your gaze. You smile. “No one is letting you off the hook. I’m just stating what it is. Ever since I’ve met you I watched you trying to give her the best life that you can. You make time for her. Love her. You have pizza days and bake brownies together. If half of the parents did what you did, therapists would be out of a job.”

You’re honestly not sure if he’s convinced. But he humors you nonetheless. Joel leans into your touch, his beard rough against the softness of your palm. A shiver settles at the base of your spine. A pleasant tingle. His lips mold over the heel of your hand, a soft purse of his lips following. Your eyes eat up the movement of his lips as it stretches into a warm smile.

“This is going to sound odd but I ever since I met you, despite the dumb shit I did, I felt lighter. Somehow. I think I now know why.” Another kiss, this time placed upon the center of your palm. A soft moan escapes your lips. “You’re my rock, honey. Thank you.”

“I can say the same about you,” you grin. “My night in shining armor, rescuing me from evil bookshelves.”

He hums, “Don’t remind me. I have half the mind to put it through the woodchipper.”

“Joel Miller, don’t you dare,” both of you laugh, yet there’s still tension lingering and swirling in your body. His thumb moves over the gauze. Up and down. He feels the fabric. “By the way, what was that weird silent moment with Tommy? He doesn’t know, does he?”

“No—I mean I don’t think so. I didn’t tell him. Did you?”

“I didn’t.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just some friendly brotherly tension. It’s normal. And Miller men tend to be a bit possessive.”

You chuckle, “You say that almost proudly.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he smirks and you feel the tips of your ears burning. “When I say possessive, I don’t mean we’re gonna lock you in a room. We protect our own. That’s good.”

You can’t help the snort that escapes your lips. “Ah yes, I forgot there were ghouls and monsters outside that we, damsels in distress, need protecting from.”

“Brave words from someone who calls me over when they see a cockroach.”

You narrow your eyes, “You swore you would never mention it.”

“I wasn’t aware that included you too.”

You playfully roll your eyes and he brushes his lips over your knuckles. They’re chapped and worn from the painting you’ve been doing of late. The rough surface of the canvas rubbing the skin raw. The small hairs above his upper lip sends shivers up your spine. Without wanting to, you clench your legs, gooseflesh prominent over your skin. The already tiny bathroom feels smaller somehow. You find yourself leaning into him as his eyes find your own. Soft drops of dark coffee reflecting the stars. His smile reminds you of a full moon. Filling you with gratitude that it’s there during a late night.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, eyes glazing over. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?”

You almost laugh when he actually works his mind for an answer, his hand coming up to scratch his scruffy cheek. The sound deafening in the small space.

It takes him only a second to decide that the answer is absolutely nothing.

The room was finally finished.

Despite the hiccups along the way, it was done. Everyone, except for Sarah, celebrated with cold beers and the treats you had made prior to when the Millers had arrived. Sarah, who had a frown similar to her father's, slowly loosened up when you brought out the cinnamon rolls. The focaccia was slightly burnt, but everyone enjoyed it nonetheless. And after an evening of laughter and filling stomachs with delicious food, the Millers left. August prematurely thanked Joel for the ride he would be giving him early in the morning before the older Miller left. The two of you climbed upstairs, argued about who should use the bathroom first, and retired to your rooms.

You had actually planned on looking over the renovated room before bed but your muscles ached and you felt positively exhausted from a day well lived.

What you don’t expect, however, is for the phone to ring.

“Hello?” you say into the receiver. “Joel?”

“Hey sweetheart,” a modulated deep voice follows. “Look out the window.”

With a smile, you step closer to the window. A soft and gentle light embraces the space of his room. The hue of the light is a delicate fusion of a tender shade of crimson, as if infused with the gentle blush of a lover's kiss, and a mellow, yellowish glow that evokes the subtle warmth of a peaceful summer evening. You notice the firm body that stands in the middle of the window. Shadows dance over his being, half of him buried in a warm darkness. He’s wearing a long-sleeved shirt that has three buttons, all of them open, exposing more of his sunkissed skin. His gray sweatpants hang low over his hips. He looks soft and comfortable. Reminding you of delicate pastels.

“So. . .” he clears his throat, his voice awakening something deep in the pit of your full stomach. “Whatcha wearin’?”

You snicker and shake your head, “Joel. . . You can see me.”

“Sorry,” you can both see and hear the smile in his voice. “I never know how to start these things.”

“Did you change the lights?” you ask, ignoring the heat bursting all over your skin. Did he call you for phone sex? You try not to look too hopeful. “It looks nice.”

“Thanks. I have a couple of settings actually, I would have to claw my eyes out if I had to use the actual yellow light all the time.”

“Careful, Miller. It sounds like you’re trying to build up to something.”

“What if I am tryin’ to build up to somethin’?”

God, his voice. It’s so smooth and raspy. Your head spins a bit and you regret that the bed isn’t closer to the window.

“You look a bit warm, honey,” his voice drips like thick molasses. His tongue slowly rolling over each and every word. As if he can taste it. “Maybe you should. . . take off your shirt.”

You’re hot and bothered. Slick already gathered between your legs, the fabric of your underwear sticking to your skin. But despite it all—the heat, the sound of his voice, the growing ache between your legs— you let out a loud, unattractive laugh that you subdue quickly with the back of your hand. You hear him let out a low chuckle as well. A sound that makes your legs shake.

“Are you asking me to strip?”

“Perhaps.”

“Only if you do the same, handsome.”

“Alright, I reckon we make this interestin’,” he coos. You can’t see clearly but you like to imagine he has one of his eyebrows raised. “How about we play a little game? Strip for each other, put on a show to see who breaks first?”

“Hmmm, I do like games,” you answer, tapping the plush of your bottom lip with your forefinger. “But it won’t really be fun if there isn’t a reward. . .”

“Smart girl,” he breathes out slowly. “If I win, I get to play with you however I want. And you have to take it.” before the heat can settle at your lower back, he quickly adds. “Unless what I’m askin’ isn’t to your likin’ of course. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“You almost make me want to lose the game, Joel. Very enticing,” you say, your lips breaking out into a cat-like grin. “If I win I want to roleplay.”

“Roleplay?” he chokes on the word, which only makes your smile broader. “Roleplay as what?”

“Undecided.”

You’re relieved when you hear the familiar sound of his laughter. You genuinely have no idea what you would want him to roleplay as, you had just blurted out the first thing that came to your mind. Overexcited with the prospect of the game. When he speaks again, his tone is laced with something dark and heavy. You attempt to indistinctively rub your thighs together. You hope he doesn’t notice how near the edge you are already.

“Alright, honey. Take off your shirt.”

With a short nod, you place the phone on the desk briefly to take off your shirt. You hiss as the cold air caresses your pebbled nipples. Already hard and aching. You pick the phone back up. Joel breathes heavily.

“No bra?”

“I would never sleep with a bra. Too uncomfortable.”

“Shiiit,” he groans out, large hand moving down to cup himself through his gray sweatpants. “Squeeze them for me, sweetheart. Play with your nipples.”

“O-Okay.”

You underestimated how hot this would be. Gnawing the inside of your cheek, you tuck the phone between your shoulder and ear. You gingerly cup both breasts and start to knead them, your thumbs brushing over the peaks. A soft sigh escapes you. You eat up the way Joel is watching you. His eyes glued to your chest, his hand stroking his cock sideways, the outline of his length visible from where you stand. You swallow.

“Now you,” you mutter. “Do the same.”

He swiftly takes off his shirt, your eyes instinctively drop to the swell of his stomach. Your hands longing to caress his flushed skin. “Now what?” he asks.

“Spread your hand over your stomach, really feel the skin under your fingertips,” your ears burn with embarrassment but you can’t help yourself. Your mouth waters. “After that softly drag your nails down your chest.”

When he complies without hesitation, you grow more comfortable with the situation unfolding in front of you. Joel strokes the soft flush of his stomach, slides his hand up his torso, and then drags his nails down the expanse of his chest. You pinch a nipple. A moan echoes from the back of your throat and you swear you see his hips jerk into the air.

“Are you hard for me Joel?” you say, lips brushing against the end of the phone. “Tell me how bad you wish I was there.”

“So bad,” he grunts unintelligently. He drags his nails down again, shuddering when he applies more pressure than before. “I’m hard as a goddamn rock. I wish you could feel it for yourself. I’m a mess under there.”

“I love messes,” you hum. “Can I touch myself?”

“Fuck,” he groans and spreads his legs. “Sure, sweetheart. I wanna see you—all of you, bare as the day you were born.”

You move to do as he says and with the corner of your eye, you notice movement from the other window. You click your tongue and he stills.

“I didn’t ask you to do the same,” you warn without any real threat behind it. He licks his lips and straightens up. “Stroke yourself through your sweats. I. . .” you clear your throat, your shyness coming back with full force. “Uh. . .”

“You want me to edge myself?” he adds for you. His tone is softer, more like he’s comforting you rather than trying to seduce you. Kicking your pajama pants and underwear to the side, you meet his gaze. “It’s okay honey. You don’t need to be shy when you tell me what you want. Especially not now.”

“I guess not, Sorry about that,” a nervous laughter escapes you. You feel the haze of arousal slowly starting to dissipate, making you hyper-aware you’re standing butt-naked in the middle of your bedroom. A chill settles over your skin and you wrap your arms around yourself. You think you see Joel’s frowning. You might have a clear view into his room but detecting facial expressions are always tricky. His sigh vibrates in your ear.

“If you want to stop we can,” he says trying to be helpful. You shake your head. You don’t want to stop. You really don’t. But it wouldn’t be the first time you make a fool of yourself when asking for something. “Okay then,” he speaks slowly, tenderly. Your heart melts. “You know I really liked that.”

“Liked, what?”

“The draggin’ the nails thing. I rarely indulge, I definitely didn’t before. Until I met you. You make me want to take pleasure even in the smallest things—the smallest moments. I want you to feel the same, darlin’. I don’t want you to think you need to hide anythin’ from me.”

“Really?”

You hate the way your voice cracks. Hate the way your lips form a shaky smile. You don’t want to be this shy, nervous little thing. It’s hard when even the slightest care from someone—from him—turns you into a puddle of emotions. He continues to speak. You only focus on the tone of the voice, of the feeling in it. He reaches into your chest, takes out something bright. And that brightness warms you both. Joel tells you to touch yourself, to rub that pretty clit of yours, and before you know it, you’re doing exactly that. Pleasure heats up your shivering body. You swallow down your moans as they become louder, puffs of uncontrollable air parting your lips.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels, tell me what to do.”

“It feels good,” you say between pants. “Would be better if it was your fingers but still it feels very nice,” your knees buckle, a jolt of electricity rushing up and down your spine. “Jerk yourself off but don’t remove the sweatpants.”

He groans into the phone when he finally wraps his fingers around his aching cock. Joel slightly hunches over, his fist jutting through the fabric every time he strokes himself. You’re only slightly guilty about not telling him to strip entirely. You bet his cock looks delicious; the head dripping with precome. But the hidden aspect of it is far too good to pass up. It’s desperate and raw. Your brain musters up an image of him coming home late, tired, thinking of you. . . his cock half-hard all day. Too lazy to take care of himself in the shower or remove his clothes. It’s an image of pure hunger. Delectable. Your fingers swirl around your throbbing clit, your fingers coated with shiny slick.

“Shove those fingers inside, press your palm into your clit,” he commands, jaw almost touching his chest. You fumble for a moment, wanting to continue and come. “Now,” he growls and you jump, your walls clenching around nothing.

When you do as he says you stumble forward. Forehead hitting the glass as your legs begin to shake. You grind your palm into the sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers deep but not nearly enough to douse the fire between your legs. You breathe heavily through your mouth. Every time your hard nipples graze upon the cold glass you shudder, your moans becoming louder.

“Fuck,” Joel groans into your ear. You force your eyes to stay glued to him, half-lidded as you watch his stomach clench and unclench over and over. “That’s it, keep your eyes on me, pretty girl. You’re close aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” you whimper, and your breath fogs up the glass. Despite your very being trembling with lust an idea takes shape in your head. “Joel—” you moan, a bit louder, praying to every god and goddess you can think of so August doesn’t hear you. Joel grunts. You notice his hand starting to jerk faster, more sloppily. “I want to see you come, please.”

“Nice try,” he breathes out a heavy chuckle and you swear you can feel it fanning across your neck.

Thankfully, you’re a stubborn woman. “Please,” you start to beg, catching him off guard. Your fingers move quickly inside of you. In and out, in and out. The wet sounds echoing in the bedroom. “You look so good, I’m—I’m about to come.”

“Good,” he huffs, sounding debauched.

You don’t yield.

“You want to hear it?” you purr, your walls tightening around your fingers. “Do you want to hear how wet I am for you? How turned on I am by all this?”

“Y-Yea, sweetheart. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make.”

You must be possessed. That is clearly the only explanation as to why you’re pulling the phone away from your ear to where your fingers are buried. You fuck yourself deep, biting your bottom lip so hard that you fear it bleeds. You desperately wish you could hear Joel. But all you can do is watch. His lips are part wider, his throat bobbing with every sound that tumbles out of his lips. Your eyes drop to the movement of his hips. He fully grinds himself into his fist, a dark patch growing at the front of his sweats.

When your legs shake uncontrollably, your own hips jerking to meet the thrusts of your fingers, you place the phone back to your overly heated ear. You open your mouth to speak in hopes to push him over the edge, but you remain silent as you hear a symphony of oh gods echoing from the other line.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, I’m comin’, sweetheart—” he rasps between gritted teeth. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t believe what you do to me. I can’t believe I’m—” he cuts himself off with a moan, his own forehead finding the smooth surface of the glass similar to yours. “I’m gonna cream in my pants like some teenager—”

“I want to see,” you whisper and pull out your fingers, starting to wetly circle around the tender pearl of your clit. “Please come for me, Joel. You look so good. . .”

A strangled, choked out sound vibrates in his throat. Momentarily the hand that holds the phone is braced against the window, his hips stuttering into his hand uncontrollably. His voice comes muffled. He thrusts into his fist, once, twice. . . then breathes heavily through his nose, his lips trembling with a swallowed-down whimper. His chest heaves beautifully under the soft red hue, the shadow hallowing out his eyes.

Slowly, he places the phone back to his ear. His other hand is still hidden underneath his sweatpants. “Your turn, honey,” he breathes. “My sweet girl. My good fuckin’ girl. Come for me. You don’t need to hold yourself back anymore.”

You fall with the aid of his words spectacularly.

It’s a rush. A warm feeling that rushes up from your toes and reaches every nerve of your body. You’re completely pressed against the window now, your breasts smushed up against the glass. Somewhere in the background, you hear Joel telling you to be careful, asking you to take a step back. But his voice is so far away and you’re so lost in the daze of your delicious orgasm that his warnings fall on deaf ears. Slick drips down your wrist, the inside of your thighs, drops of clear fluid dripping to the rug underneath. You’re half aware you’re whispering his name, swallowing down your need to scream and feel his body over yours.

“Thaaaat’s it, gorgeous. Just like that.”

You grind down further down your fingers before pulling them out. Without much thought you drag them over your body, wet straks glistening under the artificial light.

“God,” you gasp, your voice hoarse. “Joel that was. . . amazing.”

“I couldn’t agree more, darlin’. You should lay down. You look like you’re about to collapse.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, sleep suddenly clutching at your body with exhaustion. “I wish you were with me,” you whisper. “I don’t want to stop looking at you.”

“I can come over,” he mutters. “Sarah’s asleep.”

“No, no,” you wave your hand and swallow, your mouth dryer than sandpaper. “We both have an early morning anyway. I’ll just have to suck it up,” you weakly smile, hoping he can see it. Your heart skips a beat when you see him smiling back at you. “Good night.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”

The line goes dead and begrudgingly you turn to your bed. Your mind wanders to last night when he was nestled behind you, his warm body curling around your cold one. You let out a sigh. You feel sedated but still, something worrisome lingers in your veins. You’re not sure how this whole thing is supposed to go. You can’t see the end.

And that bothers you greatly.

a/n: I for the life of me cannot believe I've written ten chapters of this series. And honestly, I wouldn't have managed it without everyone's support so thank you very much! The "looking through each other's windows and playing the dirty game" was requested by an anon (even tho I slightly altered it for the chapter) and I fell in love with the idea immediately. So a special thanks to them!

as for the roleplaying. . . I am open to suggestions! In fact please send me some because I have no idea lmaofdvf my only thought is making him cosplay as spider man lmaodfv so feel free to raid my askbox with suggestions!

thank you so much for reading, wishing everyone a lovely day xx

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