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softspiderling · 4 months ago

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illicit affairs - part seven | r.c

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The shower was still raining down on you, and if the both of you weren’t buck ass naked, this would probably be incredibly romantic and you’d consider just spilling your guts to him. You exhaled deeply, blinking the water drops out of your lashes. What Rafe said made sense. But were you ready to give up more of him, just because you couldn’t keep your feelings in check?

“So? Are we putting a stop to this?”

OR; You deal with an intruder, lose your temper and Rafe and you take a shower.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: SMUT! 18+ only! (oral male/female receiving)

word count: 2,6k

author's note: long awaited im guessing HAHAHAH i hope you have survived so far. finally introducing the third character of this series.... you all know him. as usual, happy reading and i look forward to hearing about your thoughts <3

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pt. seven: "tell yourself you can always stop"

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

The “intruder” was standing shock still, the two of you staring at each other. You didn’t think that was going to hurt you or anything, but the rollling pin was still raised in the air, ready to strike any second. While you didn’t necessarily share the disdain for pogues as your friends did, it didn’t mean that you trusted him. He broke into your house after all.

JJ Maybank, possibly the definition of a pogue, was standing in your hallway, hands raised in defense as he eyed the rolling pin in your hand. He looked almost bored.

“I said, what the fuck are you doing?” you repeated, your voice strained.

“Uh, standing. What are you doing, princess?”

You let the nickname slide, glaring at him.

“Defending myself against an intruder.”

“Intruder?

JJ barked out a laugh, his hands clutching his stomach like he just heard the funniest joke in his life, though he quickly raised his hands again when you pointed the rolling pin closer at his face.

“You just broke into to my house, what are you if not an intruder?” you asked, affronted.

“I didn’t break in on purpose!”

“Oh, so you just accidentally broke into my house??”

“Hey, to be fair, you left the door unlocked.”

“Are you blaming the victim right now?”

JJ bit back a grin, his hand slowly reaching out to lower the rolling pin. You let him, but remained wary, your arms dropping to your sides.

“What are you doing here JJ?”

JJ took off his cap, running his hand through his messy hair once before putting his cap back on.

You tried to ignore that you thought he was hot.

“I was coming out of Ruby’s and trying not to be seen by anyone, thought I could hide out here for a bit,” he explained and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Ruby Evans? She has a boyfriend.”

“Yeah well that would’ve been good to know before I hooked up with her and almost got caught by said boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes at him. Figured JJ would be caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Obviously you knew JJ, but only really on the surface. You didn’t exactly run in the same circles. But you knew that Rafe didn’t really like him, neither did Topper, but mostly because JJ was John B’s best friend. Kelce didn’t really have much of an opinion except for the fact that he thought JJ was hot, so that was that. What you did know, however, was that JJ shared the same disdain for kooks that Rafe did for pogues, so to catch JJ on the other side of the island was newsworthy.

“I’m surprised you’d get caught up with Ruby,” you said. “I thought you hated kooks.”

JJ merely shrugged, grinning at you.

“Why deprave the female population of the other side of the island of an experience with me only because of something they can’t change?”

You snorted, biting back a laugh because you knew that if he thought you thought he was funny, it was over for you. JJ took the moment to let his eyes wander over you, and you stopped yourself from wrapping the linen shirt around your exposed body. This was your house and you weren’t gonna let someone else make you feel uncomfortable. Much less a guy.

“Had a pool party?”

“Something like that,” you replied, meeting JJ’s gaze straight on. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, his boyish grin growing.

“Should I take it personally that I wasn’t invited?”

You gave him a look and JJ winked at you, before his face lit up, like he remembered something.

“Hey, your parents are organizing the spring fling, right?”

“Yes, why?” You asked back, suspicious.

“Well, I was wondering if you could do me a favor…” He started, rubbing the back of his neck. “I need some money to fix up my bike, and the country club always pays well. But the hostess kind of hates my guts, so she’d never hire me if I applied for the job. You think you could put in a good word for me?”

It was odd how JJ was able to switch from sarcastic to bashful the minute he needed something from you. You had heard from other girls that he was something of a womanizer, and the fact that he just came out of Ruby’s house just proved the point. So you tried not to put much worth on the grin he was giving you.

Most people would probably call it charming. You weren’t most people.

“… I’ll see what I can do.”

“Cool,” JJ said, honest to god pointing finger guns at you. This guy was unreal. He turned to leave the way he entered - through the patio door - but before he shut the door, he looked back to you, one foot already out of the house. “You’re not so bad for a kook, princess.”

JJ slipped through the small gap, closing the sliding door behind him. With a deep sigh, you locked the door, pulling down the blinds for good measure before you headed back to the kitchen. You put the rolling pin back in its place, shutting the dishwasher before switching it on, trying to act like that just didn’t happen.

Turning off all the lights downstairs, you headed towards the hallway, preparing to go to bed when two short raps came on the front door before it opened, as Rafe let himself in like he had been invited over. For some reason, it made you mad. You let out a sigh as you took him in and he raised a brow at you.

“You really need to lock the doors when you’re home alone precious,” Rafe commented and you snorted under your breath.

“Tell me about it.”

He shut the door behind him, locking it and you freed your hair from the claw clip, shaking your head out, feeling a migraine coming on.

“Did you really clean up the mess in the kitchen by yourself?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

“I would’ve helped you,” Rafe pointed out, annoyed.

“Well, you didn’t exactly tell me that you were staying over,” you retorted, just as annoyed. “Or that you were coming back.”

“Why are you being an asshole?”

Rafe’s irritation was evident in his voice and you let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry Rafe. I’m just tired, okay?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling your shoulders slump a little. “If you came to fuck I don’t think I’m really in the mood today, so you can just leave. I’ll just take a shower and go to bed.”

You didn’t wait for an answer and turned to walk into your bedroom upstairs, heading straight to the bathroom. As you stripped down, throwing you bikini and the overshirt in the hamper, you thought you heard the front door shut. You tried not to let the angry tears in your eyes fall as you stepped into the shower, instead, you turned the water on, letting it drench your whole head. Fucker, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe that he’d just leave like that. Before all of this, he never would’ve just left.

Then again, you wouldn’t be in this situation either. Was this how it was going to be from now on?

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, you didn’t even heat the door to the bathroom clink open. Only when the glass door of your shower squeaked, you were made aware of Rafe’s presence as he stepped inside. You really had to work on your spatial awareness. He stepped under the shower stream, the water immediately soaking him up, your eyebrows shot up in surprise and Rafe gave you a displeased look, pressing himself against your backside.

You kept quiet for a few seconds, the knot in your chest unfurling slightly, and you found yourself leaning against him.

“I thought you left.”

“You know you’re my best friend, right?”

Rafe’s voice was quiet as he murmured into your ear, his hand coming up behind you to cup around your breast. You bit back a sarcastic reply, because surely this wasn’t something a best friend would do.

“I wouldn’t just leave when I know you’re upset about something, you think you’re just a piece of ass to me?”

“I don’t know what we are these days,” you muttered, half hoping that Rafe didn’t hear you, but based on the way his hand clenched around your waist, he did hear. He turned you around in his arms, frowning down at you.

“Precious,” Rafe said, his voice tight. “You’re my best friend. Yes, the sex is fucking great, but it’s not worth losing you over. If you’re starting to question our friendship, we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.”

The shower was still raining down on you, and if the both of you weren’t buck ass naked as the day you were born, this would probably be incredibly romantic and you’d consider just spilling your guts to him. You exhaled deeply, blinking the water drops out of your lashes, trying to clear your head. What Rafe said made sense. But were you ready to give up more of him, just because you couldn’t keep your feelings in check?

“So? Are we putting a stop to this?”

Rafe took a step back. It was small, he barely moved, but to you it felt like a mile. You couldn’t go back to just being only his best friend, so before he could move away even further, you reached out to pull him back in, leaning on your tiptoes to kiss him. Rafe grunted into the kiss, seemingly hesitant for a second before he all but melted into you, his hand wrapping around your hair to tilt your head further up. You lost yourself in the kiss for a second, your hands intertwining on the nape of his neck before you pulled away when it got too heated.

“I’m too tired for sex,” you said, though you couldn’t deny the warmth unfurling between your legs.

Rafe eyed you for a second, before he nodded, turning you in his arms again, his chest against your back.

“Let me take care of you.“

With a flick of his wrist, he turned the water off, before he ran his hand down your waist, fingers slipping between your thighs. Your breath hitched, pressing further into him.

“Rafe.”

“Relax,” he murmured into the skin of your neck, tongue lapping up the water droplets that clung to your shoulder. “If you want me to stop, I will.”

His hand ventured further down, one finger dipping into the warmth of your folds and you let out a soft sigh, the stress leaving your body. You had half a mind to tell him to stop, you you found yourself saying nothing. Your hand wrapped around his bicep, searching for something to hold onto while the pad of his thumb stroked circles over your most sensitive little spot of nerves, having you moan out his name.

“That’s it,” Rafe said, leaning further down so he could slip his finger into your cunt, your gummy walls opening up to his digits, your knees growing weak. Both of you were still wet from the interrupted shower, and you should’ve been long cold by now, but all you felt was Rafe’s warm body pressed up against you and the heat coiling in your lower stomach. Rafe’s movements weren’t fast paced, but he applied pressure in just the right places, you felt your orgasm coming in no time.

“Shit,” you gasped, laying your head against his chest, catching Rafe’s eyes on you, seeing a hunger in his eyes you couldn’t quite place, but before you could question it, he kissed you, stealing your breath away. The kiss was the last thing that threw you over the edge and with a small, breathy moan you came apart on Rafe’s fingers, clinging onto him for dear life. As you caught your breath, Rafe placed his hands on your waist, steadying you.

“You good?”

You let out a grunt, squeezing his wrist. “You know the shower is one of the most dangerous places to have sex in?”

“… That doesn’t sound right.”

“Shut up,” you huffed, taking your hands off of Rafe, testing your footing, before you turned, getting on your knees.

“Hey, you don’t have to do this.”

“Didn’t I just tell you to shut up?” you asked back, wrapping your hand around his cock and Rafe let out a moan, carding his fingers through your hair. “Your dick has been pressed into my back for the past 15 minutes, let me suck you off.”

“If you insist.”

Rolling your eyes wordlessly, you pumped his cock for a but, before licking a strip along his shaft, making Rafe curse above you. You only smirked to yourself, before you wrapped your lips around his cock, knowing that was all he wanted right now.

“Fuck,” Rafe hissed, his grip on your hair tightening, thought you didn’t mind, your focus solely on sucking the life out of him. Your tongue was pressing against the small slit on his tip as you moved your mouth along the length of his cock, hand still wrapped around his lower base, where you couldn’t quite reach. You weren’t a beginner when it came to cock sucking, but you weren’t a professional either. It was safe to say that Rafe was pretty content with your skills though.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you took in as much of his cock as possible, continuing to suck on him, a mixture of saliva and Rafe’s precum smearing around the edges of your mouth, making a whole mess in your face, though you continued unperturbed.

“Shit, you really give the best head prec-”

Your nails dug into his thighs, and he cut off, replacing your nickname with your real name, and you eased off his thigh, sighing softly as the head of his cock brushed against the back of your throat, hoping it wouldn’t bruise again. It didn’t take long until Rafe slowly started thrusting into your mouth, his hips stuttering that you knew he was close.

“I’m about to come,” he warned you, his voice hoarse and the grip on your hair less hard. You only let out a hum of acknowledgement, not lessening your movement until Rafe spurted his cum down your throat, groaning out your name. You took your mouth off his cock, having swallowed his bitter cum and wiped your mouth, satiated.

Meanwhile, Rafe was leaning on the shower wall, gently extricating his hand out of your wet hair, heaving breaths.

“You’re a minx,” he told you, pulling you up for a quick kiss. You only grinned against his lips, swatting at his bare chest. Nipping on your lower lip, Rafe reached behind you to turn the shower back on, to finally finish what you had come here for in the first place. Together, you showered quickly and thoroughly and as Rafe washed the soapy suds off of you, hands all over your body, it felt intimate but not in a sexual way. You tried not to think about it too much.

When the both of you were done, hands all prune-y, you exited the shower, wrapping yourself in a robe and handing a towel to Rafe so he could dry off. You did a quick run through of your nighttime routine, while Rafe watched bemusedly as he brushed his teeth, but didn’t comment on it. When you were both done, crawling into bed, your hair still damp, you settled into your side of the bed (which was a wild statement in itself, as Rafe turned off the light in the bedroom, before getting in bed on the other side. You were content to fall asleep, safe and soundly tucked in, when Rafe reached under the blankets to pull you close against his chest, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck.

Your cheeks heated, and you side eyed Rafe as he got comfortable in bed, your shoulders tense.

“I meant what I said,” he then muttered, arms wrapped around your waist. “If you ever feel like our friendship is changing or this makes me feel like you can’t trust me, you gotta tell me precious. I don’t want to lose my best friend.”

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you mumbled, laying a hand on his, trying to reassure him, even though your heart was racing a mile a minute. Rafe didn’t reply, and before long, his breath evened out, but you were still wide awake.

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author's note: okay real talk, how many of you guessed who the intruder was???

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onlinesuzie · 3 months ago

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♡ looking after hamzah’s good boys ♡

words: 1.4k

genre : fluff

summary : Hamzah has been so busy filming with Martin for their YouTube channel that he desperately needs someone to look after his two kittens. When he discovers that Mandy’s friend can help, it’s definitely worth the shot.

note: this is my first fic, hold me guys im very nervous!! im aiming to make a part 2 of this soon which will be more smutty. i wanted to separate them just in case you’re wanting some fluff only!!

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Hamzah paced restlessly, his steps an obvious sign of his anxious anticipation to meet the girl Mandy has spoken so well of. Occasionally, he would pause to tenderly scratch behind Red's ear, while Blue, bounced around in front of the mirror, attempting to fight his own reflection. It had been a couple days since you had agreed to care for Hamzah’s kittens for a few hours. Your knowledge of Hamzah was extremely limited, you only knew that he played games and filmed videos with Mandy’s boyfriend. This unfamiliarity left you feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, similar to Hamzah's own awkwardness as he now sat beside Red, glancing at his phone, waiting for your message confirming you are now outside around 1 o'clock

As you neared his place, your heart quickened. It wasn’t a big deal, you had been around many cats and other people's pets, but this felt different. There was this almost magnetic pull, a sense of significance that you couldn't quite explain. Perhaps it was the mystery surrounding Hamzah, the possibility of discovering someone wonderful, or meeting someone who you wish you had not have. He lived alone, and without the comfort of an introduction from Mandy or Martin, you felt exposed and vulnerable. Yet, as you climbed the stairs, any second thoughts melted away. You sent a brief message: "I'm here," and stood outside, anticipation and hope swirling within you.

From within, you could hear clumsy, heavy footsteps approaching. A tall, curly-haired boy appeared on the other side of the glass-paned door. He quickly turned the knob and opened it inward, shuffling his feet to create a path into his home. Two ginger kittens immediately pushed past each other, darting straight towards you and nuzzling their heads against your feet and legs.`

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about them. They don’t get many visitors,” the boy, who you presumed to be Hamzah, said swiftly in a deep voice, pushing his curls back from his forehead.

“No, no, don’t worry about them,” you replied with a light chuckle as you bent down to gently stroke one of the kittens. “It must be my plan of covering myself with catnip to make a good impression.”

“Yeah,” he laughed too. “I guess it’s working a little too well.” He knelt down to stroke Red’s belly as the kitten sprawled on the wooden step in front of the door.

"Fuck, sorry," he exclaimed, standing up abruptly and surprising Red enough to roll back onto his front. "You haven’t even had a chance to come in yet. Do you need any help getting up? I mean, you probably don’t need my help—" He extended his hand, and you took it, letting out a soft groan as you hoisted yourself up.

You let go of his hand first, readjusting your bag on your shoulder. His place was very bright, with stark white walls and a distinct lack of decorations. Beams of light streamed through the kitchen window, landing almost angelically on Hamzah as he swiftly looked away when you made eye contact. His eyes were a warm, inviting brown, a striking contrast to his demeanor, which was quite obviously nervous. This surprised you, as Mandy and Martin had described him as some talkative third wheel.

Clearing his throat, he said, "So, yeah, um, this is it! The home of me and my sons. Sorry about the mess—" There wasn’t really a mess, just a few taped-up boxes and many cat toys scattered on the floor, which he kicked aside to clear a walkway. "So, yeah, that was the kitchen, and this is my living room." He turned around, trying to gauge your reaction. Only then did you get to see those warm brown eyes again.

"Is this where the cats spend most of their time?" you asked with a small smile, breaking eye contact to admire the makeshift cat sanctuary scattered around the room, with mismatched cat towers and scratching posts lining the walls.

"Not really," he replied. "They prefer my room, but I'd rather have them out here. My room is just... I don't know, it’s just my space. So, while you're here, could you please stay out here?" You nodded in agreement.

He went over his house rules, none of which were surprising or new to you, having done similar favors for other friends. The only rule that stood out was his insistence on not entering his room, even if the cats scratched and pleaded to be let in. It didn’t bother you; you understood he had boundaries. Yet, as he explained the various ways to reach him if something happened, you found yourself distracted, noticing the flutter of his eyelashes as he spoke. His love for his kittens was evident in the way they cuddled up to him, purring loudly. You found it endearing how passionately and seriously he took the few hours he’d be away from them.

As he continued, you began to notice other sweet details about him. It wasn’t just his words, but the gentle way he interacted with the animals. His hair was beautiful, the kind that looked soft to touch, even calming to run your hands through. You felt a bit creepy thinking all these things about a stranger, especially one you were essentially babysitting for. But you told yourself it was just harmless thoughts.

Hamzah seemed to notice your distraction and paused, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Sorry if I'm going on too much," he said, his voice softer now. "I just really care about these little guys."

"No, it's fine," you reassured him, meeting his warm brown eyes again. "It's sweet how much you care."

A comfortable silence settled between you two, broken only by the soft purring of the kittens and the distant hum of city life outside. Hamzah cleared his throat again, as if trying to muster up the courage to say something more.

"So, uh," he began, rubbing the back of his neck, "I was thinking, only if you’re comfortable of course, maybe we could grab a coffee sometime? You know, to say thank you properly, I mean if you like keep them alive."

Your heart skipped a beat at his unexpected invitation. There was a sincerity in his eyes that made the idea appealing. "I'd like that," you replied, a genuine smile spreading across your face.

"Great," he said, looking both relieved and pleased. "I know this little place nearby. It’s quiet and has the best coffee."

As you both stood there, the awkwardness slowly melting away, you felt a sense of anticipation. Maybe this arrangement of Mandy’s wasn’t just about looking after his kittens; maybe it was the beginning of a something different.

Hamzah was getting ready to leave. As he picked up his keys, the sound caught the attention of the two kittens, who scampered over and nudged his leg just as they had done to you earlier.

"I'm sorry, guys. Please don’t make this harder than it already is. You’ll be fine," he said, opening the door and contorting his body to slide out without the kittens following him. Just before leaving, he popped his head back around the door and called out, "Look after my boys. Remember, you can text me anytime; you already have my number."

"I will. They’ll be good boys for me, won’t you?" you replied, cooing and scratching between Blue's ears. Before you could stop yourself, you added, "Be a good boy for me too, Hamzah!"

You cringed at your remark when you noticed Hamzah's eyes widen and his mouth slightly agape. "Yeah, haha, I'll, um, make you proud," he stammered before accidentally slamming the door. You heard his heavy footsteps quickly descending the steps.

As you settled in with the kittens, you couldn't help but replay the interaction in your mind. There was something undeniably charming about Hamzah, and the idea of getting to know him better was exciting. Red and Blue, sensing your calmness, snuggled up to you, their warmth a comforting presence.

You glanced around the room, taking in the little details of Hamzah’s life. The minimalist décor, the scattered cat toys, the way the light filtered through the windows—all of it told a story of someone who was caring, thoughtful, and perhaps a bit lonely.

As the day wore on, you found yourself looking forward to that coffee date, the possibility of discovering the person behind those warm brown eyes, and the gentle way he cared for his kittens.

#slushy noobz #hamzahthefantastic #hamzah x reader #hamzah x y/n #thatmartinkid #nervous hamzah

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rafedaddy01 · 1 year ago

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Hate sex with like enemy Rafe and him saying “I’ll make it fit” 😩😩😩😩

“Look who it is!” My mother beams at my father as I snap my head in the direction she indicates.

Ugh. Him.

Rafe Cameron. Kook King. My sworn enemy. And also my childhood crush.

I roll my eyes as Rose and Ward walk up to greet my parents with Rafe hot on their trail.

Shit. He looks fine.

He’s wearing a black button up with the top button exposed. His shirt is tucked into his black dress pants and his hands hang in his pockets like he could care less about being here.

He probably does, he hated being seen in public with his family, im surprised he’s here.

“Y/n” he greets coldly as I stare at his outstretched hand.

I look him dead in the eyes before reaching out and shaking it.

“Sit down, sit down!” My mother says to rose.

“Oh no. We have reservations! Ward is meeting with some business partners to discuss Rafe taking over the business.”

So that’s why he’s here.

He stands silently still, his eyes raking down my body and up to my eyes where he smirks once he’s noticed he’s been caught.

“Who knew trolls could clean up so well” he laughs at his own pathetic comment.

“Funny.” I say bluntly as our parents continue small talk for a few minutes.

“Here I thought I caught your attention. With the way your eyes were roaming my body I’d say you want me Cameron” I say as I lean my elbows on the table, giving him a show of my cleavage which he gladly takes.

“Ha! Not a chance sweetheart. Not even if hell froze over” he leans closer before bopping my nose.

I scrunch it as I prop myself up and turn my head away, refusing to stare at his smug face.

“Well, that’s our cue” ward announces as some important looking men walk through the front entrance.

“We should catch up soon!” My mother shouts as they walk away, rose turns around to give a brief thumbs up.

We continue our family dinner and after a few moments I get tired of my parents flirting. “Excuse me, restroom” I mutter, which they barely hear, and head head towards the hallway where the bathrooms are.

As I round the corner I bump into a broad chest.

“Oh! Excu-“

“Watch-“

I look up and am met with beautiful blue eyes, the same eyes that I’m dreamed about since grade school. The same eyes that look at me with disgust when they realize who I am.

“Move out of the way Cameron” I gruff and I try to push past him.

“Bitch” he mumbles.

“What did you say?” I snap my head back so fast I think I get whip lash.

“I said your a bitch” he repeats, trying to hold back his smirk.

“You know..” I start, walking towards him and catch him off guard, he steps back and his back hits the ladies room door.

“I don’t get what your issue with me is! Ever since we were little you always have to pick on me. Why? Huh? Is it cause I’m smaller than you? Or is it cause your so jeal-“ I can’t even finish my sentence before I’m pulled into the bathroom.

“What the hell-“

My back is now against the door and Rafes face is inches away from mine.

“Do you ever shut up” his breath is hot and smells of whiskey and cigars, oddly comforting.

“What?” I ask.

“You never shut up, always yapping about something. Maybe I need to teach you how to be quiet”

I’m perplexed as my breath catches in my throat and I gulp, pushing my thighs together.

Rafe cocks an eyebrow at me and looks down, “you like that? The idea of me shutting you up?” He runs his nose down the column of my neck and I let out a shaky breath.

“I think you do” he whispers in my ear before nibbling my neck.

“Fuck, y/n” he groans in my ear and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

In this moment I don’t even care to remember how much I hate him.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you gave me attitude in gym class back in 9th grade” he confesses as he sucks a sweet spot on my neck.

I swallow hard and my eyes screw shut as my hands grasp the back of his neck, “take what you want” I whisper.

He stops and looks at me before reaching over and locking the door.

We lock eyes and Rafe smiles as he leans forward and captures my lips with his. I moan against them and he picks me up and leads me towards the sink.

He pulls away and turns me around so my ass rubs against his straining zipper.

He runs a hand down my back and I jerk up at his touch, “shit your fucking sexy” he whispers as his hands travels down and under my dress.

He locks his eyes with mine in the mirror and his hand meets the wet patch on my panties, which he quickly tugs down and spreads my legs open.

“Watch me fuck you” he says as he unzips his pants and they fall to the ground with his boxers.

My eyes widen in fear as I peer over my shoulders.

“Rafe! Will- will it fit?” I bite my lip anxiously as he grins and slaps my ass, causing me to yelp.

“I’ll make it fit” he shoots my a wink and sinks into my soaking heat.

My mouth shoots open as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in.

He picks up the pace and I can no longer hold my head up, it falls down and Rafes quick to grip my hair causing me to hiss as he pulls it back.

“I said watch”

I grip the counter as his thrusts pick up and he groans.

“Fucking perfect” he mutters “wanted this for so long baby” he hits a particular spot deep inside me and I squeeze his cock.

“Rafe!” His hand comes around and presses against my mouth.

“Shh. I’m teaching you to be quiet”

He stares at me through the mirror as his thrusts become relentless and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

I’m squeezing him so hard and he moans in my ear which sends me over the edge.

“Fuck fuck fuck” Rafe hisses out as he delivers a few sloppy thrusts and cums inside me.

He leans over my sweaty body and catches his breath before pulling out and getting himself together.

I turn around and he smiles at me.

He looks like he didn’t just fuck me into oblivion. Me on the other hand? I have red cheeks, messy hair, and hickies on my neck.

“I want you to walk back out there with my cum dripping down your thighs, let everyone see the marks left on your body and know that your taken”

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips before smacking my ass.

“I hate you” I scowl. Which causes him to laugh.

“But your pussy doesn’t”

He winks and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me a heated mess as I try to find my underwear.

I give up and try to make myself look as presentable as possible and head back to our table.

My parents barely noticed I was gone.

When I sit down my phone dings. It’s a message from Rafe.

*see attachment

“Looking for these?”

It’s a picture of Rafe holding onto my panties and winking.

I blush as I shift uncomfortably and watch him stride out of the bathroom hallway before shooting me a wink.

Fuck me. What have I gotten myself into.

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fangisms · 1 year ago

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due november

A/N: was feeling particularly soft and magical this september afternoon, so im here to feed the beasts (with love) gif creds: @osvaldrps-archived

Pairings: Husband!Neville Longbottom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your family of nearly three share a moment in the living room. 0.8k words

Warnings: set when both are ~20s-30s, pregnancy, established relationship, dorky dad neville, fluff, smutty intentions but only jokes

It's all got Neville worried down to the bone. The weight of being a good husband was heavy enough without the impending uncertainty of fatherhood. Which is not to say he isn't a good husband or that he wouldn't be a good father, but the stress of it can be crippling for the nervous wreck that he is.

Though, his shakiness is ever soothed by the way you hold the back of his head when you kiss him, the way you clean his glasses of dirt smudges, the way you catch his eye in your sweetly flowing skirts, dresses, and blouses. Daintily, he'd say, very prettily.

"They're like house pets at this point," you remark, tip-toeing over the vines weaving between the slats of your hardwood flooring. Throughout the kitchen, greenery creeps in through open windows, finding home in doorframes and across the ceiling. They can't help it. The September chill is getting to everybody.

"I just can't bring myself to trim them!" he chirps, catching your waist when you trip into his side, belly protruding against your floral house dress. "On second thought—"

"No, no, Nev! I like it. I like them. It's free interior design."

"Damn weeds. It's a free death sentence."

"You're just a pessimist!" you tease.

As open to ogling as you always seem to be, he hates that you can still make him blush after all these years. Even with duckfoot ivy weaving its way through your shared home and baby names listed on the chalkboard by the door, he's still blushing when you so much as look at him.

And right now, you're looking at your horticulturist's dirt-smudged under shirt exposed beneath his striped button down. Which also happens to be smudged with dirt.

He clears his throat.

"Nervous, my dear?" you tease when he diverts his gaze from down your neckline.

"Hmm? Oh, no, not at all"—his voice falters, and he tries to focus back on the delicate clay pot in his hands—"Craving anything for lunch?"

"Nothing much," you sigh, "maybe a bite of my husband."

He blinks, eyes wide open but blank like the dial tone is just ringing through his skull. He places the empty pot gently in the sink basin, moving both damp hands to your waist with that doe-eyed look.

"You've already got one in there, lovebug, we can't go around trying for another now, can we," he says. You toss your head back with laughter, and he watches you in annoyed amazement. Since when were you impervious to his awkward charm. "Come on, lunch. Anything you want."

He cups his hands together around your lower back, letting out a soft breath when you push his hair out of his face and thumb the dirt from his brow.

"Let's see... couple of ice lollies? Sounds good, dunnit?"

"Well-rounded, definitely," he says, patting your bum with a chuckle. "I'll make some sandwiches. And I've got time for a walk after."

"You'll spoil me rotten, Mr Longbottom!"

"Watch it, or you're getting triplets."

"Oh, you're nasty, Mr Longbottom," you tease, holding his chin and leaning in for a kiss. He spins you round and pats you towards the living area.

You hurdle a couple of roots and make it halfway to the hand-me-down chaise lounge in the corner when you feel a sharp twitch.

"Christ," you yelp, grabbing the arm of the chair with a hiss, slightly bent at the waist and taking a deep breath.

"Baby? What's going on?"

"She's kicking again!" Your palm is splayed across your rounded belly as you practice deep, circular breathing. There's a harsh clammer from the kitchen. Then silence.

Then he appears in the opening, hair flopping down over his forehead, brows furrowed, towel flung over his shoulder, so still you'd think he saw his old, cranky professor.

"...She?" he huffs, pushing a hand through his hair.

"Oh. Oh, Nev, I—" You cup your palm over your mouth with a sharp breath in. "You wanted it to be a surprise. I'm so sorry."

But a smile makes its way across his lips, pulling and tugging at the soft pink as he shuffles closer. Two strong hands meet yours on the curve of your belly, welcoming another jolt. One reaches for the back of your neck, and he leans in to kiss your worried forehead.

"We're having a baby girl?"

You nod, tears welling in your eyes when he tilts your chin up to peck your wobbly bottom lip. You feel the stubbly skin of his cheek with the pad of your thumb and let him kiss you once more.

"I was so restless, I had to know," you huff, "I'm such a spoilsport! You were so excited, Nev!"

"I know. And you're not a spoilsport. I'm still excited, know why?"

"Why?" you say, wiping your nose and pouting at him. He grins.

"Because she's ours."

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nisuna · 8 months ago

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I got super inspired last night, so here's a short drabble about the smut adventures of cult leader!geto x non-sorcerer!f!reader let's goo

I have more planned along the lines of: First time sleeping with him; Public sex in front of his followers; Making you call him by his First Name during sex; Saying I love you during sex; things I have mentioned in my headcannon post (I might do a poll for the next chapter 🙈)

Feel free to check out the headcannons for this AU for more context! (part 2 here!!)

TW: heavy nipple play; nipple sucking, biting, pinching; manipulative geto, short non-con, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual orgasm, FIRST KISS, trust issues, crying, he calls you "pet", power imbalance; cult leader!Geto x non-sorcerer!f!reader

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"Geto-samaaa... I need a break today. Please, no more.", you huffed in his arms. Your hips and back were starting to hurt from the countless nights that you've been spending with him.

"What do you mean, pet? Have I overworked you? Oh poor you. But there has to be something I can do to satisfy myself. Tell me, what activity do you enjoy that doesn't involve my cock?"

You felt stumped, but something did come to mind. "Che..."

"Hm? What was that, pet? You need to speak up.", he demanded, looking at you expectedly.

"Chest.", your timid voice broke the silence. "I like it when you play with my chest Geto-sama."

After hearing the words leave your mouth, a toothy grin appeared on his face.

"Good job. Look at you speaking your mind. Such a good pet. Well then, get ready.", he cooed, loosening the knot on your robe. "Tonight, I'm going to town on your chest. Nothing more, nothing less. I promise."

He didn't lie when he said he would go to town, because that's exactly what's been happening for the last half hour. You were on all fours above him while his hungry mouth was sucking in your right nipple. Much to your dismay, however, he was paying attention to the right one ONLY. And at this point, you were getting impatient.

"Mmh whyy~", you mewled.

That caught his attention as he unlatched his mouth from your sensitive nub.

"What is it, pet? You don't like it? That can't be, you were the one who suggested this in the first place. I can practically feel you dripping all over me."

"It's not that...", you mumbled, turning your head, because you didn't have the guts to face him right now.

"What is it then? You have to speak your mind. How elese am I supposed to know if I'm doing something you don't like, hm?"

You sucked in a deep brath and squeaked. "The.. the other one..."

"Hm? Come again?", he cocked an eyebrow, putting his fingers on your chin, finally making you look at him.

"The other one...why do you only play with the right one. What about the left?", you mumbled trailing off.

His mind went ding as he smiled up at you. "Oooh your other one wants attention as well, hm? Why didn't you say so? I'm more than happy to oblige." He hummed caressing your cheek with his large palm.

"However, that service comes at a price."

"What do you-?"

"You have to put in a quarter to play."

"A what? I don't think im following Geto-sama..."

"Oh my dumb little pet. I'm talking about this, of course.", he smiled while sliding his exposed cock through your wet folds.

"Mh- no you said we wouldn't do that today!", you tried your best not to succumb to temptation.

"Just the tip, pet. I promise. Do that for me and I'll suck on your tits all night long.", the way his deep and smooth voice rolled off his tongue like honey made you weak.

How could you say no to such an offer. He wouldn't lie to you right? Geto-sama was a man of his word, you can trust him.

So you reluctantly nodded your head yes and began lifting your hips. He was quick to grab you by your hips and push into you. As promised, he didn't go deep and stopped immediately. You felt relief wash over your body as you tried your best to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

You let out a few huffs before finally discarding your robe, saying. "Mhh, I did my part of the deal. Now's your turn...AH-", as you were about to press your left tit against his mouth, he bottomed out, making you whine his name.

"Geto samaaa noo, you promised we wouldn't.. you.. you lied to me.", you sobbed, digging your nails into his exposed chest. The tears collecting in your eyes almost made him pity you. Almost.

"I'll continue pampering you, don't worry, this is just a quick detour."

You had no energy to defend yourself in his tight grasp, so you let him bully his fat cock into your tight little hole without protest.

After a few thrusts, he sat up, keeping you on his lap and finally fulfilled his part of the deal. His tongue darted out to your neglected left nipple while he pinched your right one between his long fingers. His hips kept rocking up into you while his hungry eyes kept looking up at you all throughout his ministrations.

Your tears of disappointment soon turned into tears of pleasure as you started losing yourself in his grasp. It was when he started to stimulate your puffy clit as well that your mind went blank. The expressions you were making were so nasty, that they soon pushed him over the edge as well.

It was the first time both of you came at the same time and it was understandable that you lost your mind at the intense feeling. It was when he kept fucking you through your high that you lost your sense of self and didn't notice that you grabbed onto his face and pushed your lips against his. Your mouth fell open as a needy moan left your mouth at the feeling of getting filled to the brim. You were so out of it that you didn't notice his eyes shoot open and hands halt all movement.

This was the first time you two ever kissed. Cult leader geto always saw sex as an act of service and obedience. Never once has he thought about kissing someone like you. He talked you through it and prohibited you from ever trying, or else...

Your eyes shot open as well at the lack of reaction and you almost had a heart attack at the realisation of what you have just done.

You were beyond terrified, immediately pulling away and shivering at the sight of his blank expression and his sharp eyes burning holes into you.

You began trembling in his tight grasp as your next words came tumbling out. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Geto-sama, please forgive me-", you sobbed.

As you were about to pull your hands away from his face, he stopped you. You were petrified, expecting the worst. But to your surprise you didn't feel a punishment come your way. Instead, you felt him press his lips against yours and holding your hand in place on his cheek. The kiss was hungry, his tongue prying your mouth open and all you could do was moan and just take it. When he finally pulled away, you didn't dare speak, blinking at him with fear evident in your eyes. Your confusion only grew when you heard him let out a chuckle.

"You surprised me for sure, pet. But let's continue, I quite liked it.", he mumbled.

You nodded, letting out the breath you were holding as you closed your eyes and puckered your lips. While you were making out, you felt him harden inside of you again. This was going to be a long night, after all.

From then on out each time he crashed his lips against yours and made you cream on his cock over and over he thought "fuck it" abandoning his principles. All because of you.

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puppyslutposting · 13 days ago

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18+ spitroasting threesome petplay fantasy under the cut :3

Picture this: I'm getting spitroasted between a dom and an inexperienced sub. I'm panting and barking while the dom ruthlessly treats my needy cunt like a glorified fleshlight, sending shockwaves of pure ecstacy up my entire exposed body. The fucking is so good that I'm almost completely braindead and my eyes are rolled up into my head as I mindlessly whimper and moan with every smack as he pounds my cervix with his cock-tip.

Meanwhile, the sub is on his knees in front of me, watching and stroking themselves off. Their face is beet red and they're covering their mouth with one hand bashfully, unable to look away from the erotic scene.

"Here man, go ahead and use his mouth." The dom says, reaching forward with one hand and opening my jaw with his pointer and middle finger. "He won't bite, and he barely has a gag reflex, so you can really go to town on him."

The sub hesitates. It's clear by the look on their face that they want to, but they're just a bit too bashful to make that move. And so, noticing this, I lean forward a bit while still being drilled from behind and pop the tip of their dick in my mouth. They whimper and grab the back of my hair with a shakey grasp as I swirl my tongue around their leaking cock-tip, and eventually they can't help but to start bucking their hips.

"There you go, babe." The dom coos to the sub "Now doesn't his mouth feel so nice?"

The sub moans in response, their hip thrusts exponentially getting deeper and deeper until they're essentially throat-fucking me. I'm gagging every now and again and tears are streaming down my face, but I'm loving every second of this. I feel high out of my mind from the mix of painful and pleasant sensations, and my body just can't get enough of it. I'm addicted to it.

"Oh fuck, i-im getting close-" the sub suddenly blurts out between intense moans and heavy panting. They grab the back of my hair tighter, bracing for their orgasm, as their pelvic movements become faster and more sporadic.

"Oh God, me too. Don't you dare pull out, let him have it." The dom groans as he starts to speed up as well. The room is filled with the rhythmic sounds of skin on skin and lustful moaning as I brace myself to get filled in both ends.

It's no surprise to me when the sub pops first. They pull my face into their bushy pubes, using the back of my hair as a handle. All I can smell is their sweet pheromonal musk, and it only makes me feel higher and more intoxicated with pleasure. They throw their head back and let out a series of higher-pitched whimpers and moans as I feel their cock pulse against my tongue and warm ropes of cum shoot HARD against the back of my throat.

"Th-that's right, swallow every drop. G-good boy." The dom sputters between grunts and heavy breaths. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming too. I'm cumming-!"

And just like that, with one last hard SMACK as his hips crash into mine, he starts cumming inside of me. I can't help but to moan deeply around the sub's twitching, sensitive cock as I feel the dom's seed shooting directly into my cervix, filling my hungry womb to the brim. His nails dig into my hips as he grips me with incredible force, growling and groaning deeply with every rope of cum he spurts into me.

Once the both of them are completely finished and done catching their breath, they both pull out and admire their work. I'm a braindead, drooling mess. My tongue is hanging out of my mouth as my jaw finally gets a break, and I'm moaning quietly and panting like a dog. My ass is still up in the air and cum is steadily dripping out of my pussy, running down my throbbing t-dick and onto the sheets. The dom, seeing this, reaches up and fingers his dripping cum back into my pussy.

"Ope, don't wanna waste any now, do we? Good boy. Aren't you just the prettiest puppyslut I ever did see?~"

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ihavemanyhusbands · 2 years ago

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Sneaky Link (18+ ONLY)

DBF!Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.5k words

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), DBF!Hotch, Age gap (still placing reader at mid-twenties), oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, cursing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT IRL!!), creampie, exhibitionism-ish? (it's poolside), anddddd lmk if anything else I missed!

A/N: IM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS RN PLDFNGBJKFNGB PLS ENJOY !!!!!!!!!

The summer was off to a great start.

Your parents decided to go sailing in Greece for three weeks, so you had been tasked with house-sitting.

Well, to call it a house was inaccurate, really. It was more like a mansion. They had much more space than they needed, but your parents loved flaunting their wealth.

For your part, you didn’t care much about extravagance, even if you acknowledged your privilege. You’d rather accept their money for things like education, for instance.

Still, it was nice to have a pool and a large garden for yourself. You were in desperate need of some unwinding, and you knew some sunshine and fresh air would do wonders for you.

You’d just moved out of your apartment, deciding to come back home for some time to hunker down and focus on sending out applications for a postgraduate degree.

But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t procrastinate a little first. You had all summer, after all.

It was a nice, sunny day, perfect for lounging by the pool. Your parents had just left the previous night, so you filled in the silence with music blasting from your speakers. You brought a book and your laptop down to the pool area, and you were on your way back in for some lemonade when the doorbell rang.

You hesitated for a moment, considering running up to your room to get a t-shirt. You were only wearing a turquoise bikini and a measly beach cover tied around your waist, and you weren’t sure if that was appropriate enough to greet someone at the door.

But then you figured fuck it, it was hot outside and this was technically your house, so you could do whatever the hell you pleased.

You opened the door to reveal someone you only knew from pictures and anecdotes — your dad’s best friend and next-door neighbor, the famous Aaron Hotchner.

Based on the pictures you’d seen, you already knew he was very handsome… but good lord, nothing could compare to the real thing. You couldn’t help blushing, suddenly feeling very exposed, but you tried to maintain your composure.

His dark eyes were drawn downwards before quickly returning to your face, a friendly smile on his lips.

“Hi, you must be Y/N,” he greeted, extending his large hand toward you. “I’m Aaron. Your father has told me so much about you. He’s having me keep an eye on you while they’re gone, make sure you’re good.”

“Oh, man, I hope he didn’t tell you any embarrassing stories.” You rolled your eyes playfully, returning the smile and shaking his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too. It’s nice to meet you in person, finally.”

“Nice to meet you, too. You know, they’re both very proud of you, I can’t blame them for talking my ear off,” he said. “Sorry to show up unannounced, just thought I’d introduce myself.”

“Oh, no worries at all. I was just going to tan for a bit,” you said, gesturing to your swimsuit. “Do you want some lemonade or anything?”

“Sure, thank you, sweetheart.”

Your blush deepened a little at this. You stepped aside to let him in, his arm just barely brushing yours as he passed. In the kitchen, you poured him a glass and handed it to him. Covertly, you watched his throat work as he drank it all down, licking his lips when he finished.

You took a sip of your own, averting your gaze demurely. You weren’t usually very shy, but you were unsure of what to say to him. He was very close to your family, but to you, he was still virtually a stranger. A really, really attractive stranger.

And you just happened to be home alone with him.

He crossed his strong arms over his broad chest, his gaze wandering despite his best attempts at being respectful. He exhaled slowly.

“I have to say, your dad showed me an older picture of you. I almost didn’t recognize you when you opened the door.”

You shook your head in amusement. “I know he keeps one or two in his wallet. I’m surprised my mom never brought out the photo albums.”

He smirked. “I think she was waiting for you to be home for that. She probably wants you to get all flustered.”

You already were a bit flustered then, but you weren’t going to admit it to him. You fanned yourself a little with your hand, the expansive room suddenly feeling warmer.

“You’re welcome to join me at the pool, by the way. If you don’t have anything else going on, that is,” you offered. “Though you might need a swimsuit.”

“Oh, I don’t mean to intrude…”

“Not at all! Maybe that way we can get to know each other better.”

The truth was you were curious to see what was underneath that white polo and jeans, which hugged his lean muscles oh-so-deliciously. His thick eyebrows raised just slightly, and there was a certain glimmer in his eyes you wanted to decipher. Your eyes scanned his features, lingering on his lips for a long moment before moving on downwards.

You had the strangest urge to get your lips on that sharp jaw of his, just to hear what sound he would make. He had a pleasantly deep voice already, so you could only imagine…

You swallowed hard, trying to bat those thoughts out of your head. You needed to get a grip. Nothing could happen between the two of you, of course. That was impossible. Your parents would literally kill both of you.

But there was no harm in looking, right?

After a charged moment of silence, he shifted in his seat a little, but then nodded and got up.

“I’ll go get changed and come right back.”

“I’ll leave the door open.”

You brought an extra towel outside for him and settled onto one of the lounge chairs. Undoing your beach wrap, you began applying sunscreen to your legs. Then you moved onto your arms, humming along to your music.

“Here, let me get some on your back,” you heard Aaron’s deep voice behind you.

You looked back at him, eyes snagging on his bare chest and the smattering of dark hair across it. You couldn’t help it, your eyes betrayed you by sinking further down, right to the happy trail that ended at the hem of his swim trunks.

You nodded quickly, handing him the bottle and moving your hair out of the way. Boldly, he sat behind you, rubbing sunscreen between his hands. Your body jerked slightly as he started tenderly spreading it on your back, and your eyes fell closed at his mere touch.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” He asked casually.

You shook your head in response.

“How come?”

“I’m not really interested in guys my age,” you said with a small shrug. “They play too many games, and I’m not with that.”

“But you must have an army of admirers, surely.”

You huffed in amusement. “Not really. Boys ignore me because they know they can’t have me.”

He chuckled, his fingers grazing the top of your shoulders. “That’s surprising to me. You’re such a beautiful girl, I don’t see how anyone could ignore you.”

Butterflies burst in your stomach at his words. “Better to be alone than in bad company, right?”

“Yeah. You don’t need some silly boy, anyway. You need a gentleman.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder. “Well, let me know if you know any.”

All too soon, he was done with your back, but you offered to do the same to him. Okay, maybe you were a little too eager to get your hands on him, but this was innocent enough. You didn’t want him to get sunburned, either.

“What about you?” You asked, trying not to sound too curious. “Where’s Mrs. Hotchner?”

He chuckled as if he’d been expecting this question.

“There’s no Mrs. Hotchner. At least for the time being.”

“Ah, I see. So you don’t need to be running home any time soon.”

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he smiled. “You’ve booked me for the entire day. Who knows what you’d get up to if I didn’t keep my eye on you.”

In a small moment of bravery, you smirked. “No good, of course.”

“Just as I thought. We can’t have that, now can we?”

You shrugged flirtatiously and batted your lashes prettily, not promising you were going to behave even if he was there.

Both of you lay in your respective lounge chairs, parallel to each other as you soaked up the sun. For a couple of minutes, neither of you said anything, but you surreptitiously snuck glances at one another.

Behind the cover of his sunglasses, his eyes trailed the thin rivulets of sweat trickling down your sternum. His fingers flexed as he suppressed the need to reach out. You glanced down at the movement of his hips as he readjusted his position, clearing his throat. You weren’t sure what sort of game you two were playing, but it was entirely too riveting.

You sat up, hesitantly reaching for the straps holding up your bikini top.

“Do you mind if I undo these? I’m not gonna take it off, but I have this cute strapless dress I want to wear, and I don’t want the tan lines.”

“Uh, um, sure, no problem,” he said, a little taken aback. “Let’s just keep that between us, okay?”

“My lips are sealed, Mr. Hotchner,” you said, keeping eye contact as you undid the straps, holding the top up with one hand as you lay back down.

“Let me get you some more lemonade,” he muttered, getting up and quickly padding inside.

You bit down a mischievous grin, knowing you were getting to him. If looking was all you could do, might as well make it more interesting. There was no harm in a little flirtation, either.

When he came back, you switched hands in order to get your glass from him. You smiled at him in appreciation, tilting your head back to look up at him. God, he was so tall. What the hell were you to do with so much man?

“Isn’t it crazy that we knew of each other from so many stories but never met before today?” You said as he sat back down.

“Well, I’ve heard you’re a busy girl. This is your first time home in a while, isn’t it?”

You nodded. “Gonna be spending some more time here, for sure.”

“That’ll be really nice. Hopefully, we’ll get to spend some of it together.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s that now? You like me already?”

“It’s hard not to.”

“I think I like you, too, Aaron.”

You smiled at each other for a moment, the tension between you on the brink of snapping. Your eyes kept being drawn to his lips. A spark of heat ignited low in your belly, and it was becoming harder not to pounce on him.

“I should probably shift onto my stomach, I need to even out my tan,” you said quickly, shifting over as gracefully as you could. Hopefully that way, you’d have a moment to collect yourself.

“Here, let me help you undo the back,” he offered, and you shot him a look that was both startled and exhilarated. “You said you wanted to even out your tan, right?”

You nodded, suppressing a gasp as you felt the last string holding up your top slide off.

“T-thank you,” you said.

“Anytime, sweetness. I’m gonna cool off in the pool if you wanna join me at any moment.”

You heard the water splashing and the small groan of relief that followed, which made you shiver. Of course, he knew what he was doing. He was not ignorant to the fact you were teasing him, and he figured two can play that game.

You were hyper-aware of his presence as you lay there, trying to keep still. Only a few minutes passed before you finally caved, your body’s instincts taking over.

He was swimming from one end of the pool to the other, fully submerged, so he didn’t see you sit at the edge and dip your legs in. Your arms were crossed over your chest, covering your breasts. You languidly kicked your legs in the water, watching his movements.

When he surfaced, he pushed his mop of dark hair back, blinking drops of water off his lashes. His movements ceased when his eyes fell on you.

“I was getting a little too hot,” you said, voice breathy and low.

“Well, no need to hide from me, darling girl,” he purred, wading just a little closer. “I promise I’m very well-behaved.”

You slowly uncrossed your arms, arching your back slightly and pushing out your chest. The coquettish smile on your face nearly unmade him then and there, but he held himself back. Letting you take control of the situation was quite titillating, and he wanted to see just how far you would take things.

He licked his lips. “There we go. What a gorgeous sight you are.”

You could basically feel your heartbeat in your pussy at that point. You feared you might combust if he didn’t touch you soon.

“Don’t you want to come closer? I don’t bite.”

“I do,” he said, his smile taking on a lupine quality.

“Then I insist.”

He swam over, and you parted your legs so he could situate himself between them. Your hands landed on his broad shoulders, and you shuddered a little at the cool touch of his skin.

Your nipples hardened, attracting his attention momentarily, and once more he licked his lips.

“Are you sure?” He whispered. “You know we can’t tell another soul about this, right?”

You nodded eagerly. “You’ll find I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Without further warning, he dove forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue rolled around it as his fingers came up to tweak your other nipple. You couldn’t help the needy mewl that escaped you, back arching further.

“Kiss me,” you breathed, taking his face in your hands and bringing your lips to his.

The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, and he was still palming your breasts as his tongue tangled with yours. You moaned into his mouth, and the next thing you knew, he was pulling you in with him. You let out a little yelp of surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He chuckled, moving to kiss your jaw. “Said you needed to cool off, right?”

“Jerk,” you teased, swatting his arm playfully.

His arms encircled you as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest. His tongue lavished attention on your breasts once more, and soon enough you could feel an insistent bulge prodding at your clothed center.

“Oh, I’d really like to give you a hand with that,” you said, raking your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other reaching down to caress him through his swim trunks.

He sucked in a breath at the small touch, pulling back in order to nip at your bottom lip.

“Then I guess we should take this outside, right away.”

He sat you back on the edge and pulled himself out of the pool. You wasted no time in discarding your bikini bottoms, toweling yourself off under his scrutinizing gaze. He did the same, and you pushed him onto a sunbed under the shade of an umbrella.

And since you were already not wasting time, you bent down to lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock, which lay hard against his abdomen. His hips bucked as you kissed the tip, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he groaned, fingers grazing your cheek adoringly. “Simply irresistible. You could see the effect you had on me, hmm?”

You nodded, slightly rubbing your cheek against his hand in a silent plea.

He smirked at this, twisting your ponytail around one hand and using the other one to feed his cock into your mouth. You hummed around him. He was so thick that you weren’t sure how much you’d be able to take, but you’d never been a quitter.

The sounds he was making as you bobbed your head proved to be very efficient motivation, as well. You felt the head hit the back of your throat, but still, you kept going. His grip tightened each time he heard you gagging, but he kept relative control of his jutting hips.

You reached between your legs to touch yourself, fingers easily slipping through your soaked folds. At the sight, something in him snapped.

“Come here, I want to taste you,” he urged, and you released him with a loud, obscene pop. “I need you to sit on my face right now.”

He pulled you up and you maneuvered to situate yourself atop his face, legs straddling his head. You hesitated, momentarily fearing you would suffocate him, but he pulled you down eagerly.

He devoured you like you were his last meal on earth. Your entire body tensed at the feeling of his tongue flicking and circling your clit. Your hips bucked, but his large hands were holding you down by your thighs.

You reached back, palming his length as best as you could, stroking the head with the tips of your fingers. He thrusted into your grip, his deep moan vibrating against your cunt.

Pleasure was like a cresting wave, threatening to break. It made your body feel red hot as you neared the peak, but you wanted to hold off a little longer.

“A-Aaron… I’m-I’m gonna…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

At this, he only doubled his efforts instead of releasing you. He sucked on your clit before his tongue dipped inside you, and you ground against his face desperately.

Your orgasm seized you, rippling throughout your entire being. You cried out, head thrown back and eyes fluttering shut. He let you ride it out, prolonging it a little with languid strokes of his tongue.

You were still trembling a little when he placed a kiss on your inner thigh, beaming up at you, eyes glazed over with desire and pride.

“You taste like absolute heaven,” he panted. “Such a sweet pussy.”

“Were you able to breathe?” You asked sheepishly, biting your lower lip.

“Oh, honey, even if I couldn’t, I would’ve died the happiest man on Earth,” he kissed your thigh once more, making you sigh. “Think you can take my cock, pretty girl? Or do you need a break?”

You nodded frantically, moving back so he could sit up and kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, instantly hooked. There was something about him that was making you feel wild and unrestrained, almost animalistic.

Had you ever wanted someone so badly before? No, not like this.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked between kisses.

“Yes! Please, just fuck me already. I can’t wait any longer.”

He flipped you onto your back, pushing your legs up to put you in a mating press. Breath escaped you as he slowly sank into you, letting you feel the entirety of his length. He kissed you slowly as he bottomed out, overwhelmingly deep inside you in the best way possible.

“That’s it, good girl,” he groaned into your mouth. “You take me so well.”

His strokes were long and deep, making you see stars. All coherence flew out the window as you lost yourself to the all-consuming feeling of him.

He continued to murmur praises into your ear, kissing a spot right behind it that made you shudder. You sighed his name, gasping as he ground his pelvis against you.

“You keep sucking me back in, honey,” he grunted. “Are you close again?”

You whimpered in response, eyes heavy-lidded as you looked up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose, smiling fondly.

“Good, because I want you to come with me. Can you do that, sweet girl?”

“Fuck yes! Come inside me, please,” you begged as he picked up the pace, hips snapping against yours. “Oh, fuck… give it to me. Please, please, please.”

You tumbled over the edge a second time, clenching him hard. Your nails dug into his biceps as you cried out. He hissed through his teeth, muscles seizing up as he spilled inside of you. His last few strokes were sloppy and shallow as you both rode out your highs.

He leaned his sweaty forehead against yours as you both breathed hard. You looked at each other and chuckled, flush with endorphins and utter satisfaction. He kissed you once more and you knew it was a feeling you would never tire of.

“I’m really glad I stayed to keep an eye on you,” he said, bringing your legs down to a more comfortable position, still sheathed inside you. “If this was you being a good girl, I have to wonder how you are when you’re bad.”

You smirked deviously. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

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h3rmess · 8 months ago

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SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY

Written by @h3rmess ✰

navi☆

-> cowboy!satoru x afab!reader x cowboy!suguru

warnings - SMUT! use of swear words, use of some spanish (im not native so please correct me if I got something wrong!!) Spanish translation at the end!!

notes - im literally screaming satosugu as cowboys have me in a CHOKEHOLDDD - smut is not usual from me pls don't cringe, or I'll cry

Wandering into the unfamiliar town, I looked around for anything that could indicate my next move. My horse, Lucky, was worn out beyond belief. The summer heat was like no other as she trotted through the desert. I dismounted, spotting a stable a few steps away from us. I led my girl into the stable, the shade it provided, relieving us instantly. I looked around to see if anyone was there.

"Hello? Anybody here?" I hollered, receiving no reply. With a huff, I stroked Lucky's head, comforting her, urging her to hold up a little longer.

A whistle echoed through the stable, catching my attention instantly.

"Well, ain't she a beauty!" His boots clicked on the ground, his hands in the loopholes of his jeans as he made his way in front of us.

"She really is." I looked at Lucky, petting her as she shook her head, neighing.

"I wasn't talking about the horse, muñeca." His voice deepened, igniting something in me.

He made his way closer towards me, inspecting me with careful eyes, his long black hair flowing out of his hat.

"What's a beauty like you doin' 'round here?" He neared me, his slender eyes making me feel like I had to submit to him.

"Oh! I - uh, got a lil' lost." I tried my best to maintain composure.

"Well, don't worry, amor, we'll take good care of you." He slung his arm around me, the proximity only worsening the heat I felt.

"W-we?" I stuttered, causing him to chuckle and turn his head to look behind him.

"Satoru!" He shouted.

As if on cue, a man came in riding a gorgeous brown horse, looking absolutely majestic.

"Yeah? Oh my!" He exclaimed, immediately jumping off his horse and walking towards me. "Who's this?" He asked the black hair man.

"She hasn't told us yet. What's your name, guapa?"

Me breath hitched before I told him, a satisfied hum leaving both their mouths.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady." The man with white hair spoke, taking his sunglasses off to reveal his huge, blue eyes. The colour mesmerised me, causing me to freeze in place, completely unable to move.

"¿Qué pasó, princesa? Cat got your tongue?" The person who I figured to be Satoru taunted, moving closer to me.

My heart beat quickened and I began to swear, thinking only one thing about these men ; they are so fuckable.

"What did you come here for, hm?" The black haired man spoke, his tone making me want to drop to my knees.

"My- uh- m-my horse, Lucky. She's dehydrated, and I wanted to get her some food, water, and rest." I stumbled over each word, making a fool of myself.

"Hear the way she's stuttering, Suguru!" Satoru nudged the black haired man as they both chuckled.

"She truly is precious. Can't let a gem like you get away now, can we?" Suguru's hand found its way to my chin, holding it firmly and lifting my head up to look into his eyes. "We'll get ya all fixed up, alright? Don't you worry, linda."

I nodded dumbly at the two men, following them into where the horses were kept, leading my girl on behind me.

They kept to their word, making sure Lucky had enough food and plenty of water and then allowing her to sleep. I was so grateful to them for lending us their resources out of the kindness of their hearts.

Those same hearts that I hadn't known wanted nothing more than to bend me over.

"She's all rested now, alright?" Satoru spoke, taking his hat off and taking a seat in a room separate to the stable. His legs were spread apart as sweat leaked down his semi-exposed chest. I tried to look at any modest part of him, but no matter how hard I tried, he managed to turn my thoughts lewd time and time again.

He sat on one side of me, Suguru, on the other in a similar position.

Would I be able to take them both? They both look so damn sexy right now. I wonder how big they are...

My thoughts caused my thighs to squeeze together. I thought about how they would manhandle me and I wouldn't complain. I yearned for friction, anything to give me a little bit of relief.

"¿Qué estás haciendo, muñequita?" Suguru asked, his hair out of its prevous bun and now falling sluttily onto his shoulders. It only made the heat between my legs grow, my thighs squeezing closer together.

I hadn't noticed, but I was staring. Intensely. I was undressing him with my eyes.

A finger snapped in front of my eyes, which happened to be Satoru's.

"You okay, querida?" He asked, his voice playful.

"Huh?" I replied simply, turning my head to face him.

"You've been looking at us like you want to fuck us since you got here." Suguru chimed in, making my face flush in embarrassment.

I tried to speak, but no words came out.

"You want us to fuck you, hm?" Satoru hummed, his sweet voice making a squirm slightly.

I nodded furiously, waiting for either of them to make a move.

"Use your words, mami." Suguru sent me over the edge as he placed his hand on my thigh, inching up closer and closer to my heat.

"Yes. Please, I need you... both of you." I mewled pathetically, embarrassed by the words that had just come out of my mouth.

With no hesitation, Suguru slipped his hands under my thighs, hoisting me up onto his lap. I felt his hardness underneath me, instinctively rolling my hips slowly over it, earning a soft grunt from him. His hands found my waist, caressing it up and down, further riling me up.

Satoru took my face in his hands, turning my head towards him and kissing me. He ate at my mouth, covering every single inch of my lips. I groaned into the kiss as Suguru's hands slipped under my skirt, holding onto the rim of my panties.

I grinned against him even harder, feeling Satoru's tongue slip into my mouth, digging its way down my throat.

"Calmate, girl!" Suguru announced, holding my hips to prevent any more movement.

Satoru pulled away from my lips, finding his way to my neck and sucking on the tender skin. I whimpered at his movements, making me grip on to Suguru's shoulders tighter than before.

His hands reached under my skirt, placing a singular finger pad on my clothed bunch of nerves. I cried out, needy and desperate, already fucked-out.

"So pretty..." Satoru whispered on my neck, the sensation paired with the praise, only making me wetter. I whined as I leaned into Suguru's chest.

"Please..." I cried as he massaged me, longing for closer contact.

"Hmm? Please what, amor?" His eyes were stuck on my tits which were squashed against his chest, making his cock twitch.

"I need you.." Satoru pulled away as I spoke, whisking me up and placing me on his lap, taking over Suguru's role.

"Need us how? Dime qué quieres, muñeca." Suguru's lips kissed my collar bone as Satoru unbuttoned my top.

I could only whimper as Satoru's left hand slipped beneath my panties, playing with my slick.

"She's so wet!" Satoru exclaimed, his lack of speech only to be blamed on him being completely immersed in the moment.

His finger moved to Suguru, who opened his mouth and sucked on it, tasting me.

"So sweet..." He groaned, palming himself through his jeans as he kissed my neck once more.

"I need to taste straight from the source. Would you like that, hermosa?" Satoru asked, pushing me down onto my back and moving himself in line with my still covered heat.

I nodded as he tugged at my panties before he stopped and looked up at me.

"Quiero oírte decirlo. Tell me that you want it." He asks for my consent as his face is between my legs, possibly being the hottest thing I've experienced.

"I want it." I tell him as he smirks, kissing up my thighs and sliding my panties down my legs.

"So pretty for us." He says, delving into my folds.

"The prettiest." Suguru adds.

TRANSLATION :

Muñeca = doll

Amor = love

Guapa = pretty

¿Qué pasó, princesa? = what happened, princess?

Linda = cutie

¿Qué estás haciendo, muñequita? = what are you doing, dolly?

Querida = dear

Mami = mommy

Calmate = take it easy

Dime qué quieres, muñeca = tell me what you want, doll

Hermosa = gorgeous

Quiero oírte decirlo = I want to hear you say it

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nothingsure127 · 3 months ago

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🍃unplanned journey🍃

Pairing: Park Sunghoon. as father, fluff🍬 _________________________________

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chap: 03❄

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Sunghoon was taken aback by the knock on the door, as he rarely had visitors. He didn't expect anyone to come by, especially unannounced.

He adjusted the baby in his arms and went to answer the door, wondering who could be on the other side.

When he opened it, he was shocked to see his mother standing there,.

He left his home cut all of the contacts with his family friend's and moved here with her pregnant girlfriend, 7 month ago before and didn't gave this a dress to anyone,

He just last talked with his mother in phone several month ago telling her about his girlfriend pregnant, & he felt embarrassed, ashamed, guilt for ruining their hope dream's that they has for them.

His father was superb mad and told him to not show his face again to him, even tho his mother tried to contact him in all ways in these month,

after all he was her son, no matter what mistake he had done, she missed him more than anyone thinking about where is he?, how is he?,

sunghoon her child who is still a minor not graduated or settled just thinking about him made her heart ache, she cried days after day, night after night for him,

now finally finding his address able to see him again after sevreal month, & she found a peace relief in her heart but not so long when she saw his this state, all exhausted wasted tired bags under his eye pale face it ache her heart more.

She was a mother after all

he met with the saddened and weary eyes of his mother.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she took in his appearance, noting how exhausted and disheveled he looked.

It had been months since they had spoken, let alone seen each other in person. The guilt and shame he felt washed over him as he stood there, holding the baby in his arms.

His mother looked at him silently for a moment, her eyes flicking down to the baby in his arms. She could tell that he had been struggling, and her heart ached for him.

Finally, she spoke, her voice cracking with emotion. "Oh, my little boy," she said softly, "my poor boy!"

Sunghoon didn't know what to say. He felt exposed and vulnerable in front of his mother, like a child again. He looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

As his mother stepped inside and embraced him, Sunghoon felt tears prick the backs of his eyes. She had been worried sick for him, he could tell. The guilt and shame he felt grew even stronger as he felt her tears soak through his shirt.

He held her tightly, feeling like a child again in her arms. The baby in his arms squirmed a little, sensing the emotional tension in the room.

"I'm sorry," he whispered through the lump in his throat. "I didn't want to burden you. I thought I could handle it on my own."

His mother pulled back to look at him, her eyes red with tears. "You're my son, my child" she said, her voice firm despite the shakiness.

"No matter how old you are, you will never be a burden to me. You shouldnt have cut all the contact with me im your mother hoonie."

His mother took in his appearance again, her heart clenching at the sight of her son looking so worn and exhausted. The light stubble on his face, the dark circles under his eyes, the pallor of his skin - it was obvious that he hadn't been taking care of himself.

She reached up, gently touching his face. "When was the last time you slept properly?"

Sunghoon looked away again, avoiding her gaze. "I don't know," he mumbled. "I've been so busy with the baby, I haven't had much time for myself."

His mother's expression softened. "You need to take care of yourself, too," she said gently.

"You can't run yourself ragged like this. How are you supposed to take care of the baby if you're not looking after yourself?"

He didn't have an answer for that. He knew she was right, but he felt like he had no choice.

The baby's needs always came first, and he couldn't afford to take time for himself when there was so much to be done.

she sighed and her eye fell down at the baby in his arms who was suckling his thumb while looking at the new appreance at her.

her heart melting at the sight.

"He's adorable," she said, reaching out a finger to gently touch the baby's cheek. "What's his name?" She asked.

"Siwoon" he answered

"Siwoon," his mother repeated, her voice filled with warmth. "It's a beautiful name."

His mother's expression turned questioning as she looked at him again. "Where is your girlfriend? Why are you doing this alone?" she asked, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Sunghoon averted his gaze again, feeling the guilt and shame wash over him again. He couldn't bring himself to look at his mother as he spoke.

"She left," he said softly. "Soon after the baby was born."

His mother's face fell at those words, her heart aching for her son.

"She left you? Just like that? With a baby?"

"She said she wasn't ready to be a mother," he mumbled, his voice choked with emotion. "She said she wanted to have a life without any responsibilities. So she just... left."

His mother's expression darkened as she heard his explanation. The anger and disappointment towards his girlfriend were palpable.

"How could she just leave you like that," she said, her voice tight with anger and frustration.

"You're struggling with the baby all on your own, and she just walked out because she 'wanted a life without responsibility'? That's not fair. She should have stayed and taken care of the baby, that she bring into the world!"

Sunghoon shrugged, feeling the weight of his mother's disappointment.

"It doesn't matter anymore," he muttered. "She's gone. There's nothing I can do about it now."

"It does matter," his mother said firmly.

"You shouldn't be shouldering all this responsibility alone. You're still a child yourself, and you need help. And that girl should be here taking care of that child too, not running off to have fun and live a carefree life."

"I can handle it," Sunghoon said stubbornly, even though he knew he was barely holding on. "I've managed this long, haven't I?"

"It has only been 1 week and look at yourself I feel horrible seeing your this state I'm a mother hoon your mother I can't bear seeing my child like this burning himself, but what kind of mother she is lefting her newborn look at his face how innocent how can she just leave him"

His mother's words hit him hard, echoing the guilty and shameful thoughts that had been running through his mind ever since his girlfriend had left. She was right, he realized, he was burning himself out. And the baby... he was innocent in all this, just a tiny, defenseless life who had been abandoned by his own mother.

"I just...I don't know what to do,"

he admitted, his voice breaking.

"I'm tired, Mom. I'm so tired. But I can't give up. I have to take care of Siwoon."

she took the child in her arms admiring her grandson the baby was looking at her suckling his fist.

"he exactly took after you.. you were just like him when you were baby "

she smiled warmly looking down at baby.. she was too happy to see her grandson her son''s baby she never know she will see this too soon her sunghoon's son.

His heart ached as he watched his mother holding the baby in her arms, seeing the warm smile on her face as she looked at his son. She was right, the baby did resemble him a lot. And seeing her happy at the sight of her grandson, he felt a pang of guilt for keeping him from her for so long. The baby looked at her with wide, curious eyes, his tiny hand grasping at her fingers as he suckled on his fist.

Sunghoon watched as his mother held his son in her arms, the baby looked at her with wide, curious eyes, his small mouth suckling on his fist.

"Really?" he asked, his voice soft. "Was I really like that as a baby?"

"Oh yes,"

his mother replied, her eyes filling with affectionate memories.

"You were just like him - small and defenseless, needing someone to care for you all the time. You were always so quiet and calm, always sucking your thumb like he is."

"You never stopped crying unless you were in my arms, and you always wanted to be carried."

His mother chuckled softly, her eyes not leaving the baby's face.

She gently stroking the baby's hair. "You were. You were so small and fragile,"

"You were a fussy little thing, always needing attention and never wanting to be put down. I was so tired from rocking you to sleep every night"

Sunghoon felt a pang in his heart at her words. He had never thought about what it must have been like for his parents, taking care of him when he was a newborn. He had been so focused on taking care of Siwoon that he had forgotten that his own parents had gone through the same thing with him.

A smile tugged at the corner of Sunghoon's weary mouth as he listened to his mother's words But now, he understood how it felt to be responsible for a baby 24/7.

"I must have put you through so much," he muttered, feeling guilty.

"I was always so quiet and calm, huh? I don't think I can say that about Siwoon. He cries every night, and I can hardly get any sleep."

"Ah," his mother chuckled lightly. "Babies are fussy, especially newborns. It's normal for them to cry a lot. You were no different. You used to cry too, you know. But your father and I took care of you, just like you're doing with Siwoon."

His mother chuckled softly. "All babies cry at night," she said. "It's how they communicate their needs. And you were no different. You used to cry all night whenever you got hungry or when you needed to be changed."

Sunghoon's heart ached at the thought of his parents taking care of him as he felt a mix of guilt and remorse listening to her words.

He had been struggling with the baby's constant crying, feeling like he was losing his mind sometimes. But hearing that he had done the same when he was a baby made him realize that this was just part of being a parent.

"Your father and I used to stay up so many nights taking care of you," his mother continued, her voice gentle but weary.

"We were exhausted, but we never complained, because you were our baby, and we loved you more than anything in the world."

He thought of his parents, never complaining even as he cried hour after hour.

"Didn't even shout? Yell?" He asked

"No never.. why we would shout? You were just a innocent and fragile you will get scared if we shout"

He felt guilt and the thought of him yelling at his son like a madman last night, was wrong, he sigh and understood how he taken all that love and care they had given him for granted,

and now he was only beginning to understand how much effort it took to raise a child.

"I don't know how you and Dad did it," he admitted.

"I feel like I'm going crazy sometimes, especially at night when he doesn't stop crying. I want to sleep so badly, but I can't, not when he's fussing and screaming." he sighed

"I'm sorry," he said,

"I've been so selfish. I've forgotten how hard it must have been for you and Dad to take care of me when I was a baby. And I've been complaining about Siwoon like it's his fault he's crying. It's not his fault. He's just a baby. And you're right, I'm not handling this well. I'm just so tired, Mom. I don't know how much more I can take."

His mother looked at him, her eyes filled with sympathy and understanding. She knew how hard it was to raise a child, especially alone, and her heart ached for him.

"Oh, my boy," she said softly,

"That's normal, hoon." His mother reassured him, running a comforting hand over his shoulder.

"I was tired too. And your father too. Taking care of a newborn is exhausting. It's okay to struggle. But you can't do this all on your own. You need help, your father and I were together to raise you not alone."

"but 'You're just a kid yourself, and you've been shouldering the responsibilities of a parent. You know how much I'm proude of you?,, but you need help, both for you and for Siwoon. You can't keep going like this, you'll burn yourself out"

Sunghoon nodded, his shoulders slumped.

"I know," he mumbled.

"But I don't have anyone to help me. I can't afford to hire a nanny, and I have barely any money left. I'm barely scraping by as it is."

"Hoon," his mother said firmly, her voice filled with determination. "I'm not dead yet your mother is still alive you have me. I want to help you, I can't bear seeing my child ending himself like that' And that girl.. we'll talk about her later. But for now, the important thing is to take care of you and Siwoon. You're not alone in this, you have me okay?"

Sunghoon was taken aback by her declaration. He had never asked for help, not wanting to burden his parents with his problems. But her words stirred something within him.

"Mom, I can't ask you to do that," he protested.

"You have your own life. You shouldn't have to take care of me and Siwoon too. I can figure it out on my own."

"No you can't," his mother said firmly, her voice brokering no argument. "You're falling apart, young man. You need help, and I'm your mother. It's my job to take care of you, no matter how old you are. "

His mother silenced him with a sharp look, Sunghoon just stop there looking down hearing his mother , her tone leaving no room for argument.

"You ARE my life. You are my child, and that baby is my grandchild. I'm not going to sit back & watch you struggle on your own, when I can help you, You're still minor"

"Mom-"

"..whether you ask for it or not. I'm gonnna raise my grandson, Nothing is more important to me than you and your son, and I will help you, whether you want my help or not. Understood?"

"You're not alone in this, Sunghoon. So stop trying to handle everything by yourself."

Sunghoon could see that she was not going to back down. His mother had always been strong and determined, and now that determination was channeled towards him.

He let out a soft sigh, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. "Alright," he said softly.

"& I'm sorry," he said suddenly, his voice filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry for making you worry about me. I didn't mean to cut off contact or hide all this from you. I just didn't want to burden you, I thought I could handle it on my own

His mother looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and concern.

"It's alright You don't have to apologise You've always been stubborn, my little boy, you did what you thought was right.."

she said fondly. "It's part of your charm. & I'm proud of you.. But you don't have to be so strong all the time. You're allowed to ask for help, especially when you need it."

His mother smiled back at him, her eyes warm and understanding. "So Don't apologize, she said, gently patting his cheek. "I understand

She looked down at Siwoon, who was still suckling on his fist in her arms.

"And this little one needs his grandmother, too," she added, her voice filled with affection.

Sunghoon couldn't help but smile at the sight of his mother holding his son, her warmth and love radiating off her.

He had been so focused on surviving with the baby that he hadn't given much thought to the bond his mother would form with her grandson, He remembered the fact that Siwoon had other family members who would care for him too. It brought a strange sense of comfort to think that he wasn't completely alone in raising this child after all.

He watched as his mother held Siwoon, her eyes lovingly gazing at the baby. "Looks like he already adores you," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Sunghoon felt tears prick the backs of his eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief and gratitude.

He had been so lost and overwhelmed for so long, and knowing that he had his mother's support made him feel a little less alone.

"I don't know what I would have done without you," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion.

. "Sshh.. you'll never have to find out," she said softly. "I'm here now, and I'll always be here for you and Siwoon we are team from now"

Sunghoon nodded, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

With his mother by his side, he felt like he could face anything, including the sleepless nights and endless cries of his baby.

"Deal, we are a team" he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "But mom how did you find out mu address? "

"I have my own ways" she said and sat on couch chuckling talking with siwoon in her arms.

_________TIME SKIP FEW MONTH_________

Time Skip, Evening at Work

Sunghoon was finally at his part-time job. He had dropped off Siwoon with his mother again , feeling a mixture of guilt and relief. He knew he had to leave the baby behind for a while, but he trusted his mother to take care of him.

Now at work, Sunghoon tried to focus on his tasks, but his mind kept wandering back to Siwoon and the overwhelming responsibilities that lay ahead. He missed the baby, .

He could feel the tiredness seeping into his bones. Despite the relative peace of the evening shift, his body yearned for rest. He couldn't remember the last time he had had a full night's sleep, let alone a moment to himself

He couldn't help but wonder how Siwoon was doing, if he was fussy or calm, if his mother needed help or was handling everything fine.

These thoughts consumed his mind, his attention divided between his work and his worries about his son. It was difficult to focus, but he had to try.

"Just a few more hours," he mumbled to himself, staring at the clock on the wall. "Just a few more hours, and I can go back."

His shift was slow, and he found himself zoning out as he mechanically filled orders and cleaned the kitchen.

His thoughts kept circling back to his baby, wondering if he was okay without him.

He longed to hear his cries and see his tiny face.. he was also worried about his mother thinking if siwoon is giving her hard time.

As Sunghoon worked, he couldn't help but notice the other workers around him. They all seemed so carefree,

with no worries about babies at home. They chatted casually as they worked, their conversations filled with light topics and laughter.

Sunghoon envied them a little, wishing he could just be a normal teenager, not saddled with such heavy responsibilities...

He tried to shake off those thoughts, scolding himself for being envious. He was a father now, and he had to accept that his life would never be the same. He had to be strong, not only for himself but for Siwoon too.

Still, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing whenever the other workers spoke of their weekend plans or the latest movies they wanted to see...

As the shift dragged on, Sunghoon's thoughts kept spiraling.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision in having a baby.

He loved Siwoon more than anything, but the reality of being a teenage father was sinking in more and more each day.

He was exhausted, physically and mentally, and he feared he wasn't cut out for this

"Hey man, you okay?"

Sunghoon was snapped out of his thoughts by a voice from beside him. It was one of his coworkers, a guy named Jae-Hwan, who was a year older than him.

Jae-Hwan was eyeing him with a concerned look on his face

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sunghoon responded, trying to sound casual.

He busied himself by wiping down the counter, avoiding Jae-Hwan's gaze

"You sure?" Jae-Hwan pressed, leaning against the counter.

"You've been all quiet today, and you look like you're about to fall asleep on your feet. Are you not sleeping well?"

Sunghoon sighed, knowing that he couldn't hide his fatigue from Jae-Hwan.

"Yeah, I've been having some trouble sleeping. & The baby's been keeping me up all night-" he stopped

As soon as the words slip out his mouth, he regretted them.

He had tried to keep his personal life private at work, not wanting to be the center of gossip or pity.

Jae-Hwan's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open.

"You have what a baby? But...how's that possible? Aren't you still in high school?"

Sunghoon felt sweat gathering beneath his collar. He should have kept his mouth shut. Now he had to explain himself...

"No I mean uh my one of friend.. has and you know babysitting-"

"You are no good at lie so don't just spit it out man & aren't you still in high school?"

Sunghoon cursed internally. He hadn't meant to reveal that he was a father.

He was still hesitant to share his personal life with anyone.

"Uh, mm.. no yeah, I mean"

he sighed finally in defeat no way to lie

"No I'm not in high school, anymore I'm gonna attend collage from next week" he mumbled, looking down at the counter.

"Yeah yeah same but the baby?' He looked at sunghoon curious.

"I had the baby with my girlfriend.. ex-girlfriend." He replied, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

He could feel Jae-Hwan's gaze boring into him. He knew he must look ridiculous, a high school student raising a child on his own..

Jae-Hwan continued staring at him, looking dumbfounded.

"So... you're a teen dad. How old are you?"

Sunghoon mentally cursed again. Here came the dreaded question.

"I'm 17," he muttered, bracing himself for the judgment he knew was coming.

Jae-Hwan's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "17 years old? And you have a baby?"

Sunghoon felt his face heat up with embarrassment.

"Yeah, I know, it's crazy," he mumbled.

Jae-Hwan just looked at him, still stunned.

Sunghoon gave a hollow laugh.

"Man, that's heavy. I couldn't even imagine being a dad at this age. Dealing with a baby and school and everything.."

"I ask myself that question every day," he said bitterly.

"It's hard, really hard. I feel like I'm constantly drowning. I'm always tired, always worried, and I have no time for anything else."

Jae-Hwan's expression softened.

"Damn, man. I didn't know you were going through all that. I thought you were just dealing with the usual teen stuff, not freaking parenthood how are you still alive??"

Sunghoon managed a weak laugh.

"I'm not sure either I haven't slept in weeks, and I'm constantly exhausted."

Jae-Hwan whistled sympathetically.

"Damn, man, that sounds rough. No wonder you look like a zombie today."

Sunghoon leaned against the counter, resting sighing.

As he shrugged, feeling a mix of relief and shame.

"I didn't want to talk about it, honestly," he admitted. "I feel like an idiot letting myself get into this mess. I should have been more responsible..."

Jae-Hwan clapped a hand on his back. "Hey, don't beat yourself up, man. It takes two to tango, you know.?"

Sunghoon nodded, his shoulders slumping.

"Most people don't know," he said quietly. "I didn't want to talk about it at work, you know? I don't want pity or gossip."

"I get it, man. It's a lot to deal with, especially at your age. You're handling it way better than I would, I can say that for sure."

"Yeah, well, my life isn't exactly ordinary," Sunghoon muttered.

"I wish it were. I wish I could just be a normal teenager. Hang out with friends, go to parties, have no responsibilities..."

He trailed off, realizing how bitter he sounded. He knew he couldn't wallow in self-pity forever. He had to be strong for Siwoon..

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After a long shift, Sunghoon and Jae-Hwan found themselves sitting on a bench in a nearby park, each with a bottle of beer in hand.

The night air was cool and quiet around them, the only sound the occasional car passing by on the street and the rustling of leaves in the trees.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before Jae-Hwan spoke up, breaking the silence.

"But hey why your girlfriend become your ex girlfriend? If you're comfortable?" Jaehwan asked

Sunghoon's heart ached thinking about her. his heart sank talking about his ex girlfriend still hurts. "she left us" he muttered his voice thick with emotion.

. "As soon as the baby born. Said she wasn't ready to be a mom. Just packed her bags and left."

He sighed heavily,

"she said she wanted to be free and have fun, and being a mother wasn't what she signed up for.. & she don't wanna stay with me anymore"

Jae-Hwan cursed under his breath. "Damn, that's cold. How could she do that to you and the baby? That's messed up, man."

"Why didn't she just abort it then? I mean explain! The sh!tt out it doesn't make any sense abandoning"

Sunghoon winced at the question. It was a question he had asked himself many times.

"I don't know, man," he said quietly. "We talked about abortion, but it felt wrong. I wanted the baby, even if I was scared shitless. But she...I don't know what changed her mind."

Jae-Hwan shook his head, looking sympathetic.

"That sucks, man. You're stuck with a baby and she just gets to peace out? That's not fair."

Sunghoon laughed bitterly.

"Yeah, well, life's not fair, is it?" he said. "She gets to go out and have fun while I'm stuck here, changing diapers and listening to a baby cry all night."

Jae-Hwan sighed.

"Man, you're stronger than me. I don't think I could handle all that at your age. I don't even know if I could handle it now, and I'm older than you!"

They both laughed like a crazy men's both drunken already at park sitting and habing beers.

Sunghoon snorted.

"I don't feel very strong. I feel like I'm barely hanging on most days,"

he admitted.

"I have moments where I wonder if I'll ever get a full night's sleep again. Or if I'll ever get to do anything fun again, or date anyone again..."

Jae-Hwan gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, you're doing your best, man. That's all anyone can ask for. And remember, you're not the only teen dad in the world. You're not alone in this."

Sunghoon took a swig of his beer, the cool liquid sliding down his throat.

"You know, I never thought I'd end up in this situation, I never thought I'd be a dad at 17."

he said, his voice slurring slightly.

Jae-Hwan chuckled, taking a drink from his own beer.

Sunghoon shook his head, feeling a pang in his chest.

"I mean, I always thought I'd have time to figure things out, you know? I figured I'd go to college, find a girlfriend, have some fun. But now... now I'm stuck with a baby and a part-time job and no idea what I'm doing."

Jae-Hwan looked at him sympathetically. "You're tougher than you give yourself credit for, man. Raising a kid on your own takes guts."

Sunghoon laughed bitterly.

"Guts or stupidity, I'm not sure which one,"

he said, taking another sip of his beer. "I mean, I had no idea how much work this would be. I thought babies just slept all the time, but Siwoon cries all night and poops and needs constant attention. I'm so freaking tired ALL THE TIME."

Jae-Hwan took his sip of the beer in his hand sighing.

"but I don't have common sense," he said ruefully. "I mean, who gets a girl pregnant at 17? What was I thinking?"

ae-Hwan shrugged.

"Hey, accidents happen, man. I've seen guys make dumber mistakes at our age. You're just dealing with the consequences now."

Sunghoon snorted, feeling the buzz of alcohol making him bolder than usual.

he said

"Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice, keeping the baby. Maybe I should've let my ex get the abortion like she wanted."

Jae-Hwan raised an eyebrow, looking surprised at his bluntness.

"Man, you don't really mean that, do you? You love your baby, don't you?"

Sunghoon groaned the alcohol making his emotions even more intense.

"Yeah, I do. I love him so goddamn much," he admitted, his voice cracking

"But.. but it's so hard, man. It's so damn hard, being a dad at 17.."

yk sometimes... sometimes I look at other teenagers at my age, living their lives and having fun, and I can't help but feel jealous. I feel like I missed out on my own youth."

"I envy you, you know? You're still free. You can go out and party and have fun. I'm stuck at home,"

"I want things to be different, you know? I want my old life back. I want to be carefree and young."

Jae-Hwan nodded, understanding what he meant.

"I get it, man. It's tough. But remember, you're not the only one in this situation. There are other teen dads out there, going through the same thing. And you're not alone in this, either. You have people in your life who care about you and support you, right?

"Only my mom does even she is the one who is taking care of him while I'm at work" sunghoon replied.

"Man. But let me ask you something. If you had to go back to the day you found out your girl was pregnant, you'd really go through with the abortion? You'd give up your son?"

Sunghoon was quiet for a moment, looking down at his beer can.

Then Sunghoon chuckled as he picturing Siwoon's tiny face in his mind.

The memories of the sleepless nights and endless diaper changes came rushing back, but so did the memories of his baby's first smile,

his gummy little laugh, and the way he felt when he held him in his arms.

Sunghoon shook his head. "No,"

he said firmly.

"No, I could never do that. I mean, I was scared at first, freaked the hell out. But the moment I held him for the first time.. man, it was like nothing I've ever felt before. That feeling was something i could not express."

"I clearly remember how i touched his tiny feet.. how he wrapped my big finger around his palm.. for the first time.. he was too fragile soft "

"I knew I couldn't give him up, even if it meant giving up my own freedom"

Jae-Hwan smiled, clapped him on the back.

"See there you go. You could've taken the easy way out, but you didn't. You stood up and took responsibility for the life you created. That takes guts, man."

,"You might have missed out on some partying and stuff, but you gained something even better. You have your own flesh and blood, a little piece of yourself that will love you unconditionally."

"that's all that matters, man. You did what you thought was right. And yeah, it's hard as hell, but you're doing it. You're a better man than some grownass guys I know."

Jaehwan patted his back

Sunghoon shrugged, feeling a surge of emotions.

"I didn't really have a choice. I mean, I couldn't just abandon my blood could I?"

He took another gulp of beer, feeling the alcohol make his head swim.

"It's just... I wish I could have the same opportunities as other teenagers. I wish I could go out and party and date girls, you know?"

Jae-Hwan chuckled, taking a swig of his own beer. As he nodded, understanding his longing for a normal teenage life.

"Yeah, I hear you. But you gotta understand that being a teen dad comes with sacrifices, man. You gotta grow up faster than others. That's just the way it is."

"And I bet. You're going to have something better. You're going to have a lifetime of memories with your child, watching him grow up, seeing him accomplish things, you know?"

sunghoon looked at the night sky a smile corner of his lip tugged.

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____________TO BE CONTINUED..

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