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would you be open to doing bf headcanons for hamzah? they could be sfw and nsfw or just sfw. love ur writing :). <3
BF Headcanons _âĄ
SFW
iâm a very opinionated person, so asking me about my hamzah headcanons is a FIELD DAY for me
Iâve always said this but I feel like hamzah (in the beginning of the relationship) is very shy? Not in the way of âignore any possible interaction between you and himâ but more of a âignores eye contact after a kissâ or âblushes when you call him a nickname for the first timeâ
He acts like he hates when you baby him but behind closed doors⌠BIGGEST BABY EVERRRR
It took him a while to hold your hand in public, not because he's embarrassed but again because he gets too flustered when you run your thumb up and down against the back of his hand,,, or when you play with his hands in general.
I MENTIONED THIS BEFORE IN FIC BUT HAMZAH IS AN EAR BLUSHER AND HE'S SO CUTE WAA
If you get on his lap and play with his hair while talking about random stuff, and you kiss him out of nowhere HEâLL SMILE THIS BIG SMILE AND COVER HIS EARS IM CRYINGGGGG HES SO CUTE
Speaking of kissing lololol
Hamzahâs kisses are SENSUAL, he takes his time and really makes sure you feel his love
Contrary to popular belief i feel like if youâre with hamzah for long enough his love language becomes physical touch
And i dont say that and mean ONLY kisses but hes such a cuddly person. HE NEEDS THAT TLC HES A BIG BOY
BUT. Big but! He is not the type of person to show affection publicly IM SORRYYY
Holding hands and hugging is fine but i think more intimate things heâd rather do in privateâŚ
Not because hes embarrassed as i said, he gets shy at other people perceiving that version of him especially since he isnât âactingâ or âjokingâ
Also he feels like only you deserve to see him like this hehehe
His love language is quality time. Like actually.
His head on your chest, playing stardew valley on his ipad. You watching TV or reading while playing with his curls.
Another form of this is that heâll ask you to be him and martins cameraman just to have you there with him
Or heâll ask if you want to try a new coffee shop that opened down the street
Heâs a man that likes to be around you 24/7
ALSO ALSO ALSO OMG OMG
HE WOULD SO FORCE YOU TO DO BACKGROUND VOCALS FOR SOME OF HIS MUSIC LIKE THE RAPPERS HE LIKES LMFAO
I dont wanna go on too long with this but one thing is for sure
Youâre his princess for REAL treats you like ROYALTY lol
If you guys get into an argument. Even if youâre wrong, he ends up apologizing
âI shouldnât have let it boil over to this anyway.â
10/10 boyfriend. Totally recommend.
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SISTA. I HAVE NEVER EVER THOUGHT IâD HAVE THE PLATFORM TO SHARE THESE THOUGHTS BUT I HAVE TO MAKE SURE YALL UNDERSTAND ONE THING!!!!
Hamzah is NAWT a boob or ass guy. HE LIKES BOTH EQUALLY. (He is secretly is ass-leaning tho LMFAO)
This is so funny but he totally is the type to smack your ass randomly when he walks by.
Do you get mad? Yes. Do you tell him to stop it? Yes. Does he stop? No. Do you secretly think it's kinda� WELL YESSS
TWO WORDS. Boob squeezer.
I think from what we can understand so far. is that Hamzah is the handsy man. HIS HANDS ALWAYS SOMEWHERE LOL
sex drive is for sure high. and when i say high⌠ITS HIGHHH
Contrary to popular belief AGAIN.
Hamzah doesnât partake in dirty talk much⌠not that he doesn't like itâhe just wouldnât in my opinion? It's not that he wouldnât talk at all, but he is more of a heavy breathing, whimpering, moaning guyâpretty much more noises than actual words
Though as i said, he would talk sometimes, especially if heâs feeling really good, or his stamina is lasting him longer than he thought⌠he starts getting a little cocky
On the topic of dirty talk, if he does talk, 99.9% of it would be praising, i don't see him enjoying degrading unless you ask him to.. but heâll be a little awkward about it LMFAOOO
Something like: âfuck, baby youâre taking me so good.â
(Unironically starts actually using good girl after a while of making it a joke btw)
Someone sent a request a few days ago and said âi feel like hamzah has a breeding kinkâ and why was i gagged?! NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT BUT YES, i feel like hes more into the thought filling u with *** then the thought of impregnating you if that makes any sense
Im talking too much⌠digital footprint go hard.
(A/N): this isnt proofread, i kinda braindumped but i had fun doing this!! Thank u anon for the request I HOPE U LOVE THIS CUTIE MWAAAAHH
#hamzahthefantastic#slushy noobz#hamzah fluff#hamzah x reader#hamzah x y/n#deerâs reqs!#hamzah smut#hamzah the fantastic
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ok it's star trek update time. once again. i've fallen behind đ tuesday we did voy's "the cloud" and "phage" (out of order bc plex numbered them incorrectly/user error), wednesday we did ds9's "dentiny" and voy's "eye of the needle," and last night we watched ds9's "prohphet motive" and voy's "ex post facto."
the cloud (voy):
man this one sucked ass
well, i did like janeway's personal log. i love women getting to have the same normal problems a man would. i like janeway a lot, even if she still feels a bit stiff to me sometimes
actually, WAIT, why is the academy TEACHING captains they need to maintain a certain distance? like sure yes it's a bad idea to fuck your subordinates (even though picard said there was NO?? regulation on that...) but surely you're supposed to like. care about them. between this and deanna winning the kobayashi maru by killing geordi i'm starting to wonder if starfleet expects captains to simply not CARE about people. there's something larger at work in my brain re: this thought, like, kirk was always going on missions himself to protect people despite that putting him greater danger, and now they don't want captains to leave the chair or care about people...hell universe. and since picard never left the chair or cared about anyone it may have made for good policy but it made for BAD tv
ANYWAY.
accidentally got spoiled for neelix being the cook bc of reverse ep order lol
tom paris once again insufferable bc he's like dont invite the captain to poker night or whatever. for a rebellious felon he's really toeing that starfleet line. also, the LAST thing in the world i want is more holodeck but ESPECIALLY if i have to watch tom paris make out with realfake holo women on it. HOLO PEOPLE ARE ALIVE YOU FOOLS
i thought this episode was gonna be about coffee and it wasn't :( it was just a few jokes here and there
the nebula plot was stupid. you ram a hole in it and you're gonna fix it by ramming more holes? neelix is the only mfer that gets it. that said, i DO support women's rights to ram ill-advised things through holes - whenever, however, and as often as they like.
chakotay teaching janeway to find her animal guide (complete with the medicine bundle...) being played TOTALLY straight and serious just about ended me. like i knew they werent gonna be like "haha just kidding you are a REALLY gullible white person" at the end but watching them not do that was really really awful
harry kim just casually dropping he remembers being in the womb. alright.
janeway muting the doc when he is trying to speak :( holo-racist
i do like that firstly harry was like fuck tom paris im inviting janeway and secondly that she can play pool really well. those were nice touches. the non-racist janeway stuff was good! i just wish the rest of the episode had been good too lol
phage (voy):
i liked this one MUCH better. first of all, neelix in the cave about to get his lungs stolen very "mistew obama pwease hewp me" core. then perish. rip in pieces poor neelix :(
secondly, what an interesting ethical dilemma...can you kill a person to save a person? not in starfleet ig but if i was janeway i would have been real tempted. neelix is great
kes giving up one of her lungs to neelix was so sweet, actually. kes has grown on me a HUGE amount in a very very short time. i absolutely love her kindness, which was boring at first because i didn't really feel like she was being kind in a way that stood out from any run of the mill compassionate character. but her scenes with the doctor bring out the best in both of them, i think - like, he kicks her out initially, and then asks her to stay because he's in over his head. and rather than dismissing him she stays and asks if he wants to unionize. the fact that she's DETERMINED to treat him as a fully realized person when he doesn't even treat himself that way...she recognizes unmet needs and works to fix them, just because that's who she is. AUGH she's such a good personnn she;s gonna make a GREAT doctor
lung stealing aliens are way cooler than the slaver aliens even if they are horrible to look at. i LOVE how mad janeway got at them. she was like if i EVER see you again its on sight and i believe her. and she scared them so good they fixed neelix <3 kinda goes to show compassion wins...and that kind of compassion/adherence to morals in the face of personal loss and righteous anger IS a kirk move honorific. and winning because of those qualities is a kirk move. ugh i like janeway so much
"one day i'll surprise you mister tuvok" i love them. wah. tuvok reminds me SO much of spock...he's got that eyebrow thing happening
also, neelix getting his lungs removed totally makes this the spiritual sequel to spock's brain
destiny (ds9):
the whole time i was watching this i felt like sokka in that one atla episode. "can your science prove why it rains" core. like just because there are three cardassians and some river went somewhere...it's especially galling to me that kira buys into it completely. i always forget she's religious, and she's so SMART i didn't think she'd get caught up in the prophecy of it all.
recited the 35th rule of acquisition alongside quark which felt. bad. i still haven't forgiven him but i'm trying
cardassian lady accidentally flirting with obrien was EXTREMELY funny. that's twice now he's banged his head on the ceiling and it's incredibly charming
kira and sisko being buddies 𼺠kira like it's had to work for space jesus!!! so true girl. though she literally was sleeping with a space priest. their bits were sooo good though, you can FEEL how much he doesn't want the enormity of his role, and how much kira believes in him - and i personally get the sense it's because she's SEEN him work. like she believes in him on a professional level, as well, because he ALWAYS has her back. man i would totally believe he was space jesus too who can blame her he's amazing
i did at least like the rational explanation for the prophecies- that nonlinear aliens simply just tell people things. i do wonder why they can't just knock on the wormhole and ask those guys some questions, though
anyway, firmly mid. normally i love kira-heavy episodes but i just had such a hard time not going full sokka in this one. sorry, kira!
eye of the needle (voy):
THIS ONE BLEW MY TITS CLEAN OFF!! best voyager episode yet imho
firstly we are still sending things through holes. fantastic.
also, kes went from "eh she is boring" to "i would die for her" at warp speed......her scenes with the doctor are all SO good. kes recognizing his humanity when most people in starfleet don't know holograms are alive/don't care that holograms are alive, when HE HIMSELF does not think of himself as being alive...mwah. david cage wishes. it feels like an inverse of the data situation, because data WANTED to be alive but struggled to fit in with humanity, whereas the doctor didn't give two shits about being treated like a real person until kes started talking to him about it, and would in fact fit in effortlessly with "real people" were he not confined to the medbay.
and the doctor's bitterness! no one speaks directly to him despite asking him to function as an entire medical staff. no one remembers to turn him off, leaving him to suffer through hours of boredom, or people turn him off when he isn't ready, leading to problems with his experiments. and the existential dread of being abandoned on the ship alone while everyone else potentially transports home through the wormhole...and someone potentially forgetting to deactivate him first.
i really like how janeway reacted to the news that the doctor might be alive. she was like "girl no way" and then kes was like "yes way" and she decided to investigate herself rather than be dismissive about it. she was very good in this episode overall but i like that she showed compassion to someone/something she wasn't even sure was alive. it was very siskocore of her.
and finally...that sweet a-plot. letswatchstartrek, my least favorite website that is absolute essential to my functioning, GAVE THIS A TWO. because "well it's season 1 we all know they aren't getting home this episode." those fucking idiots, that's WHY this episode is good!! it's about hope. do they understand nothing
like, everyone trying SO HARD to curb their expectations at first because the wormhole is so small and so decayed and the absolute MOST they can hope for is to get a message through...the agony of the wormhole going back to where they need to be but them not being able to get through and the only person picking up the phone being a FUCKING romulan who think they're prank calling him
and the way that like this predicament utterly humanizes everyone involved. janeway answering the phone in her nightgown. asking about this romulan's family. the barriers between starfleet and romulus breaks down instantly under the shared connection of being adrift without one's family. what a perfect illustration of the compassion one can have for strangers because deep down even aliens are made of the same stuff as we are.
and then of course by the end janeway is like it doesn't matter! secrecy doesn't matter! let's have hope for a minute let's believe this will work! and then IT DOESN'T WORK. or, actually, what's worse is that it could work, they could theoretically go back to the alpha quadrant 20 years ago, but it will fuck everything up if they do, and they can't even prevent themselves from getting stuck out here. all they can do is send the romulan home with their messages and then..........
............have no idea if he found a way to send them before he died ahead of schedule. like. ALL THEY HAVE IS HOPE. like of COURSE you know theyre not gonna get home in season 1 but THAT IS WHAT MAKES IT INSANE.
also, hi, b'elanna not having anyone at home who cares if she lives or dies...this retroactively makes chakotay's protectiveness of her so much more meaningful. everyone who loves her is already on this ship :( aaaagggh
prophet motive (ds9):
god this one sucked so bad. rare L for ds9 and a major one at that
i spent most of it googling whether or not people actually liked the ferengi episodes (to my dismey: yes, people on reddit think they're funny), but i also spent some time googling how many more episodes we had to suffer through this grand nagus bullshit (4) and getting my little guys stolen on chess.
i have been wanting to see the wormhole aliens again FOREVER and wondered why you can't just go and talk to them and then they show up in this of all places...they so nicely let people go through their wormhole and then this dude disrespectfully bothers them...
also, to SELL an orb back to the bajorans...i hope he dies. i hope kira specifically kills him and loots the orb off his corpse.
the only two moments of note in this episode were 1. quark talking ancient unknowable aliens into letting him and the nagus leave unscathed through a combination of fast thinking and being annoying, which would be charming were i not in such dire anti-quark straits 2. rom robbing the nagus blind LMAOOO good for him. i hope he shared exactly zero of it with quark
on a final note, the space station, unlike tng's enterprise, does NOT seem to be self-cleaning. thank god for that.
EDIT I NEARLY FORGOT JULIAN BASHIR B PLOT!!!!! he wanted to win so bad even though he knew there wasnt a chance 𼺠my poor HORRIBLY competitive fella. and then it was three days of marinating in the fact that he was never gonna win
also odo cold reading him about the acceptance speech lmfao. love that
ex post facto (voy):
i would have liked this episode a LOT if it had happened to anyone but tom paris. imagine if a guy you liked had special brain torture every 14 hours even though he was totally innocent and only a mind meld from tuvok could save him. like, picture almost any other trek character in this situation. bashir. riker. even bones. any of them could maybe perhaps do a little kissing of a married woman and get themselves into trouble and it would be one of my favorite episodes of all time. even the plot twist of WHY he was falsely accused was fun and clever. unfortunately, i simply cannot bring myself to care about tom paris.
tuvok my best friend tuvok. he DID HIS HOMEWORK! the eyebrow movements, the way he did the mind meld from the same position that spock melded with dr van gelder in dagger of the mind my beloved. all these things are unmistakably vulcan because leonard nimoy did them first and SPOCK is unmistakably vulcan, despite all his lifelong insecurities. now that i've met other vulcans properly i know that better than ever and i wish he could too.
ALSO, HI, MARRIED 67 YEARS??? lowkey sad he and janeway can't get it now but also, do we think he has BABIES? do we think he has GRANDBABIES?? grandpa tuvok my best friend AAAGHGH. also, since this series is 7 years long and also because of a spoilery gifset EYE happen to know pon farr is inevitable. but i bet his wife had to fix it herself back home too so ik she will forgive him
anyway, if i was innocent, there's no one i'd rather have on my side than tuvok. he went above and beyond the call of duty there. i was really surprised he powered through the meld and experienced being murdered so well. i mean he took that like a champ. that's on vulcan stoicism...also AUGH janeway INSISTING he not do that bc she knows it will be horrible and the long time she spent searching his face before finally agreeing to it. i would never want him to cheat on his wife but they could also theoretically hypothetically get it.
and finally, CUTEST dog in the world this episode. it's so odd looking it does such a great job at jumping around everywhere
TONIGHT: ds9's "visionary" and voy's "emanations"
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i needed to express a sentiment in the creative stylings of @dunmeshiminimumwage
#eliot posts#dunme#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#sorry to put toshiro in the roll of shitty job interviewer lmao#but he was the best fit for ''guy that wants me to read their mind''#laios being my internal monologue here#i was on my THIRD interview of the day i was Dying#tho since the prev two interviews i had were for similar positions and told me their salaries outright at least i could use that number#(though tbh my work persona is more of a kabru. my customer service voice is unparalleled)#(at my first job even my coworkers thought i was sooo cheerful til i got too comfy and casually made a joke abt wanting to asphyxiate on a#plastic shopping bag like a sea turtle. in front of my sweet elderly coworker. oops!)#(also this job was during quarantine and after weeks of working together i took my mask off in front of one coworker for the first time#and she called like half the department over from their registers to look at how pretty i was??? prettyboy powers unmatched ig)#(also my first interview today went SO well i charmed that interviewer so good despite my lack of qualifications)#(she even complimented my social skills and said i seemed like the type who could get along well and make good conversation with anyone!)#(which is important bc i was interviewing for an elder care position. also old people especially tend to think i am a Delightful Young Lad)#(unless i accidentally make a morbid joke around them ig lmaooo. or. well. some of them like those too. but not that one coworker lol)#(if only that skill transferred over to actually making friends irl. my autistic ass has so few close irl connections)#(i hope my exceedingly short list of character references does not prevent me from getting hired)#AND ALSO my first job asked the same wage question and i said twelve dollars#and they were like all our new employees start at 7.75#the union insists that we pay all new employees a whopping 50 cents above min wage. (we'd pay less if we could)#like dawg why did you ask that then??? if my answer did not matter at all???
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size kink
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Pairing | Jason Todd x reader
Summary | He as a size kink. Thatâs it lol.
Warnings | Smut, size kink, manhandling, praise, creampie, gaping, cockwarming.
Words | 1k
Notes | đľâđŤ that fucking comic panel tho
Ao3 link | <3
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Kinktober | day 6: manhandling + size kink
Can yâall help me come up with a titleđ Iâm literally so exhausted and I just want to pass out but I have to post it within two hours for it to still be day 6 skfhsk
Jason Todd has a huge size kink⌠Heâs so massive that itâs honestly hard not to because there are barely any female body types that arenât smaller than him. Tall, big, buffâ all smaller than him, usually by a lot too.Â
Especially you. Youâre pretty much the same size as the average woman, but standing next to Jasonâ he practically dwarfs you. Whenever he holds your hand, you usually end up just holding two of his fingers because itâs more comfortable that way. Even when he places his hand on your thigh, he can completely cover the entire width of it.Â
Even though he loves the way it feels to hold you, how easy it is to lift you and manhandle you however he wants⌠one of his most favorite things is how small your cunt is too. It wasnât abnormally smallâ it was proportionate to your bodyâ but compared to his abnormally large cock? Even just compared to his fingers, you could barely take it.Â
He always tried to do as much foreplay as possible because, even though he thinks itâs hot when your face scrunches up in pain as you do your best to take him, he doesnât actually want to hurt you or make it not good for you. So he usually eats you out, slowly working you open on his fingers. He almost always gives you at least one orgasm before even attempting to fit his cock inside you, but even after the time he made you come over and over again for two hours straight, you were still so fucking tight.Â
You let out these soft whimpers and sounds of pain that make his cock throb. Sometimes you gasp out and desperately cling to him, trying to ground yourself. He always eases his cock in slowly, holding your hand or cupping your cheek and whispering soft praises into your ear.Â
âSo good at taking my cock, baby. Iâm almost halfway.â You whined and squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on taking deep breaths and relaxing your muscles. Jason couldnât help but look down between your bodies, watching his cock slowly disappear into your tight heat. âAlmost there, princess.â His voice was low and thick with poorly restrained arousal. When he finally bottomed out, you let out a pained whimper and he closed his eyes, trying not to bust his load right then and there.Â
âSuch a good girl. Youâre doing so good, baby.â He murmured tenderly, leaning down to kiss over your neck as his hand snaked down to rub your clit. You usually signaled whenever you were ready for him to start moving and heâd slowly draw his hips back, then push in again at the same pace.Â
Sometimes though, heâd stand and hold you in the air, lifting you up and down on his cock, limiting your squirming significantly. Or if you were riding him, heâd grab your hips and move you however fast and hard he wantedâ even if you put all your strength into staying seated or moving away, he was always stronger than you. It took practically no effort for him to lift you up and down, fucking you like you were his own personal sex doll.Â
While he usually liked being able to kiss you and watch your expression contort in pain as your walls were forced to accommodate his cock, he also liked putting you on your stomach. Sometimes heâd put you on your knees and push your face into the bed, but he liked laying on top of you even more. With his large legs caging in your much smaller ones, it made you even tighter. He loved being able to completely lay on top of you and wrap his arms around you, forcing you to feel every inch of his thick cock going in and out of your pussy. That position always made you feel trapped, but more in an exciting way rather than an anxious way because you knew heâd get off of you in a heartbeat if you told him to.Â
âThatâs it⌠Be a good girl and just take it, baby.â He whispered breathily, lips brushing your ear. You let out a choked moan and he moved his hand to squeeze your neck. âYou just lay there and let me use my favorite little fleshlight.â Every single timeâ without failâ your cunt would get impossibly tighter when he talked to you like that.Â
Something else he loved; the amount of come he released was proportional to his body as well⌠Sometimes he liked to paint your pretty face, completely drench you in his seed, but usually he liked filling you up. He liked dragging his hips back until his cock finally dislodged from your tight pussy that was practically trying to suck him in, and watching his come dribble out of your gaping hole, down your puffy folds.Â
âOh, look at you, babyâŚâ He cooed, voice raspy and thick. You whined and squirmed, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up and his seed leaking out of your abused cunt almost as much as he did.Â
âSqueeze that little cunt, princess. Try to keep my come inside.â He ordered softly, grabbing your ass and pulling you open to get a perfect view of your holes. He watched them flutter, but even when you tried your hardest, his cock had stretched you out too much for your hole to be able to tighten up again so soon.Â
âPoor thing⌠canât keep my come in that needy little pussy.â He chuckled, collecting the leaking come on his fingers and pushing it back into your hole. âBut thatâs okay, baby. Iâll help youâŚâ you let out a choked moan when he forced his cock back in, stretching you once again, âkeep you nice and plugged up, huh?â He laid down over you again, but turned so you were both on your sides in a spooning position with his cock still deep in your pussyâ It would usually stay there until you fell asleep, but sometimes only until he got worked up enough for round two.Â
(Iâm still bad at ending one shots lol)
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I love your work so much and it makes me feel a certain way <33 BUTT im here to request something that I've been looking for đ¤đ˝
Toji x Fan-Fiction-Writer ! Reader? I'll get on my knees if required đŤśđ˝
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đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: You know, some things are just not meant to be shared, such as fanfiction writing. And how the hell did your boyfriend, of all people, come to be the one to question you about your hobbies? You tell me, you dirty little writerâŚ
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Toji x fem fanfic writer! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! - the reader is mid/late 20s; Toji's in his mid-30s - humor - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (licking, sucking and swiping) - deep impact position - degradation (slut, whore) - use of "Daddy" title - praise + humiliation - spitting - cervix fucking - little bit of rough sex - unprotected sex (psa: wrap the willy; don't be silly) - pet names (baby, cupcake, good girl, mama, princess, sweetheart, sweetie) - aftercare; taking a bath together - usage of a phone; erotic literature/writing - Toji teasing you to no end, the bastard, lol - reader wears glasses cuz why not, hehe - mention of drool/spit.
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đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđ: bro. this idea cooked so bad, i just HAD to make a fic for it, lmao!! apologies for doing this months late, hope I did the prompt justice, and ty for loving my works~â
âNooo, stop, Toji, give it back!â
âHold on, baby, hold onâŚPhew, who knew ya liked wrtinâ dirty shit like this? The fuck is âpet playâââ
âOh my God, stop it!âÂ
This had to be, undoubtedly, the worst day of your life.
If thereâs one thing every human being on Earth has in common, itâs their love for the weekends. Theyâre amazing â have two whole days to retreat and relinquish the turmoil and stress after five days straight. Theyâre the days when you can choose whichever activity you want to enjoy your leisure.Â
Some people catch up on sleep, others watch a show or try to cook up a new dish, and some go outside and hang out with friends. But then there are those weekdays where itâs satisfying enough to spend your day inside the comfort of your home, delighting in a hobby.Â
The hobby you chose to indulge in this weekend was writing. And right at this moment, you regret it being the activity you selected.
Why? For one, it wasnât just any type of writing, like journalling or poetry. No, no; if it were, things would be easier for you to deal with now. Nope, it was fan fiction writing. The type of writing youâve known since middle school and decided to jump in and try for about a year. What started as a curiosity turned out to be a hobby that took up your infatuation to the maximum level: writing pieces every night, taking up requests from your following over six thousand followers, and serving as an outlet to project your fantasies onto the Internet.Â
What type of fantasies, you might ask? The type you read in a room by yourself or in the corner away from prying eyes, under a blanket with your phone exhibiting the dark secrets that corrupt your mind, or the type that only could be accepted on the Internet and not from the judgmental looks of those in the real world.
But, most certainly, not the type of fantasies you wanted your boyfriend to see!
âToji, please, give my computer back!â
âNah, hold on; I wanna see thisâŚOh, what a title; âFuck Me, Rail Me, Use Me, Daddyâââ
âTOJI, STOP!â
Perhaps writing fan fiction with your boyfriend occupying your apartment wasnât the best idea. But you wanted to get a draft donât by the end of this weekend, and you were almost done with it. You were typing up a storm in your bedroom, sitting at your desk while your man, Toji Fushiguro, was doing at-home exercises in your living room.Â
And you couldâve sworn you had locked your computer before going to the bathroom. All you know is that after flushing and washing your hands, you opened your bedroom door to a horrifying sight: Toji, sweaty from his routine in his sweats and wife beater, holding up your laptop that showed the exact draft that you were working on! No, no, NO! You almost tripped dashing to take the device, but the older man was too quick and effortlessly dodged your attempts while still reading the material. And now you know why you are hopping around your room trying to catch the man and stop him from reading more of your stuff.Â
Spoiler alert: your efforts were beyond futile, huffing and puffing in complete defeat on your bed. Your boyfriend was sitting beside you, still reading aloud while scrolling through your drafts, to your dismay. Your ears and cheeks harbored an unbearable heat that you could cry at any second, and you covered your face in case it were to happen. God, please kill me now!Â
âJesus fuckinâ Christ, how many of these shits have you written?â Toji inquires, his forest green eyes scanning every draft as if the list were endless. âHow long have you been doinâ this?â
âForâŚa while.â You can barely muster the confidence to utter an adequate response. How could I have forgotten to lock my damn computer?!
âHow longâs a while?â
âUhhh, aâŚa year?â
The silence was pinching your skin enough, but you donât know if you preferred it over the next thing he said. âWow, who wouldâve thought my sweet angel was a dirty lilâ thing writing filth like this?â Oh, you wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die. You can practically sense the smirk on his stupid, handsome face, pulling the scar off his lip! And it hurts your being that he laughs at you grabbing a pillow to scream into oblivion. âWhat a horny minx.â
You removed the pillow to tell him off. âItâs not all my fault! Most of those arenât even my ideas; some of my followers asked me to writeââ
âFollowers?â God, would it have killed you to shut up? âSo you got people readinâ your stuff?â
Downcast eyes to avoid his surveying ones, âWâWell, yesâŚPeople like how I write, so IâŚ..Write whatever they ask me.â
âOh, wow,â raven eyebrows lift while looking at the screen, flipping through the notes of your drafts to your blog with your completed works. âSo over a hundred freaks like how freaky you write.â
âHey, dâdonât say it like that!â
âOh really?â You didnât like how he said that, nor when he pulled up one of your drafts to read. â⌠âYou spread your legs on instinct as she sucks on your chest, and the woman takes the initiative by sliding a hand down to yourâââ
âStop, stop, STOP!â You sit upright and try again to take the computer away from him, but Toji swiftly moves to the bedroom floor. Fuck! It was hopeless, so you groan in exasperation. âQuit it, Toji; you had your fun, so give it back!â
He didnât think so; finding something new about you made him curious to no bounds. And for it to be a bit of a suggestive side of you? Oh, how ashamed you were of him finding this out tickled him. âDamn, thereâs so much on hereâŚHave you ever written âbout shit weâve done?â
You couldnât believe he asked you that question â you couldnât believe you were in this situation at all! Are you serious ââly asking me that?!?â
âIâm not hearinâ a âyesâ or âno.ââ Now, this is just diving into a more profound level of embarrassment than you could handle. âDidâya?â
ââŚâŚâŚâŚâŚyes.â
âWait, frâ real?! Which ones?â
âIâm not telling you! Just give me my laptopââ
âHell nah,â his elbow is strong enough to keep you at bayâhow pathetic on your part being treated like a kid. âIâm curious to see what my lilâ sweetheart is tellinâ strangers âbout how we do our businessââ
âIâm not telling them anything!!â You retort. âI-I just use our experience as a means ofâŚreferences when Iâm writing,â thumbs find themselves fidgeting together. âItâŚIt helps when I donât know how to describe a feeling, orâŚ.what itâs like during certainâŚ..positions.â Was the room getting stuffy, or were you shrinking under the growing pressure of every word coming out of your mouth? Who knows.Â
âIs there stuff yâve written before that youâd like frâ us to try?â Oh, for fuckâs sake, this was too much, bringing your âhisâ hoodie up to shield you from this predicament. And it only worsens when he stares your way, having you close up the hoodie by the drawstrings and collapse to his shoulder. Toji chuckles at your routing self, wrapping an arm around you. âCanât even be honest frâ a second.â
âToji, pleaseeee,â whining doesnât help, the older man moving the laptop out of your lazy attempt to retrieve it. âGive it baaackâŚ!â
âNnm, nnm, donât wanna,â he places the device away to the ground and takes your hand with his. âNow I gotta read what weird shit youâve been keepinâ âway from me.â
You shake your head frantically. âPlease donât! Donât you think youâve tormented me enough today?â
âNow, why would I ever get tired of fucking with ya?â The smirk on his face is still present after you open the hoodie to sneak a glare. âShoulda thought âbout that and locked yâr laptop screen.â
âYouâre such a fucking assholeâŚâ his laugh at your words only proves your point, and you bury your face in his chest. This entire thing was so outrageous. How in the world were you this dumb enough not to double-check to make sure your computer was locked from prying eyes? What an amateurish move! Not even your closest friends know that you write fanfiction, so to have your boyfriend be the one to not only find out but bombard you with questions about your secret hobby is nothing short of humiliating. It canât get any worse than thisâŚ
âŚOr so you thought.
âHey,â you perk up to look at Toji. âYou said ya got followers askinâ ya what they want you to write, right?â You nod meekly, twirling your thumbs with the bottom of your shirt. âShow me some.â
Appalled, you gawk, âWhâwhy would Iââ
âI know you have favorites from the hundreds Iâve been looking at for the past five minutes. So, are ya gonna show âem to me, or am I gonna have to read every single one to find out?âHe didnât show interest in returning the laptop to you even after asking the question. âOh, donât look at me like that, baby; I bet ya can look it up on yâr phone or somethinâ.â
Your pout deepens in defeat as you begrudgingly stuff a hand inside the pocket of your leggings to pull out your phone to click on an app. Your thumb clicks and scrolls for a few seconds before you peer to him and say, ââŚI do have some favorites.âÂ
Jesus, it hurt to admit that to someone, especially with your him of all people, who is without a doubt getting an absolute kick out of this, the fucking bastard! This was beyond embarrassing; nothing could ever top this moment. Indeed, there is nothing else he could have done that could have made this predicament any worse than it already is. At least thatâs what you tell yourself to cope because Tojiâs grin on his face says otherwise. And what he says afterward makes your blood shift to ice.
âWhy donât ya read âem to me.â
Yup, you were killing yourself tonight.
âââ ââ
ââ
â âââ
âGo on; read that short one frâ me.â
âAhhââŚHahhh, âSitting here and thinkingâŚabout your favesâŚMmmm.â
For some reason, this felt so. Fucking. Wrong!
You already knew it was a bad idea for you to read your works to your boyfriend at his request. However, to be fulfilling said wish in this manner? The mortification had your ears ringing a thousandfold.Â
How would you have foreseen this yourself, face stuffed to the pillow with your phone held up by your right hand with your legs spread up and your bottom propped up? Who the hell reads like this?! And on top of that, your boyfriend is alongside you, his body behind you. The inability to see what heâs doing arises uneasiness in the soul, quivers sneaking up as you feel the rough pads of his fingertips greet the skin of your ass after sneaking inside the oversized hoodie.Â
Breath hitches at the slide of your panties, coming down for his hands to grope the flesh wholly. âTo..jiâŚâ his name leaves in shakes.Â
âCâmon, baby,â you swallow thickly at the cupping of your chasm. Toji chuckles at the twitch felt on his palm, âRead it properly, yeah? Word for word.â
Oh, fuck, your brows trench together. âTâŚâThinking about your faves pleasing you from behind. He knows he has to tease you a bitâTmmm,â his lightly hits your butt. ââB-By massaging your ass with his strong hands,â he does so, kneading your ass skillfully that has you involuntarily purring to his touch. ââŚâKeeping you still and relaxed so he can later feel you with his fingers andââ his forefinger and middle slowly come from your clit to the entrance, biting your lips. âNhhmm, hahhh.â
âGo on,â Toji scolds, the middle digit sliding up and down with a faint push. Your back quakes to the touch, fingers gripping the pillow. âWhat else is yâr fav doing?â
You inhale. âMmmmâŚâand circle one of them around to warm you upâââ spit gulped down again when Tojiâs digit did the exact thing as told. ââAnd then, when he knows youâre ready for him, he sneaks them insiââ Aaaiiii!â His middle finger is shoved into your vagina, and your toes instantly curl before he pushes the rest ever so slowly. âOh! Ohhh, fuckâŚâHeâŚthen comes to your shoulder and says to your ear to make you tingleâŚâ
ââŚâStay still, sweetie,ââ woah. You were not expecting that; you were too focused on trying to read your words, and Toji bending to your ear to read his part wasnât noticed at all. You only hope he didnât catch the clasp of your vaginal walls around his finger (he most definitely did), hoping the soft chortle meant nothing. ââGonna let me make yâ feel good, yeah?ââ Jesus Christ, his gruff voice relayed this so intimately to your eardrums that your heart was beating too hard.
Tojiâs finger goes faster, nearly having you almost drop your phone. Your face smooshes to the pillow from the scrape of his fingertip, biting on the pillowcase as he puts in the other finger. He whispers to your ear to keep going; unbelievableâŚSo you lift your head and try. âJ-JâŚâJust thinking about how easy he could make you cumâMmmph! Wi-With his fingersssâŚscratching and rubbing your insides so precisely until youâre practically begging to mess his hand upââŚâ
âOh, frâ real?â The perk of his tone makes you anxious. âWell, donâ mind if I do.â
The pace of his ring and middle finger increase, and you gasp sharply. The onslaught of rubs to your inner channel is enough to have your lower half writhe despite Toji keeping your legs grounded with his single one. Oh, fucking Christ, your glasses up to your smooshed cheeks the more you try to conceal your cries, proven to be trivial as the seconds go by.Â
âAww, whaddaya think yâre doinâ?â He coos with a kiss to your nape; you nearly shut down. His free hand takes your phone, âTryinâ to hide that cute voice of yârs from me? Fuck that,â he then removes his digits from your chasm as you yelp and makes you flip to your back. Oh, fuck no! Your hands go to cover your faceânope, Toji is quick to move them away. âLemme see you, mamaâŚNow, letâs see what else you should read frâ me.â He swipes your phone screen, âThis too wordy, this long as fuckâgoddamn, baby; you writinâ whole ass novels or somethinâ?â
âShut up,â you reply as your legs move, and Tojiâs left hand removes your undies.Â
âAh, this one!â He hands you back your cellular device. Your eyes catch the first sentence, and your face morphs into dread before staring back at him to meet his grin. âGo âhead,â he says cooly, spreading your legs by the knees.
ââŚâPicture this: your favorite coming to your room and seeing you on your bed and striding to you to taste you,â you inhale deeply at the blow of air on your wet southern folds. ââHe crawls up to you while youâre busy scrolling on the phone, busying himself with placing kisses to your stomach and down to your undies. Heâll then take them off and spread your legs for him, greeting your privates with his tonââGhhhâŚ!â Toji licks your slit leisurely; you gulp at the muscle perching between the lips of your labia. âHahhh, shitâŚâThe smell and taste of you are so inviting he can barely keep it together, virtually inching to stuff his face with your pussy. He kisses it, lips petting your clit,ââ he does so, and you chew your bottom lip. ââThen his tongue goes excruciatingly slow to e-explore your folds,â your exhale is shaky as Tojiâs tongue laps and swirls; fuck, I canât do thisâŚ
The older man, on the other hand, flips a switch and goes to town. You knew this was a bad idea; if thereâs one thing Toji loved doing more than fucking your cunt, itâs eating it out. He pushes your legs up by the knees for easier access, the angle perfect for him to propel his mouth onto your entrance. You shriek, his nose frequently grinding the hood of your cunt as his scarred lips and tongue suck and lick you feverishly.
ââTahhh! Ohhhshit, noâŚ!â You cry, throwing your head back to the pillow. âAhhnn, Tojiii, stopâŚnot too fastâOooh!â
He spits, mixing his saliva with your slick as he laves. âMmmph, shit, taste âo good,â Toji pushes his face further as he sucks on your clit, and you nearly choke on your sob. âYeah, yeah, let âem out; scream like a real whore.â You jerk, but his hands firmly keep you down. âKeep goinâ, cupcake, finish yâr reading.â
âKhhh, God, I canât,â you gulp when emerald eyes peer toward you. ââŚâBefore long, heâs too overwhelmed by you that he canât take it anymore, stuffing his face between your legs and having you cry out his name in prayersâyour phone is no longer a priority.ââ Jesus, you can hear his grunts along with the lascivious sounds coming from below; heâs so fucking turned on. ââNow he has your attention, playing with yourâŚpussy like a toy just to hear you squeak.â Â
âFuck yeah,â he groans as he sticks his fore and middle digits into you. Fingers go to and fro frantically, and your free hand grabs his raven hair. âChrist, yâ sound so fuckinâ hot. More, gimme more,â a long and harsh kiss to your clit makes you want to arch so bad. âGood girl, good fuckinâ girlâŚâ
You hiss at the graze of your vagina; keeping your eyes open is hard to do. Lips go agape, and your noises fly out with no restraint. Your legs tremble, impending in a wish to close from the curl of Tojiâs fingers. Your senses become too keen, your nerves heightening with every massage of your walls, lick and slurp of your slick and clit.Â
âOhooo, nhhmm, fuck, Tojiiii,â another suck to your clit has you grip the sheets. âStooop, please; Iâm gonna cummâŚ!âÂ
However, your boyfriend has another idea in his head. âOh no, you donât, princess,â his fingers leave you hurriedly with a squeal. He yanks for your phone once more to find yet another piece of yours for you to read, giving you so little time to recuperate. Until he scoffs with a smirk, âOhh, read this one aloud next.âÂ
You take the device returned to you cautiously, scanning the first few words that catch your eye. Curiosity snaps to apprehension, âW-wait, no, please!â Begging wonât work, but it doesnât hurt to try. âPlease, Toji, look for someââ
âAht, aht,â the click of the tongue shuts you. âCâmon, sweetheart, that ainât what yâre callinâ yâr fav right now.â He squeezes your thigh, âWhatâs my name?â
âToji, pleasââ
âMm, mm,â he pinches you, a warning. âTry again.â
Excitement Nervousness flicker through your soul, breathing tardily as you muster to answer. âSorryâŚDaddy.â The title burnt your tongue when it left your mouth, and the smile lifted Tojiâs scar even more.Â
âGood,â he praises. âNow read.â
ââŚOne of my followers asked about writing a post about deep impact, so itâsââ
âDeep impact?â He questions while spreading your legs. âThe hellâs that?âÂ
âI-Itâs a, uhh,â you push up your glasses. âA position where youâŚkinda, like, sit on one of my legs and lift the other to your shoulder.â
Black eyebrows rise. âOhhh, somethinâ like this, huh?â Sturdy hands find your ankle and lift your leg to his shoulder, and Toji then moves to have your other leg in between his. Your lips flatten when the groin of his pantsâaka, the pitched tentâtouches your hole. He whistles, âOh, now I got a new favorite to add frâ later.â His words arenât meant to jest, so you frown as he snickers. âAlright, what did you write for this?â
You lick your lips; why? Toji uses his free hand to bring his sweats down, not surprised by the lack of underwear as his erection springs out. His cock is standing and ready for you, the precum oozing out alluring your eyes and your lip bitten by excited teeth. Of course, your vagina is clenching to a voidâanticipation is a hell of a drug affecting your entire figure.Â
âDonât get too distracted, mama,â he caught you eyeing him, lifting the hem of his wifeâs beater to bite down on. Your ears and cheeks scorched at the sight of his abs and torso. âRead those words.â
Your gaze flickers to your phone while Toji lines his dick to your entrance, a gulp at the kiss of his glans and your inner labia. ââŚâDaddy has you propped in a deep impact, a position catered to mutual pleasure and closeness. He taps you with the tip to have you excited, then slowly pushes himself into yourâMmfff!âŚy-your warmth,â reminding yourself to maintain a steady breath; Toji pushes his cockhead into your slick as youâre distracted. A few seconds fly by, and he slips right in; a gasp exiting your puffy lips indicates so. ââHâHe gently shoves every inch and stretches you out,ââ his girth is lethal, your eyes rolling up the further his tip goes, scrapping your texture and your opening suiting for his length. ââA-And, it feels so good to have him making you full and goodââHoohh?!?â
Thatâs it, thatâs what you were anxious aboutâyou felt the jab of his tip on your cervix. You freeze instantly, too shocked to breathe as the hit was spontaneous. Your body locks down for a quick second to process what happened.
Toji notices your tightened grip and hisses, âFffuuckin, shitâŚ! So tight,â his hips go sluggish, and you feel his veins and shaft brush nicely with your insides. You sneak a glance at his flashed abdomen; the flex of his abs as he pushes his pelvis in waves is a sight to seeâenough to put you in a trance.Â
You continue. ââHis hip work is pleasuring, having you wail and cry out f-for moreâŚthe sensation of Daddyâs dick venturing inside and hitting your sweet spots is enough to make your toes curlâNhhaaaâŚâ
He can sense you gripping on him more; fuck, it feels so good. His thrusts go a little faster, forming a minimal medium. You exhale through your nostrils at the change of pace, and grazes against your walls become periodic and long-lasting the deeper he goes.
 âDaaah, ahhh, f-fuuck,â you whimper aloud. âTojiii, yâ feel so gâNnnmm!?!â You nearly swallow your tongue from the sudden pound of him, the rub of your G-spot too abrupt to predict.Â
âWho?â God, you know heâs getting a good kick out of this, the fucker. He pushes his cock to the hilt, and it takes everything in your power not to babble from the overwhelming intensity.Â
âDaddy, daddyyy, donâtâŚ!â Correcting yourself as his fingers dance around your unattended clit. âIâm sorry, you just feel so good..â
Thatâs more like it. âGood girl,â he bends closer, his knees spreading further apart. He pushes the leg on his shoulder so that the angle is plausible for him to rut harder. You shriek and squirm to his enjoyment, âKeep readinâ.â
â��Y-âŚYouâre cries become more shameful the harder and faster he goes,â Toji stimulates for a harsher pound; another hit to your cervix has you winded. Despite your gasping for air, he doesnât relent, and you jerk to undulate to another poke. âSh-shiiit, JesusssâŚ! âHe pistons so hard, so deep, itâs difficult even to think straight when all you can think isâââ a choked sob from a slow pull before a devious snap of the hips. âA-All you câan thinkâŚAhahh!â Another nudge to your G-spot; this is so hellish!
The culprit scoffs softly. âThink âbout what, baby?â He swipes and pinches your clit to have you jolt and whine. âTell Daddy the rest.âÂ
Fuck, I canât take it anymore! The phone slips your hand, barely missing your head. âDaddyyy, I canât!â
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â Another pinch to the bud pairs with a poke to your delicate womb. Oh, heâs such a dick! âDonât wanna read frâ me?â He chuckles aloud at you shaking your head ânoâ. âWhyâs that?â
âC-Cuz, if you keep going, Iâll,â a head thrown back at another nip on your clitoris. âAhh, I-IâllâŚ!â Shit, you can feel it, the climb rocking your bones to entail your soon climax.Â
âWhat? Ya wanna cum on Daddyâs dick instead of readinâ like a sweetheart,â donât believe the words; his faux disappointment doesnât match the merciless thrusts and the devilish grin. âWanna act like a whole slut and cum on me?â
âYesss, yes, pleasee!!â You donât care anymore; you want to let it out. âPlease, Daddyyy, I wanna cummm!!â
âHeh, what a nasty girl you areâNnnmm! Fuck, just milkinâ me dry, begginâ frâ it, huh?â The same fingers he used to play with your clit come to your lips to shove inside, forcing you to taste yourself. âGo âhead, mama; let yârself go, be the slut you really areâŚHahhh, shit, câmere,â he grabs for both your wrists with his free hand after taking off your glasses and propels you towards him at the same time as he pounds. Holy fuck, this position was getting rougher, pulling you in and hitting your cervix with accurate hits that youâre whining and twitching. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck! Itâs too much, itâs all too much to bear, so itâs no wonder you climax in seconds.
You cry with the breach of your crescendo, your inner muscles contracting around the cock, hitting your womb. Your nerves are now peaked as the air is sensitive to your skin, and you feel so out of breath, everything happening all at once that you canât keep up as you thank Toji in babbled prayers, still sucking on his fingers as your vagina flutters and coats him of your essence.
âGood job, cupcake,â he comes closer and removes his digits. âCanât beat the real thing, right?â He cups and massages your cheeks before spitting into your mouth.Â
You donât even flinch, too fucked out to even care, just moaning to his lips as he brings you in for a passionate kiss as his hips keep going until heâs done and satisfiedâŚ
âââ ââ
ââ
â âââ
âUghhh, I canât believe I just did thatâŚâ
âPfft quit whininâ. Donât act like ya didnât enjoy it.â
âI hate you so fucking much, you know that?â
âWhatever yâ say, Ms. Novelist.â You grumble at the name before he brings the washcloth to wipe down your neck. Â
You and Toji were now in the bathroom, your nude bodies squished together, with the warm water cleansing you both. Hair and skin damp, your back meshed to his front as you sit between his legs. The soft yellow lighting basks the bathroom with a warm glow as you two bathe in relaxation, a needed state after the excitement prior.Â
You snatch the washcloth before Toji wipes your face clean off. âWhy did you have to be so nosy, looking at my laptop for what?â You wipe his arm that rests on the rim of the tub.Â
He rolls his eyes, knowing heâs in for a lecture. âWell, if ya didnât want me to see, shoulda locked the shit.â
âThat doesnât excuse the fact that youâre nosy as hell! Couldâve just looked somewhere else or left the room!â
âHmph, well, when you see the words âDown and Dirtyâ all bolded and big and see another tab with a pic of a rimjob, who wouldnât stopââ
âOkay, okay!â It would be best if you threw the cloth at him for chortling; such an indecorous personality for someone supposedly older than you. âYouâre insufferable.â
âRight back at you,â he whispers to your ear and kisses your cheek. You sigh softly from his lips, resting your head on his shoulder while he pecks your chin. The hand in the water finds your thigh to grope and massage, and you moan at the touch and unwind.
Tranquility fills the cozy space between you two as the silence settles in, the humid air comforting to your nose and eyes, and the drip of the faucet plucking into the tub water is a soothing sound to cajole you into a dormant plane.Â
However, even when relaxing, it doesnât stop the bothersome feeling of asking Toji something. And where better than with you in his secure embrace? âToji,â his name has him open an eye to look your way. âYou donât think IâmâŚweird, donât you?â
He raises a brow. âExplain.â
âLike, donât you find it weird that me, your partner, indulges in hobbies that areâŚyou know, like that,â now your eyes trail away from his gaze. âWriting about fictional fantasies and such, looking up erotic material and stuffâŚâ
A few seconds fly as he scoffs. âBaby, Iâve been lookinâ at porn way before I met youââ
âThâThatâs not what I meant??â
âBesides, itâs nothing more than just writinâ shit that doesnât exist. Hmm, if anything, now I know yâre just as big of a pervert as I am.â
Anxiousness transitions to peeve. âYou are soââ
âDo you like what you do?âÂ
The question takes you aback; the immediate serious tone switch wasnât expected. ââŚI..yeah.â
âAre ya hurtinâ anyone?â
âNoâŚat least I donât want to.â
âAre ya hurtinâ yâreself?â You see what heâs doing, the glint shining from his viridian orb.
âNo. IâŚlike this hobby.â
Finally, a small smile contorts that scar of his. âThen I donât mind it. Itâs what ya like to do, so do whatever, sweetie.â He comes to kiss your nose and rest his forehead with yours. âI like ya beinâ a lilâ weird anyway.â
âJackassâŚâ And there you go, falling in love with him again. You cup his cheek, kiss the other, and repose onto his shoulder with a blissful sigh.Â
âNow,â you blink back to him. âCanât lie, think you gotta start callinâ me âDaddyâ from now on,â like a scratched record, your heart stops, especially with his mischievous smirk. âWhere can I read the rest of yâr stuff at?â
âThatâs it,â you ignore his annoying bark of laughter as you try to squirm out of his hold. âLet me out of here, get me out of this fucking tub.â
âHaha, hey, quit it; yâre spillinâ the water!â
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"Are you serious...?" - Angst! [Hyung Line SKZ]
Notes : These are all obviously fictional situations, the red flags are just based off of habits we know they have (like Chan's need to be needed, Changbin being blunt/honest.) This post isn't me saying I think they have these red flags, it's just a fun angsty prompt I wrote down. If you don't like it, scroll and don't read.
If people like this - a maknae line will be written! If not, prolly not lol.
Warnings : Angst with no comfort, red flag behavior - some of these aren't even that bad or could be misunderstandings but still.
Maknae Line | "Good Luck, Babe." Part Two!! Here!
BangChan - Brushing off/Having the wrong priorities
One time, it was him forgetting a dinner date - the next, he was staying at the studio late when he was supposed to be meeting your parents for the first time. You let it slide because ultimately you understood that his job took up a lot of his time, and honestly? It wasn't easy to forget about but he had a tendency to take care of you and make up with it by quick gestures before he left the apartment or when he came home; Soft back hugs, quick cuddles before he fell asleep, or kisses in passing. Lately, however, he's been slacking. He'd begun to shrug you off any time you'd touched his arm or hand, nudging you away while he typed on his laptop. He'd tip his head away from yours while laying in bed together or he'd sit further away on the dressing room sofa.
The tipping point was when he was getting ready to go on stage and was standing in wait for the others to be ready. There was still five minutes and Chris looked a bit jittery, so you figured a quick hug or kiss would help ease his nerves. However as soon as you approach and reach to touch his arms, he steps back and keeps his eyes trained on his phone. You reach again, hesitant, and his brow furrows as he maneuvers to the side to get away. "Don't touch me."
Your lips pop apart in surprise. "...Are you serious?"
He looks over, eyes briefly wandering your face before he reaches to fix his in-ear and walks away to the door, disappearing around the corner and leaving you standing there alone. Even the soft touch of Felix's hand on your back as he passed by was warmer than anything you'd felt from Chris in the last two months.
Lee Know - Keeping secrets / Prioritizing Privacy within himself
Minho had a very, very bad habit of not telling you things. In this instance; That he was leaving for tour in two days.
A world. fucking. tour. The only reason you didn't know about it was because you hadn't been out of your home in the last few weeks unless it was for a quick coffee at the cafe or to grab lunch with a friend. Work was heavy during this time of year and as someone who worked remotely, you often spent grueling hours in your office on your computer - hunched, tired, head pounding and back sore.
So you would think that when you entered your bedroom one evening after just finishing up sorting files in your office, you'd be happy to see your boyfriend already there. And you were for a moment, until you realized he was packing three rather large suitcases full of his clothes and necessities. He looks to you, then away, wordless.
"Are.. you.. moving out, or something?" You breathe in a laugh, eyes wandering over Minho as he folds a t-shirt and tucks it into his suitcase with the others.
"No. I have to bring all of my luggage to the company building tomorrow so they can have it at the airport when we leave for Australia."
"Australia?" Your brows quirk. "When -- Why --"
"Tour." He stops his movements to stare over at you, a hint of irritation evident on his face. "We're going on tour for six months."
"Six--" You breathe out, eyes widening. "Six months. And you didn't think to tell me?"
Minho moves to drop a pair of pants in his suitcase. "I would've told you if you could handle the news, maybe. Every time I mention leaving all you do is whine and pout about how long I'll be gone."
"I get upset, yes, what girlfriend wouldn't be upset that her boyfriend is leaving for a week or two? But six months, Minho, I --"
"Don't start." He all but huffs out the words, shutting you up immediately. Minho turns away to continue folding items of clothing on the shared bed and as you watch him do so, you stand and have to wonder if you want to be there when he returns home from the tour.
Changbin - Not knowing the difference between being rude and being blunt
He didn't seem to understand when to stop. Changbin had a tendency to be honest, sometimes to a fault, though you never seemed to complain about it because most of the time it wasn't a big deal. He called Jeongin out for saying the wrong word when singing, or blatantly threw people under the bus when a joke was taken too far.
And he was like that with you, too. He would be honest with you when you asked his opinion of something - was the shirt unflattering? Were you being too loud? Was your makeup bad today?
He'd lay it on you point blank. Yes, the shirt fit a little weird. Yes, you were being a bit loud in his ear. And yes, your eyeliner was going in two different directions. Criticism that was asked for. But when it wasn't asked for? Oh.
"What is your problem?" He bites as he follows you down the hallway to your bedroom. "We have ten minutes, just wear the damn dress and put your shoes on. We have to go."
Your huffs mix with stifled sobs as you rip open your dresser drawer and dig for other options, hands shaking and eyes teary. "You just told me the dress looks ugly, Changbin. I'm not wearing it out if you don't like it--!"
"What does it matter if i don't like it? It's your body, wear what you want!"
"You're my boyfriend!" You retaliate, frustrated. "I want to look nice for you and -- for the group, and I want you to like what I wear, obviously!"
Changbin lets his eyes roll before he turns out of the bedroom doorway and down the hall. You pause to watch him go, listening as he bites about how he doesn't have time for this and needs to leave for the group dinner. You stand in front of your dresser in shock as the door to your apartment slams shut, leaving you in silence and all on your own.
Hyunjin - Being too cocky / Making you feel inferior
It hadn't happened before now, and you weren't sure why it happened at all. But it did.
You'd approached to gently hold onto your boyfriend's arm as he talked to an older idol - someone he looked up to and had just done a collaboration video with. You'd only come up to tell him that the food was delivered and he could have dinner before his stage, but the look he gave you when he finally turned his head was .... wild.
No words were needed. The way his eyes directed to the side you stood at before falling as if looking you over and then immediately looking away; The way the smirk on his lips only widened and his tongue pushed at his canines as he redirected his gaze elsewhere. The soft scoff that left his lips. The way his arm slipped away from your hold in clear nuance that he didn't want you touching him.
It made you feel like less. Like he was pretending he didn't know you - Like he wanted you to bug off and disappear from his line of sight.
Hyunjin had a tendency to put on a confident, bold persona when he was on stage and at first you thought maybe that was why he was acting this way. It was lingering in his body from the dance video he'd just filmed with the other idol and eventually, it would wear off.
But as he turned from you and lifted a hand to fix his hair, he talks to the other as if you're not even there at all. And you have to wonder if it's a persona for the video, or a side of him you had just experienced for the first time. Now you could only hope it wouldn't happen again.
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â how to get a girlâs attention
luke castellan x fem!daughter of demeter!reader
warnings: near-drowning experienceâŚ
summary: as the daughter of demeter, youâre the first person that everyone turns to when injuries need to be tended too, questions need to be asked, and any type of advice is required, however whatâs going to happen when youâre the one in need?
a/n: this oneâs quite lengthy guys! i really just got derailed like ten times and love adding details and the ending is kind of basic but whatever; donât mind me making up random camper names btw lol đźđź
waking up to the sound of constant bickering was just a normal tuesday morning as your younger half-siblings were already at each otherâs throats about some stupid thing. yesterday it was borrowing boots and the day before it was who had to take the trash out.
you groaned, wishing that you could still sleep in peace and quiet but your cabin clearly suggested otherwise. so you gradually got up and put on your little slippers, approaching the main fighters who continued to argue with each other.
âhey hey hey, whatâs going on now.â you had to physically get between the two children, separating them with your arms.
âhe slipped paint all over my skirt and now itâs ruined!â the young girl cried, holding up her stained skirt to prove it. you took the clothing in your hands and knelt down to face her.
âwhy donât i go to the river later today and try to get the stain out myself. it seems washable to me, what do you think?â
with a slight frown, she nodded her head to comply. you were relieved to say the least before turning to the boy, âhow about you apologize and come with me to the river after breakfast?â
the boy stayed silent with his arms crossed, trying to avoid your insisting stare. but intimidated enough, he looked to the floor and whispered a small âfine, iâm sorryâ with a glare.
you smiled as the situation was deescalated and told the rest of the kids surrounding the pair to hurry and make their beds in order to head to breakfast.
holding hands with the now puffy-faced girl, you tried to tell her about all the fun activities she could do today to forget about the unfortunate morning incident.
before reaching mess hall, the child already had a a bright smile just thinking about the bracelet making and embroidery you promised for the later evening. pleased with your peace-making skills, you sat with the rest of your campers and half-siblings that you were in charge of.
as the eldest sibling and one of the camp counselors, you took on the responsibility of looking after the young ones and caring for almost everyone at camp.
thus, when most of the camp half-blood children had troubles or dilemmas of any sort, they would disregard their own counselors and go straight to you. your kindhearted, yet sociable personality rooted from your mother: demeter.
you were often found laying around in the fruit fields or by the river listening to the water flow through the ground and hit the rocks. like your mother, nature was where you felt at peace, especially with the lack of quiet in your own cabin.
but you still loved your fellow campers and half-siblings, except for one boy who would not leave you alone.
luke castellan.
he liked to push your buttons and see how far he could take you until youâd explode. of course, you always kept your calm until either you just left the conversation or it would be interrupted by a camper in need who was like a knight in shining armor.
it wasnât that you didnât like the guy. you liked everyone at camp, including mr. d for gods sake! but something about luke was different. you occasionally saw him with his campers or his friends, he would joke around but never act like he does with you.
when you least expect it, he sneaks up behind you and gets close enough to whisper something in your ear. it could be just a random comment or sentence started but in an alluring voice as if you were friends or even more.
he knows what heâs doing. the moment he finishes, you flinch and get flustered, cheeks heating up and instantly standing up to avoid making eye contact. as you walk away, luke only watches and smiles to himself.
he knows how much power he holds over you, as with just a few words he can make you nervous.
âokay so once everyoneâs done, weâll first go to the archery range and youâll stay there with counselor clarisse while damien and i go to the river to get that nasty stain out.â you explained and first looked at the boy who begrudgingly agreed to helping you earlier and then winked at the little girl you promised to help.
âcounselor clarisseâŚ!â one of the boys exclaimed.
âoh no sheâs the mean one!â âyeah, sheâs a bully!â your campers all started to agree and mutter remarks about their fear in staying with clarisse.
you couldnât help but chuckle at their scared little faces, âclarisse? oh gods no! clarisse is not scary, she loves you guys and sheâll take good care of you.â
the children stared at you in disbelief while chowing down their eggs and bacon. âwhy canât we just come with you to the river?!â one of the girls begged and began to pout alongside the other ten kids beside her.
you sighed and pursed your lips into a thin line, trying to come up with a compromise but you couldnât.
âplease itâs only for a couple of hours and then iâll be back for the rock wall and some capture the flag!â you persuaded, trying to lighten up the mood.
but the kids still looked dissatisfied, now poking their breakfast around with their utensils in objection.
âwellââ before you could plead another case why clarisse is a perfectly reasonable and responsible counselor and guardian, you were cut off by the one and only.
âaw donât worry guys, you should listen to your counselor. plus iâll be there too so if counselor clarisse gets even just a little too scary, you can come and hang with awesome counselor luke!â a voice announced from behind you.
you nearly choked on your food, startled in the surprise voice cutting you off. but the campers were overjoyed to see their second favorite counselor appear. there were an overwhelming amount of comments from the once so silent children, mostly regarding âluke!â and âyay!â
you whipped your head around to face the boy, standing right behind you with nothing but a smug grin on his face. then he leaned in just as he always does and whispered a quick, âyouâre welcomeâ and turned to leave just as fast as he came.
âcan we please hang out with counselor luke instead of clarisse?!â all the campers plead with their hands put together and lower lip puckered. left with no other choice by that damn castellan again, you inhaled deeply and slightly nodded which was shortly followed by an array of cheers and excitement.
after dropping off all of the campers in the hands of luke, you put a hand on damienâs back and led him to the river. but before leaving, you had to make sure luke would actually clock in as a responsible counselor.
âso i can count on you to keep them safe for the next couple of hours?â
âwow you sound like you doubt me!â luke said and took a step back with his hands up in fake surrender.
âenough with the games, castellan. are you going to make sure they donât kill each other and stay unharmed until i return?â you asked again, ignoring his previous comment.
luke tried to hold back his smile after you called him by his last name. most of the time, his sparring partners or other counselors would use his last name rather his first. however, when the way you let the ânâ slightly my drag after saying it sent chills throughout his entire body.
to hide his delight, he lightly scoffed and crossed his arms at your hesitation. âi assure you that i will protect them with my life. i mean i am the best swordsman at camp,â he added as the corners of his lips just couldnât help themselves to lift a little.
you rolled your eyes at his self-confidence and how he kept complimenting himself. luke only did it to impress you though, something that hasnât been very successful.
âokay well alissa has a nut allergy, georgie has a bee allergy, and please keep thomas and will away from the poison ivy. i do not want to spend another summer knee deep in tomato juice.â
luke could only watch and admire as you kept expressing your deep concern for all the kids. he loved how much you cared. but a few more seconds and you would be driving yourself crazy over all the possibilities of something going wrong.
thatâs when luke stepped in and softly grabbed your right arm.
âhey, itâs fine. go do whatever you have to do and iâll come running down to the river if anything goes wrong but i doubt it, iâm pretty responsible yâknow.â he reassured and stared straight into your eyes, indicating his sincerity. his smile wasnât conceited or to drive his ego but rather held a tender emotion.
you looked up into his hazel eyes and suddenly the worries stopped and your nerves were calmed, other than the ones beginning to stir in your stomach. but this was far from the regard about the kids.
this feeling was something else. something new.
âare we going to go already?â the young boy you almost forgot about, whined and rugged on your orange camp t-shirt.
snapping out of your trance and back to reality you answered, âo-oh yeah, i think counselor lukeâs got it from here.â
with that you turned away from luke and immediately headed for the river alongside damien but the paint-stained skirt was farthest from your mind now. you tried to shake the new feelings and thoughts out of your body and replace them with your past ones of the kids.
until, âis that guy your boyfriend?â
you quickly looked down to the boy asking the question, with such seriousness in his eyes.
âcounselor luke? gods no! i wouldnât even call him a friend!â you answered swiftly, picking up your pace and hurrying damien in front of you.
âgeezâŚi was just asking!â
as soon as you two got to the river, settling on a few rocks by the edge, you started rubbing the blue-stained skirt with the clear water. damien sat next to you, fiddling his thumbs and staring at the waterâs constant movement.
âso are you going to tell me why you did this or not?â you began, keeping your eyes on the skirt.
âi just wanted to.â
âdamien.â you urged and this time, you stared directly at him with your eyebrows raised.
he sighed in defeat and gave up on lying to you.
âokayâŚwell i just didnât know how else to get claraâs attention,â the boy admitted and refused to look at you.
his response warned your heart and prompted your to smile to yourself.
âso you did this, just to get claraâs attention?â
you held up the now drenched skirt and demanded damien to look at you. for a moment, he did and nodded quickly before instantly going back to staring at the rock he was sitting on.
you stifled your laughter at how adorable the young boy you were with was being.
âdamienâŚthere are a lot of different and more efficient ways to get claraâs attention. may a suggest one that doesnât destroy her belongings and ends up with her being angry?â you insisted and squeezed the excess water out of the skirt.
he looked up and nodded again but this time he continued.
âwhat should i do?â
âwhy donât you make her a bracelet when we go back and sincerely apologize.â you suggested while laying out the wet skirt on the rock to dry.
he smiled at your suggestion as you went to sit closer by him. before speaking again, he pulled out a small daisy from his pant pocket and presented it to you.
your eyes focused on the blooming flower that lost a few of its petals due to being stuck in the boyâs pocket for a while now. but the remaining petals still standing were enough to maintain the flowerâs beauty.
âwhen did you become such a gentlemen?â you nudged his shoulder and took the flower from his hands.
âoh, iâve been giving him some lessons.â
alarmed, you turned to see the familiar face that had been surprising you all day.
âwhat are you doing here?! how about the kidsâwhoâs watching them?!â you immediately stood up and marched towards the too calm figure standing amongst the trees. but he caught you with both arms, preventing you with ease.
âwoah woah, take a breather, theyâre with clarisse.â he said and stopped you before you ran back to the mess hall.
reading your expression, luke could tell you were not convinced nor pleased so he had to fix his answer.
ââand annabeth and chris.â
with that you stopped fighting against his grasp and stepped back, finally exhaling.
âyou havenât answered my first question.â
âoh! i just uh wanted to um come and tell you that theyâre asking for damien back at camp. they were practically begging me to come over here and get him!â
you narrowed your eyes after he finished, easily indicating the lie.
âokayâŚyou can go damien but remember what i said,â you smiled and patted his shoulder before sending him off back to camp.
the young boy ran off without a care and ready to make that bracelet with a formal apology. luke stood there, quite surprised that his lie that chris helped him think of in fact worked.
âsoooo do you need help with whatever that is?â luke pointed at the skirt laid out on the rock.
âno.â you shortly responded and walked back to your rock but luke followed like a lost puppy.
âare you sure? i mean as head counselor for cabin 11, i can cook up a mean batch of laundry,â he insisted and trailed behind you.
unbeknownst to him, you rolled your eyes and cringed at his wording.
âyour words donât even make sense.â
caught in a lie, luke decided actions spoke louder than words and walked past you to the skirt. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as he picked it up and crouched down near the water before dunking it back into the water.
shocked and a little annoyed, you hurriedly ran to him.
âwhat the hell are you doing?! i just washed that! iâm waiting for it to dry dumbass!â
âoh she curses!â he exclaimed, finally getting a real response from you.
you reached for it until luke raised it a little higher, just out of your reach. using his height as an advantage, he held out the clothing as far as he could and to the river.
fed up and exhausted, you went on your tippy-toes and lunged for the skirt. swiftly, luke pulled it close to his body just as you reached leading you to accidentally lean too far.
with a splash, you fell straight into the freezing cold water, unknown to how deep the river was. lukeâs eyes widened, he thought you falling in would be funny but once you hadnât resurfaced within a few seconds he became worried.
without a second thought, he dropped the skirt, pulled off his camp shirt, and dove into the biting waves. as soon as he saw your bright orange t-shirt in contrast to the clear water, he put his arm around your waist and swim towards the surface.
pulling you out to the rocks and laying your body on the ground, he waited for you to gain consciousness. luckily, you started to gasp for air and spit out gulps of water as you sat up.
luke sighed in relief at once. you wiped your face of water and blinked repeatedly until your sight returned to normal. then your eyes were fixated on something else, rather someone. his bare chest stood directly in front of your face, it wasnât like you were trying to stare!
âiâm sorry, y/n. Iâm so sorry, i didnât mean to do that and iâm really sorry.â luke recited.
âi-itâs okay.â you stuttered, the cold water chilling your body.
âhere take off the wet one and take mine.â
luke grabbed his discarded camp shirt and handed it to you. if you werenât on the verge of frostbite you wouldâve refused, but without another word you agreed and luke turned to face the trees as you pulled the wet shirt over your head and put on lukeâs.
âthanks. for saving me and the shirt.â
luke turned back to face you and smiled, âi mean i was the one to make you fall into the water in the first place, itâs the least i can do.â
âarenât you cold?â you signaled to his bare chest.
âno, iâm okay donât worry. but your jeans are still wet so letâs head back to camp.â he reassured and helped you get up.
you nodded and let him take the lead. with your wet shirt and skirt in one hand and the other grabbing onto lukeâs arm, you two finally made it back to camp. before dropping you off at your cabin, you had to ask.
âwhy did you come to the river anyway?â
luke awkwardly put his hand on the back of his neck and looked away.
âoh. i just uh wanted to spend time with you.â he admitted, ultimately facing you.
you stopped attending to your dripping pants and looked up at him. he had a genuine smile, now with both hands shoved into his pockets.
how was it that you had never noticed the golden flecks in his deep brown eyes? or the way the orange hues of the sunset highlighted the amber shade his eyes would turn?
âyâknow, there are a lot of other ways to get my attention in the first place, that doesnât involve us falling into freezing cold water.â
luke laughed at your comment which eased the awkward air.
âi had this almost exact same conversation with a little boy of about seven years, and gave him some valuable advice.â
âwhat was the advice..?â he carefully asked.
âto make her a bracelet and apologize, one ofâŚyouâve already done profusely.â you raised your eyebrow to imply his previous attempt in apologizing nonstop.
âah, a bracelet you say, okay got it,â luke said and nodded his head.
with that, he bid you a good day and you asked to meet him later at the campfire to return his shirt.
âalright you two sit there, i donât want to see anymore fighting over the dinosaurs, you can sit here with him, and you three over thereââ guiding the campers for the campfire that was just about to begin, you made your way to an empty bench.
smiling to yourself, you watched as your campers finally calmed down and enjoyed the music, giving up on fighting and arguing with one another. someone jumped over the bench and leaned back to sit right next to you, and you had a feeling who it may be.
âluke?â
âyes maâam.â he replied with a tilt towards you and two fingers from his head.
the campfire lit up his face and highlighted his sharp features that you had somehow missed until this moment. his charming smile urging his dimples alongside his dark curls freshly washed with a new scented shampoo was enough to make you realize you were hooked. damn.
âoh i have a little something for you, give me your arm and close your eyes,â he spoke up and put his hand in his pocket.
raised eyebrow, you reluctantly closed your eyes and gave him your right arm. suddenly in fear of some bug or scary animal on your hand, you slowly retracted it back to yourself until he gently got a hold of it.
he pulled your arm towards him slightly and slipped something on around your wrist. waiting for his approval, you sat questioning what the mystery item could be.
âokay, open.â luke did a little âta-daâ motion once you flickered your eyes open, adjusting to the dark yet orangish lit surrounding.
you looked down at the intricate, handsome bracelet that appeared on your wrist. it was similar to the camp necklaces but the beads were translucent with flowers imbedded into them. except for one bead that was painted a heavenly green, your favorite color.
astonished and at a loss for words, you observed the bracelet, moving around the small beads on the string.
âiâm sorry.â
snapping out of your trance, you instantly stared up at luke after his words in confusion.
âwhat?â
âyou said earlier, âthere are a lot of other ways to spend time with you that donât involve us falling into freezing cold water, for starters make a bracelet and apologize.ââ he repeated your words from back by your cabin. he remembered.
âso you made me a bracelet and apologize just like i said?â double-checking, you glanced once at the bracelet and back to the dashing boy who looked as if he had stars in his eyes, waiting for your reaction.
ânot only for you, i also helped damien make one for that girl heâs got a crush on,â he continued and looked over to the little boy doing the exact same hold-out-your-arm-and-close-your-eyes trick on the girl sobbing about her stained skirt earlier.
she opened her eyes to a freshly washed skirt and matching bracelet, along with a smiling boy who was apologizing and waiting for her reaction. she leapt into his arms with a bunch of âthank yous.â the boy then briefly peered at luke who proceeded to wink and give an approving nod.
happily surprised, you sat gaping at the boy you thought was so infuriating just a couple of hours before. luke knew exactly what he was doing. he knew how much you cared for the campers and your half-siblings, how you would always chose their safety and happiness at the expense of your very own.
it was one of the traits he admired the most about you. even when in a bad mood or not feeling your best, you would put on a brave face and make sure to put their needs in front of you own.
he witnessed it first-hand last week when your campers wanted to go rock climbing but there were dozens of poison ivy already there. thus, to not disappoint the kids, you stayed up all night removing the dangerous plant and relocating them to another area deep in the forest for them to grow.
even with your plant manipulation abilities, with the large amount of the poisonous plant, it took you quite a while. afterwards, you went as far to replace them with lovely daisies you summoned from the gardens in front of your cabin.
during the move from the rock climbing course to the forest, luke had spotted you while some late-night sword practicing because he couldnât sleep due to apollo cabin next door.
he debated approaching you and settled on only admiring you from afar after you almost finished anyway. he didnât want to disturb you or aggravate you further than you already were. but leaving you here in the forest during midnight would be wrong.
what if a monster were to come? how were you to defend yourself if you were distracted! therefore, it was just common sense that luke had to keep watch, i mean he even had his sword with him after all.
but once the sun peeped from the tall mountains, he came to a realization that he had just sat and watched you for more than a couple hours. so in order to not get caught, he ran off back to his cabin before anyone would wake up.
only a little after luke headed to bed, morning arrived and you were the first one to break the happy news to your campers that today would be the day for rock climbing. greatly proud and feeling accomplished, you even invited other cabins to join and have a spin at it. including lukeâs.
now he was the one to show you how much he cared for the campers as well, focusing on a feature you had great respects for. your shocked expression softened and now leapt into his arms.
âthank you, castellan. really.â
blood rushed to his cheeks and he tried to hide his excitement, but you felt his genuine smile on your shoulder. before pulling away, he stopped by your ear and whispered.
âdo i have permission to kiss you, counselor?â
you couldâve giggled at his words and how close his lips were to your ear. without wasting another breath, you pulled his face closer to you and put your lips on his.
feeling the warmth of his breath, you could taste the sweet taste of strawberries he mustâve eaten earlier. only centimeters away, your bodies were attracted to each other almost pressing. the kiss wasnât long but not short either, somewhat leaving a lasting impression on the other.
yet again you felt a small grin of his lips during the kiss, making you pull away for air. but your eyes were still glued to his, moments away from repeating the act but you both realized where you were and how irresponsible it would look as counselors. so instead he grabbed your hand, now giving you the absolute cutest puppy dog eyes before asking.
âdo i have your attention now?â
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nanami taking care of his sick wife áŻáĄŁđŠ âĄ Ë ŕŁŞ. tags ; fluff, domesticity, very light smut lol
nanami, who actually went out of his way to leave work early just to buy groceries to make you soup for lunch and buy some medicine from the pharmacy. he couldnât bare seeing you groggy and disoriented from your fever. you couldnât even make it out of bed this morning. when he got home, he saw you laying on the couch this time draped in all of the warm blankets and a wash cloth over your forehead, napping peacefully with your water bottle beside you. it was a good thing that he reminded you to stay hydrated.
nanami, who makes his way to the kitchen to start on making the soup for you to wake up to. he prioritizes your health so much that he would never want to stress you out. heâs devoted to be by your side, including in sickness and in health, just as you are for him. this gentle, passionate love reciprocated between you two is the type of love that leaves you numb in reverie. he would check in on you while waiting for the water to boil, changing the dampened wash cloth from room temperature to cool, and caressing your face ever so gently just to not wake you.
nanami, who is the first man you see when your eyes flutter open. his smile was stronger than any antidote or medicine, strong enough to make your fatigue temporarily subside. you instantly melt from the way he can mutter sweet such things, all while the lovely smell of warm homemade chicken noodle soup fills your nose. he would even hold your frail hand, ever so gently kissing it.
âhow are you feeling, love?â
his delicate touch and the warmth of his hand sent a blossoming sensation within your body. you couldnât help but smile, the glimmer in your eyes rapturing your husband. âa little better,â you mutter weakly, sighing deeply. âi never thought youâd see me like thisâŚâ
âin sickness and in health, remember?â he reassures, his thumb caressing your hand. ânow, are you feeling hungry? i came home early to make you soup. just wanted to make sure my pretty wife gets taken care of.â
âi love you,â you murmured fondly. âthank you so much.â
âi love you, too... god, i want to kiss you right now. i couldnât go on my day not kissing you at all this morning.â
as much as you tried to protest because you didnât want to get him sick, your loving husband did not care. contagious or not, if he gets to spend more time with you and not have to go to work for being sick, heâd allow it. your husband would wrap the blankets around you as you stood up to walk to the dining table for the soup he prepared. heâd make sure you were still staying hydrated with water and your favorite energy drinks. and after you took the medicine he bought, you were feeling slightly better. your skin wasnât as hot and your body temperature had decreased, but you were still groggy. you wanted to stay on the couch, but nanami insisted on cuddling with you. he still wanted to hold his endearing wife in his arms; it was a routine every time he comes home. heâd still feel devoted to hold you and feel your body on his, sick or not.
his excuse was that if you had just gotten sick in the morning, eventually heâd have to be as well since you two live togetherâ and if you were both sick, heâd have to cuddle with you. you tried to protest once again because you genuinely didnât want him to suffer any symptoms, but he kept insisting that he didnât care. heâd let you sit on his lap and lay on his chest, his slick hands roaming about your warm body as he kisses you softly. he wouldnât be so aggressive because of your fatigue, but with his burning rapacity and his desire to please you, it was difficult to take his hands off of you.
nanami, who had your body writhing in heat and your hips gyrating from the way he toys with your cunt and fingers you so good. you both sat by the fireplace in the living room, the passion between you two mystified into the air. you loved the way his fingers felt inside you; throwing your head back on his shoulder in pleasure and your moans becoming more urgent with each thrust, that such intense orgasms were enough to make the blood rush in your veins and release endorphins, improving your mood and soothing the fatigue from your fever. oh how you both loved each other so deeply, that for every moment he spends with you, it was pure bliss to him.
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CH3 [140K WORDS] UPDATE + A LESSON
Hi guys! sorry for the delay there was a reason for it
I fucked up my files and lost all the work I did over the few months for the chapter 2 rewrite...like all of it, im really bummed out about it. and like an idiot ive been playtesting the wrong, unfinished outdated chapter 2 lol
im ngl I did have a pretty long cry earlier which is why I took a while...and im crying now writing this lol
I know it's a wip and these things happen but I worked really hard on 200k+ words of chapter 2 to see it improved and to see it all gone and fucked up really really sucks. I value infamous really highly and am pretty hard on myself so when I dont feel like I deliver what I want to deliver it's really hard for me to move on from that. I was really excited to have this all out at once and now I feel completely disheartened. I know I just have to pick myself up and just get back to work and rewrite chapter 2 but right now im just really upset
anyway, sorry to kill the mood this is probably the worst vibe killer ever lmao I hope everyone is excited! I said I was going to release chapter 3 for band tier and thats what im doing. You'll play the prologue + chapter 1 but will have to input some variable stuff for chapter 3. I hope having chapter 3 can make up for the loss of chapter 2
Chapter 3 is 140K words.
What to expect:
perform the first week and see the outcome
quality time with ROs
drama
angst
there is an explicit scene with an RO (it's skippable) so be mindful of that !
forgot to mention that I am completely rehauling the stats (again) as well due to the new flavor text options in chapter 1 because I feel like the stats still dont encompass the broad range now that there's different canonical types of MCs but yeah not like it matters rn since you'll just input it in aha!
I find chapter 3 to be the most lighthearted of all chapters for me so I hope you guys like it. if there's any inconsistencies (there might be due to lack of chapter 2 context or whatnot), errors, passages missing etc etc.
ill be around to fix any bugs and stuff but I think im going to take a day or two to refresh because im really fucking sad lol
hope you guys enjoy it!
available for band tier
#update#authors note#forgot to add that the lesson part is me#being the lesson to fellow writers to back up your stuff lol#yeah :(
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wet dreamz || sim jaeyun x reader
note: 18+ mdni!! yâall know the song lol changed it up a lil for the story tho :P this turned out longer than i expected and maybe needs a part two (??? lmk) also this is my first time writing full smut so i hope itâs not too bad and that yâall enjoy anyway okayy gn :3 not proofread sorry!! | pt.2 here |
this had honestly never happened to jake before; waking up in his bed, heart racing, covered in sweat, and pants soaked.
he just couldnât help it though.
you hadnât even noticed him before you got partnered up for a project. but him? oh, his eyes were on you the second you walked through that door on the first day of class.
how pretty you looked laughing with your friends. the sweet smell of your perfume as you walked past. the way you always got the answers right when you got called on. it started off so innocent, just a little campus crush.
after you became partners, everything changed though. the project went perfectly, of course, with both of you acing the class it was easy. but after it was over, you didnât go back to sitting with your friends like jake thought you would. you stayed there, right next to him, every day.
you became friends. you exchanged phone numbers and you hung out quite often in the library or student center. the more time you spent together, the more jakeâs want for you grew.
jake just didnât understand how you could be so effortlessly perfect for him though.
you, on the other hand, knew exactly what you were doing. youâd observed jake long enough to know that heâs probably never made it past second base with a girl.
the way heâd turn red when youâd scoot over touching your thighs to his. the way his mouth went dry when youâd lean over his desk in a very low cut shirt. even the way heâd stare at your lips after you applied your lip gloss.
all the things you purposefully did to get his attention. because obviously how could you not go after him, he was just your type. sweet, nerdy guy who was also extremely hot.
and so far, you were doing an excellent job at it. but you were getting a little impatient with him, so you decided to tell him about this loser guy who took you out the other day. and fuck it, you decided to slip it into the conversation that he couldnât even make you finish.
you smiled when the text bubbles appeared and disappeared over and over again. how cute.
jakeyjakey: donât let someone like that take you out again.
you: ikr. need to find someone who can get the job doneâŚ
jakeyjakey: if you gave me the chance y/n, iâd show you a great time.
it definitely wasnât expected but who were you to complain when this is exactly what you wanted. so you let him know that your roommate would be gone visiting family this weekend & that maybe he should come overâŚ
so he went to bed that night, thinking about the weekend coming up. thinking about you.
and he had a sweet, sweet dream. it was so realistic too. the way your pillows smelled like you as he laid back on them with you on his lap. how soft your thighs were as his fingers grazed over them. your eyes darker than heâs ever seen them, and your voice so quiet he could barely hear it over his heartbeat.
he felt the coil in his stomach tighten the second your lips were on his. you tasted like strawberries (or at least thatâs what he thought youâd taste like because of your pink gloss).
you held his face gently as you kissed him. and your tongue slipped inside his mouth so easily when he let out a deep moan for you. his eyes squeezed shut as he felt you grind down on him. your pace speeding up the longer his lips were on yours.
âjake,â you panted, he didnât know he could want to hear your voice more but you proved him wrong with the way you sounded right now. âcan you touch me?â
he couldâve came right then but he took a deep breath to compose himself and nodded, his eyes not leaving yours. he dragged his hands up your thighs and under your skirt, stopping at your ass to give it a squeeze to which you let out a whine.
giving his confidence a boost, he kept going up with one of his hands, pressing down on your lower back to close the small distance between your bodies and grinding up into you.
he broke the kiss to look down between your bodies and saw your hands working on unbuttoning his pants. he didnât know how his breathing could become even more ragged but it did. especially so when he felt your cold hands pull his cock out of his pants, and he had to look away. he squeezed his eyes shut trying to focus but how could he with your delicate hands stroking him so perfectly.
âjakey, you said youâd show me a good time,â you said, looking up at him with those irresistible eyes of yours. fuck, fuck was all jake could think as he rolled you over, positioning himself between your legs.
âi know i did, angel,â he whispered by your ear, placing a kiss right below it. he reached under your skirt, then pulled your underwear all the way down your legs. âi���ll take care of you, donât worry.â
he lined himself up quickly, not wanting to look like heâd never done this before. then he leaned down for a quick peck making you smile into the kiss and hearing that pretty little laugh he loves to hear. now he could push in gently and it was easier than he thought itâd be.
there was still resistance though because you were tight. so tight he had to drop his head down beside you and just breathe for a second. he could honestly just stay here forever, his cock buried so deep in you. he loved the feeling more than he expected.
you placed a hand on the nape of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, your other hand soothing his arm that supported his weight above you. and he wanted this you always, every day, never wanted to hear you talk about another man again.
so he started thrusting into you, slow but hard thrusts. with you squeezing his arm, pulling on his hair, and moaning out his name, he was a goner for sure. âyes, thatâs what i wanna hear,â he said, lips on yours as he kissed you again.
he kissed on your neck, and brought his hand down to rub circles on your clit just like in the videos he studied for you. he never heard your voice this loud before, couldnât believe the way you looked with your head thrown back as you came around him.
he was close now too, knew his thrusts were getting sloppier. but you wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. âgod, youâre so good for me,â he whined.
âiâm so close,â he said, kissing you again as you put your arms around his neck. then he heard you whisper something that he didnât quite catch, he leaned in closer so you could repeat it.
âbabe, please come in me,â you whispered. and thatâs all it took for him to come undone, a moaning mess as he filled you up. he was panting at this point, trying to regulate his breathing.
and unfortunately thatâs exactly how he woke up. in his own bed, heart racing, covered in sweat, and pants soaked. only one thing, or more specifically, person on his mind.
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You asked for some smut suggestions for Logan, and I got one:
So likeâŚI meanâŚLogan might be on the short side, but heâs still big! I mean, like,,,those hands 𫣠It would be nice to see a fic to do with Logan and a little manhandling. but not like in a BDSM way, more like a âI am very strong, and hereâs a little reminderâ type way. Might seem kinda silly but Iâd enjoy a fic like that lol.
NSFW!Wolverine/AFAB!Reader Ask and you shall receive!! I've spent like the last four days working on this and atp I can't looks at it anymore lol. I'm not super happy with how the beginning is written, but I still think it's alright enough to post lol. It's a lot more tell than show compared to most of my other fics, and I was halfway tempted to reformat it into headcannons, but I didn't feel like it. Anyway, hope you like the way I included the manhandling lol! Hope it turned out okay :) Also, might or might not be tall logan. I'll leave it up to yall to assume, I'm just short af so there's not a single person in marvel who wouldn't have to look down at me lmao.
Edit:FUCK I FORGOT THE READ MORE! TWs: MDNI!!!!!! Seriously, you will be blocked. Masterbation, lil bit of a scent kink. Sexual frustration. Manhandling. Jealous Logan. Creampie. Logan calls you "sunshine" and pretty and shit. I'll add more if I can think of any.
    You had a problem. Youâve had a problem. And it really didnât seem like it was getting any better. It didnât help the fact that it was incredibly embarrassing, either.
    You couldnât get off. Itâs not like you ever struggled with it before, but lately, it felt like you were fighting a losing battle. At first, you didnât realize why. Maybe it was because you moved into the X-Mansion. Nerves because youâre living somewhere new, right? So you change it up a little. You got comfortable, had a glass of wine or two, and picked up a raunchy book. Yet every time you slipped your hand between your thighs⌠Running circles around your own clit, trying your best to finger yourself to your finish, you just could never quite hit that peak. It was safe to say you were beyond frustrated.
    Lucky for you, most people didnât notice. You try your best not to be too uptight or mean, but there are just some things that you canât quite hide from certain people.
    Loganâs noticed that something is up with you. You can tell he has, seeing the looks on his face, nose scrunched up in a way heâs catching into something that he just can't quite place. Youâre assuming itâs your own pheromones, but hey, as long as he doesnât realize what it is youâll be fine, right?
     Maybe not.
    Eventually, you finally realized why you were having so much trouble getting off. All it took was one training session with Wolverine, and you knew immediately. You werenât sparring or anything like that, hell, you knew before you even hit the danger room floor. Logan was in a bit of a mood today, although not as grumpy as he can be- and heâs trying to be patient with you. You can tell. But youâre having trouble focusing today- and you have been for a while. He can tell youâre not at 100% just by the way you hold yourself, and spends about 5 minutes watching as you struggle to reset the Danger room panel before heâs finally fed up with it.
    âJesus fuck. Here, let me do it.â Logan grabs you by the waist, pulling you to his chest with one arm as the other reaches around you to reset the panel. Itâs not like you didnât find him attractive before, but the close contact? The smell of his aftershave and the sound of his voice growling in your ear?Â
    oh.
    Oh.Â
    You were having trouble getting off because you had a thing for Logan.
    Youâre practically stunned when he pulls away, standing there with a flushed face and something rather embarrassing pooling in your underwear for the first time in a while. You had to quickly excuse yourself before you ran the risk of him catching onto anything coming from you. Heâs a little confused for a second, but you can hear the sound of his low chuckle as you scramble away.
    First thing you do? Go to the store.
    It's not a random errand. At least, not entirely. You had meant to go out with Storm to grocery shop later this afternoon, but you told her you could really use some time out of the house by yourself, which she completely understood. You had the list and everything, it was only a coincidence that you passed by the cologne section on your way to pick up some toothpaste. The sight made you stop for a minute, the gears grinding in your skull. You spent just a few minutes curiously sampling the bottles until you found one that smelled a bit familiar⌠Should you? No, that's a bit strange. But really, what was the harm, right? I mean, who would know?Â
    So you bought it. You felt a bit embarrassed afterward, knowing what you bought it for, and ended up letting it sit in the drawer of your side table for a good while. Until another desperate attempt at fucking your own brains out, that is.Â
    You were sweaty and uncomfortable in your bed, sleep shirt sticking to your skin as you struggled to pump your fingers in and out of your tight cunt. Itâs been a while, and it shows. You couldnât even get your favorite dildo to fit inside of you, only adding to your frustration. Touching your clit hardly helped much, leaving you as unsatisfied as ever. Eventually, you give up, lying there as you sigh to yourself. You turn over in your bed in a huff, halfway temped scream your lungs out into the pillow you bury your face in. Instead, you let out something that sounds more like a whisper than a yell, letting the air in your lungs deflate as you let your feelings out. You roll over onto your side when youâre done, halfway tempted to be done with it entirely and go back to bed when you catch sight of the nightstand drawer, slightly ajar. The amber bottle of liquid stares right at you.Â
    You open the drawer some more, picking up the bottle and looking at it as you wonder if youâre actually going to do this. But youâre ridiculously horny, and tired, and you know youâre gonna have trouble falling asleep in the state youâre in- so you end up spraying the smallest amount on your pillow.
    ItâsâŚnice. The pillow is warm from where you had been laying on it, and despite how strong menâs cologne could be, this one isnât quite so striking. At least, not in the amount that you used. You relax back into your bed, pressing your face into the pillow and laying there for a moment. You start thinking about Logan⌠His calloused hands running across your skin. How his lips and tongue would feel against your own, trailing down your body to your breast. Your hand trails down to your clit as you imagine it as his own. You imagine him behind you, pressing you to the bed as he growls into your ear. You think about what his happy trail would feel like against you. What his cock would look like, feel like, pressing into you. Your legs twitch and shake as you see stars underneath your eyelids, the scent of Logan hitting all the right parts in your head and going straight to your cunt.
    Holy shit.Â
    Your orgasm lasts what feels like forever. Your legs are still shaking as you whimper from oversensitivity and pull your hand away, panting as you try to catch your breath. You havenât cum that hard since⌠ever. Maybe the cologne was worth it, after all.
    You felt really good the morning after. You found yourself humming in the shower, more energized at breakfast and morning drills. No one had said anything, but you knew there were a few who were relieved to see you back to your usual self. If anything, the only person you noticed acting very differently around you was Logan. He was more tense than normal. He scowled a lot, spending less time in your presence. Youâd strike up a conversation that would only last a few minutes before he would make an excuse and leave. It made you a little disappointed. But you knew him and knew he had good and bad days, so you brushed it off at first. But a week, two weeks- almost a month went by, and still no change. You felt scorned almost, silently rejected by the guy you had finally realized you were practically in love with, and to be honest, the only man who could get you off just by thinking about him- and boy, did you get off while thinking about him.Â
    Youâve almost resigned yourself to the fact that Logan wasnât interested when he corners you one morning. Heâs leaning up against the wall of the hallway, waiting for you when you step out of your room. It makes you jump a little, closing your door quickly behind you, knowing damn well you hadnât washed your sheets after fucking yourself to the moon and back last night and fully not wanting the smell to hit his nose. All Logan does is narrow his eyes. Shit.
    âWho is he.â He asks you. The question completely derails your train of thought. And you furrow your brow, confused. What was that about?
    âWho is he? Your guy?â He asks again, but it does little to clear up your confusion. Youâre halfway wondering if heâs being serious at this point, stepping away from your door as you cross your arms.
    âWhat?â You ask. Logan huffs when you respond to him, cocking his head at you in a way that's more sarcastic than curious. The way heâs looking at you is doing some things that you donât think youâd like to admit, eyes narrow and scrutinizing as you struggle to keep eye contact with him.
    âWhat do you mean? What guy?â You repeat back to him, starting to get a little frustrated. He snorts, rolling his eyes as his scowl lingers. He steps closer, looking down at you from less than a foot away with that angry stare.
    âDonât play stupid with me, sunshine. I can smell him on you.â You ignore the way the nickname makes you shiver a little bit, too busy shrinking into yourself when you process the extent of his words. Smell. He could smell someone on you. Something. Oh god, this was embarrassing.Â
    âOh! That- Itâs not what you're thinking!â You say, face flushed red. Youâre flustered beyond belief, doing your best to convince him to leave it be, and itâs not going so well for you.
    âSure itâs not.â Logan huffs. He starts to take steps forward, closing in on your personal space.
    âItâs not. I can promise you that.â Youâre anxiously fiddling with your fingers now, taking a step back for every step he takes. He looked predatory, unlike any time youâve seen him before. You havenât even seen him like this in the danger room, even less so on the battlefield.Â
    âJust tell me who he is.â Logan is adamant about it, his scowl beginning to turn into a frown. Your back hits your door, kickstarting your heart in surprise. You hadnât realized he had backed you up so far.
    âI canât!â You say, in the beginning stages of becoming absolutely exasperated, and already incredibly embarrassed.Â
    âWhy not!?â Logan Snaps, stopping just inches away from you. You cover your heated face, pressing your palms into your eyes until you see shapes, wanting nothing more than to curl up and die right then and there.
    âWould you just leave it!â You shout, but Loganâs having none of it.Â
    âNo, I won't!â Logan grabs your wrists and moves them away from your face, holding them in front of your chest with a grip lighter than you might have thought. You groan in utter frustration and mortification, looking him dead in the eyes as your angry mouth starts speaking before your reasonable brain can fully catch up.
    âJesus Christ Logan! Do you expect me to just whip out the silicone and show you?!â Your eyes widen as soon as you say it, slamming your mouth shut as you finally catch up with yourself. Logan is staring at you in absolute shock, jaw almost slack at the confession.Â
    â...What?â He asks, slowly. You wince, looking off to the side before deciding it's a bit too late to get the cat back into the bag.
    âIts⌠Cologne. What youâre smelling. I use it to uh, help meâŚâ You make a sort of gesture with your head, praying that you wonât actually have to spell it out for him. Heâs still in shock as he looks at you, hands frozen with his fingers wrapped around your wrists. He clears his throat when he comes to, an unreadable expression on his face as he slowly steps forward again, close enough to press his forehead against your own as he presses you against your door.
    âYouâre that pent up, you need cologne to help you get off?â He asks, and you donât know what to say, cat catching your tongue as he leans forward. The side of his face brushes against your cheek as he leans down a little, the action making your skin prickle. One of his hands releases a wrist to slide up and across the back of your neck, tilting your head to the side as he takes a big sniff of your skin. Heâs practically nuzzling you, angling his head so that he can smell the scent on the back of your head where you rest against your pillow at night.Â
    Heâd noticed it before, at night when most of his anger had worn off, sometime after he started to pick up the scent on you. The undertones, the top notes. But now with you this close, he can tell that it wasnât another man he was smelling. No. It was just you. Your scent being drowned out by the smell of something that he could finally tell smelled rather suspiciously like his very own aftershave.
    â...Donât tell me that you wanted it to smell like me.â He asks after a moment. You almost flinch at the sound of his deep rumble, turning your red face away from him. You swallow, feeling like you are absolutely burning up as you nod- right as Logan catches the unmistakable scent of arousal.
    âFuckâ
    Youâre sure the sound was more animal than man as he cups your cheek rather aggressively, pressing his lips against your own in a rather desperate kiss. It takes you a second to return it, eyes wide as you process just what was happening. It didn't take long for you to melt into his desperate kisses though, every nip and brush of his teeth just like you imagined it would be. He presses his knee in between your thighs, finally releasing your other wrist to grab ahold of your hip instead. You accidentally let out a whine when he grinds your hips against him, your heart beating so fast you were sure it was going to explode. He curses again at the sound, both hands sliding around you to lift you against the door.
    You practically squeak in surprise, the noise caught by Loganâs mouth on your own one more time before he trails down to your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. You gasp as he presses against you, his hips beginning to grind against your own. Youâre having a hard time thinking, biting your lip as you do your best to stifle your sounds.
    âLogan-ah, can we⌠head inside, please?â He only grunts in response, shifting your weight as you both begin to fumble for the doorknob. He gets it before you do, hardly stumbling as the door behind you swings open. Heâs kissing you again before the door is even closed, kicking it behind him. As preoccupied as you are, you at least have the common sense to reach over and try to lock the door before he carries you over to the bed.Â
    He plops you down onto the mattress before he crawls over you, eyes half-lidded and just as lustful as your own. He pushes you down as you try to sit up. His breathing a little hard, pupils dilated to a size you had never seen.
    âNow I know why you closed the door so fast,â Logan smirks, having picked up the lingering scent of your sex on the sheets right away. You open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off. His tongue snakes into your mouth, and you find that you canât really remember what you were going to say anyway. He kisses you again and again, distracting you as he reaches above your head. He pulls away when he has the pillow in hand, and you know just by the look on his face that he knows exactly what he is holding.
    âHate to break it to you, but this doesnât exactly compare to the real thing.â He snarks. It makes you laugh, and for the first time in a while, you see a genuine smile spread across his face.Â
    âYeah.â You respond, taking the pillow from his hands and tossing it to a far-off corner. âI know.â You could revel in his smile for as long as heâd let you. Loganâs kisses start off sweeter this time, at least for a moment they did. They begin to become more and more rough as hands start to wander and clothes start to come off. His shirt is first to go, your hands running up and down the hair that spans his torso. Logan is quick to remove your shirt and bra in one go, one very small step away from cutting off your clothes entirely. He gives himself a minute to appreciate your breasts, pinching and teasing you by sliding a hand up the middle of your sternum, the back of his hand brushing the side of a tit as he watches you squirm underneath him, arching your back to push your chest out, practically begging him to finally touch you.
    âPatience is a virtue, Sunshine.â Logan says, causing you to scoff. You glare at him a little and all it does is make him chuckle a bit.Â
    âDonât be mean.â You whine. He laughs a bit harder as he finally lowers himself to your chest. He keeps his eyes locked on your own as he brushes the blunt ends of his teeth across the soft skin, but heâs never been the most patient man. It doesn't take him long to give in to you, sucking on each breast individually, massaging the soft skin of the opposite as he does so.Â
    âCareful.â He growls when your own hands begin to wander, touching him over the fabric of his jeans. He releases your nipple with a pop, bearing his teeth as he presses his face back into your neck. You don't pay much mind to that, rather enjoying the grunts and sounds he makes as you slowly stroke his covered hardness from base to tip. You can't imagine how restrained he must be feeling. You canât help but smirk a little as your hands drift up and down, before oh So slowly unbuckling his belt. Logan is agitated, practically bucking his hips into your hands to get you to just get over with it.Â
    âPatience is a virtue.â You quote, only earning a restraining hold on your hands once again.
    âFuck that.â Logan growls. He holds you by your wrists, pushing them above your head as he uses his free hand to remove his belt and frantically unbuckle his pants. You'd be complaining if it weren't for the view of his straining cock, slapping against his abdomen as he pulls his pants down.Â
    You don't get to stare for too long before he flips you on your stomach like you weigh nothing. He lets your wrists go to pull down your shorts and underwear, a sticky string of your slick thinning as he pulls the items down.
    âFuck. You're this wet from just that?â Logan asks you, taking two fingers and sliding them through your lips from behind, spreading his fingers to let himself see the mess you've made of yourself already.
    â...shut up.â You mumble, more focused on the feeling of those very same fingers sliding back and forth across your cunt, the tips just barely brushing against your clit every time. Logan chuckles, sliding one hand under your lower stomach to lift your hips with ease. Your hips buck as he slides a thick finger inside of you without warning, slowly sinking down to his knuckle with ease.
    âMight not even need foreplay at this rate.â Logan rumbles behind you, eyes set squarely on the sight of your pretty pussy spread wide open for him. You can only moan in response as he pulls it back out again, plunging a second finger into you this time. Your hands clutch the sheets as Logan begins to finger fuck you to his content, curling those thick digits to hit that one spot juuust right. You try not to buck or squirm too bad, halfway wondering if this is all just some wet dream.Â
    âLogan-â You call out for him through your moans. He only hums in reply, preoccupied at the moment.
    âI- god- I need your cock, please.â You're not sure if it was the phrase or the begging, but it makes Logan groan. You feel embarrassingly empty as he pulls his fingers out. You hear the sound of him stroking his hard cock with your slick, groaning and humming to himself before he picks you up. He leans over you, adjusting to you your hands and knees as you finally feel that thick, thick cock grinding against you. You gasp at the way it feels, feeling Logan smirk against your back.
    âHaving second thoughts?â The tone of his voice is teasing, but you know there's more than that behind the words. You vehemently shake your head, grinding back against him a little as you protest. Logan swears under his breath, holding onto your hips to keep them still as he sits up.
    Both of you groan each time the head of his cock catches on your clit, Logan thrusting through your lips again and again as he lubes himself with the wetness you provide for him. You gasp when his head catches on your slot, notching just right.Â
    Logan pushes into you so slowly, and you feel like he's thicker than you ever imagined he would be. You're impatient, desperate. You push back onto him in an attempt to take him in more, but his hands on your hips stop you.
    âBelieve me sweetheart, you don't want that yet.â Logan tells you, straining himself with how tight you feel around him. He soothingly rubs his thumbs against your skin, pressing into you until you have him completely, balls deep inside you.Â
    âPlease, please. Logan, Please, I need you to move.â Your begging starts to sound like nonsense to your own ears, but it makes Logan gasp all the same, his cock twitching from where it's buried inside of you. You practically cry in relief when he finally begins to thrust Inside of you.
    His hip smack against your ass with every thrust, the sound of the slap mixed with the sounds of your love and the headboard hitting the wall a lewd and filthy symphony. Even better than your own moans were Logan's himself. Each and every groan and growl above you gave you a whole new array of things to imagine while fucking yourself- if you ever had to do so again.Â
    You whine and whimper with every strong thrust, Logan slow and forceful with every movement. It felt like he wanted your insides to memorize exactly how his cock feels inside of you, and you doubt you'd ever mind it. He filled you perfectly, hitting every sweet spot inside of you.
    Your arms are shaking. Struggling to hold yourself up with each and every rock of the bed. You barely start to buckle when He catches hold of you, an arm snacking under your chest and pulling you towards him. His hand spans your collarbone as he holds your back against his chest, holding you up as he continues to fuck you like no one before. You're closing in on that sweet release when his hips stutter a moment. His teeth dig into your shoulder with a sharp bite, holding you there close to him without breaking the skin.
    âAre⌠are you -ah- close?â You ask. Logan only responds with a short and simple - âFuck!â - before he pulls out of you.
    You don't have time to whine about the emptiness before he's flipping you around, kissing you again as he pushes your back to the bed rather aggressively. He's quick to sling your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he sides fully into you in a single thrust. He's hitting you so much deeper in this position, chest pressed against your own as his thrusts continue to stutter.Â
    Logan kisses you again, a bit differently than the last ones have been. These kisses are tender, sweet. A stark difference between his needy, frantic thrusts. There's a line of spit between you two as he pulls away, half-lidded eyes meeting your own. Youâre closing in on your peak, and you can tell he is too. The pleasure is too much for you to handle at once, and you can't help but squeeze your eyes shut.
    âLook at me.â Logan grabs a hold of your chin, your eyes flying open as he thumbs at your lip and holds your head still. âDon't look away.â His hips stutter some more, the both of you groaning as you clench around him, desperately trying to keep your eyes open as you finally cum around his cock. The fluttering of your walls are more than enough to send Logan over the edge, his cum warming your insides in thick spurts. Logan buries his face into your neck, groaning as you ride out both of your orgasms.
    The two of you lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Logan lets go of your sore legs, massaging your thighs as he presses sweet, comforting kisses to your cheek and temple. His hands wander up and down your sides, doing his best to soothe your aches without you even having to ask. -not that he would ever admit to having a soft side. Who would believe you if you told them that The Wolverine was a cuddler after sex anyway?
    âWhy didn't you just tell me?â You ask after a long moment. Logan hums, his Face tucked into the crook of your neck.
    âTell you what?â
    âThat you were jealous.â Logan only snorts at that, playfully pinching your side.
    âJealous of what? Your cologne?â He returns. You slap him on the shoulder as he chuckles at you, unable to stop the playful smile on your face.
    âYou mean the cologne that you thought was a whole-ass guy?â Logan stops at that, instead choosing to cover your mouth with his palm as he tucks his head closer.
    âYou're a lot prettier when you're quiet. You know that?â
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unconditional
âËđđËâ pairing: ex-bf!jaehyun x fem!reader
âËđđËâ warnings/tags: smut!, angst (first day back & iâm breaking yallâs hearts, sorry!!!), unprotected sex, oral (f&m receiving), multiple positions, multiple orgasms, cum eating, marking/biting, smacking, tit/breast play, making out/kissing, fingering, name calling (good girl) and pet names (love), jaehyun is jealous type, rough jaehyun, cliffhanger/mysterious ending (also sad)
âËđđËâ w.c: 2.7k
âËđđËâ a.n: hi, jiji is back! hm, itâs been a while. in all honesty, this abrupt break i decided to take worked out in the end bcs school has been a big pain in the ass as of late & so writing has gotten hard. i also would like to apologize once more for honestly everything. however i am back now and yes, yes i know jaehyun leaves tomorrow⌠sigh, letâs just say that for now bcs if not iâll start tearing up, lol. donât forget to stay safe guys, i love you very dearly & thank you for waiting, i will be back with so much more! đ¤
the rain came pouring down hard and unexpectedly. you were not prepared for this at all, so you took shelter inside a cafe. you settled on waiting until the rain calmed down so you could go home.
staring at the gloomy weather made you rather gloomy as well. you never had fond memories of the rain, no dancing in the rain with your lover. instead, it was almost as if the rain brought your life some type of bad luck.
ây/n?â a male voice calls for you, causing you to turn.
your eyes widened, lips slightly parting at the person who stood in front of you.
âjaehyun?â you say lowly, low enough for the two of you to hear.
his face too changes, itâs almost like heâs trying to process it really was you who was in front of him. you took him in, noting how he hasnât changed in the 5 years since youâd parted. in fact youâd say he got even more⌠hotter?
âit really is you,â he says breathlessly, to which you nod. âi-is the seat taken?â he asks as he points to the seat in front of you.
ân-noâ you respond. he sits down, looking right at you.
âhow have you been?â he starts off by asking.
âwell⌠i-i suppose iâve been fine. how about you?â
he thinks for a second before responding. âi could be better,â he says, chuckling. your heart nearly melting at the sight of his dimples, the very ones you used to adored.
he asks you more questions about how the past 5 years had gone, you too gaining insight on his past 5 years. there was never any mention if you or him were in a relationship during the past 5 years, it was almost like a forbidden topic.
you mindlessly turn to the window, noting how the rain had finally stopped but the clouds were still there. you didnât know whether to leave mid-conversation or stay a while longer. it had been 5 years, 5 excruciating years without him⌠to leave him now was-
âare you going to leave?â his questions bring you back to him.
your mouth opens, then closes, and opens again but he interrupts. âdonât leave⌠not yet. instead, please stay with me for today y/n,â he asks.
you didnât even hesitate, already settling on your answer before he even finished asking you. you two leave the cafe, you follow him walking alongside him under his umbrella. your head filled with the endless possibilities of how today could go and where the night would lead you.
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ây/n,â jaehyun whispers into your ear in a sultry tone.
your hot breath tickled his ear as your eyes interlocked with his lustful eyes. you wanted him, he wanted you. it had been so long since youâve felt not only his touch, but a touch at all.
âcan i?â he whispers as his eyes are on your lips. you nod, inviting him in.
his lips crash onto yours, melting together as they once used to. he started off gentle, almost as if he were testing the waters before involving the kiss into something more rough and filled with desire. it brought you back to the days of 5 years ago.
his hands traveled to the back of your head, tugging on your hair. his tongue fighting its way inside you until it began crashing with yours. you started feeling weak, legs almost giving out but he held you. he pressed you against the wall, body nearly melting into yours. you could feel his hardened member as it pressed against you.
you moaned into the kiss, trying to say his name. he tugged on your bottom lip, finally departing from your lips. your eyes watery, face feeling hot all over. your dazed gaze finding jaehyunâs lustful one. jaehyun groans before sinking onto his knees. you knew where this was going, so you helped him.
you began taking off your shirt, bra, and unbuttoning your jeans, taking them off. just as you were about to take off your panties, his hands stopped you. âjust open your legs for me,â he says, to which you obliged.
jaehyun gives you one last look before disappearing in between your legs. you felt his lips nip and kiss on your inner thighs, making sure to mark you up. his wet tongue licks your already soaked panties, moaning when he gets a small taste of you. a taste he has been dying to have for 5 years.
sliding your panties to the side he licks your cunt up once, getting a full taste of you now. jaehyun almost swears heâs addicted to you again. âhow iâve missed this taste,â he moans, meeting your eyes again before diving back inside you.
his tongue swipes up your slit one more time before using his two thumbs to spread your pussy lips apart. he lets his tongue intrude inside your entrance, sliding against your gummy walls. you moaned rather loudly at the intrusion, tightening around his tongue. jaehyun could feel as your walls throbbed around his tongue, his cock hardening at the thought of how your cunt would feel wrapped nicely around him. jaehyun cursed himself, finding himself too impatient.
you began chanting his name, crying it out with every fucking of his tongue. he found your voice so sweet, so beautiful like a song he could hear on repeat and never get tired of. your fingers grabbed onto his soft locks of hair, grinding yourself on his face. your clit rubbing against his nose, you felt yourself reaching your end already. jaehyun knew you far too well too, knowing you were reaching your end as well. so he grips onto your thighs, fucking his tongue quicker and when he feels your walls clench around him he pulls his tongue out.
you were left on edge, whining at the loss of sensation of not being able to cum. jaehyun didnât look up, busying himself with kitty licking your cunt. he kissed your sensitive clit, once, twice, three times. so lost you failed to notice his two digits that already worked their way along your slit.
âj-jaehyun?â you asked hazily, looking down at the male as he already stared straight at you. âwha- oh my god!â you moaned out the last part when you felt his two digits plunge inside your soaking cunt. the squelching sound echoing in the doorway, you didnât even worry about if your neighbors heard. you were far too focused on the way his fingers fucked inside you over and over so quickly. already sensitive from his tongue, you were close to cumming again.
âi-iâm gonna c-cum!â you breathlessly groaned, biting down on your lips so as to not shout again. jaehyun had no intention of leaving you on edge again, so he fucked his fingers into you faster and deeper. he attached his lips onto your clit, toying with it. he remembered how much you loved it when he would teasingly dote on your clit. jaehyun knew your body as if it were his first language.
you let out a gasp before you finally came all over his hand and face. you hadnât cum like that in a while, your fingers only being able to pleasure you so much. jaehyun licked you up one more time before kissing your clit. he got up, holding your body up before you could fall onto the ground. your legs were giving up already.
he shoved his soaked fingers into your mouth, your tongue licking them clean. âyou did so good, love. was always such a good girl for me,â he whispers. his way of words, too, always turned you on.
when you finally licked him clean, he removed his hand from your mouth. in a split second his demeanor changes, his eyes turning more gentle. âas much as i wanna be inside you, i donât have a condom. so-â you interrupt him. âi-itâs alright jae, please just⌠i wanna feel you.â
your words too turned him on, in a matter of seconds his pants and boxers were off. his aching cock standing proud. âjump,â he tells you.
you jumped, legs wrapping around his waist. your back still against the wall. his cock rubbed along your soaking slit before his leaking tip plunged into your entrance.Â
âfuck- youâre so tight, no one fucked this pretty pussy while i was gone?â he groans. you didnât respond, already drunk stupidly on his cock that was snugly wrapped around your gummy walls. it had been too long since youâd taken anything like his.
your eyes widened when you felt a smack against your ass cheek. âi asked you a question, or are you too drunk already to answer,â he says in a rough tone.
âuh, ye-yes b-but they donât c-compare to y-you!â you moaned loudly when you felt him thrust into you rougher, deeper.
jaehyun was always the jealous type when it came to you, you were his and his alone is what he thought. in his world, no one was allowed to have you, it was the one thing he regretted when you two broke up. he couldnât fathom the fact that some filthy bastard would be able to lay his hands on you, someone as tasteful as you.
âno one could leave you satisfied, right love?â he asks you, to which you just repeatedly say no. his mouth forms into a smile before his lips find themselves on your shoulder. his lips kiss along them, traveling to your neck, and jaw before coming down to your tits.
he pecks one of your tits before wrapping his mouth around your nipple. he accidently bites on your nipple when he feels you clench around his cock. jaehyun mutters a small curse as he kisses his way to your other breast. it receives the same attention as the previous one, only that this time he doesnât accidentally bite your nipple.
âsuch perfect tits⌠were always my favorite,â jaehyun mutters, kissing your tit before parting from it. ânow then, are you ready?â he asks you.
ây-yes please fuck me, be rough like you used to,â you said desperately as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
jaehyunâs hands grip onto the bottom of your ass where he lifts you up slightly before plunging you back down on his cock, chucking at your choked out moan. you truly were the cutest, he loved you so very much.
he slides his cock in and out, out and in, of you. he groaned against your exposed neck as you repeatedly clenched around him. you couldnât help it, jaehyun fucked you so deeper, cock reaching your womb with every thrust. it wouldnât be long before youâd cum again.
crushing you to the wall, he secures you against it so he could maneuver one of his hands to your clit. he used his thumb to rub the poor thing, âcum, cum on my cock like the good old days love.â
and so you do, erupting around his cock that still fucked into you. you knew he wouldnât stop until he came, so you waited, encouraging him with filthy words to get him worked up. it was doing the trick, you felt him twitch inside you.
âwhe-where do you w-want me to cum?â he asks you, thrusting into you quickly, nearly at his release.
âin mmh-me!â you moaned, clenching around him. âa-are you sure?â he questions you.
ây-yes, iâll buy a pill tomorrowâ please, just please i wanna feel your warmth inside me~â
âfuck,â jaehyun curses, filling you up with his seeds. his lips crashing onto yours as you milked him of his cum.
he parts from the steamy kiss you two just shared to carry you to your bedroom. he still remember the layout of your apartment. jaehyun drops you on your bed, and you watch as he takes off his shirt, sneakily glancing at his still hardened member. your mouth is nearly drooling all the more.
âturn around, on your hands and knees love,â jaehyun says, watching as you obliged to his every word. he watched as you arched your back, ass sticking out nicely, leaking with his cum. he couldnât resist smacking your ass, left and right roughly. you moaned against your bed comforter, clenching it tightly as you got smacked from behind. you feel his warm cum dripping down your thigh, you try clenching your entranceâ jaehyun taking notice.
âhow cute, trying to make sure it doesnât slip out?â he teasingly says before jerking his cock, bringing it to your slit. he rubs against your juices and his cum before stretching your gummy walls once more. it was incomprehensible how tight you always were, just right for himâ just made for him.
âhow is it love? you always loved it when i took you from behind, didnât you?â he continues to tease you. âi love it! i love your cock so much j-jae, so good~â
he gripped your hips tighter, tight enough to leave prints the next day. you felt as his tip touched your g-spot so clearly, reaching your womb with every thrust in. jaehyun watches as you begin to wiggle underneath, shaking your ass against him. he smirks, smacking your ass which jiggled from his touch.
a white ring formed around his cock, a mixture of you both. it oddly enough ignited him, fucking into you in rapid, deeper strokes. your tears and drool adorning the comforter. your tight walls hugging his cock tightly, and with one smack to your ass you came for a third time. you gushed all over his pelvis.
âgood girl,â jaehyun mutters, continuing his ministrations before he too came once again. only this time he didnât part from your pussy, fucking you in slow, gentle thrust.
by the time he finished, he laid on your bed. jaehyun was exhausted, and you were too but⌠you still had something up your sleeve. crawling to him you stopped on his side. âwh-what are you doin-â jaehyun gets interrupted mid-sentence when he feels your lips kiss his tip. he didnât stop you, in fact he wanted you to continue.
you spit on his cock, jerking it as to spread your saliva along his shaft. your eyes traveling back to jaehyun who hungrily looked at you. going back to his cock you lower your head, opening your mouth so you could finally take him inside. you shoved his cock inside until the tip reached your throat, you gagged and groaned against his cock when you felt him twitch inside. staying like that for a while longer, trying to get accommodated. once you did, you started bobbing your head on his cock, using your tongue to lick along his shaft. never forgetting to tease his slit, something he loved.
you felt as one of his hands tugged on your hair, helping you to better move yourself on his cock. jaehyun was a mess, he felt blessedâ praised the lords above. he tried thinking of the nastiest atrocities known to mankind as to not bust so quickly, but that proved to be an impossible task. i mean, how could he when you so beautifully wrapped your sweet mouth around his cock.
and so it wasnât long before he came inside your mouth, your mouth feeling his warmth before swallowing it down. you now felt so full, unable to take anymore. jaehyun too, you milked him dry, taking all of him in you.
you crawled to him, laying beside him. he engulfs you into his embrace, kissing you so tenderly. you two were exhausted but for what it was worth, it wasnât regretful. his hand strokes your back, playing with your hair. it was peaceful, so peaceful that you secretly wished for your days to be like this. you were almost lulled to sleep by jaehyun before you opened your eyes when he whispered into the quiet room.
âweâre unconditionally timeless, and so is our love.â
far too exhausted to reply back, you just smile. you snuggled into his body, melting into him before you drifted off to dreamland. however, it wasnât until you woke up the next day and felt the cold that you knew.Â
jaehyun was gone, gone from your life once more. the intimate night you two shared last night, his parting gift.
there was no getting back together, no peaceful nights where the two of you lay in each otherâs embrace. you cried and cried that entire morning, and silently prayed for a day where you two could reunite again. for fate to align you two again because after allâŚ
jeong jaehyun was your first love and last love.
Š jhdyuiee
2024. 11. 03
final a.n: AHHHHH, jae leaves tomorrow. i donât know what to do guys, like my man is leaving for the next 2 years. like what do you mean my man who has served needs to serve more?! consider this story as my last jaehyun fic while he is still a free man, lol, and no this doesnât mean iâll stop writing abt him. instead, think of this as a new beginning (?) okay i think thatâs enough⌠iâma go now! i hope you all enjoyed this read (wrote it in one day, very proud of my dedication after all the chaos school has brought me) and iâll be sure to upload lots this month! stay safe, may we jaehyun fans make it until may 2026!
p.s: the cover picture makes me go feral, i just had to include it!
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đ¸ WHAT DOES YOUR PERSON WANT TO TELL YOU RIGHT NOW?
NOTE â for entertainment purposes only. take what resonates & leave what doesn't. yâall i canât believe october is almost over already, like woah?! ugh this took me a couple days to finish but hereâs a treat for you all <3 my lil boo bears. đđť
PILE ONE.
heyyyy pile 1 i just wanna start by saying WHEWWW your person does not play about you! they have such high regard for you itâs honestly so cute. they see you as the full package. if not you, than who? is just how they feel. itâs honestly weighing on them so heavy that theyâre not in connection with you right now in the 3D â they feel like something in their life is missing and they canât quite put their finger on it but on a soul-level they know itâs you. their soul craves your warm touch, your genuine love and affection. nothing/no-one could ever come close to the way that you love them and vice versa.
you both are like two peas in a pod lol âbirds of a featherâ by billie eilish just started playing in my head. your person has a very child-like/mercurial energy to them that they suppress, but it comes out whenever youâre in their presence. they canât help but feel giddy inside, because your smile is just so sweet and cute. they want me to tell you that you heal a part of them that they never knew was wounded. you have a knack for picking up on peopleâs unspoken feelings/trauma/baggage that they carry heavy on their heart, and you make them feel seen and heard. that is one of the things that your person loves about you the most, pile 1. your compassion and empathy â you know what to say and how to say it. your person probably had to become independent at a really young age, and theyâre telling me that it wasnât easy but they look at life so much differently when it comes to you. you give them motivation and strength to confidently take on anything that life throws at them.
theyâre used to putting on a mask and pretending like they have everything together when they really donât, but this connection with you is really going to make them sit and reflect on their own inner child wounds and work through it. this connection with you will allow them to feel the joy and love that they never truly received in their childhood. theyâve spent a lot of their time moving from one meaningless connection to the next, searching for something that could fill the void but nothing has worked.
for some of you, your person could struggle with substance abuse or overindulging in things that arenât good for them. it might not be so extreme but they could smoke a lot of weed or cigarettes. for others of you, your person might be on again/off again with a karmic ex but i see them leaving this all behind and getting their bad habits under control before they come into contact with you. itâs not even like they truly want to indulge in those things/situations, but something triggered them to the point of needing some type of escape. when they feel scared or hurt they feel like a child again, searching for some sort of a comfort and safe space. theyâre not proud of it but they want me to tell you that theyâre just really overwhelmed right now.
however, thereâs quite literally nothing they wouldnât do for you, pile 1. they always want to make you smile and laugh no matter what. right now they donât feel like theyâre in the right position to move towards you because thereâs a few external influences that are halting yâalls connection right now, but trust me their spirit guides are working on it. this person might not have the greatest reputation but theyâre actively trying to do better, especially for you. theyâre tired of falling into the same situations and cycles with the same karmic people. your person wants me to tell you that they canât wait to be with you and to finally hold you in their arms. they want you to know that youâll always be safe with them and that they will always have your back no matter what. your wish is their command, pile 1. TOO CUTE. ahhhhh 11:11 on the clock wow.
other channeled messages:
leave you alone jeezy ft. ne-yo, needy by ariana grande, wifey material, you already know this person, thereâs somebody in your inner circle you need to cut off, bianca and cameron from 10 things i hate about you, air sign venus, 11H placements.
PILE TWO.
pile 222 whatâs up! my mind over matter pile, i dig it lol. you have no problem revoking your energy back from anyone or any situation that doesnât serve you any good, and your person genuinely loves that about you so much. you know your worth, and even if it comes down to someone or something you truly value and care for, if itâs not in alignment with you, youâre out the door! iâm hearing âdeucesâ by [redacted redacted] iâm moving on to somethin' better, better, better. no more tryna make it work. YEAH very much that.
your person does want me to tell you that you need to step out of your comfort zone and stop playing things so safe â let loose and have a little fun. i feel like you guard your heart and could possibly have some trust issues â itâs like your flight or fight kicks in when it comes to intimacy/romance. some of you that picked this pile might have capricorn placements? itâs like youâre a lover at heart but not everyone gets to see that side of you, especially people that pursue you romantically. youâre like AHT AHT hold it right there! now âmotiveâ by ariana grande ft. doja cat is coming to mind lol cause i see you tryin', subliminally tryin' to see if iâm gon' be the one that's in your arms. i admit it's exciting, parts of me kinda like it. but before i lead you onâŚbaby, tell me, what's your motive? mhm thatâs your vibe, pile 2. whereas your person is more action-based and just jumps right in and goes for it with no hesitation. whatever they feel/think, they act on.
thereâs gonna be a bit of a push and pull energy between you two lol you might not know how to take your person at first. you might be like ummmâŚ.what is this? LMAOOO honestly this is amusing because both you and your personâs energies compliment each other so well but yâalls approach to love is completely different. youâre more of a âwell why would i waste my time?â type of a person whereas they look at it like âif it works out it works out, if notâŚlife goes on.â your person could have prominent aries and/or aquarius placements as well. 1:11 on the clock omg.
i think this person will check all the boxes that you want in a partner though. they may not seem that way in terms of their approach, but they will be a real devoted and dependable partner when it comes to you. currently there is a flighty energy about them, they seem to be a bit all over the place. for some of you, your person is dealing with a situationship/ex and trying to close out that cycle. also picking up a very specific message (for a very small group of yâall) that this person could already have a kid or have a kid on the way which was kind of unexpected and has created some sort of emotional turmoil for them. either way, whatever situation your person is currently facing, itâs ultimately pushing them to mature and take responsibility so that when they approach you they can really show you that they want the real deal and theyâre not just playing games. theyâre gonna come all the way correct lol they know you deserve the best and thatâs exactly how theyâre going to show up and out for you.
other channeled messages:
temperature by sean paul, i wanna be down by brandi, having deep conversations, stay ready by jhenĂŠ aiko ft kendrick, no by meghan trainor, 10:10.
PILE THREE.
hiii pile 3! if you feel called to it, check out pile 2 as well there might be messages in there for you too. your person wants me to tell you that they feel a little bit restless right now lol like theyâre from one thing to the next. theyâve been feeling really bored and stagnant and now theyâre ready for something new. ooo âsomething newâ by zendaya ft [redacted redacted] is coming to mind donât know your name, but i guess i really don't care. i probably should wait, but i wanna let you go there. right now your person is undergoing a big transformation, emotionally and spiritually. theyâre shedding a lot of their past toxic behaviors and limited beliefs so that they can be more grounded and take responsibility for their own lives.
theyâve been through a lot this past year, but no more of the blame game, theyâre taking ownership. iâm ngl youâre gonna have your person sprung lol they want me to tell you that they find you sexy af and youâre exactly the type of partner they want/dream of. you have a very commanding presence, whether you know that or not, and youâre gonna have them entranced like OMG wrapped around your finger.
for some of you, you might feel insecure about your body or wish you had less of this and more of that but guess what?! theyâre gonna love you DOWN like they canât believe someone as enticing as you actually exists. âdown on meâ by jeremih ft 50 cent just started playing in my mind lol your person is so funny (and horny for you) BYE lmaooooo. theyâre a very straightforward person, but they want you to know that they respect you so fucking much and theyâd never dream of making you feel uncomfortable or objectified.
iâm also getting that you two could meet at a party/club of some kind and/or meet through mutual friends possibly. thereâs gonna be sparks between you two right off the bat, but you might play hard to get in the beginning just for the fuck of it lol thatâs just gonna make your person want you even more. ngl things might move fast between yâall hehe some of yâall might just hookup with your person off the rip cause theyâre just soooo charming, pile 2. like even if you do hold out on them in the beginning, youâre gonna eventually fold cause the chemistry between yâall is HOT AF like iâm sweating. just randomly thought of mr and mrs smith, whew!
other channeled messages:
caught up by usher, wanna be by glorilla & megan thee stallion, cocky af by megan thee stallion, new car, donât tell everything you know, shravana, touch my body by mariah carey, boyfriend by justin bieber, sex on the beach by partynextdoor, klaus & caroline from the vampire diaries, prominent mars, moon-mars synastry.
PILE FOUR.
pile 4, omg. i feel so warm and fuzzy like wow your person wants you to know that they donât see anyone else but you. that donât want to be with anyone else but you. theyâre drawn to you like a moth to a flame. âcloserâ by ne-yo immediately came to mind lol turn the lights off in this place and she shines just like a star. and i swear i know her faceâŚi just don't know who you are. they find you so mesmerizing itâs honestly so adorable. your person is gonna go the extra mile to court you, pile 4. they feel like you deserve all the finer things in life and they will give that to you.
your person is proof that chivalry is not dead because WOW when i tell you that this person is so respectful, kind, generous and dependableâŚi truly mean it. they see you for what you are, a star. they want me to tell you that theyâre going to be so devoted to you and theyâre going to show you that there is so much more to life than just work work work work. youâre a busy bee, pile 4. youâre constantly working and pushing yourself to achieve your goals to the point that you sometimes forget to just relax and allow yourself to just be.
your person wants me to tell you that theyâre coming into your life sooner than you think. 11:11 on the clock wow. theyâre gonna bring so much joy and abundance into your life! youâre going to be so happy and at peace whenever youâre with them, itâs like they just make everything easier. your person loves how wise you are and how you never fold under pressure â that to them is sooo incredibly sexy.
theyâre a go-getter as well, so you two together is truly gonna be a force to be reckoned with â itâs giving power couple. your person could have prominent 10H placements and you could have cancer/4h placements. iâm seeing so much yellow, wow. they really embody solar plexus energy and will help you to be more confident and unapologetic with the way you look and feel. you both elevate each other in so many ways itâs amazing, pile 4. i feel like theyâre going to open you up to trying new things & youâre really going to feel liberated.
your person isnât used to settling down and being in a committed relationship for long, but they want the whole 9 with you. theyâre telling me that they will really work hard to make things right with you. they can admit that theyâve been selfish and have been putting themselves first in this connection, but theyâre putting their best foot forward now to be the partner that you need them to be. they were being greedy and inconsiderate in the past, and they truly regret that but accountability is the first step for them and now they know how to move accordingly to come into this connection with a healthy mindset and genuine love.
they want me to tell you that youâre a diamond and theyâre aware that you donât go for just anything so they are not going to approach you with just anything lol they are getting their shit together so that they can give you everything plus more. youâll see ;) your person is so amazing pile 4 i love this for you eeeekkk.
other channeled messages:
shawty is da sh*! by the dream & fabolous, diva by beyoncĂŠ, 420, dangerous woman by ariana grande, numb by rihanna ft. eminem, initials J N B or C, ex lingering, 4th house.
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LIKE FATHER
PAIRING ⊠jay x reader
SUMMARY ⊠moving in with your short term boyfriend turns out to have its own set of challenges, including how attractive his father is
WARNINGS ⊠there is obviously an age gap although reader is in her early 20s, cheating on both ends, âŚ. reader and jay are both pretty terrible people sorry jungwon
WC ⊠10.6k
AUTHORS NOTE ⊠For some reason this was not fun to write lol but hope that doesnât come across in it and you can enjoy! NOT PROOFREAD
âYouâre sure your dad wonât mind me coming to stay with you guys?â You took a step too far away from where the phone was attached to the wall and you cringed at the sharp tug on the chord.
Your room fell silent for a few seconds and you waited to see if it caused any damage to the connection or alerted anybody downstairs to the fact youâd been sitting on the same call for almost two hours while you packed up your most important belongings.
âThe offer has been on the table for months Y/N, you know that.â Jungwonâs voice was as sweet as ever crackling through the static of your old phone but you still sighed despite his reassurance.
He wasnât lying, him and (according to what heâd been saying) his father had been inviting you to come and stay with them ever since you and Jungwon transitioned from friends to something more and you finally opened up to him about your rocky home life.
You certainly werenât one for charity especially when it involved moving in with your boyfriend of only two months but you trusted him enough to know he wouldnât make something more out of this than it was.
That didnât stop the sick feeling in your stomach from growing as you continued to stuff the most necessary items into another backpack, your free ear listening as closely as ever for the sound of angry footsteps stomping their way to your bedroom.
âAnd your mom is okay with it?â Your voice had gotten softer the more you asked, feeling ridiculous from how much youâd repeated yourself the last few days.
âSweetheart you know sheâs never home. It would be nice to have you around trust me, we could use a softer touch around the house.â He was shuffling something around on the other side of the line and you felt both affection and more guilt knowing he was likely preparing the guest room for your arrival.
Youâd been stern when you told Jungwon you werenât going to share his room with him but your boyfriend didnât even think twice about it, as overly nice and bubbly as he always was.
Thatâs what had initially attracted you to the younger boy considering you had been known for your sharper demeanor for a long time, although not necessarily your fault when you looked back at your upbringing. He brought out a childish side of you that you had learned to appreciate and his sensitivity was only occasionally overwhelming.
It wasnât at all surprising that he was grinning brightly at you on the day you finally arrived to his house, directly opposite of your own grim expression and the way you nervously pulled your large backpack higher on your shoulders.
He was quickly moving towards you so he could take one of the stuffed bags out of your hands and you thanked him softly before looking back towards the doorway, faltering now that he had moved and a new figure had taken his place.
Youâd never met Jungwonâs parents before considering how fresh your relationship was and how rare it was for you to be able to leave home and see him outside of mandatory things like studying.
You knew not everybody had parents like yours but, for some reason, you hadnât considered what type of people would raise a boy like Jungwon. The few times an image did pop up into your head it had been small round faces with bright eyes and smiles as wide as his were, friendly grandparent like energy that would greet you with warm hugs and maybe some freshly baked cookies.
Nothing like the man that was standing in front of you right now.
For a moment he bared absolutely zero resemblance to your boyfriend and you wouldnât have even guessed they were related if it wasnât for the way he cocked his eyebrow at you (a habit Jungwon also had whenever he was confused about something).
His eyes were sharp behind his thin wired glasses and almost cold if it wasnât for the smile finally gracing his face, still not doing much to combat his impactful image. He was also decades younger than what you had pictured and you suddenly remembered comments Jungwon had made about his dad being mistaken for his older cousin.
âDad this is Y/N.â The feeling of your boyfriends shoulder pressing against yours was slightly shaking you out of your dazed staring and you reddened, glancing at him from the side of your eye before hesitantly facing the owner of the house again. âMy girlfriend.â
Heâd taken a few steps off the porch now to stand infront of you and you hoped your face didnât reflect how startled you felt, already feeling the embarrassment that would hit you later about how bad this first meeting was going.
âNice to meet you Y/N, Iâve heard a lot about you.â His voice was a lot softer than you expected it to be, light and airy like he was trying to keep the attention off of himself.
It took you a few long humiliating seconds to realize his hand was outstretched towards you and you fumbled around awkwardly with your bags before grabbing it in yours, his palm slightly cold and calloused. You took a moment to wonder what he did for work before you were squeezing his hand in a small shake.
âItâs nice to meet you sir.â You hated how weak you sounded and you distantly heard Jungwon laugh a bit at your obvious nerves, making a mental note to scold him for it once you were alone.
âJongseong is fine.â He was smiling now and your eyes shot to the sharp canine teeth peeking past his full lips before going back to hold his gaze, seeing a hint of something you couldnât make out before it was disappearing with a blink.
You were testing his name out in a whisper instinctively before letting go of his lingering touch, going back to clenching the strap of your backpack and letting Jungwon lead you inside.
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The first day went a lot smoother after your initial awkward interaction with Jongseong, being able to take the time alone in the guest room to unpack your few items and really take in the fact that you had left home.
Jungwon had respected the fact that you needed some space to adjust and he hadnât bothered you much after giving you a short tour, popping into the doorway every few hours to give you an encouraging smile and ask if you needed his help with anything.
You once again appreciated how sweet your boyfriend was and found yourself feeling incredibly lucky to have landed somebody like him, giving him a quick kiss goodnight before you were changing into your pajama set and letting him go to sleep. You still had a few more things to set up and you figured you wouldnât be sleeping for a while anyways, your nerves still high enough to keep you on edge.
It was definitely past midnight when you saw the shadow in your new doorway, a smile sneaking into your face before you even turned around.
âSneaking into my room on the first night?â You didnât bother looking at him, already anticipating the feeling of him hugging you from behind and bashfully denying your innuendo.
âNot quite.â
Your body tensed up in half a second at the sound of the far less familiar voice coming from behind you, freezing in place with a pile of clothes still in your hands.
Fear was obvious on your face when you dropped the few items clumsily on the bed and spun around to face him, Jongseong standing in the place where you had expected your boyfriend to be. The light amusement in his gaze wasnât enough to stop the wave of embarrassment hitting you again and you flushed at the sight of him in more casual clothing, leaning against your doorway.
âIâm so sorry, I thought you were.. I didnât even meanâŚâ You were bouncing back and fourth between explaining why you had said it and not wanting him to think you actually had plans to let Jungwon sneak into your room.
His low chuckle stopped your rambling and you watched him sheepishly, once again struck by how young he looked especially now that he was just wearing a black sweater and some sweatpants with a college logo you couldnât quite make out.
âDonât worry about it, I know my son is a good kid and you seem like a sweet girl.â He was speaking so casually and you tried to ignore the low heat building at the light compliment coming from him. You chalked it up to wanting the approval of your boyfriendâs parent, nodding softly and shifting in place. âWas just coming to see how you were settling in?â
âItâs great sir. Iâm just finishing up here.â You gestured behind you to the messy bed of your belongings and he titled his head just enough to look around you.
His gaze trailed back to you and you paused again at the heaviness of it, almost worried he was upset with you for making yourself at home so quickly.
âY/N, I said Jongseong is fine.â He was repeating the same thing he told you earlier in the day but his tone was a lot sharper now, not quite irritated but definitely enough for you to get the memo.
Your eyes widened a touch at the sudden sternness but you were quick to nod at him and resist the urge to apologize to him, not wanting to turn something so small into a big ordeal like you had earlier with the handshake.
âI really appreciate you letting me stay with you guys.â You attempted to force yourself to keep your tone light and casual in an effort to stop making every interaction with him end in embarrassment. ââŚJongseong.â
His eyes flashed with that same look you had noticed earlier and for a second you wondered if he regretted letting you address him so informally so soon now that it was actually rolling off your tongue. He barely shifted against the doorway but it was enough movement for you to drag your gaze down his outfit again before meeting his eyes quickly.
He raised his eyebrow again and the image reminded you of your boyfriend who was asleep just down the hall, chest tightening for some weird reason you didnât really understand.
âNo more thanking me and if you need anything, please let me know. And I do mean anything.â His voice never wavered when he spoke, an aura of maturity and self assurance carrying his words out smoothly, but his tone lowered at the end and now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows. âSleep well Y/N.â
By the time you were prying open your lips to whisper something close to wishing him goodnight, he was already turning away from the doorway and walking down the dark hallway.
You waited a few seconds with bated breath before flopping back onto the bed while crushing all of your belongings sprawled across it in the process.
ââ
Waking up the next morning had you finally feeling the emotions of actually being away from your house, nearly getting a good nights sleep without the worry of being woken up by your angry father or belligerent mom.
You had a few instances where you woke up randomly and sprung into a sitting position, startled in your sleep by your bodies natural instinct to react and panic. Once you processed the quiet and safe room that surrounded you, you were able to fall back asleep slowly.
Jungwon and his dad had let you sleep in but you definitely didnât want to make a habit of it, promising yourself youâd get up each day and make yourself useful as a thank you for their hospitality.
âThere she is.â Your boyfriendâs cheerful voice was the first one to greet you when you got dressed and made your way downstairs, smiling sheepishly at him where he stood leaned against the kitchen counter.
You were walking straight into his arms and he gave you a soft hug, swaying lightly side to side as he made affectionate noises at your tired demeanor.
âHowâd you sleep?â Another voice snapped you out of your daze a bit and you pulled away to find Jongseong, watching you over the rim of his coffee mug he was currently taking a large drink from.
âGood, very good.â You lied as naturally as you could and Jungwon kissed his teeth happily at your answer whilst his dad continued to watch you skeptically. âAnything I can help with?â
You had just now noticed that they seemed to be in the middle of preparing something for lunch, different ingredients littering the counters and three plates stacked nicely on top of each other. You wondered briefly if they always ate together like this despite it just being the two of them most the time or if it was a special occasion to welcome you.
âI would normally say no but I totally hate cutting up the vegetables.â Jungwon was always so bubbly that you couldnât help but smile at him as he passed the task over to you, affection in your chest as you patted his arm softly and nodded.
He was quick to leave the kitchen before his dad could give him another assignment but you could still hear him humming in the dining room alongside the sound of plates being placed on the table and silverware clanking against glass.
Youâd barely picked up the knife before you heard a low scoff and you glanced at Jongseong from the side of your eye, raising an eyebrow in question when you found him watching you.
His stare was disapproving but you didnât see any seriousness in it, shaking his head when you slowly pressed the blade down against a head of broccoli. A laugh escaped you at his attempts to teach you without any speaking and you placed the knife back down on the counter.
âCare to show me your technique?â You surprised yourself with the teasing tone youâd taken on but you decided it was less awkward to pretend it was intentional, leaning back against the corner of the counters and waiting for his rebuttal.
âIt would save us a lot of trouble.â He was swift to put down the seasoning bottles he had been applying to pieces of meat on a cutting board and you eyed him curiously as he approached.
You had fully expected him to take the knife and showcase what you were supposed to be doing with it but instead he was pausing by your tray of vegetables and beckoning you to approach it.
You were slow now when you moved back to where you had been standing considering he was right next to you this time, that same gaze that never seemed to leave you burning holes in the side of your face now. He cleared his throat before he was moving behind you, still close enough to be able to wrap his arms around you and grasp your wrist in his hand.
Your breath caught in your throat immediately both at the feeling of his skin touching yours and the fact he was nearly pressed up against you.
âHold it tightly, just like that.â His voice came out in almost a whisper and you wondered if it naturally lowered the quieter he got or if he was doing it intentionally. You were on autopilot when you adjusted your fingers under his but apparently it had been correct considering the pleased hum you heard directly in your ear. âThere we go Y/N, good job.â
The light praise was making you feel nearly sick and you braved looking over your shoulder in an attempt to see him.
âJongseong.â Your face flushed red when you heard how breathy your voice was especially since he was standing far too close for you to be able to see his expression and understand what this situation was meant to be. âSir.â
You hated how defenseless you were now but youâd be an idiot to deny how attractive he was and something about him being much older than you was leaving you feeling weaker than normal, weak enough that you didnât feel the need to stop him when you felt his hand that wasnât holding yours over the knife land above your hip.
âWhat did I say about that?â His mouth had moved closer to your ear and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of him squeezing your side, automatically swaying backwards to lean more against him. âCan you keep quiet for me?â
You were enthusiastically nodding your head without a second thought and your mouth parted when he slid his hand over your side to your stomach, pushing your thin shirt up carelessly so he could feel your skin.
The knife had been abandoned by both of you, his other hand also moving down to your exposed midsection and yours gripping the counter intensely, knuckles turning white from the pressure you were applying.
You could feel him press against you harder and you let out a shaky breath at his entire body over yours, height caging you in with his arms still around you.
âDoing so good.â He was speaking again and his voice alone was enough to spur a whine to fall from your lips, one of his hands quickly leaving your stomach in favor of extending over your throat and gripping your chin tightly between his fingers in an attempt to keep you from making another sound.
You were finally moving on your own to grab his wrist and impatiently maneuver his fingers so you could wrap your lips around two of them, feeling please with yourself when he made a slightly pained noise at the sudden feeling of your tongue soothing over his skin.
It was a definite way to keep you quiet and you could feel the effect it had on him considering he was pushed against you so tightly, the feeling of him beyond addicting in a way that was leaving your head spinning and taking away any rational thinking you had.
âYou like that? Thought youâd take longer but here you are sucking on my fingers without even asking.â He was continuing to talk but you were focused so much on the sound of his voice that you couldnât even process what he was actually saying.
Your lips were parting to try to say something back but you were interrupted by the sound of something hitting wood loudly right outside the door, immediately feeling Jongseong spring away from you just in time for Jungwon to walk into the kitchen and casually complain that he had bumped into one of the chairs.
Luckily his dad was quick to entertain his pained expression and engage in conversation with him because there was no way you would be able to speak now, face flushing with guilt and a terrible feeling in your stomach at the realization he had been two seconds from walking in on you doing something so awful and betraying him.
Your shoulders were tense as you stared straight ahead of you at the uncut vegetables and the completely abandoned knife. It had all happened so fast that you almost convinced yourself youâd daydreamed it if it wasnât for the way your shirt was still slightly pushed up and the taste of his skin on your tongue.
You glanced over your shoulder in the direction of your boyfriend and his dad to find the latter already watching you like he commonly seemed to be, eyes dark and amused like he was daring you to say something about what had happened.
It was clear to both of you that you hadnât even thought about it and you quickly looked away just in time for his lips to curl up into a smirk.
ââ
The next day was plagued with the realization of what happened and for the first time in your life you were actually wishing you could go home.
You didnât necessarily regret it and you certainly didnât fault him for anything that had happened considering you were more than a willing participant but between the guilt you felt everytime you saw Jungwons sweet face and the the constant want for more that wasnât dying out, you felt exhausted.
Jongseong was an attractive man and youâd be stupid to deny something so obvious, from his sharp jawline and his cat like eyes that seemed to pierce you every time you made contact across a room. It also didnât hurt that he was taller than you and Jungwon both and clearly in shape, evident by how he felt pushed against you.
Your face was smushed into your pillow as you restlessly rolled around trying to shake your head empty of the thoughts of his hands on your body and his mouth on your skin, proving impossible the more you laid there.
Maybe something was developmentally wrong with you or your issues with your father possibly made it so you were unable to deny the affection of somebody so much older than you. Whatever it was you werenât too happy about it and the dull wanting ache in your stomach was not going away no matter how much time you spent avoiding him.
Apparently he was feeling the same thing because after a few days of doing your best to stay away, he was coming to find you.
âCan I have a word with you?â His voice from your doorway was making you spring up from the bed and you immediately flushed at the realization your hair was a complete mess from all your dramatic rolling.
He either didnât notice or didnât mind because his eyes stayed locked on yours and you nodded your head automatically at his question, watching him with wide eyes as he entered the small room and shut the door behind him.
A low heat was already building at the fact the two of you were alone and you only briefly wondered where your boyfriend was before hearing his voice come from down the hallway, shouting at whatever game he was always playing with his friends online.
Jungwon had been very good at giving you your space as you adjusted and you were beyond appreciative of that especially since you were constantly paranoid he would realize something was wrong.
âI would like to apologize.â He started off smooth and calm and you watched him silently as he shifted in place and kept his hands in his pockets. âI need to apologize.â
You felt a little bad that you werenât really focusing on how emotionally torn up he looked but it really was his fault for coming into your bedroom wearing suit pants and a button up shirt, his work tie long abandoned and giving him an even sexier casual look. Your eyes were scanning his figure and you could only hope you werenât drooling as he attempted to have a serious conversation with you.
He sighed a little bit at your obvious distraction and you finally paid attention when he sat on the edge of your bed, dipping slightly under his weight.
âIâm sorry?â You had meant it to be a chance for him to repeat his statements but instead he just scoffed out a laugh.
âPretty sure thatâs my line.â He was finally relaxing slightly but you could tell he still had his guard up, more so when you sat up on your knees and leaned closer to where he was stiffly sitting. âI made a mistake.â
You were earnest in the way you shook your head and his face was turned towards you just enough to see the way your expression crumpled at his regret even though youâd been struggling with the same dilemma. You hadnât quite come to the conclusion that you wish it hadnât happened so you were struck by the fact he had especially since he had been the one to initiate it.
âYou didnât.â You didnât even bother caring about the possibility that you looked pathetic, crawling across the bed so you could be beside him with your hands coming up to grip his arm in an attempt to keep his attention on you. âWe didnât do anything I didnât want, I promise.â
For a second you wondered if this was the outcome he had hoped for when he came into the room, if he had only apologized to be able to say he did all that he could to avoid the situation worsening.
You also wondered if he would be offended by you thinking so poorly of him or if your opinion didnât matter at all, maybe he even liked the idea of you thinking he was a bad person for wanting you but still wanting him tenfold anyways.
It was hard to understand what was going through his mind considering the only things you really knew about him was that he was Jungwons father and this was extremely wrong of you both, especially the way he was looking at you now that you were closer to each other.
âI liked the way you touched me.â Your voice was dropping down to a mere whisper and his eyes automatically darkened at the turn in the conversation, gaze flickering down to where your hand was sliding up towards his shoulder before meeting your eyes again. âShould I leave you alone?â
You both silently understood that the out you were giving him was nothing more than a teasing remark, you knowing he wouldnât accept it and him knowing you didnât want him to.
His big hand was coming up to cup your cheek before you could say another word and you sighed happily when he was pulling you forward so he could finally kiss you properly.
The kiss was sloppy and wet right from the beginning and the heat built rapidly in you now, fully feeling the difference between Jungwon and the older man next to you. He was clearly more experience and he had no hesitation in the way he was roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you forward so you were straddling his lap.
You whined against his mouth and you could feel him smiling at the sound, keeping his hand on your face like he was trying to stop you from moving away despite the fact you were sat ontop of him with your hands smoothing over his shoulders and arms.
âJongseong.â You were breathing his name into the air with his lips on your neck and he hummed half heartedly in question. âJay quit.â
Your hands were in his hair making a complete mess of it and a large part of you felt smug for getting to be the one to make such a responsible man, an adult in every sense of the word, pull you closer and closer like he was worried youâd stop him too early.
âThis is a bad idea.â Your eyes fluttered shut when his teeth scraped your skin and his arm was fully wrapped around your lower back to keep you from leaving.
âThis is the best idea Iâve ever had.â He was holding your gaze for just a second once your eyes opened again before he was kissing you, back to the filth and desperation immediately like youâd never stopped.
Your immediate attraction to each other was undeniable but you knew while kissing him that you wouldnât be able to stop anytime soon, even if it meant hurting Jungwon after he had been so kind to you.
That word was the issue and you felt a flash of annoyance at the thought of him and how nice he constantly was. His hands were always hovering over your skin like he thought his touch would hurt you and he was always wincing whenever you vented after a bad day or said something rude about a stranger, his heart so soft and pure and so easy to break that it drove you to insanity occasionally.
You stayed with Jungwon because he was not the type to leave you, regardless if he loved you or not. You knew you didnât have to worry about randomly being dumped or cheated on with the younger boy because he was simply too kind to hurt your feelings.
Jay didnât seem to mind as much as his son about your well-being or how fragile you could possibly be, hands roughly groping your body and biting down on your swollen lips despite the fact you had to leave this room and act like nothing happened.
âStop thinking.â His voice was rough and set in a whisper that made your back arch so you could press yourself into him. âFocus on me princess.â
âIâm trying.â Your answer was surprisingly honest and he pulled back so your lips werenât touching anymore although still close enough that you could feel his nose rubbing against yours and feel his breath on your face.
âHeâll never know.â He sounded so sure that for a second you wondered if this was the type of thing he did often.
Not necessarily with his sons girlfriends considering you knew for a fact you were the first girl Jungwon had ever spent time around let alone dated but you realized in that moment that you didnât know anything about the man underneath you besides the fact he was willing to press himself against you the first day you meant just off pure attraction alone.
The thought paralyzed you for a second and you instinctively looked towards the door, feeling him tense underneath you at the realization you were uncomfortable.
His hand was coming up to hold your cheek softly and you noted how rough his skin felt compared to Jungwons baby smooth palm, that low heat still there at the difference despite how awkward you felt now.
âIâm not like this usually.â You werenât sure why the confession spilled from your lips but you were partially hoping heâd give you one in return. âIâve never done this before.â
Instead he was giving you a soft smile and for once he had no dark lust in his eyes or ulterior motive when he leaned in to kiss your lips softly, barely there peck that made your head spin with new emotions towards the situation. He was still looking at you with the heavy fondness when he pulled back again and you knew you mustâve looked like a fool, eyes wide with innocent admiration as you stared at him infatuated.
This time when you made a light move off his lap he didnât try to stop you and you settled for sitting right next to him, fully facing his direction and waiting for him to say something- anything that would confirm he was the same way.
Your chest clenched uncomfortably when he wasnât looking at you and you could see a tightness in his jaw that wasnât there before, wondering if it was anger or something else.
âIâm sorry.â You were whispering it without knowing what you were really apologizing for and his gaze snapped over to you like he had forgotten you were there.
âWhat for? I came onto you.â He clearly had a habit of being blunt but you wanted to shrink into yourself hearing the words be said so carelessly and loud into the quiet room. âDo you love my son?â
The question completely threw you off and you were left without a reply long enough for it to become one, your conflicted expression and half opened mouth like you were searching for the right words was all he needed to see to know your answer.
You had been friends with Jungwon a long time before he actually asked you out for a date and you assumed the comfortability and the want to not ruin your friendship was what made you say yes that first time and all the times after that.
âHeâs good to me.â You quickly interjected when you realized his expression had changed to an almost smug look, the need to defend your boyfriend triumphing the want to please the man you knew could make you feel good if you let him. âBetter than I am to him.â
âDoes he touch you?â He nearly cut you off to ask it and the image of Jungwon sweetly kissing you and wincing whenever you made a crude joke flashed in your mind as you shook your head in denial. âGood.â
You werenât sure if it was a sense of ego or casual possession that led him to enjoying your answer but you sighed softly as he leaned in to kiss you again, moving your mouth with his instinctively and wishing now you had never stopped in the first place. The conversation hadnât given you any clarity and if anything you were just more confused but it was hard to think when he was kissing you.
He was pulling away and standing up before you could really understand why you werenât kissing anymore and you heard him murmur for you to sleep well before he was exiting the room.
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You realized the next morning that it had been far too long since you left the house and the largest part of you hoped that getting some fresh air would give you some mental clarity and help you get out of your situation, beginning to think that being in his presence was actually casting some sort of spell on you.
You spent the entire day out searching for different part time jobs around the neighborhood and by the time you started to walk back your legs were burning from how far youâd traveled.
There was a heavy sense of pride and accomplishment within yourself for getting back out there but it was almost immediately vanishing when you opened the front door to the sight of company.
Both Jungwon and Jay were in the kitchen which didnât really surprise you now that you realized it was almost dinner time, they seemed to enjoy cooking together more than other father son duos youâd met, but the thing that was throwing you off was the third person standing against the counter.
You should have known something was wrong by the look on Jays face when you first walked in, bridled with annoyance that you hadnât quite seen yet from him.
Your boyfriend looked similarly distressed (something you noticed only after a pang of guilt for checking out his father first hit you) and you quickly understood why when the unknown figure was leisurely crossing the room like she owned the place.
Possibly because she actually did.
âYou must be Y/N.â Her voice was silky and smooth in a mature way that only came with age and your eyes widened naturally as her slender hand extended towards you.
âYes I am, itâs so good to meet you.â Youâd practiced weeks ago what to say when you meant Jungwons parents but you had never expected this to be the kind of person who has raised somebody so warm. âThank you for letting me stay with you guys.â
She seemed to suck all the air out of the room and you felt almost like you were going to be sick the longer you stood there, eyes drifting over her small frame to where you knew Jay would be watching you from his place in the kitchen.
His eyes were stone cold and cautious but you assumed it wasnât directed at you considering you hadnât heard a single mention of Jungwons mom your entire stay here, not so much as a photo of her on the fridge or girly shampoo on the shelves in the shower.
Your heart clenched realizing how little you knew about their life even after moving in with them because you couldnât tell if she was intruding or if you were.
âI take it youâre enjoying your stay?â Her voice sounded sharper than it had before and your eyes trailed from her husband back to her, feeling caught even though you werenât sure in what.
âItâs been wonderful.â Your own voice had gotten a tension to it that you werenât used to hearing lately and you could see Jungwon shifting behind her like he was considering stepping in and cutting the interaction short before your famously short temper unraveled at the worst possible time.
Instead it was Jay that moved to come in between you and for half a second you assumed his moving hand was going to land on you, foolishly freezing when it was wrapping around her waist.
She looked almost as surprised as you did so you only slightly understood the flash of anger that ripped through you at the sight of him touching her.
âShould we have a seat and eat together?â He sounded unlike himself and a quick shift of his sharp eyes towards you was enough for you to eagerly nod and make your way towards the table to avoid upsetting him.
You felt ridiculously childish and upset at the way your lips formed into a pout when you saw them sitting side by side even more so when Jungwon was coming to pull his chair out next to you and only snapping you into reality enough to make you fix your expression before anyone noticed.
The dinner was cold and awkward without a single word spoken outside of asking to pass the salt or a clearing of the throat. For some reason you had been mentally preparing yourself for a line of harsh questioning from his mother, maybe even a few snide comments that would insinuate you knew what her husband tasted like but instead she didnât look up from her plate or even regard the fact you were sitting there.
It upset you for Jungwon who kept glancing around like he was waiting for something resembling a conversation or any show of interest in his life, especially about the person he was dating.
Your chair pushing out was obnoxiously loud and you winced when all three faces turned toward you as you stood up, for a second seeing the resemblance between Jungwon and his mom more than him and Jay.
âBathroom.â The word squeaked out from you and you were turning and dashing off before anybody could respond, almost tripping over the rug on the way and feeling a flush of embarrassment at how unladylike you probably looked to somebody like her.
The state of you in the mirror made it five times worse and you couldâve cried seeing the red of your cheeks and how unkempt youâd gotten from walking around all day. You had been in such a good mood and so proud of yourself yet managed to feel the opposite in such a short time, throat tightening the longer you stared at yourself.
You tensed up when the door was opening without even being knocked on and you werenât too surprised to see Jay stepping into the small bathroom, looking at you blankly until he realized how upset you were.
âWhat happened?â He was quick to step towards you and although you wanted to flinch away from his touch instead you were leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his middle.
âI thought I had such an important day.â Your voice was embarrassingly whiny but luckily it was mostly muffled by the fact your face was tucked against his chest, especially since he was wearing a thick sweater that you thought made him look more domestic than usual. âBut coming home and seeing her..â
You trailed off because you werenât really sure what the issue was although you had a feeling heâd figure it out before you even did.
He was petting your hair softly and you picked your face up to look at him, peering up and wanting for him to say something that would hopefully make you feel less stupid about your dramatics.
âDid you do good today?â He was tucking some loose strands behind your ear and speaking in that firm parental tone that made your body light up immediately. You were nodding your head after a few seconds of hesitance from your own self doubt and he hummed softly. âIâm so proud of you.â
You leaned further into him at the soft praise and you could hear him chuckle just as much as you felt it, chest rising and falling with the sound and pressing into yours with the movement.
It was inevitable that you softly rocking up on your tiptoes was going to lead to another kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as he met you half way and silenced your desperate whine with his lips pressing against yours. You felt a sense of heavy comfort and warmth wash over you now that you were finally getting what you wanted from the moment you stepped inside and your smoothed your hands over his firm back up to his shoulder blades.
He was taking a few steps forward and your back roughly hit the bathroom counter, wasting no time before you were scrambling to sit ontop of it so he could press forward in between your open legs and keep kissing you harder and harder.
His hips fell against yours and your body felt like it was on fire from how much you needed more of that, mouth parting as you lost the ability to kiss him back from how hard you were panting. That didnât stop him from still pressing his lips against your unmoving ones and he only seemed to notice the reason for your distraction when you spread your legs even more to try to get him to press down in between them again.
âYou like that baby?â His voice was low and husky and your eyes shot up to his at the sound of it, nodding your head and whining when he rolled himself down onto your aching core and kept his gaze on yours the entire time. âWant me to touch you there so bad donât you.â
You knew it was more of an observation than a question but you kept nodding your head stupidly so there was no room for him to misunderstand how much you truly wanted that.
âPlease.â Your voice was breathier than youâd ever heard it and his eyebrows furrowed for a second like he was in pain. âNeed it Jay, please.â
His lips were back on yours the second you finished your gentle pleads and you outwardly moaned this time at the feeling of his tongue licking into your mouth, completely filthy in the way he was moving against you and running his hand up your thigh at the same time.
You were desperately rolling your hips up in an attempt to meet his again but he was brutally holding back for some reason, letting you get more and more desperate as you made out until he was finally pushing your skirt up enough that you could understand what he wanted to do to you.
He gave you one last long kiss before he was shifting away from you and lowering himself to his knees infront of the counter, your wide eyes watching him as he pushed your skirt high up on your hips so he had a full view of what was underneath. You had no time to be insecure about what kind of underwear you were wearing or what he could be thinking because he was pulling it down your thighs and groaning to himself at the sight of you.
âFuck you get so wet just from kissing.â He was almost talking to himself instead of you but you still whined impatiently at the lewd wording, shifting even further onto the edge of the counter as much as your humiliation would allow you.
âDo something, anything.â You were even more embarrassed that you felt like you had no idea what you were asking for.
You werenât a stranger to the idea of sex and what all came before it if you got lucky (which clearly you finally had) but the specifics were a bit lost on you especially with somebody with close to double your lifetime of experience.
Clearly this didnât matter to him because he was disappearing from your sight and putting his mouth on you before you could ask him for it again. Your mouth dropped open in a low sound you didnât know you could make and your hands gripped the counter and wall simultaneously to stop yourself from instinctively closing your legs or running from the foreign feeling.
Youâd never imagined a few days ago that Jay would have even kissed you again let alone been eating you on with his wife and son right downstairs but you felt like your entire world shifted just from the sensation of his tongue on you.
âFuck.â You felt dumb for being at a complete loss when it came to what you could say but there was no chance you were getting out more than that especially since he was wasting no time before he was actively licking into you and wrapping his mouth around your clit.
Your hips rolled against his movements on their own and you couldâve cried from how good it felt, his large hands wrapped around your legs and ankles to keep your pliant for him even though there was nothing that could make you stop now.
Even the thought of Jungwon getting curious about your absence and coming to search for you wasnât making you hesitant in the desperate way you moved your hand to Jays short black hair to pull him into you.
âTaste so good.â His own voice sounded similar to the state of yours now, breathy and desperate in a way that majorly stroked your ego. âCanât believe I didnât have you before.â
âYou have me now.â You were practically whining the words and you were scooting even closer to try to get him to stop talking and keep making you feel good already. âKeep going Jay please.â
That was all he needed to hear to dive back into licking you, tongue bringing you sensations you hadnât even known were possible. It was taking everything in you not to lose yourself in the moment and moan and cry for him, lip bitten harshly between your teeth with small sounds escaping.
âS-so good.â You felt like you were going crazy and the few times youâd made yourself finish on your own was nothing compared to what was happening now, completely coming undone with your legs tensing around his head which didnât do much to deter him.
You couldnât barely catch your breath before he was back to standing and roughly kissing you again, slamming you back against the mirror and letting his hands come up to grope at your thighs and chest like he was a man starved.
âSuch a good girl for me.â He was speaking in between the borderline filthy kisses he was giving you and you whined at the praise, head filled with that staticky feeling you got whenever he said something similar. âYou love being good for daddy donât you?â
Your eyes widened at the title so casually slipped into the sentence and his eyebrow cocked looking down at you, pausing from licking into your mouth so he could fully watch your response.
You were quick to nod in agreement to his statement and kiss him again, a lot more gentle this time.
âDonât let her get you upset, sheâs nothing.â It took you a few dizzy seconds to understand what he was talking about and your heart clenched when you remembered the reason you were upset in the first place.
âSheâs just soâŚâ You didnât really know how to explain that the fact she was everything you werenât was driving you crazy despite clearly seeing you were more welcomed in her own home than she was.
Once again it seemed like he knew what you were thinking without actually hearing it come from your mouth and you could do nothing but pout stupidly while he caressed your hair and adjusted your skirt to where it was more presentable, a silent end to what youâd been doing just a few seconds ago as the mood shifted drastically.
âSheâs nothing compared to you.â He was borderline whispering as he pulled you off the counter and into him, bodies pressing together in a way that made your head spin. You rocked forward onto your toes so youâd be able to kiss him again and he accepted without hesitation.
It was a lot easier to go to your room and rest than you figured it would be but youâd grown more comfortable here as of late and your heart didnât feel heavy knowing he was downstairs lying that you had felt sick.
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The next few days you saw less of Jay than you wouldâve liked and your only real interactions came from dinner time small talk or the handful of times he managed to get you alone in a room, which didnât leave you much time for conversation considering the fact his tongue was practically shoved down your throat whenever the opportunity presented itself.
You didnât take it personally knowing he was busy with work and you almost hated to admit that the thought of him being stressed about his very adult job turned you on as much as it worried you.
Beside it wasnât like you were capable of feeling lonely with Jungwon at your side even more than he usually was, potentially hiding out from his mother and whatever awkward talks she thought it was her duty to fulfill because of her absence.
Heâd lay in your bed reading while you sat at the desk scanning the newspaper for local part time jobs and the two of you had even taken up the tradition of going for walks after dinner.
Jungwon was providing a great comfort to you that was only ever shifted when you were forced to remember he wasnât just your bestfriend and you couldnât confide in him about your tough situation without breaking your heart. Something in you crumbled everytime he tried to kiss you during a laughfest and you could only take so much more handholding before you considered cutting yours off.
He wasnât doing anything wrong of course, playing his part of your loving boyfriend, but you still couldnât shake the sensation that he wasnât the one you were supposed to be kissing.
Youâd even dodged him the other night when he attempted to kiss you with his dad in the other room, stomach turning uncomfortably at the thought of Jay seeing that despite the fact he was sleeping in the same bed as his wife most nights.
âI just donât understand why she canât like me.â You were stuck on the idea of her far past your ridiculous jealously, overly scorned by her indifference or outright disgust whenever the two of you had to be in the same vicinity.
âShe doesnât really like anyone Y/N.â Jungwon was sighing softly and you turned your head that was resting on his stomach in an attempt to look at him with an annoyed expression. âI thought knowing about you and my dad would make her rethink stuff but I donât know.â
Your entire body locked up at the vagueness of his sentence and the fact heâd even referred to you two as a pair of any kind, paranoia and panic hitting you despite not hearing any sign of upset or anger in your boyfriends typically calm tone.
âMe and your dad?â Your voice squeezed the words out and he gave you a weird look that only made your head fill with more terrible possibilities.
âYeah? Just how often the two of you talk to each other.â His casualness did little to ease your inner turmoil but you stayed quiet as he talked. âI explained to her how you donât have a good relationship with your own dad and how you sometimes go to mine for advice and whatnot.â
Your body flooded with both relief towards the fact he clearly had no idea about your affair but also guilt and slight disgust knowing that your boyfriend had so much trust in you that even the knowledge of you and his dad being alone together frequently didnât make him think twice about your innocence.
If anything heâd been even sweeter than you imagined and hoped you were getting advice and help from his family member.
You couldnât help but feel anger towards his mother knowing that she was aware of you and Jay âtalkingâ privately a lot because you already knew she didnât have as pure as thoughts about it as her son did.
It bothered you until you and Jungwon got home and even more so when he was kissing you gently and wishing you a goodnight before going to his own room, leaving you standing in the hallway and seriously debating what you should do.
A big part of you considered just walking out of the house in general, already mentally drafting up the apology youâd give your father as you begged him to allow you to come back home.
The other part was the one leading you down to the room Jay shared with his wife and forcing you to push the door open without knocking. You had a moment to appreciate how lucky youâd been that she wasnât actually there but it was gone as soon as you saw he was.
âY/N? Baby are you alright?â He was putting down whatever files he had been shifting through and approaching you as soon as the door closed but your sour expression and hand coming up to keep him away made him freeze in place.
âWhat if I did let him touch me?â You didnât say the name because of how forbidden it felt but you both knew exactly what you were talking about. His face remained the same but you could see his shoulders tighten and you knew youâd hit a sore spot. âWhat if he touched me and it was good, if it felt right?â
Whatever had stopped him from approaching him earlier was gone now and you stood there with caught breath as he closed the distance, standing a hair away and staring down at you and your face that you knew resembled a scolded child.
The air in the room was heavy and you could almost physically feeling it weigh you done but you still couldnât deny the heat coursing through you at the idea of him being upset with you and thinking you needed to be taught some sort of lesson, accompanied by the familiar ache and longing to please him and take back what you had just said despite knowing you wanted a response.
âWould it be the same?â His voice was low and your body responded to it immediately, eyes nearly fluttering shut as you leaned against his chest. âWould it be better, would it be what you actually want?â
âI donât know what I want.â You knew it was a lie as you said it because everything you could possibly be craving was standing right infront of you, big hands cupping your face like you belonged to him and not somebody else.
You wanted to kiss him right now more than you wanted to breathe, silently willing the conversation to end without any resolution just so you didnât have to wait a second longer. He wasnât reading your mind this time but his thumb was gently caressing over the skin of your cheek and the small gesture was enough for now.
âYes you do.â He was nodding as he said it like he was coaxing you along and you watched him like his word was gospel. âYou want somebody who can take care of you, you want to feel good and you know only I can do that.â
âShow me.â Your voice came out in a breath and he seemed like he was pleased with your response even though you figured he already knew there was no actual weight to your words and you werenât having second thoughts. âMake me feel good.â
He was kissing you before you could say anything else and you immediately melted into the now familiar feeling, bringing your hands up to hold onto his arms and make sure he didnât go anywhere in the world other than with you.
The stolen moments youâd had recently were nothing compared to actually being able to have him kissing you without a time limit, pushing you back softly until your legs were hitting the bed and you were falling backwards.
Heâd already braced your body against his so you landed softly but you were growing impatient with the new pace heâd taken on, lacking the usual roughness and desperation youâd grown so addicted to.
âJay.â You were managing to push the whine out only because he moved his kissing down to your neck, still soothing his hand over your face and hair gently while he left marks you knew you wouldnât be able to explain. âI need more.â
âYouâll get it.â He was quick to shut you down and remind you that he was overwhelmingly in charge of your entire situation.
Regardless it was affective in shutting you up and allowing him to do whatever he wanted, your own hands smoothing over the shape of his muscular back and shoulders. You were quickly finding yourself unhealthy obsessed with every part of him and you felt extremely thankful he was pushing your skirt up at the same time you came to that realization.
It wasnât lost on you that he was marking you up in the same bed he shared with his wife and you almost automatically spread your legs for him to slot between at the thought.
âGonna take my time and make you feel taken care of another day.â He sounded almost pained and annoyed at himself but you couldnât bother being upset about what he was implying when he roughly pulled your underwear done and started to fumble with his belt. âJust need you right now.â
âYou can take me.â Your mouth parted with a desperate need at the image of his shirt riding up from his hands movements, giving you just enough of a glimpse of his happy trail and tanned skin before he was moving it back down to remove his belt all the way.
No part of you was minding the lack of romance or the fact he wasnât drawing out the first time you actually got to feel him all the way, wanting him more than anything you could even begin to compare this to.
âItâs gonna hurt baby.â His warning did nothing but light up the heat in you more and you didnât need to tell him that considering the dazed expression you had, hearing him laugh a little at your excitement. âThatâs my good girl I know you can handle it.â
He wasnât lying about the pain youâd feel and your entire body tensed up at the sudden intrusion you felt, no prep or warning given as he relied solely on how wet and willing you were for him. Your mouth dropped open again but this time from the sharp ache only the tip of him caused, thankful that it hurt so much you couldnât actually let out a noise.
âFuck.â You couldnât think of anything else to say but that seemed to do the trick in getting his attention back on you and not how tightly you were squeezing him, bringing his lips back down to meet yours and offer some distraction.
âGod youâre so tight.â He sounded almost equally as wounded although you knew it was for much different reasons, fighting within himself to not just start fucking you right away.
The urge to please him and not make him wait was slowly creeping up again the longer he stayed still inside you and you felt your hips shifting before you even decided you were ready for more, rolling up slowly and urging him to fill you up and let himself feel you.
There was no hesitance on his part but he still went as slow as he possibly could, swallowing your whines and cries of pain with his tongue in your mouth and a soothing hand rubbing alongside your stomach like he was physically guiding himself inside.
âCmon princess.â His low voice made you snap your eyes back open, not even realizing you had closed them, watching him and his expressions that were a lot more fond and affectionate than you thought theyâd be right now. âGotta relax for me.â
You wondered for just a second if he was fully inside you or if there was somehow more to push in, too nervous to look down and confirm it might be the latter. You let yourself take a few deep breaths as you stared at him and it was easier to feel the pleasure in your core when you could actually see his handsome face above yours.
âFuck me.â Youâd meant to sound alot sexier than you had but the sweet and begging tone was clearly enough for him because he did exactly that.
You couldâve swore your entire world shattered at the feeling of Jay actually fucking himself into you and claiming you in a way that nobody else had yet, pained whimpers quickly replaced with desperate whines that got covered by his hand on your mouth when you started to get too loud.
His other hand was moving anywhere it could to feel you and you found yourself cursing the fact he was still clothed, wanting to touch his skin and see the shift in his muscles as he fucked you open.
âThatâs right baby just like that, let daddy take you.â He was talking again and that alone was nearly enough to push you over the edge, eyes watering at the satisfaction in his words. âSuch a good girl for me just like I knew youâd be.â
Your legs spread wider instinctively and you felt him deeper and deeper with every thrust, whining so loud you were almost positive anybody else in the house was going to hear you.
The idea of that or more specifically of his wife hearing how good her husband was fucking you in her bed was driving you to near insanity and you were grateful his hand was firmly over your mouth to stop you from saying things you might regret outside of the heat of the moment.
Jay either didnât notice or didnât care but he wasnât stopping his pace or filthy words that only encourage your noises even when your stomach was clenching up with release and you were mindlessly rolling your hips to try to feel more of him.
He fucked you through it and you almost thought he wouldnât stop even after you came so hard you felt exhaustion ripping through you but he was pulling out and finishing on your bare stomach only a few seconds after that, no doubt driven to his own release by how much tighter youâd squeezed him.
Your mouth was back on his before youâd even processed what youâd done, what finally line youâd crossed, and he was eagerly accepting it. He rolled the two of you around easily so you were the one laying on top of him and you appreciated the small amount of control offered, giving you the ability to stop and go to clean up whenever you needed.
For now you just wanted to be close to him and you didnât feel the sense that want would fade anytime soon.
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đđđđđđđđ, đđđđđ, đđđđ | BFD!Joel x Fem!Reader
summary | the rich father of your bestfriend, sarah â joel miller, was a mystery to you until one day he isn't and you quickly find that your interest in him isn't one-sided. [12k]
pairing | joel miller x fem!reader
content warning | 18+ content, as always: no use of y/n, au/no outbreak, bfd!joel, ceo!joel, mentions of reader growing up poor/absent parents (joel is ridiculously loaded, it's fic y'all let me live lol), sneaking around, age gap (not explicitly specified, but reader is in final year of college and joel is probs late 40s/50s), vacations, gift-giving, unprotected piv, come swallowing, daddy issues if you squint, one (1) pussy slap, oral (f receiving), semi-public fucking
authorâs note | anyways, hereâs this. big age gap, some power dynamic stuff but not really. if you donât like, donât read & all that jazz. love you babies. xo.
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There was no hiding who Joel Miller was to the town of Austinâa pioneer in the community for rebuilding and building upon the surrounding shopping areas and neighborhoods to save the town from complete gentrification. He owned three companies at this pointâone manned by his brother Tommy who dealt with larger businesses, handled the biggest amount of workload when it came to dealing with customers. The other was handled by his wife Maria, more often communicating with smaller businesses in the area. Mom and Pop shops, family owned and locally sourced shops. And Joel dealt with the community directly, building houses at an affordable rate that kept his business booming and well above the surrounding competition.
He was so sought after that the idea of him felt like an enigma.
But, to youâhe was just Sarahâs dad. For years you never had the pleasure of meeting him, with his constantly busy schedule he was often away when you came to visit Sarah on their massiveâalmost too comically large piece of land on the outskirts of Austin, Texas.Â
A large two-story farmhouse that seemed like something right out of a storybookâpristine and in perfect condition, surrounded by what felt like miles of grassy land and fencing. Horses, chickens, goats, growing piglets that were taken care of by Sarah and Joel themselves.
Youâve known Sarah since you were fourteen, aware of her upbringing and the type of family she came from, but it never deterred her from being the kindest friend youâve had. And your shared, similar interest led to an easy friendship that lasted well into college. Sarah was also aware of yourâŚless than ideal family situation, living under the roof of a single parent household, given you were an only child it wasnât horribleâbut your father was a drunk and didnât manage his money well and that often meant going without. It didnât matter what, but there was always something lacking that you wish you didnât have to make up for with your already overwhelming amount of college work and lingering debt.
You didnât have anywhere to go, unfortunately.Â
But, Sarah was always there.
And it isnât until your final year of college that you find yourself finally meeting the once mysterious Joel Miller, remembering that Sarah told you something about how he was trying to take a step back, allowing more responsibility on his trusting employees to head the company while he took a step back and managed everything as a whole from a distanceâless involved, more time at home around Sarah, it was a win win situation.
With both of you working toward similar degrees, it was helpful and convenient to share notes and study as often as you could, especially as your final term papers were nearing and looming like a dark cloud.
Itâs an unsuspecting Thursday night when you and Sarah are pausing the heavy studying to cook a quick dinner when Joel walks into the kitchen, approaching the island and nearly tilting your entire existence on this earth on an axis. Your breath catches briefly, eyes dragging over his figure. Youâve seen picturesâfamily vacations that Sarah has shown you when they were flying across the country over summer breaks and you were stuck at home.Â
But, nothing compared to the real thing.
His hair is grown out, curling around his ears. A warm, soft brown that is styled and shaped so perfectly it seems unrealâbut the loose curl that falls over his forehead gives it away. Thereâs a deep cut in his silk-pressed shirt that hangs loosely on his frame, some abstract pattern that shouldnât work as well as it does on him, but his tan skin compliments the deep tones and varying designs. The faint dusting of chest hair is obscured by the chains that hang in the space the silk-button up creates where he lacks the ability to fasten them, or rather chooses not to.
And you try not to let your gaze linger on the cut of his jeans as they cling snug to his legs, cuffed at the ankles and showcasing a pair ofâwhat you can only suspect are new loafers. A dark chocolate brown accented with a gold metal piece along the center to complement his jewelry around his neck and the few rings placed meticulously on his fingers.
Itâs no secret his ring finger sits untouched, lacking the heavy weight of a significant other's mark. Sarah mentioned her mom dying young, much like your ownâmaybe thatâs why you two bonded so easily.Â
âGot enough for your old man?â Joel questions curiously, tapping away at his phone meticulously before pocketing it, eyebrows raised in question.
âYou hate boxed mac and cheese,â Sarah argues flippantly, flicking the empty box at her father across the counter, âso no, I donât.â
âNo, babygirlâI just hate the powder kind.â He flicks it back just as easily and you note how easy their relationship feels, like this is how things should be.Â
Sarah laughs, scrunching her nose up in amusement. âCharming, isnât he?â
Ohâsheâs talking to you? You look at her for half a second, confused, before youâre quickly nodding in agreement without fully listening to what she had asked.
âItâs alright, you donât have to lie.â She assures, stirring the noodles in the pot over the stove.
Your gaze lingers selfishly, catching the faint twitch of a smile on Joelâs face as he catches you looking. Itâs nothing more than a friendly smile, comforting rather than disarming.Â
âYou knowâSarah never brings her friends around.â Joel starts begrudgingly, eyeing Sarah down before switching to you, âSeeinâ as Iâve been hearing all about you for years now and Iâm just now meetinâ you in the flesh.â
âDad, stop scaring her.â Sarah gripes, searching around haphazardly for a couple of bowls, âseriouslyâjust ignore him. He doesnât know how to act now that heâs home more.â
Joel rolls his eyes dismissively, extending his hand in a kind gesture. You grab it hesitantly and he senses it, pointer finger dragging along the underside of your palm as he holds it delicately and bows his head.
âSheâs just mad she canât get rid of me now,â Joel tells you softly, nodding toward Sarah over your shoulder, âhowâs the studying goinâ?â
He doesnât let go of your hand immediately and you donât try to escape either, allowing the brief moment of lingering contact before you slip it away, shoving your hands into your back pockets.
âFine.â Sarahâs response is clipped.
Itâs stressful, if youâre being honest. But, you could see that Sarah didnât want to relay that to her father, side-eyeing you wearily.Â
Itâs the first of many interactions that led to the tiny crush you began to have for Joel Miller. Your once a week studies eventually turn into two or three times a week, desperate to spend as much time away from your own home situation as possible.
Eventually, itâs nearly an everyday thing. You and Sarah would finish your day of classes and drive the short distance to her house and spend most of the night studying. Gradually, you were introduced into their own routine. At first, Joel would offer to buy dinner and leave things be, allowing you the space you needed. But, it eventually delves into weekly dinners and sitting down as if you were a part of this pseudo-family situation youâve interjected yourself into.
Sarah knew you didnât like it at home, so it was never a problem. Joel caught on after a few weeksânoticing how you avoided any questions about yourself, your family, anything that would allow him any glimpse into who you were outside what Sarah had told him, which wasnât much at all. Heâs trying to make you feel welcomed and you can appreciate that.
Youâve offered to help pay for meals on multiple occasions, but it never works. Quickly thwarted off by Joelâs extended hand as he shoves your cash away, assuring you that it wasnât your responsibility. This was his house, his gesture, and he didnât want you to think you owed him anything.
Yet, something in you yearned to do so.Â
You wanted him to know just how grateful you were.
-
His curiosity about you comes to a head on a night after a few beers with friends, poker table trashed and the kitchen a mess. You were bringing down the trash from Sarahâs room, the shared dinner you two had had as a treat for your first day without studyingâit was relaxing, mostly because your day had been spent here rather than home.
Joel gathers a few bottles in his large palm, slipping the lips of the bottle through spread fingers. âYou two enjoyinâ yourselves?â He asks, looking at you casually. It was a question youâve heard often, a simple conversation starter. And talking to Joel was much easier now.
You nod, lips pulled into a tight smile. âYes, Mr. Miller.â
âCâmon now,â Joel jests, dropping the bottles into the trash, ânone of thatâitâs Joel. Shit makes me feel old, darlinâ.â
The nickname wasnât new either. He often called Sarah by her name or babygirl.Â
Darlinâ though, it was all you.
He takes the dirty plates from your hands and places them in the sink, palm extended against the ledge of the counter while he rests his other hand against his hip.
âHow are you doinâ?â He asks, voice softer but still gruff. âNot that you have to tell me, I just want to make sure youâre feelinâ comfortable here.â
âIâm okay,â You say through an unsure smile that Joel notes but doesnât press on, âitâs just easier to study hereâIâm sorry if I spend too much time around here. Feels like you should be charging me rent by now.â
âNot a chance in hell, darlinâ.â Joel grins, shiny white teeth showing behind his smile. The small bit of his shirt that was tucked in came loose by the rub of his fingers at his hip and drawing your eyes to the skin briefly, âyouâre always welcome here.â
And you hate the way you crave even an inkling of physical contact from him. A pat on the shoulder, a hug, a fucking kiss on the forehead. You werenât his daughter, you didnât want to be. But, there was something about Joel that you couldnât pull away from, trying your best to keep it at bay.
âYou know what,â Joel says suddenly, pulling your lingering gaze back on his face, feeling guilty as you chewed on your bottom lip, âwhy donât you come on vacation with Sarah and I next month?â
âMrâJoel, thatâsââ Youâre quickly silenced by his hand actually pressing against your shoulder nowâand fuck, when had he gotten so close?
âSarah was thinkinâ about asking you anyways. Weâre gonna take a trip to the Keys,â He rubs gently at the junction in your shoulder, the thick expanse of his thumb pressed against bare skin, ââjust consider it, alright? Lord knows you both need a break as much as I do.â
The thing about Joel is that he was such a good father, something you havenât been privy to in the couple decades and some few years youâve been alive. You want to feel jealous and angry, spiteful that this was something you couldnât have naturally. But, it feels nothing like that.
The crush you had on Joel was dangerous. But, that was all it was. A craving to be around Joel, to seek his approval and gain his trust. And bask in the care he provides. A simple case of daddy issues that you couldnât admit to yourself was actually happening.
You shouldnât entertain the idea.
 You shouldnât even consider it.Â
âOhâokay. Yeah, as long as Sarah is alright with that.â You nod, a genuine, soft smile stretching across your face. Joel squeezes your shoulder tighter and you swear you feel it moving in closer, like he wants to hold you closer, cradle you in his hands. But, then the touch is gone and his fingers are running through his hair, curls separating through his fingertips.
âAlright then.â Joel says triumphantly, âYou gonna be okay gettinâ home tonight?â
Sarah was driving you home soon, like usual. You nod.
âGood,â Joel nods, âGoodnight, darlinâ.â
âGoodnight, Joel.â You say sweetly, patting your hand against the countertop softly, unable to spare a look his way as you walk in the opposite direction.
But, he canât help his own fleeting and inappropriate thoughts, eyes dragging along your figure as you walk away, hands gripping the countertop like a vice, internally kicking himself how indecent he was allowing himself to think about you. Still, it didnât stop the thoughts from flooding in and if he found himself spread out on his sheets that night, cock held tight in his hands as he fucked himself into his fistâwell, he could repent for it some other time.
-
You touch down in the early morning on a Sunday, still riddled with anxiety from the plane ride. Joel had tried his best to accommodate, even buying first class tickets despite his usual tendency to go business. He didnât care much for amenities but he wanted to treat Sarah and you, making you feel guilty with how quickly your face lit up at the sight. Spacious seats stocked with gifts and snacks, a tiny television molded into the area, it felt like too much.Â
It was. But, Joel assured you it wasnât.
There was little planned for the week you had to spend there and you had tried to scrounge up a little cash within the month you had to save, picking up a few extra shifts at your job and stowing it away for thisâhoping you could treat yourself to something, anything. Even if it was just a stupid tourist shirt that cost an egregious amount of money.
Joel quickly snuffs out that idea, putting his foot down as he assured you that this trip was a treat. Not just for himself, but for all of you. You never asked how much money the Millerâs had, but it was clearly more than you could ever fathom to be imaginable. He yanks the black Amex from his wallet and hands it off to every waiting server and store owner you three come across.
Itâs abundantly clear that they donât worry about money in the sense that you doâit wasnât unwelcomed, but it was an adjustment that took a couple days to get over, feeling shame for enjoying it. Heâd paid for the plane fare, booked the hotels and the activities you had planned, made sure meals were paid for and then some, even allowing you and Sarah some spending money to go shopping for clothes or whatever you needed.Â
He didnât ask, it didnât matter. He just wanted you to feel welcomed. Like familyâŚor something.
The trip is fairly harmless fun, a few swimming activities that tire you all out and lend to an early turn in on a couple nights, dinners that lended you to learn a lot more about Joel. Still, as much as Joel tried, you werenât as open. Vague answers, sidewaying the conversation. He didnât try to pry, though. And you were thankful for that.
But, with fairly harmless came a few instances that didnât feel so.
The first comes in the deep end of the ocean, floating on a shared longboard in the midst of the calm waves, humid heat sticking to your skin. Fingers fiddling with the loosening tie around the back of your neck as Sarah wades off to the shore for a brief minute to reapply sunscreen. And maybe you shouldnât have asked, but you see the lingering look Joel gives you, fingers curling subtly against the edge of the board.
âCan you help me?â You ask, slowly edging around the board until youâre beside him, turning before he has the opportunity to answer. âItâs hard to get it tight on my own.â
Joel clears his throat and offers a smile, ââCourse, chin down for me?â And you follow his lead, feeling his fingers brush against your neck and guide your head down, untying the loose not completely and feeling your swim top go slack, covered by the safety of the water and your back turned to him, but it doesnât stop the touch of his fingertips against your skin as he ties the knot and tugs slightly, assuring that it was secure to his liking. You lift your head slowly when you feel his palm press flat against your back, fingers curling around the point where your shoulder meets your neck.
âThanks, Joel.â You turn your head over your shoulder to look back at him, earning a small nod as his touch lingers, only loosening when you rescue your grip on the longboard in front of you.
âEnjoyinâ yourself so far?â He asks, always able to ease into steady conversation without missing a beat. âAny complaints?â
âDefinitely,â You smile wide, huffing soft laugh through your nose as you shake your head, âI guess I do have one complaint, actually.â You tell him honestly, a subtle nervousness to your voice.Â
âWell, Iâm all ears, darlinâ.â He responds, leaning his elbow onto the board as it bobbed slightly.
âI justâŚyou donât have to pay for everything, Joel.â You find yourself rushing out the words, hoping that it wouldnât cause an adverse reaction, but instead, Joel smiles wider.
âLook, I invited you on this trip,â Joel explains, âand that means you arenât paying for a damn thing. Alright?â
You nod meekly, quieting down as Sarah waded back into the ocean toward you both.
With Joel, it was something you would have to learn to accept.
You try to ignore the lingering touch of his fingertips on your neck, but now it feels like a burn in your skin that would only get worse as time went on.
The second instance isnât as much of a thing, rather than a moment.
Eyeing a sundress that resembled some of the similar outrageous patterning that Joel wore, shapes and blobs morphed around the material yet somehow managing to look chicer than anything youâve ever come across, strappy and long and deep cut down the center. It wasnât for modesty, you could assume that much. You run your fingers along the creases and stitching in the fabric, admiring it as you flipped the tag in your hand, immediately gawking at the price.
Joel had been lingering by, browsing the various knick knacks and souvenirs lining the shelves off the small storeâall hand-made pieces that he could appreciate, but didnât find any use for himself. And heâs watching you, has been for a while, noticing the way your eyes kept flicking back toward the dress despite your path around the store.
Joel casually follows the same path, taking a subtle peek at the tag. It was a few hundred dollars, but given the silkiness of the material and him being very familiar with the tone of pricing around the area, it wasnât an outrageous ask. He slips the dress off the rack, careful as he removes it off the hanger and finds you separated from Sarah as you peruse down a wall of jewelryâsome cheap and some not, looking around with no real want, just admiring.
He slips the dress into your hands, rough, overworked palms cupping your own as he makes you physically wrap your fingers around and claim the garment, chest to your back as he speaks, lips a hair's breadth away from your ear.
âItâs a pretty dress,â Joel says calmly, much calmer than your rapidly beating heart and the sudden uptick in your breathing, silk material spread out over your fingertips, âshame for it to go to waste, darlinâ.â
âItâs expensive.â You argue, voice soft as he locks eyes with you in the mirror nestled in the nearest corner, âItâs nice to want things Joel, but I donât need it.â
âI dunno,â He responds, unconvinced, âandâmaybe Iâm speaking out of turn but I think itâd look great on you.â
And youâve never been more thankful of Sarahâs obliviousness to certain things, so wrapped up in her own shopping across the store that you two remained unsuspecting, eyes still locked on one another through the shared mirror.
He can see the way your body twitches at the comment, responds, but what he doesnât understand is how it makes your cunt throb, solid body pressed against your back as he squeezes the backside of your hands with his palm. The willingness of contact was still fresh and new but it never made you feel unsafeâin fact, it had the opposite effect entirely.
Joel speaks again, directly to you in the mirror.
âI might just have to buy it for you, darlinâ.â He says quietly, âYou alright with that?â
You hesitate for a moment, but nod shakily. âThank you, Joel.â
âDonât need to keep thankinâ me.â Joel assures, âI know itâs implied.â
But, the instance that had you reeling for days after, still replaying it vividly in your mind, was a night near the end of your trip. Sarah had long gone to bed and you, riddled by insomnia, find yourself at the hallway vending machine, looking for a snack to cure your growing hunger.
Though, it seemed that Joel had the same ideaâfork halfway into his mouth as he turned the corner, a sizable piece of chocolate cake inside of a small to-go tray, looking even guiltier as he caught sight of you, feeling like he really didnât want to get caught like this. It makes you laugh into the palm of your hand. Joel is acting like the kid that got sneaking cookies in the middle of the night, still not hesitating to lick the fork clean as he tucked it away in the styrofoam box.
âDonât tell Sarah,â He swears you to secrecy, âsheâs already on my ass enough about my sugar intake.â
âYouâve got a sweet tooth,â You shrug, ânothing wrong with that.â
âWhat about you, huh?â Joelâs eyebrows raise in question, watching as you peruse the various snacks but not finding anything particularly appetizing. âLate night snack?âÂ
âSomethinâ like that.â You chew at your bottom lip, feeling that this was useless.
âWanna share it?â Joel asks suddenly, pulling your attention to him immediately. âThat way I feel a little less guilty about it.â
âOhâand then bring me down with you?â You tease lightly, âOf course.â
Itâs how you end up in Joelâs room that night, no other intentions than to share that stupid piece of cake, lacking a fork so you trade off for a few bites until it slowly delves into you both feeding each other as you talk, one of you hogging the fork more than the other. You curled up in one chair and Joel relaxed out in the other, styrofoam box held to his chest and forcing you to lean closer to assure you didnât drop crumbs everywhere.
Maybe it should feel weird, but it doesnât.Â
âYou knowâif thereâs anything you do needââ Joel begins after a while, meaningless conversation having died out.
âI knowâSarah tells me all the time. I just have to ask.â It feels pointless, rehashing things again. But, Joel feels the need to reassure and comfort. It didnât help that he was finding himself, at his age, attracted to you in such a depraved way. âI willâif I do, I mean.â
Itâs forbidden territory he couldnât cross. But realistically, that only made him want you more.Â
Joel feeds you a slow bite, lips catching over the fork but smearing a copious amount of chocolate frosting on your chin. Before you have the thought process to wipe it away Joel is already there, leaning forward in his chair as he uses his pointer finger to clean you up, eyes following his movements carefully after the first initiation of touch.Â
Your breath catches in your throat, expecting him to use his own mouth to disallow wasting the frosting, but instead he raises it to your mouth in a split decision, his eyes dilating slightly under your shy gaze. Your lips press against the side of his finger in a gentle kiss that quickly spreads, taking the full length of his finger into your mouth as you lick away the excess frosting, feeling the pulse of desire in your belly as it grew, knowing that if Joel wanted to keep you there he could, locked under his gaze with his fingers stuffed into your mouth and youâd let him.
It was despicable. Inappropriate and wrong. But, you couldnât help how badly your body wanted him, despite your brain telling all of this was a horrible decision.
You pull your mouth away with a soft pop, watching as Joel curlâs his hands into tight fists as he pulls them back to his side lazily, seeming more tense now.
âI should go.â You say softly, terrified to disturb this moment and the tension that blanketed it.
âYeah, I think thatâs a good idea, darlinâ.â Joel says reluctantly.
Things only get worse from then onâand maybe worse is a strong word. But, it soon turns into a game that neither of you can stop, waiting until one of you finally makes the wrong move.
-
A few weeks later and your laptop takes the shit on a random Tuesday, head buried in your hands as Sarah tries to console you, but it isnât much use. You knew it was a stretch to think the laptop could last you through the entire semester, and with just a few short months left, it couldnât be worse timing.Â
Joel walks in at your inconvenience, keys jingling in his hands as he slips off his leather peacoat, glancing at Sarah who didnât give him much to go off of. He folds the jacket over the back of an empty dining chair and rests his hands against the top of it, eyes scanning over the both of you at the table, one looking a little more distraught than the other.
âEverything alright?â He asks curiously, earning a subtle head shake from Sarah. He clears his throat, âOrâuh, well, how is the studying going? Feel like thatâs all you two do.â
You rub a frustrated hand over your face and sigh, âIâm gonna see if I can get a ride home or something,â You tell Sarah, sliding your phone off of the table, âIâll deal with this later.â
Joel and Sarah share a quick look of communication, her hand waving toward you sharply, forcing Joel to speak up before you make another rash decision and spend money on a long ride home when had the perfect opportunity standing right in front of you.Â
âI can give you a ride home.â Joel offers, much to your surprise.Â
Youâve been alone with Joel a lot now, though inadvertently.
Sarah would sneak away in her room for longer stretches of time just to call her boyfriendâwhich wasnât a bad thing, but it felt odd when Joel would come home and there was no one to greet him but you. Still, you stretched your lips into a smile and welcomed him sweetly.Â
Even if this was his home.
Or times when you just happened to cross each other's path, even in such a large space. Sometimes the front porch when you were taking a break to stretch your legs, his watchful gaze dragging along your figure as he sipped on a hot cup of coffee in the evening, foot stabilized on the deck as he rocked in the wooden swing he sat on, crickets chirping loudly as the sun set.
Or just a simple trip to the bathroom, his bedroom across the hall and a couple doors down, often shut, but there were moments when you opened the doors, nearly face to face, and neither of you could look away. Joel would clear his throat, excuse himself, and kindly gesture for you to walk first. It happened often, too oftenâbut neither of you addressed it. Instead, the tension grew. And grew. Until it felt like poking a sleeping bear. So it hibernated in both of you quietly.
Part of you expected things to change, that the small moment shared in his hotel room would make things hard to navigate, but if anythingâitâs easier.
âOkay.â You agree easily, not having the proper energy to fight him over it.
The ride is quiet for the most part and Joel doesnât need the step by step directions as he knows this town like the back of his hand, but he makes a wrong turn somewhere between his house and yours and you donât feel like something is wrong, but it definitely feels off.
âJoel, you missed the last left.â You speak up as he continues down the road, glancing around leisurely as you soon delve onto a main street, lined with several shops. âJoelââ
âIâm gonna make a quick stop,â Joel attempts to ease your worries, fingers tapping against the gear shift positioned in the center console, âif you donât mind.â
The moment he pulls into the parking lot of the electronic store, you know. You can see it in his eyes as he squints, checking that the store is still open and pulls into a parking spot near the front of the store.
âJoel, noââ You grab his wrist suddenly, his free hand reaching for the door handle and he looks down, eyes connecting where your skin touched before slowly flicking up to you, âlookâjust, I donât need you to buy me a new fuckinâ laptop. I can handle it.â
Joelâs shoulders shrug in his obnoxiously patterned shirt, like heâs working out a kink in his neck as he repositions himself in the seat but doesnât pull away from you. In fact, his hand gradually pulls toward your knee, fingers squeezing around your kneecap comfortingly.
âConsidering it a loan then?â Joel tries to bargain, âLet me help you out now so you wonât have to worry about it and you can pay me back as you get the money? I see how often Sarah uses her laptop, it doesn't make sense for you to go without when I can help.â
You chew on your bottom lip thoughtfully, staring intensely back at him. You could put your foot down and deny his offer, but the idea of suffering through the rest of the semster without your sole life line to surviving through collegeâwell, that was actually torture.
âIâm paying back every single penny.â You tell him forthright, waiting until he nods in agreement.
âSounds like a deal to me.â Joel responds.
Joel spares no expense, which doesnât come as a surprise. He buys you the highest, top notch laptop they have to offerâand even as you stare daggers into the side of his face, thereâs an inkling in your mind that tells you he isnât going to allow you to hold up your end of the deal.
-
Joel liked to party tooânot giant parties that felt overwhelming and unwelcoming. But, he did have a close group of older male friends that he liked to play poker with on the back deck of the Miller household.
Sarah learned to block it out early on, knowing that at some point things would get just a little too loud and not as easy to ignore. But, Joel never made you feel out of place within any of these instances. You were welcome here all the time and Joel was clear about that.
Heâs showered you with gifts and accommodation and you hate the way it makes you feel special, wantedâbeyond the night in his hotel room it was only innocent glances. It felt like you were misreading things, making something out of nothing.
Things arenât great at home and you like it hereâlove it, even. And you feel your mind nagging away to make a stupid, spur of the moment decision. You could ignore it, but then your eyes catch Joelâs through the slight crack in the door, trapping you in his gaze like youâve been caught doing something wrong.
He squints slightly, lips curling around his beet bottle as he takes a long swig, fist uncurling against his jeans as he rubs out his palm and smilesâhe has you hooked in so fucking easy it feels pathetic.
This is wrong. You inhale a shaky breath and turn away, busying yourself with literally anything elseâa scuff on the table, the chipped nail polish on your fingernails, something.
Eventually his friends filter outâand Sarah had invited you to stay over the night barring that it was the weekend and she enjoyed your presence just as much as you did hersâif only she could understand the now huge, harboring crush you had on her father. It was harmless, but it felt like a betrayal.Â
And the feeling only increased as the night creeped along, your burdening insomnia keeping you awake, shifting and turning in the sheets beside her as you tried and failed miserably to fall asleep.
It was quiet out here, less commotion from the city. It was eerie, in a way.Â
You slip out of the bed quietly, walking barefoot on the hardwood as you tiptoed until you were outside of her room, closing the door behind you. You werenât hungry, so you didnât bother with the kitchen, rather heading toward the front door that was already halfway open.
Part of you expected Joel to be sitting on the porch, no real rhyme or reason. But, even he is out of sight. The soft, well-kept grass welcomes the press of your feet as you wander outside slowly, the hug of the warm spring air on your skin even this late at night. You catch one of the Millerâs horses hanging out around the edge of their enclosure, wondering if they managed to nudge their way out of their stable. You approach slowly, still not as accustomed to them as youâd like to be.Â
But, they were friendly. So, you raised a careful hand and rubbed gently at the horseâs mane, smiling at the soft huff it offered in return, leaning its snout over the fence more.
âSunshine is always friendly,â Joel says from somewhere you donât see, startling you out of your body as you jump, whipping your head around to look for him, eventually landing on his approaching form as he left the barn that held the stables, ââsneaky little gal, though.â
You laugh softly, finding it hard to believe that such a sweet horse was capable of escaping.
Joel whistles softly, beckoning her toward him. âCome on.â He nods, silently asking you to join him. You follow eagerly, watching as he unlocks the entrance to the fence for you to slip through, locking it behind you as you pass the threshold, catching up with Joel in a few steps.
âDonât sleep well, do you?â He asks, heading turned over his shoulder briefly to look at you. You nod quietly, leisurely approaching Sunshineâs stable and watching as Joel locks her back up, rattling the gate for safety this time, ensuring it was secure. âSeems we have a few things in common.â
Joel stays quiet for a momentâin his own head, a deep moment of contemplation, carrying and safeguarding these thoughts he knows he shouldnât have, wondering how your skin would feel against his palm, how the pulse of your heart would feel as he pressed his hand to the center of your chest and kissed you, full tongue and consumed your essence, this unignorable aura you had around you.
He feels sick, distraught. But, he canât force himself to avoid you either.
âThereâs somethinâ that usually helps me,â Joel tells you, hand pressed wordlessly against the center of your back as he guides you out of the barn and locks it up as well, âjust goinâ somewhere quietâlot of the time itâs just my thoughts keepinâ me awake.â
God, if only he knew.
He did, but that wasnât the point.
Joel quiets for a moment, stuffing the ring of keys into his pocket as he glances over at the house briefly.
âYou wanna go for a quick drive?â Joel asks suddenly, forcing it out before he can find a reason to stop himself.
âAs long as it doesnât end with you buying me another laptop, sure.â You chide deviously, watching the smirk grown on Joelâs face, knowing he still hasnât taken a dollar from you.
And vehemently refuses every time you offer.
Joel drives you the path further into the land of property he owns, most of it still unexplored by you, eventually finding a clearing near the east edge, right on the edge of a body of water and a dock nestled near the shore. Thereâs a small boat tied to a post, big enough for a few people.
Under this light, as you exit the truck, Joel looks different.
Heâs free of the weight of jewelry he wore, comfortable in his worn shirt and soft cotton shorts. For a while, Joel had been such an enigma that you werenât sure what to make of him. Sure, he was just Sarahâs dadâbut he was also Joel Miller, backbone of the town. His face was plastered everywhere. There wasnât a single street you could traverse down that didnât have him nestled away somewhere.
He spots a small mud puddle under your feet as he rounds the truck and quickly catches you before your feet get stuck, hands locked in yours as you jump over the small patch of wet dirt.
You let out an exasperated sigh as you look up at him, silently thanking him with your eyes.
âCan you swim?â He asks casually.
âYeahâŚâ You respond hesitantly, eyes locked onto the boat several feet away.
Joel releases your hands, but it doesn't matter. His touch still lingered painfully and you want nothing more than to pull him back in. But, now Joel is asking to go on a midnight boat ride with you andâreally, how could you turn that down?
-
Joel rows you toward the center of the lake, your eyes locked onto the mesmerizing sight of the stars in the sky, so much clearer out here and away from the city.
âPretty, ainât it?â Joel asks, not bothering to look his way.
You smile slightly, leaning back onto the palms of your hands.
âYeah, it really is.â You miss the way Joelâs gaze lingers, admiring you.
âNowâsometimes I just come out here and talk to nothinâ,â Joel explains when the boat comes to a full stop and he rests the oars inside the boat, knees spread as he resting his elbows on them, âthen other times I just sit and enjoy the quiet.â
Your choiceâthatâs what heâs implying.Â
You clear your throat softly, finally changing a glance his way.
âI justâI donât wanna say Iâm jealous of what you have here,â You say quietly, âbut, it really is a bitter reminder of without Sarah or you, Iâd have next to nothing.â
Joel stays quiet, allowing you to marinate in thought and figure out how to convey how you were feeling.
âAndâI donât know. Selfishly, I like it.â Liked him. âBut, I donât want to rely on it and you make that a little impossible. I do have money, Joel. I can pay for things. I just donât want you feeling like you have to do any of this out of necessity.â
âIâm not,â Joel admits, âNowâwhat makes you think that, darlinâ?â
âI justâI donât want anyone thinking I need to be fixed, I donât.â You tell him, âI donât need charity, either.â
Joel waves his fingers in a come closer motion, taking your slowly extending hands in his own, thumbs rubbing over soft skin tenderly, boring his eyes into your own.
âIâm gonna tell you this once and I need you to listen,â Joel says softly, but his voice feels so loud in the silence of the night, breeze hitting your skin and sending a sharp chill up your spineâbut, youâre not how much of mother nature is responsible for that, âreally listen, alright?â
You nod slowly, blinking a few times as you feel yourself shrink under his gaze.
âWhat I give you isnât charity,â Joel tells you seriously, âandâmaybe this is crossing a boundary I shouldnât but, youâre somethinâ close to family. I take care of people I care about.â
Not familyâhe couldnât conitate that with the feelings and thoughts he was having toward you.
âClose to family?â He was praying you wouldnât harp on it, but you needed to confirm the underlying layer of tension that lingered between you two all the time. It was driving you insane, keeping you late into the nightâhe was the reason for your insomnia.
Joel smirks slightly, covering it with a quiet chuckle. His hand gradually cradles your face, rubbing along your cheek with a delicate touch, âI think you know, darlinâ.â
God, he hoped you did. His thumb dragging along your plush bottom lip, eyes lingering for a brief moment before he pulls away, immediately missing his touch as he reigns himself to the idea that he may have crossed a line, quietly rowing the way back toward the dock.
Neither of you get much sleep that night anyways.
-
More time passes, lingering touches grow, and Joel is terrible at hiding his affinity for you now. Finding that those few words burned all regards he had toward keeping himself restrained around you. He had enough of a mind to keep it privateâbut there were comments, sweet little words that heâd whisper as you walked by or he caught you alone.
Nothing scandalizing, but just enough that it had your heart fluttering in your chest.
 Until there is a small slip up, helping the Millerâs with dinner one night as Sarah escapes to the bathroom for a brief moment, your arms outstretched into the cabinet to grab for something just out of reach.
âUse the stool, darlinâ,â Joel sees your struggle, âsafer that way.â
You look around observantly before you find a folded up stool tucked into the only open corner in the kitchen, taking it back to your spot and unfolding it.
âGood girl.â Joel comments quietly, catching the startled look on your face as your head snaps back toward him. And he has the nerve to smile, noticing the hitch in your breath.
And it only grows in intensity until you canât stand it anymore, cornering him in the kitchen on a night where Sarah is already upstairs gathering herself for bed, thinking you had come down for a couple bottles of water.
Joel is nursing a small glass of whiskey and heâs silent, but his gaze tracks your movement. You move toward him.
There is a belief in you, fully realized, that something is up here.
"Joel," You lick your lips hesitantly, squaring yourself up against the counter, standing straight, trying not to seem like you were teetering near a dangerous edge of delirium, wondering if you were imagining all of this, "can I ask you something?"
There's a severe lack of distance between you two, knees knocking against each other gently from where you both stand, eyes searching out cautiously even though you know there's nothing to worry about. You were alone, something that has happened far too many times over the past few months. Lingering moments of wandering gazes, eyes connecting from across the room even if Joel was surrounded by people, partying with friends while you're tucked away in the corner while Sarah talks to you about the boys at school that you can't be bothered to give the time of day.
Because of Joel. Because your mind is so tainted by the idea of him.
His palm is flattened out against the counter, adorned with a couple golden rings that clack against the marble, gold chains to match that sat perfectly against his chest, framing the small patch of hair that peeked out over his unbuttoned shirt, silk-pressed and adorned in a silly design that somehow always managed to work perfectly with whatever Joel paired it with.
"Course," He assures you, "You need somethin'? 'Cause you know if things aren't alright at home you're welcome to stay with us."
Heâs not amiss to notice just how much time you spend here and no one bothers to come around and check on you. Given you were an adult, it was still glaringly obvious you escaped here for a reason.
Joel reaches out to touch your cheek, the warmth of his skin melding with your own as your breath catches in your throat.
Touch wasn't new, but it never got old. Like a brand against your skin that screamed out for more. You look down briefly, mouth opening slightly to say something, but quickly resigns back to its previous position, lips pursed under a soft scowl.
"I can take care of you," Joel reminds, like you could ever fucking forget it, written all over your features and the outfits you wore now, the dainty gold chain that he'd leant to you as a gift when you pointed out how much you liked itâhe'd bought it for himself but there was no resistance in offering over it over to you, bright smile stretching across your face in the moment that Joel felt a sickening addiction to, "âif that's what you need, sweetheart."
You nod instinctively, though youâre not sure what youâre answering too.
âWeâve got a spare room,â Your bottom lip pulls between your teeth, the huskiness to his voice shouldnât feel intimate speaking such meaningless words, âplenty of room for you, alright?â
âMhm,â You answer weakly, feeling the distance start to close as Joel triesâreally fucking tries to fight it, but he canât help the way his eyes track the way your body responds to his teach, lip trembling when you release it from itâs hold between your teeth, âthank you, Joel.â
âFor?â Your heart is racing, terrified of being caught but also enticed by how openly Joel is admiring you, eyes wide with adoration and curiousness, something undiscovered and new to him.
âTaking care of me.â You echo his words, but youâre both quickly retching away at the sound of a door creaking upstairs, separating in an instant.
This was all you hadâfleeting moments that would never be.
-
The logistics are complicated to figure out at first, but finishing up the last few weeks of schooling away from the stress of being at home and somewhere where you could actually focus outside of school made the most sense. You pack a big enough bag to last you through the month, clothes and personal belongings you care about, and make the small guest room your new home.
At least, as much as you could.
Luckily, your final classes are a breezeâthankful that most of your discipline with studying had paid off, you and Sarah would graduate in another couple weeks and allow yourself a real break over the summer before deciding how you both wanted to continue. More schooling or not, you would handle that laterâfor now, you let your mind rest.
And Sarah, well, she escapes the first chance she getsâthe first official day free of responsibilities sheâs running off for a weekend vacation with her boyfriend, assuring she didnât mind you tagging along if you wanted to come, but you could see it on her faceâshe wanted privacy.
So, you had no problem staying back.
A weekend aloneâwith Joel? Who could barely keep his eyes off of you know that you were around constantly, even in the early mornings when heâd walk through the kitchen shirtless and fumbling with the old coffee pot he refused to get rid of. It was a side to him you hadnât seen much of and it was slowly etching itself into your memory.
Everything implodes the first night that Sarah is gone, unknowingly yet not unwelcome. But, itâs a turning point neither of you can come back from.
Itâs undeniable the amount of boiling sexual tension that has stirred between you both between Joelâs heated gaze and scandalizing comments, stuff that he tries to hold in but fails when he sees how easily of an effect it has on you.
So, as luck would have it, your restless minds meet again.
Joel stops between his open bedroom door and the wall, watching as you approach quietly, smiling kindly as you reach for the door to the guest room, bidding him a soft goodnight.
He could spend his night writhing in bed, hand around his cock as he jerked himself to the thought of you a few feet over, nestled under your sheetsâunbeknownst to him, relieving yourself in a similar way and yearning for the stretch of him rather than your measly fingers. It used to relieve the ache and help you sleep, but now it made things impossibly worse.
His fingers encircle your wrist quick, but carefully, silence your ultimate downfall as you stare over at him curiously, his eyes pleading something so desperate it roots itself into your own mind. Like an invisible string tethered to your bodies, it pulls you both together instinctively.
He doesnât hesitate with touch now, slowly barricading his hands against the side of your neck, gradually working to cradle your head, tipping your head back as he leaned in, not willing himself to cross that line unless you allowed it. He knew the second you stepped over he was done for, similarly, you knew that to be true for yourself.
âTell me to stop,â Joel begs, ââtell me and Iâll give this up.â
You double down, pressing your face against his own, nose pressing against each other, speaking against his lips in a venomous tone that seeps into his bloodstream.
âNo,â You tell him, steadfast and unwavering, âI donât think I will.â
Joel breathes in sharply before his reverence is breaking, pressing you up against the solidness of the guest room door and crashing his lips against your own, his grip bruising as he palms at your thighs, hooking a leg around his hip as he grinds into you, the feeling dulled out by layers of fabric but you can still feel him. Heâs hard and straining against the soft fabric and making no attempt to hide how much you affected him.
âWeâre makinâ a big mistake,â Joel says into your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth to prove his point, pulling a sharp moan from your chest at the slight sting, âyou realize that?â
You find your courage and part from him briefly, open palm rubbing against the line of his cock, slowly trailing up and under his shirt, blunt nails clawing into the stomach, the muscle tensing under your skin, âIâm well awareâare you gonna stand here and have a moral dilemma about it or are you going to fuck me, Mr. Miller?â
It ignites a fury behind his eyes, ravenous and wild. He grips your face tightly, tilting your head up at a slightly uncomfortable angle, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing from the show of dominance, the grin spreading across your face all Joel needed to confirm his suspicions about you.
You enjoyed thisâhim, the little game youâve allowed him to play over the past few weeks. And just as heâd said before, he wanted to take care of youâin as many ways possible.
âSay it again,â He warns, squeezing your cheeks together between his tight grip on your face, ââfuckinâ say it.â
âMr. Miller,â You drone sweetly, best you can through his sturdy grip, ââhm, is that what you want to hear? Is that what gets off at night?â
Joelâs eyes squint slightly, attempting to read your expression. How would you know?
âAlways want me to call you Joel because Mr. Miller is just too much, right?â You tease, âI guess you could lie to me, but the look on your face says otherwise.â
The back of your head drops softly against the door, nowhere to go as Joel has you crowded, hand tight on the doorknob and unmoving. Youâre trapped and you canât be bothered to care.Â
His hand trails to your neck gradually and squeezes, eyes rolling into the back of your head briefly as his jaw clenches, teeth gritting together as he bares them and speaks, âShouldâve guessed youâd like it like this, huh?â
You feign cluelessness, eyes half-lidded and staring back defiantly, swallowing against the solid hand he held against your neck.Â
âTell me you want it,â Joel presses, feeling how mutely you attempt to press against hold and fail, âneed to hear you say it first.â
âWhat? That I want you cock, Joel?â You say vivaciously, grinning at how his mouth twitches at your words, cooing out a soft, âBecause I do.â
And thatâs all the confession Joel needs before heâs breaking the barrier and shoving you inside the guest room, slamming the door closed behind him with a foot as he tracks and approaches you, hauling you from the back of your thighs as your ass hits the bed, scooting back slightly and spreading your legs to allow him to slot perfectly between them.Â
The fabric of your shirt bunches in his hands as pushes it up and away, lips pressing hotly against your stomach, mouthing at the skin greedily, quickly forcing the shirt up your shoulders until you get the idea and rip the shirt over your head, bare breasts bouncing against the jostling of your body. Joel has half the mind to gawk before heâs latching his mouth around your nipple, biting gently at the flesh despite his choice to be more aggressive than you expected. Itâs the right amount of too soft and too much, your fingers curling into his hair at the root and pulling, earning a soft groan in response.
His curls fall freely over his eyes from where heâs looking up at you, lips lingering against your breast tantalizingly, âLet me taste you.â He tells you, his fingers dancing along the hem of your bottoms, his body descending as you find yourself nodding absently, helping him in the impatient push and pull until he has you naked and bare before him, his cock straining prominently against the thin material of his pants, rubbing himself through the fabric as he uses his free hand to spread you wide, marveling at the sight of your slick over the lips of your cunt.
Joel settles against the sheets, broad shoulders supporting your thighs as he adjusts them over him and hovers closely of your cunt, waiting for your eyes to connect in a brief moment of confirmation
You wanted this. And so did he.
He remains wide-eyed as his lips connecting with your cunt, straight for your aching clit as he sucks, flicking his tongue over the sensitive spot with a precision that has you falling slack against the sheets, mouth open in a blissful agony as Joel works away at your pussy like heâs had a million years to study it, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you continue to pull and twist at his hair, selfishly grinding yourself against his face.Â
He never breaks his gaze on your face, even when you find yourself with your head thrown back, staring up at the ceiling mindlessly, admiring the hurried rise and fall of your chest as you moan out something intelligible, slowly beginning to make sense in his hazy mind, âOhârightâright there, Joel. Fuck, pleaseââ You beg sweetly, feeling weightless as he lowers his mouth to your neglected hole and licks inside, his nose pressing perfectly against your clit.
âCâmon, baby,â He murmurs against your pussy, âkeep talkinâ, let me hear you.â
You sigh in exasperation, feeling the burgeoning ache of your impending climax, âFasterââ Joel is an astute listener, never missing a beat as he picks up his pace and adds more pressure, ââshit, Iâm gonnaââ
Joel silences you with his eagerness to make you come, words falling flat as he assales your clit with a determination to have you coming against his mouth, feeling the muscles spasm as you crying out his name in desperation, orgasming over his greedy tongue as he laps you up synonymously, forcing your body into overstimulation until you have to physically force him away.
Joel doesnât have half the mind to speak, eyes darkened to near black as he rises to remove his shirt, pants and underwear following quickly after, undressing under your hazy gaze as you try to calm your rapidly beating heart before heâs fisting himself tightly, tip of his cock rubbing against the line of your pussy and catching your entrance, using the last bit of restraint he had left.
He should be courteous and ask about protectionâbut thereâs a heat behind your eyes when you see his thoughts wandering, quickly snuffing out any worries. You reach gently for the hand not fisting his cock, cradling your knee gently, âWeâre safe.â You assure him, the first moment of deep, unsettling reality as he realizes the weight of his choices before himâheâs already committed a few atrocities he knows he canât come back from, so, what was a few more?
And he couldnât say no to you, not with you staring up at him so wantonly, eyes pleading something desperate and meek, curious if this was all just a heat of the moment thing. Partly, it wasâbut this was months upon months of built up tension finally spilling into reality.
Joel isnât sweet either, as he presses inside you. It shouldnât surprise you, his impatient nature as he pulls you in close, hands gripping under your thighs and manhandling you until your folded nearly in half, hips pistoning sharp and rough, his gaze locked on the sight of himself disappearing inside of you, the sheen of your slick over his cock as you suck him in greedily.
âCome on, baby,â He grunts roughly, âkeep showinâ me how good I make you feel. Show me how grateful you are.â
As if it wasnât already obvious, obscene noises, feeling the quiet air as you sob out, feeling the angle change as he shifts his knee by your ass, angling your hips up slightly.
âThankâthank you,â You say softly, broken as he snaps his hips roughly, hitting something sensitive inside of you, the coiling heat in your stomach rebuilding quickly, âthankyouthankyouthankyou,â You ramble mindlessly.
Mesmerized, you watch his curls bounce freely over his forehead, overgrown hair sticking to his skin from the soft sheen of sweat, the muscles in his broad shoulders straining as he holds your legs prisoner in his grips, hips aching dully from the unusual angle but you ignore it. Heâs locked onto your pussy for a long stretch of time, entranced until he hears your soft moans, realizing youâve been admiring him this whole time, eyes locking on you in a moment of vulnerability as he speaks directly to you, hips slowing to a manageable, but still slightly overwhelming pace.
âAlwaysâknow how to appreciate things, isnât that right?â Joel asks, the redundancy not lost on you, âTake everything I give you and never ask. Never greedyâjust lettinâ me spoil you.â
âJoelââ You whine, his hand slowly trailing the path to your joined bodies, thumb circling slowly over your clit briefly, ââharder, fuck meâharder.â
âBut, look at you nowâso fuckinâ greedy for my cock,â Heâs speaking through a slight groan, releasing the straining hold on your thighs as he falls, spreading his legs out and using his arms for support as he holds himself over you, hands fisting into the sheets beside your head, âgonna make me cum, baby.â
You find yourself desperate for touch now, wrapping your arms around his neck until heâs nearly chest to chest, forehead resting against your own as you whimper into his open mouth, âI want it.â
Joel makes a small noise of question, âWant what, baby?â
âYour cum,â You reply softly, watching the way his pupils dilate at your words, ââplease?â
Joel groans involuntarily, feeling the dignified squeeze of your walls around his cock.
âWhere?â He asks slightly breathless, panting into your mouth.
You reach blindly for his hand, using his pointer and middle finger to breach your lips, pressing flat against your tongue, âRight here.â You mumble around the thick digits.
Itâs the first thing youâve ever explicitly asked for and who was Joel to deny that.
Joel pulls out quickly, rising on his knees as you push up to rest on your palms, his head hung back as he fucks himself into his hand harshly, a few short pumps and heâs pressing the aching tip of his cock over your tongue, spilling into your mouth with a deep growl, forced through clenched teeth, working himself through the aftershock as he squeezes out the last bit of cum he has to offer into your waiting mouth, forcing your mouth closed with his opposite hand and watching as you tilted your neck up and swallowed, tongue peeking out playfully as you show him your empty mouth.
You have half the mind to think heâs finished, but instead heâs swatting your thigh as he maneuvers your hips until you realize heâs silently asking you to turn over, quickly situating your ass in the air with his strong, domineering gripâburying his face into your cunt without a moment of hesitation, a gasp ripping from your throat. Your hips pull away instinctively out of shock, earning a sharp slap by Joelâs hand against your oversensitive cunt.
âStay still.â Joel demands.
You answer softly, a pathetic acknowledgement and nod, obeying his order.
âGood girl,â He coos, muffled against your cunt, âCome for me, babyâyouâre right there, I can feel it.â
Thereâs little resistance as his tongue swipes over your clit, sending you into a shorter but immensely more consuming second orgasm, feeling yourself lose consciousness for a brief moment as you sob into the sheets.
âFuck.â Joel sighs as he rests back on his calves, cock softening between his thighs as you roll onto your back gingerly, thighs shaking from strain, feeling Joelâs comforting touch on the aching muscles as you close your eyes, letting the reality of the situation set in.Â
You laugh giddily, âYeah, fuck.â
Neither of you address the glaring issue of what just took place and somehow, that feels like the biggest atrocity to be committed.Â
-
Secrets werenât something you used to harbor, but it seemed like that was all you had now.
Sneaking off with Joel, lying to Sarahâit was the last thing you wanted to do. But, you and Joel had each other in an equally debilitating grip that neither of you could loosen up on.
And with secrets came gifts, more and more outrageous as time went onâbig ticket items that had you fearing that, at some point, Joel would drop something like a new car on youâand that, for what it was worth, would help you. But, it was nothing you wanted.Â
Sex started to feel transactional after a few more weeks, graduation creeping on you.
Joel never lacked in care and attentiveness, but there was this nagging feeling in the back of your mind, like you were this unattainable prize he was paying for and you were eating right out of the palm of his hand.
But, then graduation day approaches and Joel is acting odd.
So odd that it unsettles you. Heâs there, along with his brother and his small family, cheering as loud for you as he does for Sarah, the obvious absence from your own family never lost on you or him. Then, night approaches.
Heâd decided that throwing a party for the both of you in celebration was a good idea, just a small party with very few friends and he sworeâswore that there was nothing else up his sleeve until heâs pulling you and Sarah off together, away from the party and there is a pair of matching, new cars parked in the driveway.
Sarah, given she already has everything she wants, is still thankful. Itâs the one thing she had been trying to save up for herself, without the help of her dad. So, while she could be upset, she isnât. She knows Joelâs intentions are good and that heâs just trying to be a good fatherâwhich is all heâs ever been for her.
But, for you, it stings.Â
You linger, settled a few feet away against his beater of a truck, staring at the car like it was an eyesore.
She doesnât like it. She hates it, Joel thinks.Â
You thanked him regardless, but refused the keys. Joel had stuffed them into his pocket and allowed you the space you wanted, eyes pleading quietly. Sarah had hugged you gently, kind words left in your ear before she departed back inside.
âYouâre like family,â She says with genuine love, âand he has more money than he knows what to do withâso honestly, just take it. You deserve it more than anyone.â
And that hurts worse, knowing that youâve been lying to her for months.Â
You werenât family. Not to Joel. You were something much more convoluted and dangerous.
A drug. A trap. Something he couldnât rid himself of, not that he desired to. But, he knewâonce you were embedded into his life, it would be nearly impossible to get you out.
â
Joel finds you a while later, away from the party and beyond eyesight from the house, curled up against the front end of the truck and picking away at some of the ripped denim of your jeans, counting the frayed pieces. He takes a similar position, sitting next to you silently.
âYou donât have to take it,â He tells you, âbut, it is paid forââ
âJoel, pleaseââ
âWhat?â Joel asks suddenly, his own annoyance getting the better of him, âWhat am I doing wrong?â
âJoelâwe have sex, you buy me something ridiculous. Or, you buy me something ridiculous without my knowledge and then we end up having sex, how does that look to you?â
âNow, Iâm not doing that because of sexââ
âBut, you see how it looks? How it makes me feel?â You argue with him, âJoel, I canât help how I feel about you, likeâit feels physically impossible, but the constant gifts makes this seem transactional. I donât want that. Iâm already a secret, I donât need to be bought either.â
Joel shakes his head in silent disbelief, âYou really think thatâs how I view you? Thatâs it?â
âYou havenât tried very hard to make me think otherwise, Joel.â You tell him honestly, âI donât need you showering me with cars and clothes and shit that I donât needâand if thatâs what you feel like you need to do, I donât want to doâŚwhatever this is anymore.â
Fucking him, sneaking around in secret. You werenât dating, but it sure fucking felt like it. One intimate moment from a love confession that would seal the deal on your perception of him.
Joel kicks at the gravel as he rises to his feet, pulling you up by your forearm, an immediate look of both confusion and frustration crossing your features as he turns you and presses your chest against the front of his truck, shadowed by the cover of night. His belt clanks together loudly as he undoes his jeans behind you, tucking them far down enough he can pull his cock from the confines of his underwear, lifting up the hem of your dress and yanking your own underwear down your legs and off, and you should stop himâbut you donât want to.
This was the problem. You couldnât get enough of Joel.Â
He slips inside of you with ease, pulling a sharp gasp from your chest that he stifles with his hand, clasped over your mouth, fucking into you with a reverance that was new.
âJoelâweârefuckâwe canât here,â You try to say, yanking his hand away from your mouth, âweâll get caught.â
Joel grips the base of your neck roughly, fingers curling around the sides as he tilts your head back and looks into your eyes, other hand coming around the bottom of your chin until youâre forced to look up and back at him, not a single speck of warm brown in sight. He looked angry.
But, it didnât feel like it was directed toward you. Regardless, he fucked you like he was.
âIâll return the fuckinâ car,â He starts to ramble, âIâll return everything if that makes you think differently. Godââ He snaps his hips harshly, earning a broken sob from you as you reach behind you blindly for something to anchor yourself on, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt, âânever want you to think this is transactional, baby. It neverânever was.â
Never would be, you want him to say.
âWhaddya want me to say?â Joel asks before you can speak, âThat I care about youâbaby, I fuckinâ do. I thought that was obvious. Knowâknow I shouldnât, that itâs wrong, but I knewââ
You gasp raggedly, his hand leaving your chin to find your clit, just the right amount of pressure to have your hands clawing at his skin, head resting back against his shoulder as he fucked into you.
âAnd Iâll keep this a secret ifâif it means I can have you but this isnât transactional,â He continues to speak, despite your inability, tipping over the edge of your orgasm as his hips stutter slightly, âit never will be.â
Thatâthat was what you needed to hear. Pulling him taut against you as he buried his mouth into the junction of your neck and nipped, biting at the skin roughly but not enough to break skin.
âCome inside me,â You gasp, chest rising and falling quickly, âpleaseâJoel, please?â
âYou like when I fuck you like this, donât you?â Joel teases, âNever ask for anything but my cumâgreedy girl,â You moan at his words, spurring him even further, âtell me baby, tell me how much you want it.â
âSo bad,â You whine, âJoel, please give it to meâfuckâall of it, please?â
Joel snaps his hips a few more times before his hand is releasing your neck, crossing over your chest and squeezing tightly at your breast as he pulses inside of you, pumping his hips and filling you full of his spend.
Joel kisses at the exposed skin of your shoulder, pulling out with a soft grunt, the slow jingle of metal sounding behind you as you reached for the underwear he offered you, slipping it back up your legs and into place, despite how Joelâs cum dripped out of you, something he makes point of as his fingers drag along the material, causing you gasp softy at his touch, swatting his hand away. He chuckles lowly at the annoyed glare you shoot his way.
Joel shifts your hips until you turn in his grip, back pressing against cool metal. He crowds you in again, leaving you feeling breathless as he grips your face, but his touch is surprisingly tender.
âWhat do we say?â He says softly, lips pressing against your own.
âThank you,â You retort sarcastically, capturing his lips in a quick, bruising kiss as you card your fingers into his hair at the base of his neck, pulling gently, âthis doesnât change anythingâI donât want the car.â
âYou donât have to take it,â Joel settles, âbut itâll be here if you need it.â
You pull away further, looking at him endearingly, watching as his eyes flick briefly toward the house.
âWhat do we doâabout this?â You ask quietly, afraid someone might be listening in despite being alone, âAboutâŚwhatever this is.â
âHey,â Joel assures gently, âdonât worry about thatânot tonight.â
âJoelââ You plead, eyes searching desperately into his own.
âI care about you, thatâs all you need to worry about.â Joel speaks truthfully, his thumb rubbing along the line of your jaw as you swallow, muscles tense under his touch.
And youâre wondering if heâs just saying what you want to herâthat maybe this was still a game to him and he was letting you feed into it, nodding to his confession. Joel is all in, offering you his metaphorical hand.
You sigh shakily, âOkayâI trust you.â So please, donât let me down.
And you know things will eventually implode, but you intend to hold on the brief moment of hope you have now, safe under his gaze as he leads you back to the house, everyone blissfully unaware of the moments youâve shared, leaving you resigned to appreciate the greedy looks his shares with you across the room.
It was a dangerous game, but you were willing to take the risks.
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Summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemondâs life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaenaâs childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl whoâs always been in his life make a home in his heart.
Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, fluffff fluuuuffff disgustingly sweet lol, English isnât my first language<3
Word count: 6k+
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Chapter 6: a summer worth living
The sound of a notification catches Aemondâs attention. He reaches for his phone on the desk, smiling when he sees your name on his screen.
Clementine: âNeed your help with something!â
His smile widens as he types back, scratching behind Vhagarâs ear who sleeps beside him on the libraryâs couch.
Aemond: âGood morning to you too, darling. How can I help you?â
Clementine: âWe saw each other at breakfast! Anyway, you should come upstairs to give me your opinion!â
He chuckles, remembering how hard it was for you not to let anyone notice a thing in the way you walked or interacted with him. Still, Helaenaâs sharp eyes took the hints immediately, and without hesitation, she dragged you out of the kitchen with a playful glare at Aemond.
Aemond: âDid not have the chance to wish you a good morning in private, or even kiss you, which is why Iâve started my day on a bad note.â
Clementine: âOh no, did I neglect you today?𼺠If yes, then you should really come upstairs now! Need your help and most importantly, I can give you your morning kisses.â
Aemond shakes his head as he starts typing again, grinning like an idiot.
Aemond: âIâm busy, darlingââ
He doesnât even have the chance to send the next text when he sees yours, and in an instant, he is up on his feet.
Clementine: âI doubt youâll like it if I ask Aegon to help me choose which bikini to wear while Iâm lying half-naked on my bed.â
Aemond: âIâm coming.â
Clementine: âGood boy.â
Without wasting another second, he walks out of the library, skipping a step or two as he makes his way to your room. His heartbeat rises with each step he takes, even the thought of you half-naked is something that sets his skin on fire but to have you confess it to him? Heâs a man possessed.
Itâs not like he hasnât seen you naked before, quite the opposite. In fact, ever since your night out on the yacht, he hasnât been able to keep his hands to himself; always touching, caressing, kissing when no one saw â which Helaena scolds him for.
He knocks on your door, looking at the ends of the hallway to see if anyone is around before you open the door pulling him inside your room by grabbing the collar of his shirt.
His lips are on yours in the blink of an eye, pressing you to your door as he kisses you fiercely, his large palms running up and down your naked sides, his lips moving in sync with yours.
âGood morning, handsome,â You mumble between his kisses, urging him to keep going by pressing his face to yours with a hand through his hair. His fingers skim over your hips as he grips them, squeezing your flesh while his tongue explores your mouth.
âItâs certainly a good one now,â he whispers, trailing his lips from your cheeks to your neck, pressing feather-like kisses all over your skin as you lean your head back on the door, giving more space for him to leave his marks on you.Â
âPool party with Hel?â he asks, raising his face from your neck to look at you.
âNot a party, just relaxing,â you smile when he grabs one of your arms that is wrapped around his neck, starting kissing from your shoulders to your elbows, âbesides, Aegon will definitely show up with alcohol and turn it intoâ Aemond, stop distracting me!â you giggle when he nips at your wrist, kissing your pulse once more before he leans to lock your lips in a searing kiss.
âMind if I join you? I promise to behave,â he says, letting go of your arm to reach behind you, caressing your waist before his hands inch down slowly, looking at you with a dangerous glint in his good eye.
âAbsolutely-fucking-not,â you dodge under his arms, freeing yourself from his grip, and he finally has the chance to actually look at what you are wearing, or what you are not, because coming up to your room and kissing you distracted him from shamelessly eyeing you only in your bra and underwear, âAlso, donât make promises you canât keep.â
âThis is my house, and I can use the pool whenever I want,â he backs you against your bed, âIâm a man of my word, youâll learn that soon enough.â
âHmm, is that right?â You turn around and hold the two bikinis up for him to choose, âred or black?â
âI think I might faint if you donât wear the black one,â he says, smiling as you nod, pursing your lips as you hug his waist.
âI fear what will happen to you if I wear it,â you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him before reaching to push a few strands of his hair behind his ear.
âI think Iâll drop dead,â he replies, his tone serious and with how he caresses the dip of your back and gazes at you, you know he might just be that serious.
âAemond,â you pout at him, âI know youâre joking but your death is not funny in any scenario.â
âAlright darling,â he kisses your forehead, squeezing your back, âI wonât talk about it anymore.â
âThe fainting thoughâŚâ you unwrap your arms around him, reaching behind to unclasp your bra, watching his eye drop to your bare chest, âI like that.â
âYou fucking teaseââ
âFucking hell!â Helaena screams as she opens the door and closes it immediately, âFor fuck sake, can you two please keep it under the fucking radar? I seriously donât want to see my brother getting giddy with my best friend.â
âItâs not like you havenât seen my boobs before, idiot,â you reply, grabbing the bikini top before asking Aemond to tie the threads around your neck and back, giggling when he bites your shoulder as you listen to Helaena scold the two of you from the other side of the door.
âYeah, but I donât need to see Aemond eating your face like a fish! Lock the door next time, and donât make me wait! You better not fuck when I leave,â she bangs her fist twice on the door before she leaves, making Aemond groan and drop his head on your shoulder.
âSheâs annoying.â
âShe helped us, be grateful,â you kiss the side of his head before reaching for the bottom of the bikini on your bed, before changing quickly so Aemond wouldnât get too handsy with you, âAt least sheâs not like Aegon, he would probably stick around and listen if we fucked.â
âWhy are you so obsessed with bringing up that manwhore every time you get naked?â He teases you, shaking his head as he gives you an overall look, licking his lips at the sight of you in a bikini that has his mind-melting.
âTo rile you up,â you say, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling Aemond on top of you with the collar of his shirt, forcing him to embrace himself on the bed by his forearms.
âNever thought Iâd see this side of you,â he bumps his nose to yours, âsweet sweet friend of Helaena who was my sisterâs rock in every way⌠look at you now, naughtier than anyone I know.â
âI doubt you know many girlsâAhh! Stop, Aemondââ
He starts tickling you, pushing your legs apart to stand between them while his fingers pinch your sides.
âThatâs the truth, but I know Aegon and you are worse than him.â
âTake that back!â You laugh, hitting his chest as he tries to flip you over on your stomach but you lock your legs around his waist, âno one is near close to Aegon when it comes to sex.â
âYeah, youâre rightââ
âNow, let me go and distract your sister from what she saw earlier, and you, my handsome handsome nerd,â you give him a sweet kiss on the lips, âshould go and put on your switruck and join us by the pool.â
âDeal.â
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Aemond walks out of the house towards the outdoor pool, finding you and Helaena already on the sun loungers while Dreamfyre chases Vhagar, barking and jumping on her with delight. He approaches you, his towel dropped on his shoulder as he sits on the edge of your lounge before he reaches and grabs the back of his shirt, pulling the fabric off with one arm.
âEw, fuck off,â Helaena groans, looking at how Aemond puts up a show for you, and you do not stare away from him while he is topless and braiding his hair quickly, âYouâre disgusting!â
âOh, please shut up,â you whisper, watching Aemond kissing your knee gently before he walks to the edge of the pool and dives in, splashing water everywhere, âFuck me.â
âWhat a showoff!â Helaena throws her book at you, pulling you out of your thoughts, glaring at you with her huge eyes, âYou are a totally different person around him! Thatâs disgusting, stop eye-fucking my brother.â
âI wasnât!â You hiss at her, pursing your lips together as you meet her eyes, âheâs justâŚhot, okay?â
âDefinitely not okay, dumbass! I donât want to hear anything but my brotherâs sex life, alright?â
âWhy? He is so tall and so so bigââÂ
âFuck off!â She screams and makes a gagging sound, and you laugh in return, watching her face twist in deep disgust, âWhere are those two?â
âI donât know but I hope they get here soon, Iâm so thirsty,â you exclaim, chuckling when Vhagar jumps on your lounge, crawling her way up to your lap to just lay there and bask under the sunlight with you, âhello, old lady.â
âYOU STARTED WITHOUT ME?â Aegonâs screech fills the air as he walks with a pout, a cooler in one hand as he joins you and Hel with Daeron, glaring at Aemond who keeps swimming, not really paying attention to his older brother.
âWe had no choice, sweetheart,â Helaena says, making room for Aegon and Daeron to sit and bring out the beers.
âShouldnât we call Aemond?â You ask, thanking Daeron who hands you a cold bottle of beer, âhe might be thirsty too, right?â
âBabe,â Helaena gives you a look that makes you shudder to your bones, âDonât.â
You nod, because the glare she sends you is probably able to kill you on the spot. You sip on your drink, watching Aemond swim from one side of the pool to the other, his tall frame moving under the water.
âTime for some music!â Daeron announces, pulling out his phone while Aegon takes off his shirt and hands his bottle to Hel before he joins Aemond in the water.
You watch Aemond swim to the edge of the pool, his braided hair wet and dripping as he leans on his forearms, his eye finding yours pretty quickly.
He watches closely as you take a deep breath. He rests his palms on the mosaics and pulls himself out of the pool, sitting on the edge with his legs in the cold water. Aemond no longer looks at you, but his smile widens when he sees your shadow looming over him as you sit beside him, handing him his beer with a shaky exhale.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask him, crossing one of your legs over the other when he takes a long sip from his beer, his wet hair shining under the blazing sunlight and his throat bobbing as he swallows the drink, âDo you want to kill me or what?â
âConsider this a payback for the little stunt you pulled earlier,â he smirks, running his fingers through his hair, messing up his braid even more, âI had no idea I would have such an effect on you though.â
âRight, you had no idea,â you hiss, rolling your eyes at him playfully, âThatâs why you are acting like a supermodel in a shampoo ad in front of me.â
âShampoo ad? Iâm offended,â He whispers, âI thought I was quite clear with what I wanted to do.â
âIf making me wet in front of your siblings was your plan, then it worked,â you take a swig from the beer, shaking your head when you see his smug face, âDonât you fucking dare, Aemond.â
âWhat? Can I not admire my girl?â He leans back on his elbows, making it harder for you to keep looking at his face while his abs are fully displayed.
âWell, you are making it quite hard for me to keep my cool. Sit up, or else I will break your bones.â
âYou gonna jump on me now?â He sits up and leans on the plam he puts right behind your ass, leaning down to whisper, âBut youâll make a scene⌠or maybe you want them to see, huh?â
âIâm gonna kill youââ
âHoly shit, Mum?â
You and Aemond turn around immediately, finding Alicent coming to join you by the pool with her auburn hair falling around her shoulders, her sunglasses resting atop his head while she walks toward the empty lounge only in her swimsuit.
âWhat now? I canât enjoy a good day in my own pool?â
âOf course, butââ âYou have never worn a swimsuit before,â Aegon finishes Helaenaâs sentence.Â
âEverything has a first time,â she exhales, turning around to find Cole looking away immediately from her, clearing his throat as he guards the door to the house before she looks back at all of you, âCan you stop looking at me like I have grown another head? Itâs summer and I wanna spend some time with my children before they leave again.â
âIâm gonna ask you something and I want the truth,â Aemond nods and helps you on your feet, âDoes Cole⌠have feelings for your mum?â âYup,â he guides you by his palm on your waist, joining the group, âI donât think they have done anything other than probably talking to each other but you can feel how happier Mum is around him.â
âThatâsâŚunexpected but really cool,â you reply, âWhat if they fuckedââ
âI donât want to talk about it,â he pinches your side before he distances himself from you, standing next to his mother, âHow are you doing, Mum?â
âAmazing! Now come on, what are you demons up to?â Alicent asks, ruffling Daeronâs head a little before she sits beside him.
âMuuuuum Iâm twenty-one! You gotta stop doing that!â Daeron pouts, and pops a beer for his mother, handing her the cold beverage.
âYou are no fun,â she does it again, to which Daeron tries to act as if he hates it, âanyway, what are you going to do? And please spare me the dirty jokes, Aegon, and letâs do something fun.â
âSunbathing?â Aegon suggests, laying head on Helaenaâs lap.
âNah, Aemond will burn so bad,â Helaena laughs as soon as Alicent says, and you try to stifle your giggles but Aemondâs glare only makes you burst out laughing.
âHow bad?â You ask.
âSo bad! Once we went to an aqua park, and I am not kidding when I said he looked so red when we were driving back! His whole body was burnt, and he doesnât get tanned, he burns!â
âMother, please,â he shakes his head and walks to an empty lounge, resting his head on his arm, âanything but sunbathing.â
âOh, I know I know!â Daeron finishes his beer before he talks, âPool Volleyball? Yeah? Girls vs boys?â
âCome on, take it easy on Aegon, Hel will eat him alive,â you shrug as you say and watch Aegon whip his head in your direction.
âYou're counting me among the girls?â He looks at you, wide-eyed and blushing, âHow dare you?â
âYou said your tits are nicer than mine.â
âYou said what?â Alicent asks, wiggling her eyebrows at Aegon who just grins at her before he stands up and pulls his t-shirt off, âthese are definitely nicer than hers.â
âYouâre just sour that you donât carry a vagina around with you all the time,â you pat his shoulder before putting your beer on the table between the lounges, bending down a bit in front of Aemond, giving him a good view of your cleavage.
âFucking tease,â Aemond whispers and sits up immediately, looking at Aegon to wipe the image of your body from his head before you get him in trouble, âwe donât have a net, how are we going to play?â
âYou know what? Forget the game, letâs go inside and order something for lunch.â
âYou sure, Ali?â You ask, earning a kiss on your forehead from Alicent before she nods.
âAbsolutely, come on, ducklings.â
âYes, Mama Duck,â Aegon and Daeron follow her inside the house, leaving Helaena alone with you.
âIâm gonna leave,â she stands and points at you two, âyou better not do it here, and clean up this mess. A payback for this morning.â
âWhat do you take us for? Horny teens?â You ask, but Aemond proves her wrong immediately, standing up from the lounge to wrap his arms around your waist, âAemondââ
âThatâs exactly what I mean! Urgh, you guys need to get a fucking room!â Helaena sneers, leaning forward to press a kiss on your cheek before flocking Aemondâs forehead and leaving you alone.
âCome,â Aemond kisses your shoulder before intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you behind him towards the end of the pool, helping you up a few stairs that lead to the jacuzzi hidden from the houseâs view.
âHmm, this is nice,â you lower yourself in the warm water, leaning your head back as you watch Aemond do the same, sighing as his muscles relax instantly.
âHow are you feeling, beautiful?â He asks, pulling you closer by snaking his arm around your waist, guiding you so you are perched across his lap, âIâve missed you.â
âWe havenât been apart even for one minute,â you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, âHow is it that you miss me so much, Little nerd?â
âI donât know, maybe I like you a lot,â he shrugs, kissing the side of your head while his large palm glides across your thighs under the water.
âUh huh, no funny business in the jacuzzi, mister,â you kiss the corner of his lips, smiling when he squeezes your flesh before he brings his lips down to yours, tasting the beer off your tongue.
âYou drive me fucking crazy,â he whispers against you, pecking your lips and cheeks, keeping you close to him while you scratch the back of his neck.
âGood, thatâs exactly what I want,â you bite his lower lip, making him groan in response, âNow letâs go, Iâm sure your Mum is looking for us.â
âI donât wanna leave!â He whines but follows you as you grab his hand and step out of the water, and he ogles at your back, his eye trailing over your ass in the bikini, âI need to get away from you as soon as possible or Iâll bend you over the nearest surface andââ
âGood thing Iâm gonna let go of your hand because Daeron is coming out of the house,â you whisper before you turn around and shoot him a teasing smile, looking back at Daeron and waving at him.
âWhat did I get myself into?â
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Aemond sighs, pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose as he keeps reading his book under the dim light of his lamp, lying on top of his cold bed sheets.
He looks up when he hears his door knob twisting, finding you peeking through the door at him before you ask quietly if you can come in which he of course says yes.
âHi,â you say, leaning back on the door, looking at him shyly, and he takes his time to look at what you are wearing; a short silky nightdress that falls on your upper thighs, the straps of it falling down from your shoulders.
âHey you,â he closes his book and puts it on the nightstand before he extends his hand for you to come and take it, âwhy are you up so late?â
âCouldnât sleep,â you reply, padding across the room until you reach his bed, crawling on top of him, straddling him gently, âYou?â
âI like reading in the dark,â he explains, his surprisingly soft palms caressing your exposed thighs gently, making you rest your hands on his bare chest.
âSo thatâs where the glasses come from,â you tease him, âI had no idea you owned plaid pajamas.â
âWhat can I say? Aegon bought them for me as a souvenir from Dorne,â he scoffs, letting his hands wander under the silk fabric of your dress, running his fingers up and down on your heated skin, âHe has quite the questionable taste.â
âI like them,â you tell him, leaning down to kiss his cheeks, your fingers also tracing the muscles of his chest, grazing your nails against his neck, âThey suit you.â
âYeah? Well then, Iâll wear them more often,â he turns his head, pressing his lips to yours gently, kissing you softly while one of his hands comes up to hold you close to him by the back of your neck, âWhat are you really doing here, hmm?â
âWell⌠you seeâŚâ you whisper, trailing your kisses from his lips to his ear, biting on his earlobe, âSeeing my boyfriend all wet and dripping had me feeling thingsâŚâ
âBoyfriend, huh? Tell me more, darling,â he throws his head back, giving you enough space to kiss down his neck, sucking a little mark on the skin of his throat.
The blood rushes to his cock as soon as you start grinding your hips down, your clothed cunt rubbing against the bulge in his pants as you nibble on his collarbone, licking the line of his bone before you look up at him, grinning softly.
âYouâre driving me fucking crazy,â he says, his hands going down to your hips to rock you against his now fully hard cock, groaning when you lean down to take his nipple into your mouth, biting and sucking on the bud feverishly.
âYouâve said it twice today. You must be going nuts then.â
âIf you donât ride me now, I wonât be responsible for what Iâll do to you,â he sighs, already breathless and empty-headed, âI will fuck you so hard you wonât be able to sit tomorrow.â
âSave it for another time, baby,â you sit upward, pressing yourself completely down on his covered cock to pull down your nightdress enough for your boobs to be exposed before sitting up on your knees, reaching beneath his pajamas to pull his cock out, âI need to feel you tonight.â
âTake what you need, darlingâfuckâŚâ you both sigh in delight when you press his tip to your entrance, bracing yourself with one hand on his chest while the other guides him further into you until you slowly sit on him, taking his full length inside you.
âAemond,â you moan as you start to grind your hips down, gently rolling them in circles in a way that has Aemond digging his nails into your flesh.
âThere you go, beautiful, thatâs right,â he spreads his legs more, his silver hair framing his face like rays of moonlight while you gaze down at him, watching his face morph into a hazy smile, âYouâre unreal.â
âSo are you, you should see yourself,â you gasp as you start to slowly move up and down his length, his cock nudging the deep spots inside you deliciously. Nothing is rushed or impatient, you are taking your time with how you ride him, how you memorize his face twist in pleasure.
âThere is my girl,â he whispers when you start bouncing a bit faster, gasping and moaning his name while you close your eyes and get lost in the pleasure, âI know youâre close, darling. Give it to me, yeah, come on.â
âA-Aemond, fuck,â you grab on the headboard with both hands as the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you gets more intense, âI- I need more, pleaseââ
âI know, I know,â he looks up at you as if you are a goddess sent from heaven to him, and for him to please you, so he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, âThere you go, beautiful, anything for you.â
You down say anything, your moans, gasps and the way you tightly clench around Aemond is enough to set both of your skins ablaze. You fall on his chest and he wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him while he starts snapping his hips up to yours, burying his face into your neck while he drives you both closer to your breaking point.
He breaks first, pulling out quickly, but you stop him before he has the chance to stroke himself and sit on his cock, rubbing your clit to his throbbing member as he twitches underneath you.
âFuck, darling, Iâm gonnaââ
âMe too, pleaseâ I-Iâ fuck, Aemond!â
You come together; you gush on his cock while he pulsates and comes on his stomach, ropes of his come covering his body and your wetness dripping on his waist as you shake on top of him.
As soon as you both calm down, he sits up against the headboard and kisses your forehead, pushing a few sweaty strands of your hair out of your face before he leans down and locks your lips with his.
âYou made a mess on me,â he chuckles and you bashfully bat your eyes at him before dropping your head on his shoulder, âDonât sleep on me now, letâs clean up then we can cuddle, yeah?â
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âWake up, lovers!â Helaena bangs on Aemondâs door, âitâs way past noon! Come on, wake the fuck up!â
âYour sister hates us I swear,â you groan as you hide your face into Aemondâs neck, tightening your arms around him so he doesnât leave the bed, âFuck off, Hel!â
âNope, Iâm coming in, and you better have some clothes on,â she pushes the door open, hands on her hips as she glares at you two, âUp, now! Aegonâs generosity is at its peak and we should take advantage of that. He says he wants to take us for an ice cream date but Iâm sure he just wants to hit on the sexy girls who work there.â
âYou guys go, we donât wanna come,â you say, your words muffled by Aemondâs shoulder but when you feel he pulls away a bit, you whine and tuck him closer, âNoâŚâ
âBabe, come on! Donât whine, weâll have so much fun! Also, Daeron said he had a surprise for us!â Helaena pleads, and you feel Aemond sit up completely.
âFine,â he groans before he leans down to peck your cheek, âCome on, darling, get up. Weâll drive in my car, yeah? Just the two of us.â
âFine, fine! Iâm up!â You get up but pout at both of them before you give Aemond a quick kiss and leave him alone when Helaena pulls you behind her so you both go to get dressed.
Aemond smiles when you blow him a kiss with your sleepy face and bedhead, sighing when Helaena shuts the door and gives him some time to dress before you come to collect him.
He gets ready quickly, and meets you and Hel at the entrance of the house, smirking when he finds you wearing yet another sundress Helaena has gifted you for no reason. It seems he is not the only one who likes to see you in their belongings â technically, your dress isnât hers, but the gesture is.
âLadies,â he nods and you both smile at him. Helaena takes the chance to slip between you both before Aemond can get his hands on you.
âYou wanna keep this a secret, better watch yourself around Daeronâs sharp eyes. Heâll go straight to Mum if he finds out.â
âYeah, youâre right,â he sighs in defeat and looks at you with an apologetic smile, only to be met with your reassuring expression.
âItâs okay, Aemond, donât worry about it,â you reach around Hel to squeeze his shoulder, telling him it will be alright and that you understand him.
âFinally! Come on, we gotta head to the nearest town and buy a few things before Daeron takes us to hisââ
âShut the fuck up, you gonna spoil my surprise!â Daeron groans in annoyance before he looks at you three, âWeâll get ice cream, then weâll run some errands and after that, I will help you make a core memory!â
âSounds fun,â you say, and Aemond nods in response before he walks towards the parking, unlocking his BMW, but he stops and turns around, asking who would like to drive with him.
âIâll go, I canât stand Aegonâs playlists,â you say, and walk to Aemond, ignoring Aegonâs protests about how good his songs are, âCome on, letâs go!â
âYes, princess,â Aemond bows sarcastically before he sits on the driverâs side and starts the engine
âStop giving me attitude, Aemond Targaryen,â you glare at him playfully, buckling your seatbelt before he drives out of the parking lot, Aegon following you closely with his car.
âOr what?â He taunts you, waiting to see what exactly you have up your sleeve.
âOr Iâll fix it for you,â you do not back down from the challenge, and knowing him, you know he wonât either, âCareful, I can be mean if I want to.â
âOh, yeah? By all means, be my guest,â he smirks and you smirk back, watching how the afternoon sunlight shines on his face, his hair floating in the air as he eases off the car.
Aemond parks the car in front of a little caf after Aegon, and you step out of the car, Helaena and Daeron joining you both as the group walks inside â and as Helaena said earlier, Aegon starts flirting immediately.
The girl Aegon was talking to takes your orders and you all sit around a table and start talking until Aemond stands up to help Aegon bring your ice cream.
âSo, why are we going grocery shopping? Are you taking us for a trip?â You ask, sitting snugly against Aemond, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders unconsciously, making Helaena clear his throat.
âOh, come on! Everyone knows these two are a thing!â Daeron says, shrugging when Helaena gasps, âI thought everyone knew!â
âYou just found out?â Aegon asks, licking his ice cream before he starts talking with a full mouth, âOur brother is not as subtle as he thinks.â
âFuck off,â Aemond rolls his eye but doesnât take his arm off of you, âAt least I have a girlfriend and you donât.â
âSee! I knew it! Come on, gimme my money!â Aegon stretches his hand out to Daeron, wiggling his fingers as he waits for him to give him his money, âAnd what do you mean, bro? I am drowning in pussy. You think thereâs a day that goes by and I donât have a pretty girl sitting on my face?â
âI seriously donât think he wants to hear about your amazing sex life, Aeg,â you say, leaning your head on Aemondâs shoulder, your eyes meeting Helaenaâs and she matches your growing smile â now that you know that everyone knows about you and Aemond you can easily let go.
âHold this conversation, my phone is ringing,â Daeron answers the call, âHi sir! Yeah, yeah, weâll be there today. Oh? Are you absolutely sure? Thatâs perfect⌠yes yes we will be there in half an hour!â
âWho was it?â Hel asks, finishing off her ice cream before she wipes her hands with the tissue, âIt better not be dangerous, Daeron.â
âEasy, sis,â he pats his sisterâs shoulder, âWe no longer need to go shopping! We can drive straight to our destination!â
âYou sure?âÂ
âYeah, Aegon, Iâm sure. Come on! We should go and come back before the sunâs gone!â And with Daeronâs cue, you are all up and heading towards the cars, and Aemond takes this chance to thread his fingers through yours, blushing a little when Aegon whistles and acts like a total jerk.
âIgnore him, baby,â you bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles, âAnd donât worry, Iâm sure Hel is telling them to keep their mouths shut and donât tell anything to your Mum.â
âI hope so,â he smiles and returns the gesture, kissing your forehead before he opens the passenger door for you, and heading towards his own seat.Â
Aegon drives to the wharf Aemond took you once, and you both share an amused smile as you look at the road.Â
Spending such quality time with you is⌠unusual to Aemond. It feels domestic, so⌠natural and beautiful. Something heâs been craving since he remembers. This familiar warmth spreads in his chest again whenever he glances at you, melting under the slow little touches you give him as you play with the nape of his head, massaging his neck with one hand.
âAre we going to go on the yacht you took me to?â You ask, jumping out of the car, and watching Aemond putting his sunglasses on before his hand automatically reaches for you.
âNope, thatâs why he said itâll be a core memory,â he replies and you join the trio, âSo, are you gonna take us there or what?â
âStop being impatient, pirate!â Aegon says, âWeâre going there, okay? Daeron needs to talk to the captain first.â
âOkay, guys! Iâm gonna take you on a one-hour tour of this beautiful Bay! Now, follow me!â Daeron explains as he waves off the captain, and you go with the Targaryens towards his boat, âBoard on safely!â
He is the first to jump on his bowrider boat, helping Hel and Aegon next, leaving you in Aemondâs capable hands.
âYou guys already have a family yacht, why do you have a personal boat too? And why am I just finding out about all of these? Itâs like Iâve just met you guys,â You say and thank Aemond when he helps you in, steading you on your feet with his hands on your waist.
âYou good?â He asks.
âYes,â you kiss his cheek and drag him towards the empty seat next to Helaena, finding Aegon fiddling with bags of snacks on the floor of the boat.
âYou see,â Daeron chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his head, âWe have an uncleââ
âWe have two but go on.â
âAs if I donât already know,â he glares at Aegon, âbut, Uncle Gwayne is pretty generous with how he spends the very large amount of useless money he has.â
âDaeron is his favorite,â Aemond whispers, but itâs loud enough for everyone to hear, and his statement gets a good few nods and laughs from Aegon and Helaena.
âI am not!â But he soon takes it back, âFine, okay, I basically grew up with him! One time, he took me on this boat trip with our other relatives and it was super fun! He kind of noticed how much I loved it and bought me this out of the fucking blue!â
âWow, does your uncle also take wishlists? I would love to own a Rolls Royce, you know?â
âI can buy it for you,â Aemond says, looking into your eyes dead serious, âI have the money.â
âI was jokingâŚâ you chuckle, cupping his face into your hands, âFor real?â
âYeah, anything. Name it and itâs yours,â he shrugs as if he didnât just tell you he would spend countless dollars on you just because you wished for a car.Â
âItâs really fun to have a hot billionaire boyfriend, you should try it,â you tell Helaena, still in shock at how easily Aemond is ready to just⌠give you what you want.
âOkay, stop being so lovey-dovey with my brother, and you kid, show us a good time!â Helaena rolls her eyes playfully at you as she talks to Daeron.
This has to be the best evening youâve ever experienced; itâs filled with laughter and music, Aegon throwing you in the water, Aemond playing the savior, and getting you on the boat after he pushes Aegon in the water for the payback.
It is perfect.
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