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had a bad dream and now im in a bad mood. hate how that accidental cranial self-sabotage works
#had this dream where it was like 10 years in the future#and i had become a recluse and never went on social media#but memo and i still talked and we had by this time written like 50 aus together#and one day they stopped responding in chat for weeks and i was so worried#that i went and registered for a new facebook account and looked them up#and for some reason found that there were like a million fan pages for them#turns out theyd been spending the whole 10 years getting famous off our au content#like posting art from it and even writing bits#and as i scrolled down i found like exact jokes or whatever id made too#and there was never any mention of me like⊠memo had built this empire from Our work#and back when we were dating that was one of the things that pissed me off the most#like their refusal to acknowledge me in general but specifically like#posting either My Literal Joke (they eventually gave me credit but atp i didnt want it i was mad it happened at all)#or like art that only existed bc of our aus and sometimes even art where eddie was wearing an outfit i picked out#and theyd pretend like i just straight up didnt exist in relation to it#and i remember trying to talk to them abt it and said literally even just mentioning its from an au w a friend u dont have to even tag me#just stop pretending like i dont exist ykwim#anyway they were doing that but got EXTREMELY famous like#millions of followers. unrealistic amnts like the kind only billionaires who buy them get#and they were rolling in money. and when i dmd them about it and commented on the fb posts they got deleted n i was blocked#and when i went to our messaging app (it was like discord but not? it was like a mix of discord and google docs)#i found theyd blocked me and deleted our server#the dream changed after that and i was like in my college editing lab but#PISSED ME OFF AND NOW IM IN A BAD MOOD and i HATE when stupid ass dreams make me angry like#bro its a fucking dream đđđ grow up đđđ#im blaming my lack of sleep. whtv.#i think the thing that makes me so angry is that while this dream wld never happen#well i mean memo will likely be a famous artist but not like this#WHILE this dream would never happen i bet u a million dollars if i redownloaded twitter n went to their page id find a bunch of art#from our aus that do not mention the fact theyre from aus with me LOL
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( P*SSY GOT ) PâWER !?

bad â summary. converting a loser into a munch wasnât on your yearly bingo card ( or was it ? )
content â
warnings. explicit content. mdni. foul language. situationship!gojo. college au. cunningulus. frĆtting. premature ejaculÄtion. fÄ«ngering. eventual smut. gojo pines for like 99% of the fic. he also studies in pornology. reader is kinda bratty. mention of death lightheartedly. a lot of italicized words. lowkey gojo centric? 6.4k words (bye).
renaâs â note. SATORENA COMEBACK ⊠sorta (ă»ă»?)

âgimme a kiss.â
your face scrunches before the words can express your distaste. with your hand on the handle of his carâs door, your fingers tighten around the metal bar, half tempted to leave the man at your leftâ rosy lips puckered into an obnoxious smooch.
his eyelids are shut tight as his brows furrow to the centre of his forehead, face leaned in. you chuckle at his theatrics, lifting your free hand to press your digits at his pucker. his eyelids open as his brows now loosen, âgojo, bye.â
you feel his hands wrap around your wrist, gently lifting your hand off his mouth, though your fingers hover over his lips still, âgirl.â he tilts his head to the side, emitting an aura of sass youâve yet to understand, âitâs satoru to youâ i canât even have a little one? havenât i been good all day?â
you click your tongue, âyou been runninâ your mouth all day long actually,â and before your mind can even process your following words, you focus on the way his plump lips fall into another one of his childish pouts. cute. however he chooses to take your invitation is all up to him. your eyes dart to the rosy flesh as you hum, âmhm, if only you ate pussy as good as you talk shit.â
you feel the hold on your wrist drop, as his frown switches to a blank stare. you cock a brow, watching as the hand his steering wheel tightens.
he gulps, eyes narrowing before glancing over to the leather wheel, âi, uh, donât eat pussy.â
oh. . . oh.
the slam of the car door speaks the rest for you.
âwoahâ hey!â gojo yells after you, though your figure seems to get smaller with the steps you take. in your hold is your purse, bouquet of flowers heâd bought earlier and house keys. âbaby, hold onâ this damn window,â he cusses, removing the barrier between you and him angrily. you hadnât even hesitated to exit the car, as if heâd said the worldâs most vile comment.
youâre not listening, and for some reason gojo feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. what the fuck had he said that made you all upset with him?
he watches helplessly as you insert your key into the hole. the chiming sounds of your keys serve as a reminder that he was definitely in trouble. that and he wasnât getting his damn goodbye kiss.
he sighs instead, albeit defeatedly. âam i at least gonna see you soon?â
the front door opens and you look back over your shoulder, and godâ he really thought he had it. his lips threaten to pull into a smile, ready for your little mood to be over with.
you grin and as does he. you even give him a cute wave, thank fuck, âhave yourself a nice life, baby.â
and the front door closes. damn.
â â
âyou said what?!â
gojo groans into the phone, sprawling himself on his king sized mattress that suddenly feels way to big for him alone. where were you when he needed you? oh thatâs right, âshe ghosted me! iâm blocked on all socialsâ can you believe that?â
he tried reaching out to you through texts to make sure you were feeling okay, but the shade of green told him everything he needed to knowâ especially as an apple user. he then proceeded to go through your social media, to double check his suspicions and there it was, user not found.
âuh, duh?â geto is as judgemental as ever, and gojo doesnât try to suppress the roll of his eyes. âbro, you just told the girl youâre talkinâ to that you donât give head. the fuck dâyou think was gonna happen?â
âitâs not even a big deal!â he argues because his pride in on the line, and he ignores the groan geto gives him across the phone. rude. his fingers pinch at the top of his nose bridge, âwas it really necessary to block me? literally just tell me to kill myself at this point.â
âpretty sure thatâs what she blocked you for.â geto snickers, and gojo realizes heâs lucky they arenât in person because he would have blocked him. instead he whines, pressing the speaker button before stuffing his face in his pillow. heâs probably insane but he swears thereâs a hint of your scent there, and now heâs whining louder.
âquit bitchinâ. you brought this upon yourself,â and out of spite, gojo whines louder. if his legs kick against his mattress childishly, itâs nobodyâs business but his own. the love of his life just walked out of his lifeâ give him a break. âand dude, no shade but do you really not eat pussy? are you gay or somethinâ?â
âi am notââ he cuts himself off once the sound of his own voice echoes loudly in his lonely room. geto winces and gojo bites down on his tongue before sighing. âiâm not gay. i love women only. seriously. how does not eating pussy make me gay?â
the line goes quiet, and gojo can tell getoâs making that face he makes whenever heâs finding the right words to say without offending gojo. it ticks him off. âalright, lemme counter that question with one of my own. why donât you eat pussy?â
gojo pauses. he tightens his fingers around his pillow as the question ponders. he thinks about having received head in the back of his car once, the other time in the bathroom of some frat party, and another in some girlâs bedroom. from all memories, he draws a similar conclusionâ they always come onto him first.
âi dunno.â his lips fall into a pout, tracing patterns into his pillowcase with his index. âthey never really ask, so i never bothered. that canât be weird, right? all of my hookups have consisted of them pulling my pants down. why would i refuse? i get my nut and thatâs that.â
and because geto is genuinely never on his side, âsatoru . . . eugh.â some kind of best friend is he.
âwhat?!â he hisses in retaliation, glaring at his phone as if it would solve his issues. thereâs nothing he hates more than feeling judged. âyou fucking asked!â
âcalm the fuck down,â he hears geto rolling his eyes. the white haired man huffs, the blow of air pushing his bangs up before they fall back down. okay, maybe he should calm down. whatever. âso essentially what youâre saying is youâve never been put in a position where you could eat pussy?â
something like that, âsure.â gojo nods, and he doesnât understand why geto sighs.
âwhy do i even bother?â though the answer is clear, heâs pretty sure geto was talking to himself. gojo clicks his tongue, ready to bark back but geto beats him to it. âso tell her just thatâ itâs not that you wonât give head, itâs just that you havenât given head. which still blows me, but whatever.â
âhow? remember she blocked me on everything?â the thought makes gojo whine again, throwing his limbs all over his bed. he hits his phone, then opts to grab it. âis that not entitlement? i have to bend my back all over the damn place just to get her to talk to me again?â
âsatoru, youâve literally done the same thing. donât act like youâre above it,â geto chuckles and gojo hears shuffling in the background. the ravenette sighs in relief, and he assumes heâs now in his own bed. âbesides, you fuckinâ love women who give you challenges.â
and fuck, heâs really not wrong. âyeahhh, you know me so well.â he wipes a fake tear from his eye. he rolls over onto his back, âwelp, iâm gonna log into your insta to stalk her account. i miss her so much iâm literally gonna die.â
âsatoru.â geto warns him, but gojo is quicker than that. heâs already typing your name into the search bar, username memorized as if it were his cellphone number.âi swear to god if you accidentally like her shitââ
âthanks bestie, love ya lots!â and he hangs up the phone. and with a shit eating grin, he giggles, âtime to start lurking.â
â â
so itâs been months (read: four days) since he last seen you. heâs thankful youâre at least in two of his courses, so he has some sort of opportunity to reach you. heâd spent the last months (hours) stalking your page, viewing your stories to see if thereâd been any indicator that you missed him as badly as he missed you.
and all heâs gotten so far is that you spent friday out to dinner (with him) (it was just a mirror pic of your outfit but an outfit you wore on a date with him) (you love him so bad), you had a girlsâ night on saturday with shoko and utahime (he barely registered they were in the selfie) and sunday was a study sesh you had at the cafe across the college. he had to screenshot and zoom in to ensure there were no signs of living souls in the same booth as you.
he was still in the clear. whew.
and so monday morning falls, and heâs actually rushing to get to class for once (late but as expected). the one of two classes he shares with you. he hopes heâll find you sitting in your habitual seat, not too far up close yet not too far back, and he might pull the fire alarm if he spots anybody next to you.
heâs a man on a missionâ heâs going to talk to you today. he needs to be back in your good graces. there were many things he wanted to yap to you about, many places he thought of taking you over the weekend, many moments he wanted your soft lips back on his and your gentle hand back in his own.
he misses you, damn it.
there you sit, in all your glory, shining so bright in the middle of this depressing ass psychology course in the early hours of the butt fuck morning. he sees you twirling your pen in between your fingers, your cheek leaned into the palm of your handâ and nobody by your side.
if he rushes and trips over his feet momentarily to get to you in time, itâs nobodyâs business but his own (and the girl whoâs backpack laid useless on the floor. hazard much.)
he so much as plops into the seat as he does actually sit in it, and he watches as you jerk in surprise. though, the look of surprise is quickly replaced by aloofness. you feel differentâ not entirely closed off but not as welcoming as you usually are. youâre probably still done with him.
well itâs too damn bad heâs not done with you, âgood morning, princess.â
you blink at him, before nodding your head curtly. âmorning, gojo.â and you turn your focus back onto the professor. just like that, you shut down another conversation.
he doesnât like that, and so he pokes at your side and chews at his strawberry gum. âyou blocked me on everything.â
âi did.â you answer shortly, though your eyes never leave the professor. he cannot be that interesting, who actually gives a fuck about cognitive dissonance?
âseen this new bakery shop down the street.â he tries again. âwanted to take you but that was impossible because somebody blocked me.â
âi mean, you know where i live.â you shrug, writing whatever the fuck the professor had mentioned in your notebook. wait, what? you turn your head to see him gaping at you in confusion, and you smirk at his silence.
âcat got your tongue?â you quip, amused by his stillness. your eyes sparkle mischievously, though your smile isnât entirely full. donât tell him, youâve beenâ âtoo bad itâs not mine, though.â
ohhh, you cheeky brat.
âso. . . you were never really mad at me?â gojo blinks, his mind running miles a second. nothing was adding up, he was positively certain you were cutting ties with him. âthis whole time. you werenât mad about the pussy eating comment?â
âdonât get it twisted,â you raise a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. you lift a finger in the air before pointing at him, âyou,â and then pointing at yourself âand i are done. we can still be cool but iâm not wasting my time with no bitchârespectfully.â
âso you are mad?â he asks again, disregarding the bitch comment. he knows what heâs supposed to sayâ to clarify the situation, to make it known that itâs not like heâs repulsed by the idea of giving headâ but you make it so hard to stay on track when youâre acting defiant.
suguru was rightâ he does love a challenge.
âmad?â you giggle, and gojo leans back in his seat. damn, youâre confusing. stone cold one minute but all giggly the next. itâs cool, heâll figure you out. âi ainât trippinâ babyâ if you donât wanna eat it then donât. another man definitely will.â
huh, âoh?â his eyes narrow just slightly, though the smirk on his lips never falter. he ignores the way his stomach just dropped to his ass at your implicationâ there is no way in hell is he letting another man have you. not when heâs still alive and breathing. âif you think iâm letting that happen, youâve got another thing cominâ.â
âeverything seems to be coming but me,â you bat your lashes, and damn he fell right into that one. you drop your pen down, giving him one last smile before redirecting your focus to the professor before you. âthe real question is what do you plan on doing âbout that?â
you give him no time to respond, and itâs not like he thinks he would be able to, as you begin to pack your belongings into your tote bag. youâre leaving and he barely got to say what heâd been memorizing all weekend. oh well, at least he now knows you havenât entirely cut him off.
if he doesnât knows better, it feels like you want him to chase after you.
god, he thinks heâs in love.
â â
gojo satoru is amazing at everything. there truly isnât something he can do that wonât come out spectacular. heâs gifted, that he knows much, and itâs difficult to stay humble when heâs constantly reminded of so.
âi can easily do this shit.â he mumbles to himself, cerulean eyes narrowing into focus at the bright lit screen of his ipad. his airpods are in, and heâs gonna be completely honestâ the pornstarâs screaming is starting to get on his nerve. however, heâs always been an exceptional student and when itâs time to lock in, itâs time to lock in.
his legs feel as though theyâve fallen asleep in the criss-cross position heâs been sat in on his bed for the past two hours. irrelevant, he decides as he picks at his bottom lip with his fingers. his device is running hot with how long itâs been since it last caught a break, but he had bigger issues to worry about. so, basically all he has to do is spread open her lips and go to town until she squirts? sounds simple enough.
he watches as the guy begins motorboating into the girlâs pussy andâ âdamn, that looks like it hurts.â a grimace creeps onto his face as the guy repeatedly goes ham on swollen red lips. heâs got half a mind telling him that the moans the girlâs letting out are entirely out of agony and not pleasure.
âaaaalrighty,â gojo speaks up, though to himself. ânext video, that shit was ass. pussy hurts just thinkinâ bout it, eugh.â
he finds an amateur video, and the thumbnail seemed intimate enough. after an agonizing ad of âwant a quick break from the ads?ïżœïżœïżœ, the video begins. the upper half of the womanâs body is cut out of frame, but sheâs laid onto her side, her backside in view. her top leg lifted just slightly, the man lays on his stomach and spreads them apart further and begins to lick.
he dives his tongue inside her cunt, not too sloppy, and gently works his way in. his thumb is caressing at her puckered forbidden zone, always gently, as his tongue glides up and down her labia.
gojo gulps. the girl makes soft sounds, hand coming down to play her the manâs hair, and he proceeds eat her out skillfully. her back arches, she whines and begs for more, and he never loses control. at some point, the hand that focused on her asshole moves up to grip at her cheeks, thus spreading her pussy lips further. sheâs already wet from a mixture of fluids, and the sound it creates is so damn obscene.
gojo gulps again, and his sweats feel tight.
before his mind can even allow it, heâs thinking of you. he thinks of you on your side, legs spread open for his disposition as he brings you this same pleasure. as he lays himself on his stomach, munching at your pussy in ways thatâll have you squirming all over his bed, squeezing your plush thighs around his head and begging for him to give you more.
he thinks of how good youâd smellâ how good youâd taste. he thinks of how nice you smell whenever you wrap your arms around his neck and he follows suit around your waist. he thinks of how sweet your lips taste when youâre straddling his thighs and slipping your tongue in his mouth.
pheromones are a crazy thing. your scent lingering in his car alone drives him insane. heâs so prone to boners around you, itâs like heâs a dog youâve trained.
and now heâs thinking he wants you in this very bed at this very instance, ipad be damned, pussy spread open so he can feast. so he can relish the sounds you make as you call out his name, enamoured by the way his tongue would flick at your clit and break open that dam of water right onto his face.
âshit.â he chucks his ipad onto the floor, cradling his head into the palms of his hands. how had he not ever wanted to do this before?
â â
he doesnât expect you to pick up. itâs far past two in the morning on a thursday night, and heâs missing you. badly. he misses you and your sweet smile. he misses you and your smart mouth. he misses you and the way your lips move so fluidly against his own, as if they were made for one another.
he really doesnât expect you to pick up.
itâs around the fifth ring that he hears your honeyed voice, âhi.â his eyes widen as he sits up from his bed in a hurry. talk about a damn surprise.
âhey.â he says back lamely, because of course he does. he feels the corner of his lips tugging into a smile and his heart is beating wildly against his rib cage. âdidnât think youâd answer.â
âmhm. so whatâd you call me for?â you sound tired, and he wonders if youâd been sleeping when he called. somehow, the thought makes his stomach churn at the implication you cut off hours of sleep for him.
âjust wanted to hear your voice.â gojo answers as honestly as he can, leaning down to rest his back back into the mattress of his bed. he shuts his eyes and imagines his arm falling asleep underneath your head, using him as a pillow. âbeen missinâ you.â
âyou literally see me every other day at school,â heâs graced with the harmonious sounds of your giggles, and he can already picture the way your shoulders shake as dimples curve into your cheeks. âyâre so fuckinâ clingy.â
he supposes he is, canât even find it in him to disagree. youâve been plaguing his mind since you cut him off (question mark) last week. he wasnât sure what kind of ban you were putting on him, but heâs been tiptoeing around his relationship with you for too long. the absence of your presence in the way he craves is driving him nuts. he misses you, damn it.
a longing sigh rips from his throat, âcanât help that i miss that ass,â he jokes instead because talking about feelings and vulnerability is wrong. âyou still owe me a goodbye kiss, yâknow? just left a poor guy hanginâ, rude.â
âhmm,â you hum lazily and he isnât sure what to expect. heâs just talking out of his ass, wants to restore that playful banter you guys had prior to this whole pussy eating messâ which heâd gladly now get on his knees and rock your fucking world. âlike i said already, you know where i live.â
âyou got one more time to say that before i show up at your doorstep for real,â gojo tests the waters, and swings his legs off his bed. heâs waiting for a sign, confirmation, anything to ensure you were being serious. late night be damned, he will show up to your door and flip your shit right then and there.
âthe fuck i gotta repeat myself for?â you sigh, and gojoâs slipping his shoes on. heâs wasting no more time, he wants you right now. âif you really missed me you would have been come see me. youâre all talk.â
âso when i yell at your doorstep to lemme eat it, donât start lookinâ at me crazyâiâm warning ya.â and with that he hangs up. heâs not leaving any more room for debates, enoughâs enough. and shit, when the fuck had he gotten bricked?
he grabs his keys and slams his door close.
â â
youâre looking at him like he grew an extra head on his shoulders overnight. heâs looking at you like the tee you have on your body decimated his entire bloodline. thereâs a heavy silence between you both, as if either one of you are expecting the other to make the first move.
âyou actually came.â you blink in mild shock, neck craning up to look him dead in the eye. heâs panting heavily, he mightâve ran here the second he could, but how could he not have?
âenough games, baby.â gojo answers instead and takes a step into your apartment. you back up in retaliation, and he takes another close step. you stay still this time. his hands sneak below the hem of your shirt and slide up to your bare waist, grabbing onto the plush flesh. you feel jolts of electricity imbedded into your skin with every lingering touch. âlemme eat it, come on. please?â
âoh?â you cock an eyebrow, raising a hand to press your palm flat against the plane of his chest. you feel his heartbeat thudding wildly. âand here i thought you were too good to stoop as low as giving women head.â
gojo clicks his tongue and tightens his hold on you. âi never said that.â
âyou basically did.â you bite back, tilting your head to the side. you see his nostrils flare a bit, âor does that rule apply with just me?â
âif it did, would i be here at three in the morning begging to eat your pussy?â gojo rolls his eyes. you open your mouth but snap it back shut and gojo decides you conceded. he lifts you from the ground and places you on his shoulder, ignoring your âput me down!â and opts to shut you up with a firm slap on your ass.
your cheeks jiggle from the impact, and his dick twitches in his briefs. as he suspected, youâve got no bottoms onâ just a cute pair of pink lace panties he wants to tear apart with his teeth. animalistic is what you make him.
âso. . . which one is your room?â he finds himself in the corridor, arm wrapped around the back of your knees. you fall limp in his hold, defeatedly as your arm lifts to point at the door at the end of the hall. he smirks and rubs at your booty, âatta girl. look at ya beinâ all obedient and shit.â
âshut up.â you huff, and he would bet a million dollars youâve got that adorable pout on your lips. the one you make whenever you donât get something done the way you planned.
your bedroom is everything he expected from you, fits your personality just about right. butârespectfully, fuck your bedroom. heâs got bigger issues to address, and that can only be done with your panties on the floor and a mouth full of your cunt. his dick is twitching uncontrollably at the thought of it alone.
âif you drop me on this bed, i swear iâm gonna kill you.â tilting your head, you warn him once he stands next to the edge of your bed frame. though a moot point, because if you know gojo as well as you think you do, youâre about to meet your duvets face first.
âmhm, what was that?â cupping a hand behind his ear, he pretends innocence then proceeds to do exactly what you warned him not to do. him and his long ass limbs, manhandling you all over the damn place as if its in his birthright. and no, it does not make your cunt clench, despite your thighs rubbing one against another. âsorry shortie, think i missed what you said.â
when youâre finally able to gain composure, you sit up on your elbows and furrow your brows in the nastiest scowl you can muster. he stands right above you, his frame so large it both annoys and turns you on. âgojo, you stupid fuckingââ
you want to slap the smile off his face. âyeah, yeah.â he cuts you off, before leaning down to hover over you. his arms are pinned at your side, upper body pressing against yours. you feel the weight of his hips pressing into your legs, and so you widen the space. he fits in just as perfectly as youâd imagined he would. the tip of his nose brushes yours, biceps flexing in your peripherals. you feel his breath fanning at your cupidâs bow, warm yet it leaves shivers creeping at your spine.
âthink you owe me somethinâ, princess.â his voice comes out in a low growl, from the depths of his chest. his presence is so dominatingâ his bulge pressed right up against your aching cunt, the feel of his heartbeat right against yours. it all feels dizzying, the scent of his cologne filling up your nostrils and clouding any better sense of judgement.
heâs teasing youâ leans in, brushes his soft lips against yours and watches as you lean forward to capture them but pulls away just in nick of time. he loves every one of your facial expressions, especially that adorable scowl of yours. he canât wait to see the faces you make when youâre in absolute bliss.
he tilts his head just slightly, practically mouthing the words into your parted mouth. and with a low chuckle, he speaks, âif you want it, take it.â
you mightâve folded first, but he kisses you back just as eagerly, lips moulding into one another. you feel him sigh into your mouth, as if youâd relieved him of all stresses weighing on his shoulders. you lift a hand to cup at the back of his neck, fingernails scratching at the undercut at his nape.
gojo shudders beneath your touch, rolling his hips deeper into yours and relishes in the way you moan softly into his mouth. he wants to drink up every single sound you make, wants to discover your bodyâs sensitive spots and maneuver them into making a mess out of you.
your neck soon begins to ache, and almost as if he can read your mind, pushing deeper into you as you fall back onto your bed. he never takes his lips off of yoursâ not when the hold in his hair lowers in favour to grip at his biceps or stroke his back, not even when your legs wrap tightly at his waist. at a particular grind, you moan louder than any other sound youâd made all night, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
âgojo,â you whine into his mouth, fingers clawing at his compression tee. he continues to roll his bulge into your clothed cunt, aiming at that spot that has you arching your back off the bed and into him. he grips a hand tightly at your plush thigh, his hold so hard youâre certain heâll leave bruises. âyou said y-youâd eat it. be a man of your, ngh, word.â
âyeah, thatâs right,â he pulls away finally, a thin string of saliva connecting both your lips. he pecks at your kiss bitten lips, the dazed look in your eyes igniting a fire deep in his gut. âgotta keep my promiseâ canât keep my baby waitinâ too long,â you feel his lips trail from the corner of your lips to the slope of your jaw, âshe gets all cranky anâ pissy.â from the column on your neck to your collarbone, âstarts gettinâ all mean with me.â
âoh my gosh, shut up!â you complain, though your hold on him tightens. you feel the vibrations of his chuckles at your jugular, followed by a deep plunge on his teeth at the thin layer of skin and another agonizingly slow grind against your clit. âfuckinââ shitâ hurry up already!â
âtsk, see what i mean?â gojo tuts, hands sliding down the curves at your torso. you feel his large fingers play with the material of your panties, rolling the lace between forefingers. the contrast of the coolness of his rings against your heated skin adds a strange stimulation to your senses. âso mouthy, âm gonna have to do somethinâ about that.â
âiâm mouthy?â you squawk, watching as he lifts your tee up from your body. he taps wordlessly at your waist and you understand to remove the article of clothing. you chuck the tee across the room, before redirecting your focus on the man peppering wet kisses all over your stomach. it leaves butterflies rattling inside. âyou literally cannot shut the fuck upâ whatâs the hold up? awe, donât tell me you canât walk the talk?â
he pauses for a bit. he doesnât let himself fall bait for your words. youâre just being brattyâ all hot and bothered and canât properly ask for what you need. you donât have to worry, heâs here entirely for your pleasure. he isnât even thinking about the way his cock throbs painfully in his boxers, doesnât even attempt to relieve it at all.
and so, he kneels at the edge of the bed. with two large hands cupping at your hips, he pulls you closer to him and rests your thighs on his shoulders. he watches as your chest rises up and down, and you prop yourself back onto your elbows.
your eyes are misty, your lips swollen and wet, your hair a mess and your neck littered in marks that scream gojo. you already look fucked out and he hadnât done shit. god, he canât wait to stuff his face between your thighs.
âi got you baby,â he drags his index finger right in the center of your cunt. he can both feel and see the material dampen with your arousal, your hips squirming as you chase for more. he licks his lips as he narrows in on the treasure, he swears he hears his stomach growling. âpromise i do. just relax for me, yeah?â
âwhatever.â you mumble, and comply to his order. he calls you a good girl, before stroking at your clit some more. the reactions you give will forever be imprinted in his mind, fleeting touches already granting him the opportunity to hear your delicate voice once more. you may be impatient but gojo is worse, and he decides that he wants to see your cunt now. he pushes your panties to the side, and the sight heâs rewarded with nearlyâ nearly, had him cumming right on two knees.
gojo gulps. âholy shit,â he feels his voice waver in excitement, eyes widened as he stares dead on. your cunt clenches around nothing from the switch of temperature, oozing more of your arousal down to your sheets. your pussy lips are puffy, clit sitting atop so prettily and damn, he wants to hump something.
he isnât sure why but you try to close your thighs together, rude much, though gojo is much stronger. he keeps them spread wide, and shoots you a look. âdo not.â
âtsk.â you click your tongue, looking away. and, oh, are you shy? âstop staring, you fuckinâ weirdo.â
heâs too far enamoured by the slick dribbling from your tiny hole down the crack of your ass. it trickles so tauntingly, that he finds himself nearly jealous. he wishes he could be thereâ oh wait, âjust appreciatinâ my meal before i eat, sue me.â
the pad of his thumb collects your juices before popping it into his mouth. âwow,â he mumbles, more so to himself, at your taste bursting onto his taste buds. itâs so undoubtedly you, a raw and truthful you, and he gives you no warning before diving right in.
âfuckkk,â you throw your head back, hand flying to grab at the nearest thing in your vicinityâ which so happens to be tousled, fluffy hair.
so, first time for everything right? but gojo maneuvers his way into your pussy as if heâd done this before. he starts off with kitten licks, teasing you some more before flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down your lips. he swallows and moans into your cunt, fingers digging deep into the back of your thighs.
heâs practically making out with your pussy. he doesnât neglect any area, not even the clit surprisingly, as he latches his lips to the bundle of nerves and lightly nibbles. now that has your back arching and pushing his head deeper into you. if there was a way to go in life, heâd gladly take this death.
heâs so painfully hard it hurts, unable to control the way his hips grind against the bed frame. your scent is driving him feral, the way you tug on his hair harshly has his balls tightening and the way you cry out his name makes him want to imprint his name inside of you.
âs-satoru!â oh god, youâve done it. you finally said his first name and heâs this close to painting his briefs white in shame. he continues to flick his tongue inside your hole and similar strokes to his humping. âyouâre doinâ sâgooddd baby, shit!â
keep praising him and heâs gonna bust. he lifts himself away from your pussy, eyeing the gooey center almost offensively, âwhy the fuck do you taste so good?â he lands a wad of spit down, as he brings two digits to properly rub his saliva into your essence. the sounds it produces are so wet, itâs damn near filthy. he clicks his tongue, âseriously. âs makinâ me mad almost.â he slaps at your cunt twice, watching how your spray down his wrist.
âyou s-sure this is your first, hnng, time?â you accuse, to the best of your abilities, as you feel him slip a finger in. youâre so lubricated, the slip inside was easy. pushing past that first ring of muscle, heâs pumping in and out of your cunt with precision, curling his digit as if heâs aiming to find a specific area. âyâknow too muchâ mmph, fuckinâ liar.â
when he thrusts into a specific angle, your thighs tremble terribly around his head. he smirks, found it. âwatched a lotta porn.â and he isnât lying, he thinks back to how he studied the arts of cunningulus, and recalls the double combo. he has to try it, so heâs back to sucking and nibbling at your clit while adding an extra finger inside.
âoh my goddd,â you whine, feeling your limbs liquify in heat from every extremity. he pushes your knee further into your chest, and so you grab ahold of both your thighs. he hums approvingly, dragging his free hand along the soft skin of your legs. âdonâtâ donât stop, please donât stop,â
your toes are curled, back off the mattress and the pain in his scalp is shooting straight down to his cock. heâs rutting and rutting into the wooden frame, the flat surface painfully teasing though it does do the job. or maybe he has you to blame.
he feels saliva dripping down his chin, the way his tongue slides into your folds and feels his knuckles in there. his fingers move in scissoring motions, rotating circles, in and outâ all the while repeatedly attacking your golden spot.
you severely underestimated him, and can barely process the orgasm that rips through you when he presses a hand onto your lower belly, ââm cumming, fuck, ngh, donât stopââ and you wail, fingernails clawing intensely into his tresses, torn between pushing him away and pulling him in closer. he decides to make that decision for you, stuffing himself as deep as possible to not miss a single drop, and your thighs clench against his ears.
so, gojo satoru is a shameless man. as you flood into his mouth and onto his face, grinding out your orgasm and using him as nothing but a toy for your own highâ somewhere along the lines, he feels his briefs are sticky. he moans sluttily into your pussy, hips twitching incessantly as his cock shoots loads of nut into his boxers.
it feels like an eternity yet simultaneously a second when youâve come down from your high, body twitching as gojo slows down his movements, his finger pumps gradually lessening in intensity and the kitten licks on your abused clit coming to a halt.
his face is soaked. his skin feels moist and damp, a thick air of humidity beginning to grow in the room, but he genuinely couldnât care less. his eyes are stuck on you, limbs sprawled out limply against your bed, your chest heaving, tiny breaths coming out of your mouth.
he slides out his aching fingers, and pops them back in his mouth, tongue wrapping around his digits so eagerly, basking in your taste once more. absolutely divine,
âchrist, iâd make a nasty pornstar.â

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â A LOVE TRIANGLE GONE RIGHT ?! REPORTING FROM THE SET OF THE HIT SHOW JUJUTSU KAISEN ! â
⧠pairing: actors!satoru gojo and suguru geto x actor!reader
⧠summary: rumors swirl about a love triangle between you and your two heart throb co-stars on the set of jujutsu kaisen. except in this case, you and your two co-stars are happily dating. but what happens when you get casted in a movie where they want you to have a PR relationship with your co-star? especially when your boyfriends find out who it isâ
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, a lot of smut, no curses, modern au, jjk is a tv show, actor au, yes the actors and characters have the same names lol, reader is dating both of them, funny interview hijinxs, this is kind a lot of crack, jealous! gojo + geto, sukuna is here lmao, innuendos, oral (f + m), fingering (f! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), semi-exhibitionism, face sitting (f! receiving), multiple positions, multiple orgasms, sex (p in v), double penetration, creampie, multiple rounds, swearing, fanart by @ / _3aem
⧠wc: 17,900
âReporters say the love triangle between the actors Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto and their co-star has become even more shrouded in mystery than the show itself!â an influencer reports on your social media of gchoice that morning, nearly vibrating from assumedly her three espressos, âthe stars of Jujutsu Kaisen, the fantasy horror drama series written by Gege Akutami have been embroiled in dating scandals over the last few weeksââ your phoneâs notifications cut the audio from the video for a moment until you switch it to silent, âafter being spotted leaving Suguru Getoâs loft just two nights ago, she was then seen having a lunch rendezvous with Satoru GojoââÂ
You lock your phone, rubbing your temples, as the device nearly had an aneurysm from your social media notifications â buzzing itself off your dining room table and into an early death. Your agent was going to have a field day with this, and the main event is going to be your murder.Â
âWhat are they saying about us now?â Suguru sighs, as he emerges out of the shower in only a towel wrapped around his waist, steam rolling out of the bathroom, as you offer him a coffee, his fingers brushing yours as he takes a sip, âmy agent is demanding I call himâ and Iâd like to know what weâve done now before he kills me,â he says, though he continues to sip his coffee nonchalantly, unbefuddled by the thought of his death.Â
âOi oi, calm down, shouldnât you be more upset at the reporters than me?â Satoru comes from the bedroom, âNanamin, just take care of it. Tell them weâre just friends if they ask you â do me a favor and pay off the reporter who got a picture of us kissingââ and you nearly snort at the thought of Nanami Kento doing any sort of favor for Satoru.Â
âYou let him kiss you?â Suguru raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips, as your cheeks burn, rolling your eyes.Â
âNot so much âletâ as he just kissed me without a second thought,â you shake your head, drinking your coffee as Satoru continues to bicker with Nanami, âI told him I thought I saw paparazzi butââÂ
âSatoru is do first, ask questions never,â Suguru sighs, but still the smirk remains, as he leans closer to you, his large palm against the back of your chair, âyou never let me kiss you in public,âÂ
And youâre resisting the urge to bite your lip, âYou know better â look at what Satoruâs done nowââÂ
âAnd was it worth it, Princess?â Your mind wanders to the kiss â Satoruâs hand against the nape of your neck, his lips sliding against yours, the faint taste of the strawberry cake he had for dessert lingering on his tongue and now yours, and the sticky heat that settled over your body from the too humid night air and his warmth leeching onto your skin, and the eyes watching his need for you made it all the moreâ
âMaybe,â you mumble, choosing to sip at your drink as Satoru cut off your conversation with his own.Â
âJust deal with it, Nanami, thatâs why I hired you after all, huh?â He earns a swear from Nanami for the claim that he âhiredâ him in any way whatsoever, and then his lips curl. âNo they arenât here with meââ the bespectacled man shouts from the other line, âeh? What do you mean I look and sound like a man who only lies?â And then heâs hanging up, running a hand through his hair, a pout on his lips, âI was supposed to wake up to the two of you, not Nanamiâs tirade,â he groans, as he makes his way over to you, only to wrap his arms around you from behind.Â
âWell, it is your fault, Satoru,â Suguru smirks over the rim of his cup, âsomeone couldnât keep their hands to themselvesââÂ
âJealous, Suguru?â he replies, as he presses a kiss to your neck, âjealous that our princess is much more affectionate with me,âÂ
Suguru cuts you off, âmore like she babies you,â and Satoruâs face sours into a scowl, âif she had stayed at my apartment for the week, this wouldnât haveââÂ
âAnd then they would have seen me coming to your place, and what good would that do?âÂ
âGuysââ you try to speak, but youâre cut off again.Â
Suguru tilts his head with a small grin, âAre you lonely? Why donât you find someonââÂ
âStop, guys,â you couldnât take this bickering this early in the morning, though you had grown used to it, âwe have bigger problems to deal with than your egos,â you sigh, rising from Satoruâs grip even as he pouts, âwe have to be more careful,âÂ
âBut how? Weâve already cut down our appearances together for behind the scenes and even stopped going out for dinner or dates,â Satoru pouts, running a hand through his hair, ânext thing youâll want to break up,âÂ
âThatâs not gonna happen,â you flick Satoru on the forehead, âbut we have to do something, otherwise our agents will have us murdered,âÂ
âAnd Nanami will join them for sport,â Suguru adds, and you snort, finally finishing your drink, before he walks over to you, fingers under your chin, âso whatâs your idea, sweetheart?âÂ
âJust take a break for a few weeks until the public finds something else to fixate on,â you sigh, âwhile the episodes air, all weâre going to get is more attention,âÂ
âWe could just take a trip,â Satoru offers, âI own a private islandââÂ
âOf course you do,â Suguru says, and Satoru only chuckles.Â
âBeing envious doesnât become you, Suguru,â the snow haired actor clicks his tongue at him, before heâs pulling you into his arms, âwe could go for a few days, get away from all the noise,âÂ
âItâs a good idea, but youâre forgetting one thing, Satoru,â Suguru tilts his head, âwonât they notice if we all go on vacation at the same time?âÂ
âPlus we have interviews to do in the coming week,â you remind Satoru, and heâs sighing, burying his face in the crook of your neck, âbut maybe we can go after?âÂ
âUnless you get that role,â Satoru mumbles against your skin, pressing sweet kisses to the nape of your neck, âhave you heard anything yet?âÂ
You shake your head, a sigh stuck in your throat, âItâs a long shot. This is such a big role and itâs for the lead,â and Suguru is finding his way to you, warm fingers cupping your cheek.Â
âThey would be lucky to have you â do you know how many people say you were their favorite character? They were ready to fight me and Satoru for you,â he adds with a chuckle, lips ghosting over the swell of your cheek, âI think they would beat us with sheer numbers,âÂ
âNah, Iâd win,â Satoru says, and you snort, rolling your eyes, âbut heâs right princess, how crazy would they have to be not to cast you?âÂ
âThereâs so many other talented people up for the roleââÂ
âThereâs always going to be someone else,â Suguru cuts you off gently, as his fingers find yours, lacing with yours so perfectly you wondered if itâs what they were made for, âbut that doesnât mean youâre any less valuable or incredible,âÂ
âAnd youâre already far more talented than you give yourself credit for,â Satoru adds, âbut when do you get the role, inevitably,â Suguru smirks at him, âwhen would shooting begin?âÂ
âProbably just after our press wraps for season two,â you lean into their touch, âthey still havenât casted the two leads, but apparently both are down to the final audition,â and youâre pressing nosing Satoruâs cheek, before pressing a chaste kiss to Suguruâs nose, âand thatâs why weâll have to cool it for the next few weeks, ok?âÂ
But you donât â or rather they donât.Â
âWho is Satoru GojoâsâŠâ Satoru rips off the tape off the cardboard printout of Googled questions, âfavorite actor to work with?âÂ
âWe all know the answer to that,â Suguru replies with a sigh, his eyes sliding to you, and you roll your own.Â
âLook whoâs talking â these two are obsessed with each other,â and Satoru has a shit eating grin, sitting back and watching the two of you argue, âthe two of you are soulmates â and Iâm not talking about your characters,â
âDonât go there,â Suguru scoffs, and you tilt your head, lips curling, as your gaze meets his.Â
âAre you begging?â and you canât help the way your tone bites back, falling far over the line of playful teasing and into blatant flirting, and you can only hope the camera plays off the dark glint in Suguruâs gaze as he smirks as teasing rather than what you know it is â lustful.Â
âYouâre both wrong anyway,â Satoru cuts in, âobviously my favorite actor to work with is Megumi!âÂ
And you and Suguru both snort, words falling from your lips in unison, âPoor Megumi,âÂ
âEhhh? What do you mean by that?â And Satoru smacks you both playfully with the piece of cardboard an intern probably painfully put together before tossing it away.Â
âWhat happened to Suguru GetoâŠ.â in Jujutsu Kaisen?â Suguru reads.Â
âDead,â you and Satoru answer in unison, and Suguru raises an eyebrow.Â
âYou both are a walking spoiler,â and you gape at Suguru.Â
âThey asked, and heâs the spoiler warning â he read ahead and told me that his characterââ and Suguru covers your mouth, looking the camera dead in the eye.Â
âYouâre welcomeâow!â And he pulls his hand away, âdid you just bite me?âÂ
âYou werenât complaining last night,â Satoru says, earning a whack to the face with the cardboard printout from Suguru, âwhen you tried to steal her snacksââÂ
And you werenât really helping either.Â
âDo you think of yourself as a heartthrob?*â You ask Satoru, hooked up to a lie detector, the polygraph examiner studying the results closely, as Suguru didnât bother biting back his smile.Â
âWell, I wouldnât say Iâm notââÂ
âItâs a yes or no question, Satoru,â you cut him off as he sighs dramatically, running a hand through his snowy locks.Â
âThen Iâll have to say yes,â and heâs winking at the camera, and youâre snorting, looking at the lie detector reader.Â
âItâs the truth,â he says simply and the examiner nods, and you scoff, as Satoru only pouts at you.Â
âHave you ever,â Suguru lets a chuckle escape his lips, âlook at fan accounts for yourself? I can answer this one, yes he does, Iâve watched him do itââÂ
Satoru scoffs, doubling down, âcan you blame me? My fans do such wonderful editsââÂ
âAnd inflate your ego to a catastrophic sizeââ and Satoru is reaching across the table to cover your mouth.Â
âBe careful she bites,â Suguru warns, leaning back in his chair, as you grin against Satoruâs hand, and he shrugs, lips curling.Â
âDonât worry, I like it,âÂ
The examiner nods, âthatâs the truth.âÂ
âWeâll start out tame,â you say, as you look at the list of thirst tweets in front of you and choosing one of the moreâŠhinged ones, âSuguru Geto, I would let you kill me like the monkey I am, and Iâd thank you for it,â and you show the tweet, âmonkey emoji covering their face,âÂ
âThatâs a tame one?â Suguru covers half his face with his hand, much like the emoji, âwhat the **** are the wild ones?â And you open your mouth to reply and he cuts you off, âI donât want to know,âÂ
âSweetheart, Iâll read one for you next,â and Satoru scans his list, and he clears his throat, holding out his hand to you, your name on his lips, âthe only way I could die happy ever is if I suffocated when you sat on my face,âÂ
And heat climbs your face at his words, a single chuckle giving way to full laughter, â***, thatâs a lot of pressure to put on meââÂ
âAnd on them,â Satoru adds, and youâre glaring at him only to dissolve into giggles, âI can't blame them. It wouldnât be a bad way to go,âÂ
âItâs my turn,â Suguru scans the list and grimaces, âI donât want to read this,â and then he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs, âIâd let Satoru Gojo **** me, spit in my mouth, and make my daddy issues worse, and Iâd thank him for it, respectfully,âÂ
And youâre doubled over in laughter by the time he gets to the end of his monotone reading, while Satoru only grins at the camera, leaning against the table, as he pulls his sunglasses on only to tilt them down his nose.Â
âIâm available.âÂ
No, this press junket did not help at all.Â
âFuck,â you grumble, propping yourself on your elbow, your knuckles pressed to your lips, âhow are we still trending? Aren't there other things to talk about?âÂ
âStop checking it, itâs only making you crazy,â Suguru sighs, collapsing next to you on the couch, his hand thrown over the top of the couch, before it slips down behind you, warm palm resting on your hip, âthereâs nothing you can do,âÂ
âMy agent said sheâs definitely going to get news on whether I got the part tomorrow â and tomorrow is when the last episode of the season is airing, and whenââÂ
âThe scene with Kenjaku at the end, I know,â Suguru presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, âthink I could pull off stitches?â He drags a finger across his forehead teasingly.Â
âIf youâre asking for a lobotomy, I always wanted to try doing one,â Satoru walks in from the shower, hair still damp, as he squeezes on your other side, âPrincess, you can be my nurse, hm?âÂ
âDid you already have one?â Suguru bites back, and Satoru doesnât reply, burying his face in the crook of your neck, âsheâs still worried about tomorrow,âÂ
âDonât you know thereâs no such thing as bad publicity?â Satoru presses a sweet kiss to your neck.Â
âNot when theyâre speculating if Iâm dating or cheating on one or both of you,â you shake your head, âwhat if the director thinks Iâm a liability?âÂ
âIf the director thinks youâre a liability after seeing your work and meeting you, then heâs clearly blind,âÂ
You flick his sunglasses down, âcan you say that four eyes?âÂ
âDonât you mean six eyes?â Satoru sticks his tongue out at him, and Suguruâs fingers find yours, laced hands against your thigh, âwhatever happens, happens â you know your worth,âÂ
âAnd your worth is far too high for you â only I could afford it,â he wiggled his eyebrows, and you shove Satoru, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you against him, his lips grazing the soft skin behind your ear, âhow much?âÂ
âFor you? A billion dollars,â and his lips find yours in a kiss, lazy but warm, heat from his touch spreading like a flames carried by the wind.Â
âThat all? What a bargain,â Satoru pulls a breath away, his lips curled in a grin, only for Suguruâs fingers to cup your chin and make you turn around.Â
Deep purple irises you grew lost in, his thumb dragging down your kiss bitten lips, âand for our princess?â He hums, lips grazing yours teasingly, âa steal,âÂ
âWell, you both stole my heart so you might as well have the rest,â and Suguruâs lips finally find yours in a real kiss, deep and full, until your mind is filled with nothing but him â and Satoru, whose lips ghost over your shoulder and collarbone and hands slip under your shirt, warm palms against your far too heated skin, âfuckââ youâre sighing, melting agaisnt them, âSugu, Toru,â youâre whining already, drawing smirks to both of their lips.Â
âLet us take care of you, sweetheart,â Satoru whispers, lips finding your earlobe and sucking at the sensitive skin, and Suguru pulls away from your kiss for a moment, a string of spit connecting your lips.Â
âWeâll get your mind off things, Princess,â and his fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, âall night long.âÂ
And they do, they keep their promise â the three of you falling into bed in a jumble of limbs, and you forget until the next morning.Â
And in the morningâyou get the call, âokay, thank you,â you hang up, still between mussed sheets and arms wrapped around your waist, âI got it!âÂ
âHeh, I knew you would,â Satoru mumbles, burying his face in your side, âIâm so proud of you, baby,âÂ
âHm? Proud of her for what?â Suguru murmurs, half asleep, black locks strewn around his head like a halo.Â
âI got the role, Sugu,â you lean down and kiss his nose, and heâs grinning wide, fingers winding into the back of your head to pull into a kiss, âyouâre looking at the leading actor of a movie,âÂ
âYouâre going to be in demand now, Princess,â Suguru says, dragging a thumb down your lips, âwill you still make time for us?âÂ
âOf course, always â youâll visit me on set right?â
âYou sure, sweetheart? Maybe youâll be too busy for us,â Satoru leans up and presses a kiss on your neck.Â
âMaybe for you,â and heâs pouting, and you lean down to kiss his pout away, and then you get an email, âoh itâs the casting sheet for the other roles,â you scan the list, âoh,âÂ
ââOh?ââ Suguru raises an eyebrow.Â
âThe male lead, heâs someone we know,â you sigh, rubbing your temples, âand Iâm already getting a headache,âÂ
Satoru furrows his brow, as the two of them lean over your shoulders to look â Satoru scowling and Suguru glaring at your screen, as they say his name at the same time â as if summoning him from the underworld.Â
âSukuna?âÂ
Ryomen Sukuna was both famous and infamous in the industry â famous for his portrayals of villains and antiheroes alike, ability to make you despise the enemy to the point of near or blatant admiration, and his skill of stepping into each role and taking it as his own. And he lives in infamy for, well, what happens between takes of the camera.Â
âLook any longer and Iâll have you thrown off set, brat,â Sukuna says, without a glance at you, newspaper in hand as if he was pulled from thirty years ago, his phone seemingly laying discarded on a nearby. The P.A.s nearby cower a few feet away, trying to look preoccupied, as their terror has fully set in of this man.Â
Or should you say monster?
âI see the stick up your ass makes you as pleasant as ever,â you mutter, and you donât see that it earns you a smirk from him, his dark gaze takes over you, earning a glare from you, ânow whoâs staring?âÂ
He leans against the arm of his chair, âI was just noticing how lovely the view is without those two pests hanging on your every word,â and youâre rolling your eyes.Â
âJealous?âÂ
âOf your little throuple? No,â he smirks, rising from his chair, hands sliding into his pockets as he brushes by you, âbecause unlike those two,â he pauses, voice dropping to a whisper, âI know how to satisfy a woman on my own,âÂ
And you grit your teeth, holding your tongue â your relationship with Satoru and Suguru was a badly kept secret on the set or Jujutsu Kaisen, but it never was a problem â until now.Â
You follow behind him, heading to the directorâs trailer for your meeting before rehearsals began.Â
âYou want us to what?âÂ
âWe spoke to your agents, and they agreed with us that it would be good publicity for the two of you to pretend to be a couple during the filming and leading up to production,â the director leans back in his seat, âit shouldnât be a problem â the two of you have worked together before right?âÂ
You canât hide your aghast expression in time, not before Sukuna glances at your face and sees the horror, and it puts a rare grin on his lips, âIâm in, whatâs a little more acting?âÂ
Youâre swallowing thickly, eyes flitting over Sukunaâs smug grin so fast you only hoped your gaze was sharp enough to cut, âCan I please speak to you privately?âÂ
And Sukuna gets up from the edge of the table he leaned against, flashing you a wry grin, âsee you out there, sweetheart,â and you wished you could rip out his heart and show him how very sweet you were â but you bite your tongue, waiting for the door to swing shut, âIââÂ
âDo you know part of the reason we choose you over the other actor vying for your role?â The director cuts you off, arms crossed over his chest, and you shut your mouth, shaking your head, âJujutsu Kaisen has done tremendously this season â one of the most viewed shows across the world and do you know part of the reason?â and again you shake your head, âyour P.R. stunts with Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto,âÂ
You knit your brow together â not your talent, your work, or art â but your boyfriends? âYour ability to have chemistry with the both of them have enticed the public and the number of times youâve trended alone this seasonââÂ
Your fingers curl into fists, âWith all due respectââÂ
âIf you do this, the film will be a hit â i see you two already, thereâs chemistryââÂ
You scoff, âmore like a fucking bomb,â you mutter, running your fingers through your hair, âbottom line, do I have a choice?âÂ
âYou do,â he says, arms crossed, âbut so do I,â fuck, you grit your teeth.Â
You emerge from the office, Sukuna waiting right outside, leaning against the wall right beside the doors, âyou fucking make this difficultââÂ
âAnd youâll do what, brat?â his face twists with his frown, as he leans over, lumbering over you, âwhat do you think you could do to me?â And heâs clicking his tongue, the condescension rolling off of it, âdirector told us to play nice, so be nice,â his lips curl, âbut I like you mean too,âÂ
He stalks off and youâre scrubbing a hand down your face. You were so fucking screwed.Â
âYou what?â Satoruâs mouth gaped at you, twisted in pure disgust, while Suguru only stared at you, as expressionless as Satoru was expressive, âand you agreed?âÂ
âShe didnât have a choice, SatoruââÂ
âThatâs because the bastard didnât give her a choice,â Satoruâs face twists again, this time in anger, brow furrowed, but lips in a sharp smile, âso why donât we not give him a choice either?â Satoru is pulling his phone out.Â
âWhat are you doingâdonâtââÂ
âOne call, and Iâll have this guy firing SukunaââÂ
âAnd there goes any actors or directors who will want to work for me if these guys go off, and you know they will,â you shake your head, âIâve run this â itâs either I do the movie or I donât,âÂ
Suguru frowns, hands in his pockets, âWhat do you want to do?âÂ
Your face in your hands, âI donât want to drop the movie because of this, I canâtââÂ
âThen you do it,â Satoru rubs the back of his head, and Suguru tilts his head at him, âand after you become the biggest star out there, Iâll take care of that director and Sukuna,âÂ
You and Suguru both snort, âWell that was verging on heartfelt,â Suguru shakes his head, âbut heâs right, you canât let two bullies kick you off your movie, you earned this role â and when you act circles around everyone else, youâll have carried it too,âÂ
You wrap your arms around both of them, âHowâd I get so lucky?â You murmur, and Satoruâs nose brushes against yours before meeting your lips, while Suguru kisses wet kisses against your neck, âencouragement and threats of violence,â and Satoru only grins, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your lips.Â
âAnytime, sweetheart,â and Suguru rolls his eyes, before his arm slips around your waist.Â
âAnd he really means anytime, last time you talked to Toji, he pouted for two hours,â Satoru glared at Suguru, while you laughed, pulling the snowy haired actor close.Â
âItâs so cute when youâre jealous, Toru,â you kiss his chin, eyes sliding to Suguru, âbut youâre terrifying,âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â And Satoru chuckles, tilting his head.Â
âYou mentioned me during Toji? You nearly yanked our princess away from him,â and Suguru furrows his brow, lips a thin line, âmaybe we should drop by during rehearsals,âÂ
You scoff, âYeah that sounds like a terrible idea,â and Suguruâs arms are wrapping around you, âSuguââÂ
âIf we canât spend as much time together, then we better make this time count, isnât that right, Satoru?âÂ
âYouâre right,â and Satoruâs hands slide under your baggy t-shirt, âbetter use all the time we have,â and as they lead you to the bedroom, your limbs entangled, you knew you werenât sleeping that night.Â
But you didnât know that would be the last time youâd be sleeping with them at all for the next month.Â
âYou have to cut down the time you spend with anyone else â especially other men,â your agent told you, âthat goes for Gojo and Geto too,âÂ
âWhy is this role controlling everything in my real life too?â you mutter under your breath, âwhy does it matter we wonât get caughtââÂ
âLike all the other times you didnât get caught?â and your words leave you abandoned as no articulate response comes to mind, âitâs for a couple months. You can have them visit on set, you can still see them once a month, but not every day,âÂ
âBut whyââÂ
âOnce a month reduces your chance of being seen with them exponentially over the next few months. Just deal with it. After this, you wonât have to put up with bullshit,â she hangs up, as you stare at your phone screen, squeezing it at the sight of Satoru and Suguruâs good luck texts â and why did it feel like you still always would have to keep putting up with bullshit?Â
âBetter not fucking cry. We have to pretend to fall in love in ten minutes â I would rather not be looking at something ugly this early,â Sukuna cuts into your thoughts, hands in his pockets, as he sips his coffee.Â
Exhibit A.Â
âWeâre not shooting for an hour,â you were on set after getting ready, waiting for the weather to clear up for the shoot, and he gives a gruff chuckle
âNot that shoot.âÂ
âLooks like Sukuna not only has taken over Itadoriâs body, but also the heart of one of Jujutsu Kaisenâs fan favorites,â you groan, earbud slipping out for a moment, just like your life was slipping, âthe actress and co-star were spotted getting cozy off set before shooting had even begun for the day,âÂ
Oh what the fuck.Â
You toss your phone away before falling back in bed, far too empty without Satoru and Suguru, only their pillows to keep you company as you twisted in the sheets. You had passed off your social media to your agent to handle â it was bad enough when you were caught in a love triangle with Satoru and Suguru, but now Sukuna? You can only imagine what people would say about you.Â
And you didnât need to see it to do that.Â
But that wasnât important. It was your day off, you turned over in bed, burying your face against your boyfriends pillows â nothing a nap couldnât fix.Â
Knock. Knock. Knock.Â
Or maybe not. You slide from the arms of sleep reluctantly, already missing the warmth of the covers as the cold air hits your skin. Youâre rubbing your eyes as you check who it is before opening it.Â
âSatoru? What are youââ and his arms are around you in a moment, your breath catching, âToruââÂ
âYou see what theyâre saying online?â His gaze is stoic, lips a thin line.Â
âWe canâtââ and heâs shutting the door before locking it, before heâs had you pressed against the wood, the grain dragging against your skin.Â
âThey said you two make the perfect couple,â he cups your chin, his breath warming your lips, âeven more than me or Suguruââ his hand slides against the swell of your hip, âa walk, a coffee? Was that all?âÂ
Your brow knits together âOf course, you know I would neverââ and his lips ghost over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nosing at the soft skin of your neck, âToruââ you bite your bottom lip.Â
âI know you wouldnât, sweetheart, I know,â he says softly, âbut I have to make sure he knows that,â his teeth grazes over your soft skin, âknows that youâre mine,â and his teeth digs into your soft flesh, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips, pain melting into pleasure, as your head lolls back against the door.Â
âToru, no I have rehearsals in a week,â you whine, but that just makes him soothe the blooming love bite with his tongue, âToruââÂ
âDo you really want me to stop now, sweetheart?â heâs pulling your mouth open with his thumb, âyour face says you donât,â and his large palm slides down your body and into your shorts, the wet squelch and the brush of his fingers through the drenched fabric, âand your pretty cunt seems to agree,âÂ
âToru,â youâre biting your lip, âfuck, youâre impossible,â and his mouth travels lower, as his other hand slides up under your shirt, squeezing your chest.Â
âYouâre the one who slept without anything under your clothes,â he murmurs in your ear, lips sliding against your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin there, âyouâre so wet already, hear that? Did you touch yourself thinking of us? Want us to fuck you that bad after a week?â his lips ghost over your jaw.Â
âFuck, you talk so much,â youâre pouting, thighs pressing together, but heâs pushing them apart, âwhy are you teasing me so much?âÂ
And he pauses, ocean blues stormy instead of the tranquil skies youâre used to, âSukuna touched you. He got to hold you,â heâs pouting now, âthat privilege is for us, and he got to so easily,âÂ
âI didnât want him to,â and heâs nuzzling your neck.Â
âLet me erase his touch,â and heâs lifting you with the practiced ease he always had.Â
âWhereâs Suguruââ and you yelp as he playfully tosses you on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head with one hand, a grin as he watches you bounce.Â
âHeâll be here later,â and heâs kissing up your body, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts to pull them down, half lidded eyes with deep lust finding yours, âfor now, youâre all mine.âÂ
âI-I canât,â youâre whimpering, your hands clutching at Satoruâs back, fingernails digging crescents into his perfect skin, only hoping he doesnât have a shirtless shoot tomorrow, but you barely can register that with three of his fingers in your pussy, âToru,âÂ
How many times had you orgasmed? Six or seven at least â it was nearly second nature at this point. Satoru knew what spots to touch, where to press, how to move to have you writhing underneath him in a moment. Heâs knuckle deep, spreading your walls as his thumb toys with your clit, drawing another moan from your lips. Your release soaked his fingers and sheets underneath, his fingers surely wrinkled from their time spent inside your walls.Â
And by his smirk against the swell of your breast, he knew it.Â
âYes you can baby, I know you have one more fâme,â and youâre already so close, but you have been â itâs been a repeated coil winding and snapping over and over, and youâre nearly to tears, back arching as he plunges his fingers somehow deeper, âknow this pretty pussy too well, look at the way youâre sucking me in,â your insides flutter around his digits again, the tips dragging against your walls, âpractically begging me to fuck you more, sweetheart,âÂ
âIâll say,â and your eyes barely can flit up to meet Suguruâs wry smile, corners of his lips curled, âI see youâre as impatient as ever, Satoru â started without me,â and heâs tugging his shirt over his head, âbut at least youâve gotten her ready for me,âÂ
âSuguââ and Satoru adds a fourth finger, stuffed full with him, drawing a gasp from your lips.Â
âDonât want you to say Suguruâs name when Iâm the one pleasuring you,â Sstoru clicks his tongue, âwanna hear you moan my name, sweetheart, when I make you cum,âÂ
âYouâll have plenty of chances to moan my name,â you make a whining noise in the back of your throat, pleasure felt as if it had burned out your nerves, but it still was able to overload them, the throbbing in your cunt a telltale sign, âyou gânna cum, pretty? Use your words for me?âÂ
âGânna cumângh, Toru,â you feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach, your walls wring his fingers as you cum, hard, your head thrown back against the pillow. And the squelch of your cunt rings in your ears, as he finger fucks you through your orgasm.Â
âFuck, sheâs so pretty everytime she falls apart for us,â Suguru groans, as Satoru leans over to kiss you, âso good for us, Princess,â you only moan in reply, lost in the pleasure that still floods your body, as Satoru pulls his fingers from you.Â
And your eyes catch a glimpse of Satoru licking his fingers clean, one by one, âStill the sweetest thing Iâve ever had,âÂ
âDonât hog her, Satoru,â Suguru is pulling Satoru away, settling between your thighs, âyou both made such a mess,â and you gasp, as his lithe fingers brush against your still too sensitive folds, spreading them only for your juices to slip out, âIâm always stuck cleaning up, but in this case,â he drags the flat of his tongue up your needy cunt, a moan falling from your lips, as your fingers fisted in his black locks, âI donât mind at all.âÂ
But that night wasnât the end of it â no, not by far.Â
It wasnât enough for them to ravish you, now they have to show up on set â their schedules lining up just perfect to see your rehearsals (though you think their schedules had some help from using the words âcontagiousâ and âsicklyâ). However the only thing they were seemingly sick with was jealousy â especially so as you sat with Sukuna, going over lines for the next scene.Â
You rubbed at your neck, feeling lucky that the marks they left had faded, but they still had begged you to show up to the shoot.Â
âWe wonât make you uncomfortable,â Satoru pouted, nuzzling your side, as you snort.Â
âJust like you said you wouldnât leave hickies on me?â You scoff, and suguru buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing sweet kisses along the marks Satoru left.Â
âShe has a point,â Suguru murmurs, but Satoru only pouts, âbut I would like to be on set so that freak doesnât try anything,â and you run your fingers through Satoruâs snowy locks, while leaning into Suguruâs touch, âhe has a reputation of making moves on all his co-stars,âÂ
âSo? Itâs not like Iâll let him,â and Satoruâs gotten you pinned to the bed, your hands trying to break free but you canât.Â
âItâs not a matter of letting him, itâs matter of him trying to do something you donât want,â and your brows knit together, as Satoru presses a soft kiss to your forehead.Â
âThereâll be other peopleââÂ
âOther people who may very well look the other way, for someone like Ryomen Sukuna,â Suguru sighs, words almost whispered against your ear, âyou know thatâs how this business can be,â and it was â it could be. The Jujutsu Kaisen set was a rare exception, but this movie â the directorâs words still ringing in your ears â it was different.Â
âLet us just make sure youâre safe, make sure youâre okay, and then weâll go.âÂ
And thatâs how you ended up with their states boring into the back of your head.Â
âYou bringing a pair of guard dogs with you everywhere now?â Sukuna spares a glance at your boyfriends, who were relegated to stand near your trailer â Satoru stood, arms crossed over his white t-shirt, a black jacket thrown over it, his blue eyes narrowed in frustration, as if his crossed arms were the only things holding him back from throttling Sukuna. While Suguru leaned against your trailer, scrolling on his phone in his dark navy button up, stealing glances at the two of you, his eyes narrowed and lips a thin line, âdonât know if they are ready to rip you apart or me,âÂ
You bite your tongue, wanting to say they had already ripped you apart last night, but you only shook your head, âThey insisted on coming today, I donât know why,âÂ
He grunts in reply, âItâs bad timing on your end, brat,â and your eyes snap to his, and he tilts his head, leaning against his hand, âyou didnât hear? The director wants us to film our big kiss at the end of the movie,â
Your blood runs cold, âSince when?âÂ
âSince you were late to our morning meeting, assuredly because of those two,â he jerks his head in the direction of Satoru and Suguru, before giving them both a wide grin, âthey donât know do they?â Your silence is all the answer Sukuna needs to give a rare laugh, âoh this will be entertaining, brat, and I thought acting with you would be boring.âÂ
Oh, youâre fucking screwed.Â
âCut!â The director called for the billionth time, and you were about ready to wring his neck, and you were not the only one â if looks could kill, Satoru and Suguru would have had the director skewered a million times over by now. Unfortunately for them, looks did not kill, âwe need more passion,âÂ
And youâre biting back a groan, as Sukuna smirks, leaning over to whisper, âdonât look so disappointed, I see the two idiots havenât taught you to kiss,âÂ
âMore like the partner I have doesnât make kissing him appealing,â you bite back, running a hand through your hair as you spoke to the intimacy coordinator again, but your eyes keep sliding over to Satoru and Suguru, âfuck,â how were you supposed to do this with them staring you down?Â
âLetâs try it again,â you both get in place for the shot, the clap of the clapperboard, as Sukunaâs fingers brushed against your cheek again. You stepped into the role, letting yourself be consumed with the passion of your character, channeling what you felt for your own loves.Â
And finally your lips met his â you felt nothing, only the pressure of lips meeting one another, but you tried to show emotion, fingers clutching at his shirt in desperation, the small gasps and sighs parting your lips between kisses, and the way your hand then slid up to rest at the nape of his neck.Â
âI love you, more than anything,â you murmur against his lips, nose brushing against his, âmore than anyone. You canât go. Not without me,âÂ
âWhat choice do I have?â Sukuna mutters back, his arm coiling around your waist, âitâs too dangerous for you to come along,âÂ
âWho said you get to make my decisions for me?â your lips curl, âand who says I canât buy my own ticket to come with you?â And heâs shaking his head, âlisten,â your fingers cup his cheek, âdonât think, just let it happen,â and youâre leaning even closer, breath warming his lips, his breath hitching.Â
âCut!â And youâre trying to pull away, but Sukuna holds you there, leaning forward, making you flinch, only to whisper in your ear.Â
âSorry, just wanted to give them more of a show,â and he lets go, lips curled in a wide grin, âlooks like we have a break now, so have fun, but not too much,â he laughs, as the director beckons him over.Â
You glance at Satoru and Suguru â oh fuck.Â
âSuguâuumphââ Suguru barely let you get a step inside the trailer before he pinned you to the metal door, his hands dragged over your sides.
âHold still, Princess, I have to overwrite every place he touched you,â his fingers trace over your cheeks, lips grazing your jaw, his thumb dragged over your lips, before catching on your tongue, âdid you brush your tongue against his â run it over the seam of his lips before slipping it inside? Flick it over like you do? Did you enjoy kissing him, sweetheart?â
âOf course I didnâtââ and Satoruâs taking the opportunity to kiss you, teeth dragging over your bottom lip.Â
âCourse she didnât, but Iâm sure he did,â Satoruâs fingers traced over your jaw, âenjoyed our sweetsâ even sweeter lips, didnât he?â And Satoru kisses down your jaw, while Suguru is sinking down to his knees, large palms sliding up and hiking up your dress, âshould leave some marks to remind him who you belong to,â his teeth dig into the soft of your flesh.Â
âToru! No, I still have to finish the shoot â the makeup artistsââ you whine, but god, it feels so good, as his tongue flicks against his teeth marks, âfuck,âÂ
âBe careful, someone will hear you, Princess,â Suguru murmurs, soft kisses to your inner thighs, âhear how good youâll feel,â his teeth sink into your thigh, nipping and sucking, âand how good weâre both making you feel,âÂ
âSugu, ah, Iâfuck,â and Satoru is eagerly swallowing your moans with his lips, taking the chance to slip his tongue in, while Suguru noses at the soft of your thigh.Â
âSheâs already dripping, how are you so pretty here, Princess?â And he doesnât give you a chance to reply, not that you could with Satoruâs tongue down your throat, as his lips press a kiss to your messy folds, nose bumping against your puffy clit, âtastes even better,â he moans, sound reverberating against your sensitive cunt.Â
âOh that wonât do at all, weâve barely started,â Satoru tsks all the while tugging your sleeves down to reveal your bare chest underneath the dress barely on your body at this point, crumpled fabric pushed up and down into the middle by them, âno bra, Princess? For us or for the camera?âÂ
âFor you,â you manage between moans, Suguruâs tongue tracing teasing circles around your clit, âalways for youââ the word trails off into a moan, as Suguru meanly sucks on the sensitive nub, ângh, fuckââ your knees are buckling, quaking as if your bones were made of rubber, a gasp pulled from your lips, when Satoruâs lips press a teasing kiss to your already erect nipple, while he toys with the other between his forefinger and thumb, pinching and pulling. And he switches, welcoming the other with a graze of his teeth and the flick of his tongue.Â
The sounds of the lewd squelch of Suguruâs mouth against your dripping cunt filled your ears, volts from his touch reaching every inch of you, âso wet fâme, pretty, you like thinking someone could hear us fucking you?â Suguru mutters, his lips pulling away for a moment, as his long fingers spread your folds for him â every inch of you exposed, âfuck, youâve dripped all over the floor of the trailer, Princess,âÂ
âAll that just from Suguruâs mouth?â Satoru smirks, dragging a finger down your puffy lips, while his other hand gropes at your breast, âimagine how sopping youâll be when we fuck you,âÂ
And youâre whining, as Suguru teases your entrance with a finger, âYou fuckersââ you yelp as Suguru picks you up with ease and tosses you into the nearby bed â a request you had made so you could nap between scenes or during times you werenât needed on set â not that you had gotten to use it, until now.Â
Satoruâs pulling the dress up and over your head, tossing the garment away, both of their gazes dragging over your exposed skin. Satoru flips you onto your stomach, and you hear the creak of the bed behind you and you know Suguru repositioned himself between your thighs.Â
âOn your knees, pretty,â Suguruâs hands are lifting your legs, his fingers already teasing your sopping hole again, and heâs bracing an arm around your thighs, âsuch a good girl,â and his fingertips breach you only to pull away, even as your walls try to beckon him inside.Â
âFuck,â youâre groaning, needy cunt begging for release, you needed it, needed it so bad.Â
âSuch a filthy mouth,â Satoru clicks his tongue, as he undoes the buckle of his belt, tugging his boxers and pants down to free his weeping erection. And god, his cock is so pretty â long and pink, with beads of pearly precum dripping from the slit, lovely veins running up and down his length, âhow âbout I put it to use sweetheart?âÂ
And the tip brushes against your face, smearing against your lips, before you part your lips and let his dick slap against your tongue, before letting it part your pretty lips. The tip of your tongue traces his slit, tasting his pre, as you sucked and licked along his length, until his sweet grunts slipped from his lips. And fuck, you know he would feel so good inside you, long cock reaching the places he always did and that you never could.Â
But it was hard for you to stay focused when Suguru bas two thick fingers buried in your right cunt, dragging against your walls, moaning around Satoruâs length. And it feels almost too good, as if youâd melt between them, burning from their touches. And youâd still always ask for more.Â
Satoruâs fingers dig into your locks, as he moans, âFuck, sâgood for me, baby,â his hips buck against your mouth, his hair sticking to his forehead, sticky with sweat, ânot gonna last much longer, Suguru,âÂ
And Suguru pulled out his fingers, licking them clean, his face still sticky with your cum, as you whine at the absence, âsheâs not either, but I think she needs something more,â and you feel his cockhead drag against your folds, and youâre whining, ânot gonna put it inside baby, too much of a mess, and canât do too much, can we?â And you feel his lips curl in a smirk, âafter all, your boyfriend out there might mind,â heâs pressing your thighs together, beginning to rock forward, sending you deeper onto Satoruâs cock, making him hiss.Â
âFuck, take it, sweetheart,â his fingers tilting your head up slightly to find your eyes glazed over in pleasure, puffy lips with saliva and precum dripping from the corners, and it only makes him want to fuck your throat, âgonna go back on set like this? All messy from your âside pieces?ââÂ
âFuck, she twitched hard when you said that,â Suguru is fucking between your thighs, his hard cock rubbing against your dripping slit again and again, delicious friction sending you closer and closer, âfuck, gânna cum for me sweet girl?âÂ
And youâre moaning around Satoru, and his tip brushes against your throat with one particularly hard thrust from Suguru, and thatâs it.Â
Satoruâs moaning your name, unable to hold back, as he cums in your mouth, his hot load pouring down your throat, dick twitching as it continues to spurt as he rocks his hips into you. Suguru pinches and rubs your clit hard, rocking his leaking cock into you, and you cum, walls fluttering around nothing, as you soak him in your release.Â
The moans of their names on your lips send Suguru tumbling over too, as he pulls back and pumps, before cumming all over your back with his thick seed.Â
Youâre pulling yourself off Satoru, with a wet pop, cum and spit trickling down your lips, as your tongue flicks out to clean it off. And Satoru groans, as he lays down and settles beside you, âdonât make me fuck you right here,âÂ
And Suguru helps you turn on your side, legs still shaking from your orgasm, as he slips up behind you, his softening cock pressed against you, pressing sweet kisses to your sweat soaked skin.Â
âThink anyone heard us?â you mumble, burying your face in the crook of Satoruâs neck, and their chuckles rumble against you, making you shiver.Â
Suguru answers, âNo, if someone did, they would have comeââÂ
Thereâs a harsh knock on the door, followed by the call of your name, âThe directorâs calling you to set,â it was your agentâs voice, âso I suggest all three of you clean up and come out.âÂ
Well, fuck.Â
âHow has shooting the film been so far?âÂ
âItâs been wonderful. Itâs so different from filming a television series, and Iâve loved learning the nuances of film and how itâs made,â you say, sitting in the worlds most uncomfortable chair behind Sukuna, who managed to look interestedly disinterested.Â
âSpeaking of which, you two have worked together before, right?âÂ
âWe have,â Sukuna replies before you have a chance to answer, âthe two of us havenât had many scenes together before, so being able to finally act together isâŠfate,âÂ
You force yourself to give a wry smile, âI forget heâs such a romantic, when he isnât too busy calling me a brat,â the words slip out and youâre instantly regretting your words â fuck, fuck, fuck. You really just said Ryomen Sukuna called you brat â in an interview that will air on TV but also live on the internet.Â
âA brat huh?â The interviewer chuckled awkwardly, âis she a bit of a diva on set?âÂ
âOh and off,â Sukunaâs grin grows all the more wide, leaning against his hand and stealing a glance at you, âbut I know how to tame her,â and you self consciously tug at your high neck sweater, the bites Satoru and Suguru well concealed â and youâd never have him pass it off as his own.Â
Oh, you would kill him. If not for the fact that you had dug your own grave, and he only did you the favor of pushing you in and burying you. No the only funeral was your own.Â
âHow bad?â You ask your agent on the way home, earbuds in your ear as you sit in the back of the car, partition up as the driver makes their way to your home.Â
âHow bad? You mean how great! Weâre getting so much traffic on that interview. People keep talking about you and Sukuna. Youâre trending again,â and that was the last thing you wanted to hear and the first thing she wanted to tell you.Â
Why the fuck did you want to be an actor again?Â
âWhat are they saying about me?âÂ
âThereâs some negative stuff about both of you, but thatâs expected â mostly people surprisingly, uh, like you better with Sukuna than Gojo or GetoââÂ
âWhat? Why?â God, fuck the publicâs want for an older man.Â
âI donât know. You guys have this chemistry in interviews. The way you guys banter it feels so personal and electric I guess?â Her voice almost makes it sounds like she agreed.
âAre you saying that or the fans?â The only thing electric about your conversation with Sukuna was the feeling of rage running through your veins faster than a million volts.Â
âI donât know. Iâm sure itâs mostly fangirls of Gojo and Geto who are relieved they arenât taken,â she adds, your silence seemingly scaring her, âyou should look on the bright side, people are really excited for the movie, and after what happened in your trailerïżœïżœthe directorâs happy too,â you see a text from Satoru and Suguru.Â
The Boys đđ€đ€
Bangs Baby: when are you coming home?Â
Six Eyed Dork: weâre already making dinner.Â
And you scrub a hand down your face, never having such irritation over the prospect of dinner, âTell that to my makeup artist,â because you know youâll be littered with marks by the end of this.Â
âWeâre adding a sex scene,â and you nearly spit out your drink that morning, sitting at the round table with the director, several staff members, and an extremely unfazed Sukuna.Â
âWhat?â you say, trying hold your tongue, that was only writhing under your hold to say something much, much worse, âthatâs not anywhere in the script or the source material,âÂ
âIt was my suggestion,â Sukuna lifts his hand casually, before pressing his hand to his chin, painted black nails gleaming in the dim light of the early morning, âthe characters felt lacking,âÂ
Then play your role better. Thatâs what you wanted to say. But instead you ask, âhow so?âÂ
And Sukuna glances at the director, who clears his throat, eyes shifting from him to you, âWe thought it would be better to build more intimacy between the characters. Add a certain level ofââÂ
âRaunchiness?â you scoff.Â
âTasteful raunchiness,â Sukuna corrects, doing nothing to suppress his smirk, âif you donât want to, Iâm sure we can make due with the stunt doubleââÂ
Fucker. He could have his pick of any movie â he was a pillar of the industry, but you had to be stuck with him. And stuck with the director following his every, irritating whim.Â
You grit your teeth, âwhen are we shooting it?â And Sukuna grins wider, leaning back in his chair.Â
âAbout thatââÂ
âYouâre going where?â You resisted the urge to rub at your temples, as you pack your things, Satoruâs pout filling the majority of the screen.Â
âYou heard me. Weâre filming in Canada,â with a flight that left the next day, you barely had time to pack, much less talk. Fuck, you donât have a thing for the cold, but you were told that coats and thermals would be provided â or at least they better be, âIâll be gone for a couple weeks,â you say, wondering if the sounds of you packing would be enough to drown out or enough sweaters would somehow soften the blow.Â
âWeeks?â Suguru repeats, taking the phone from Satoru, âsweetheart, you had said filming would be over soon enough â you said a month of filming in Japanâ,â and you sigh, it seems like you had been doing a lot of that lately.Â
The throbbing in your head only got worse â the long shoots and lack of sleep weighing on your body like iron weights around your neck, âI know, love, but the director wanted to add more scenes,â you swallow the lump in your throat, âthereâs one more thing,â and Satoru is pushing into view of the camera as well, a click of Suguruâs as he shoots a glare at him, âthe director decided to addâŠan intimate scene to the film,âÂ
Silence, but Suguru speaks first, âAnd that wasnât in the script before?â And you shake your head.Â
Satoru gives a bitter laugh, âSuch bullshit. They planned it and got you to invest yourself in the movieââ he cuts himself off, âsweetheart, I want to have a word with the director,â
âNo, Toru, it wonât help,â you run your fingers through your hair, trying to keep your tone level, âit just wonât. It will just make me look like I have to rely on my boyfriends for protection,âÂ
âIt still isnât right, what they are doing to you is exploitative,â Suguru cuts in, âadding a sex scene last minute after you already spent weeks filmingââÂ
âYou donât think I know that?â you say quietly, âwhat am I supposed to do? Quit? Let you guys run to the director to protect me? Great, either way, my career would be over,â the words slip out far more cutting than you want, but this has been a knife youâve honed against stones thrown at you, and you were tired of being the one to take the blows.Â
Satoru furrows his brow, âWhat are we supposed to do? Watch you get taken advantage of?â
âNo, but donât talk down to me like I donât understand whatâs happening,â you snap, âthese weeks Iâve had to deal with fucking Sukuna and these shoots, while balancing your feelings too and Iâm tired of it. Iâm just done,â you shake your head, willing your voice not to break, âIâll text you both when I board and land, ok?â
âSweetheartââÂ
âBabyââÂ
âBye,â and you hang up, eyes burning not just from your lack of sleep but now everything else too. You didnât know what to do. You couldnât see them. You couldnât quit the movie. You couldnât fix this. You couldnât do anything â you glanced at your suitcase â except keep going.Â
âYou look like hell,â you donât bother looking at Sukuna when he speaks, and out of all the seats, how did you end up next to him? Either you had the absolute worst luck in the world â or bad luck had a little help from your agents and the director.Â
âYou look like youâd knowâbeen to your kingdom lately?â youâre placing your suitcase away when a flight attendant rushes over to do it for you, and you thank them, before rifling through your bag for your headphones. Noise canceling headphones that were going to be your best friend as long as you were stuck with him.Â
âWhy visit a kingdom when my queen is here?â Your eye twitches, and you only wish that planes worked the same as ships when it came to jurisdiction. And if so, you would have tossed him into the high seas without a second though. You could start over â no extradition on Satoruâs island.Â
You glanced at your phone â no reply to your text about getting on the second flight. And they had both barely responded to your other texts about boarding and landing. Maybe it was your fault. You had blown up at them, and ignored all their calls and texts all day, until they finally stopped (even Satoru had given up sending you selfies of him crying). You switched it into airplane mode and locked it, tucking it away into your bag, before taking your seat and buckling your seatbelt.Â
âTrouble in paradise?â And you scowl, pulling out your headphones, âcâmon you can tell me about your other boyfriends â I know Iâm your favorite,âÂ
âDo you ever shut up?â You put your headphones on, your eyes growing heavy as the plane begins to prepare for take off. You choose a playlist, and start to fall asleep. The only good thing about this flight was you could finally get some sleep.Â
And maybe your life wouldnât be hell when you woke up.Â
âI already got us a private jet,â Satoru walks into Suguruâs place, suitcase in hand, as he tugs his mask off, âwe can be in Canada by tomorrowâwe just need to packââÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â Suguru looks up from his phone, âhave you even thought this through, dumbass? She barely wants us coming over because of paparazzi, you think if someone sees us in Canada with her that they will write it off as a coincidence?âÂ
âIf weâre careful, it wonât come to that,â he sets down his things, âyou heard her, Suguru, she said sheâs done,âÂ
âSheâs just tired and frustrated,â Suguru sighs, tossing his phone aside, âwe havenât exactly made this any easier on her either,âÂ
âI know, which is why we should go make it up to her,â Satoru sighed, âI can tell by her texts that sheâs upset â itâs all periods and short one word responses. Yâknow thatâs bad,â heâs pulling out his phone to show Suguru your texts â and Suguru ignored the several sad selfies Satoru had sent, before handing it back.Â
âAnd we should make her more upset by doing the one thing she told us not to do?â Suguru shakes his head, âweâre better off waiting for her to calm down and come to usââ and Satoru stares at his phone, âwhat is it? Did she text?âÂ
âNo, worse,â he shows Suguru a news article â ARE THINGS HEATING UP ON AND OFF SET? SUKUNA SPOTTED WITH HIS COSTAR GETTING COZY ON PLANES AND IN THE AIRPORT. Â
And below were images of you and him asleep, fingers interlaced on the plane, and a picture of him with his arm around your waist walking through the airport.Â
Suguruâs eyes narrow, âDo you want risk losing her, Suguru?â And he knows itâs a bad idea, he knows it may only make things worse, but â he looks at the pictures of you and Sukuna again â losing you would be far worse.Â
âWhenâs the flight?âÂ
CLICK!Â
You stir at the sound, as you hear it again and again, shifting in your sleep. Fuck, what was that noise? Everythingâs heavy, thoughts swimming through thick syrup as it tries to break to the surface and into consciousness. Another click makes you grasp at your headphones with one hand, the other caught on something, but you feel nothing but your neck and shirt. And finally, your eyes fly open just to find a camera lens in front of your face, and something holding your hand.Â
Or rather someone.Â
âWhat theââÂ
âFinally woke up? How was your coma?â and the photographers are shooed away, as you pull your fingers free only for him to drop your hand, wiping your hand on the seat, âI didnât do anything but hold it,â he shrugs, âprobablyââÂ
You scowl, âmy headphones?â He holds them up, and you gape at him, âthey fell off. Youâre quite the restless sleeper,â and you snatch them back.Â
âThey fell off or you took them off for that photo op,â you snap, glancing at him, âsince when did I give my permission to be photographed while sleeping?âÂ
âWhen you decided to go into this business,â he replies drily, dry as his skin was from holding his hand, âare you that naive? Can anyone keep anything from anyone without paying them off one way or another? Iâm pretty sure thatâs how your little throuple does it,âÂ
And you couldnât deny it â the paparazzi more than ever was a toll or a tool â a toll to pay when you wanted word to stay quiet, and a tool when you wanted things to blow up. And Satoru had been paying them off since the three of you had started this â insisting that his connection gave him discounts, but it was more likely to blow his fatherâs money.Â
âSo what was that photo op about?â The plane is slowly descending now, your ears popping, as you spare a glance outside, and he only scoffs, as if to ask if you were that stupid?Â
âTo announce our arrival.âÂ
âWhy are there so many security guards and people?â you mutter, tugging at your mask, as you hurry through the airport with what felt like a military and police escort of men around you.Â
âTo create a scene, generate interest,â Sukuna seemed uninterested as he strolled along the airport, raising an eyebrow, ânot used to this? The adoring fans,â and you spare a glance at the crowds, taking pictures more than even looking at your actual faces.Â
âThis is adoring?â and then the security guards begin to stumble as the crowd grows a rowdy, as people push through to get through their gates, others try to duck between the security guards to get closer. A security guard knocks against you, nearly sending you tumbling, âwhatââÂ
And a wrist grabs you and pulls you hard, as the security guard tumbles to the ground, another arm around your waist. He steadies you, as you sigh, glancing to find Sukuna.Â
âBe careful,â you blink â wow was he actually a niceâ and then he nearly shoved you away, âdonât need you getting injured and messing up my movie,â he strides off, and you watch dumbstruck, as you watch his back recede until bodyguards check on you and urge you along.Â
You canât believe you thought even for a second that Ryomen Sukuna was nice.Â
And now you had to spend the entirety of tomorrow kissing up to him â literally.Â
Fucking ass.Â
âYou canât seduce me into letting you go,â Sukuna smiled, one hand on your hip and the other resting against the wall, pinning you against the headboard of the bed, âjust because I let you win tonightââÂ
âThen Iâve won the battle,â you reply, fingers toying with a lock of his hair, twirling it around your finger, before dragging a finger down his cheek, âitâs only a matter of time until I win the war,âÂ
He chuckles, hand cupping your chin, âsuch a brat, how did I ever fall for you?â And you only lean close, brushing your lips against his chin, delighting in the way his body shivered, âfuckââÂ
âYou love it,â and heâs gotten you pinned to the bed in a moment with one hand, the other large palm sliding up your body, dragging your shirt along with itâÂ
âCUT!âÂ
You both sigh, glancing at the director as you both untangle yourselves â how many times did that make? Twelve? Fourteen?Â
âI think weâll be dead before he gets it right,â Sukuna mutters under his breath, as a P.A. brings him a towel to dab at his skin.Â
âWeâre calling it for the day,â the director announced, hair askew from the number of times he had pulled at it, âweâll resume tomorrow, first thing,â there was almost an audible groan from the crew as everyone packed up for the day.Â
After all that, youâre making your way to your hotel room when someone stops you, youâre trying to brush past them absentmindedly, but his voice stops you dead in your tracks.Â
âCanât run from us that easy, sweetheart,â and your head snaps up, finding Satoru in front of you, and youâre speechless, no words finding their way to your lips, before the hotel room next to yours opens up.Â
âPrincess, in here, before anyone sees,â and Satoruâs hand tries to find yours, but you ignore it, walking into the room, not speaking until the door clicks behind Satoru.Â
âWhat the fuck are you guys doing here?â and you waver when you see Satoruâs sad gaze and Suguruâs tight frown, and you sigh, evening out your tone, âsorry, I shouldnât have snapped â what are you guys doing here? I told you itâs riskyââÂ
âWe didnât want to leave things the way they were, I couldnât. Not like that,â Satoru shakes his head, âwe needed to see you, baby, I couldnâtââ he breaks off.Â
Suguru speaks in his stead, âWe couldnât fathom that was the last time we spoke,âÂ
Your brows knit together, âWhy would you thinkââ and youâre sighing, scrubbing a hand down your face as your words ring in your own ears, and you know where their minds had went â fuck, âI would never ever break up with you two,â youâre stepping forward, âyouâre idiots, but youâre mine,â and their arms are slipping around you in an instant, âI just got frustrated with everything, it wasnât just you guys â the movie, Sukuna, long shoots, lack of sleep, and not seeing you twoââÂ
âWe should be the ones whoâre sorry,â Satoru mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, âwe made it all about us and didnât see that you needed us,âÂ
âWeâre never going to make that mistake again, Princess,â Suguru presses a soft kiss to your neck, and you sigh, stress melting under touch with the ease of a lit candle wick melts wax, âweâre sorry for being so selfish,âÂ
âYeah, Suguruâs sorryââ and that earns Satoru a sharp elbow from said actor, âand Iâm sorry too. We didnât mean to add more stress. Youâre already dealing with so much. We should have been there for you, sweetheart,â he finds your lips in a sweet kiss that has you sighing, âwe trust you â itâs justââ
âHim, I know, but I hate him,â you say, and Suguru chuckles, fingers turning your head towards him, pressing his forehead agaisnt yours, âseriously, everything weâve done is just for the movie or for publicity,â Suguru kisses you, teeth teasingly running along his bottom lip.Â
âYou seemed pretty cozy with him in those pictures,â Satoru presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, and you blink.Â
âWhat pictures?â and then it occurs to you, âon the plane? They framed thoseââ and Satoruâs cutting you off with another kiss, âToruââ and Suguru nuzzles the nape of your neck, âSuguââÂ
âJust let us take care of you tonight,â Suguru murmurs, lazy fingers drawing circles on your hips, âbeen too long since weâve seen you, Princess,âÂ
In a moment they have you on your back on the bed, Satoruâs eyes gleaming with need, their hands slipping up your body, âIâm yours,â you murmur, âboth of yours.âÂ
And thatâs all they needed to hear.Â
âToru, Iâm trying to make us breakfast,â you chuckle, half laughing, half exasperated, as he nearly engulfs you in a hug from behind, his face buried in the crook of your neck.Â
âSo? Iâm not in the way,â Satoru mumbles, sighing as he kisses the skin behind your ear, âright, Suguru?âÂ
âYouâre hindering the process, Toru,â youâre trying to flip pancakes for said boyfriend as he traces constellations of kisses against your shoulder and neck, âright Sugu?âÂ
âNow, now, play nice you two,â Suguru replies drily, glancing at the two of you from the couch, âcanât blame us for missing you, sweetheart,âÂ
âYâknow how many months I had to go without being able to cuddle you,â Satoruâs pouting against your skin now, âI have to make up for all that lost time,âÂ
Shooting had finally ended three months ago â after a month and half spent in Canada, you flew back to Japan. Satoru and Suguru had taken up residence in a hotel room next door (under fake names of course) for about a week before flying back because of work. Satoru had tried to convince you to let him fly back and forth, but for the sake of the environment (and your sanity), you sent them both home.Â
And still, they both were acting as if you had been away for several years, not months.Â
âDoes it have to be now?â And Satoru nods, grinning, and you relent, âwell, this is much better than having dinner with Sukuna,âÂ
âThereâs a name we havenât heard in a while,â Suguru raises an eyebrow, as he strolls into the kitchen, hands in his pockets.Â
âThankfully,â Satoru adds, brow wrinkled, âwhat does he want?âÂ
âJust a dinner to celebrate the end of production,â you sigh, as you step past Satoru to grab a plate for the pancakes, âthe movie is going to have its premiere in a few months, so itâs also to plan ahead for that,âÂ
âDid they announce a date yet?â Suguru asks, leaning against the counter on the other side of you, beginning to prepare coffee.Â
âNot yet, but it should be sometime this coming summer,â and youâre flipping pancake after pancake for the three of you, a stack forming, until youâre finally done. You catch the two of them shsring a look, until Satoru asks:Â
âCan you get us tickets to the premiere?âÂ
âOf course Iâm inviting the entire JJK cast,â you smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to Suguruâs cheek, âwhy would you two be any different?â
âAnd what about us two?â Satoru hums, as he shuts off the stove for you, daring less than an inch away from your lips, âDo we get the VIP treatment?â
âUh-huh,â you bite back a laugh.Â
âDoes the VIP package include you?â Suguru murmurs, a smirk against your ear, catching your earlobe between his teeth,Â
âOf course,â you murmur, as Suguruâs arms wrap around your waist, lips brushing against your pulse, âonce weâre away from cameras and phones and press,âÂ
âAll access?â Suguru murmurs, large palms slipping under your shirt, making you shiver from their cool touch, and you roll your eyes, as Satoru presses a kiss to your forehead.Â
âAll access.âÂ
âI donât understand why we had to get ready together,â you grumble, assistants gather around you, one adjusting your gown, another fixing your makeup, and a third trying to tame your hair, âwe could have just been picked up and taken to the venue together,âÂ
The two of you had been ushered into these adjoining hotel rooms bright and early â much too early for you to even be awake, much less have to deal with Sukuna. The only consolation was while you were getting your makeup and clothes on, you didnât have to see him.Â
âSomeone might have seen us,â Sukuna replies, letting the assistant put his watch on, âor your throuple would undoubtedly get in the way,â you shoot a glare at him.Â
âCan you not call us that? They have names,â and Sukuna scoffs, fingers running over his charcoal suit coat to ensure there wasnât even a single crease, the cut of his lapels sharp as knives.Â
âLike I care to remember them, brat,â and you raise an eyebrow.Â
âDo you even know my name?â he bears no reaction, but the corner of his lips twitch, âyou donât even fucââÂ
âAre we all ready?â Your agent enters the hotel room with the director, âwe should start heading to the venue,â and Sukuna brushed past you, and out the door, his entourage following behind him.Â
And you sighed, you were surely ready â ready to put this movie and Sukuna far behind you.Â
But of course he wasnât behind you, so much so that he was beside you. Plastered to your side for the press to eat up, his arm slithered around your waist, as you both made your way down the carpeted premiere.Â
You had been to a premiere for both seasons of Jujutsu Kaisen â but never like this. The camera flashes were blinding, the sounds of the crowd deafening, and the walk down the carpet amongst all these others was disorienting. You were almost grateful for Sukunaâs gruff and short temper, he kept most interviews on the carpet from dragging too long,Â
You finally make your way inside and Sukuna parts from your side a moment without a word, beckoned off by someone or another. And it feels like too much. The day, the long hours, the carpet â all of it bears down on you at once, and you feel as if someone sucked the air from your lungs, using it to fill this hall with the smallest remnants of oxygen.Â
Fuck, you grasped tightly to your clutch, you were going to pass out if you didnât go somewhere, somewhere else with less goddamn people, but where?Â
And you only take a stumbling step forward, before an arm is around your waist again, and a different voice murmurs in the opposite side, âLost without us, sweetheart?â Suguruâs voice steadies you, keeps you from slipping deeper away from them, while Satoruâs touch grounds you.Â
âLetâs get her somewhere private, hm? Does that sound okay, Princess?â And youâre nodding; as the two of them discreetly usher you away, you barely can keep your eyes open, still feeling your breath lodged in your throat, choking on the very thing that was supposed to keep you alive. It doesnât feel okay until youâre sitting on a bed, holding your head.Â
You feel the bed divut in as they both sit on either side of you, and their bodies brush against yours as if to ask for permission; and youâre leaning against their touch, until they engulf you in it.Â
And this was what you needed.Â
You donât think about premieres, ruining your makeup, tripping, cameras, or anything else â just both of them and you.Â
âAre you okay, baby?â Suguru murmurs softly, and youâre nodding, âdid you get overwhelmed?â And you nod again, and he sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, âI really wish you could have come with us,âÂ
âI told ya we should have just taken her with us anyway,â you know Satoruâs face is scrunched up in worry, âthe movieâs out anyway,âÂ
âNot like I didnât agree â I just told you she would never agree,â Suguru muttered, most assuredly rolling his eyes, âplus, we said we wouldnât do that to her again,âÂ
âCan you guys not talk like Iâm not here?â and they instantly refocus on you, as you bury your head in the crook of Suguruâs neck, while Satoru does the same to you, pressing butterfly kisses to your skin, as Suguru carefully carded through your locks. And you just sat like that for a while, until you grew calmer by the second and finally lift your head, âsorry,â
âWhat do you have to be sorry for?â Satoru furrowed his brow, âyou didnât drool all over Suguruâs suit did you?â and you elbow him lightly in the ribs.Â
âDonât worry, I wouldnât mind anyway, Iâm used to you drooling on me one way or another,â and now you glare at Suguru, âyouâre the one apologizing for no real reason,âÂ
âThere is a reason,â you sigh, shaking your head, âwe should be out there enjoying the party, but instead, weâreââÂ
âAll alone, with the two most important people to us?â Satoru tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, âif anything, this was exactly the VIP treatment I was looking for, just us alone, in a room together?â Satoruâs tilting your head if only to press kisses up the side of your neck, nosing your pulse.Â
âHeâs right, princess, we only came here for you â no one else, weâre so proud of you,â Suguru murmurs, his hand finding its way onto your thigh, âand all we want is to see you happy,âÂ
Happy? When had been the last time you had been happy in the last few months? It had been far too long since it had been consistent â but the two people that ran consistently through every up, far too little downs? Satoru and Suguru. It had been so hard â and now it was almost over. Only a few more interviews and public appearances, and you would be done with Sukuna.
But you didnât want to think about Sukuna now â you wanted them. More than ever.Â
Your lips find Suguruâs first, lips sliding against his â a hesitation for a millisecond, before heâs melting into it, his tongue dragging against the seam of your lips, before youâre pulling away, soft pants filling the silence, until a warm hand is turning your head, and Satoru kisses you next, needy and persistent, as he always was, his fingers threaded in your hair, grazing against the nape of your neck. But Suguru doesnât waste time, a hand sneaking up the silt of your dress, dragging against your pantyhose, snapping the skintight, translucent fabric against your skin.Â
You part from Satoru for a moment, a string of spit connecting your lips to his, and you see the lipstick smeared on both their lips â you can only imagine what little you have left is painting more than just your lips at this point.Â
âIf we donât stop right now, donât know if I can, baby,â Satoru murmurs, guiding your palm to his already hard erection, âitâs risky,âÂ
âIt is, someone could catch us,â Suguru is still drawing tempting circles on your upper thigh, his nose brushes against yours as he presses his forehead against yours, âWhat do you want to do?âÂ
And you knew the right thing to do would be to fix your faces and return to the party, act as if this hadnât happened, as the three of you suffer through an evening without each other â until you get home far too late and far too tired to fall asleep beside them. That was the right thing, the sensible thing.Â
But your need for them both was hardly sensible. It wasnât sensible when the three of you had gotten drunk multiple nights after shooting together â Satoru only drinking a shot each time at your and Suguruâs insistence to get far too plastered too quickly. It wasnât sensible when the two asked you who the better kisser was â your character the envy of every fangirl as you got to kiss the two âstrongestâ sorcerers â and then when you cheekily replied you werenât sure, they didnât hesitate to kiss you then and there, one after another â and you realized you never wanted to stop (and the three you never did that night). It wasnât sensible to hook up again a few nights later, heading back to Satoruâs place to hang out, only for the three of you end up in bed together yet again â a habit formed, but that you couldnât quit. And it surely wasnât sensible when the three of you had started to date â it was far from it, in a business like this. But you did it anyway â because it was them.Â
It was always them.Â
You rise to your feet, facing them a moment, before turning your back to them, looking over your shoulder at them, âWell? Youâre going to have to help me get out of this dress because Iâm not letting you two ruin it.âÂ
And they share a look, before their lips curl into grins, as they reply.Â
âYes, maâam.âÂ
âOf course, baby.âÂ
âSuguru noââ and he snaps the fabric of your pantyhose against you making you whimper, âI told you notââÂ
âTo ruin your dress, you said nothing about your pantyhose,â his nails digging crescents into your lovely thighs, âand you should worry more about Satoru,âÂ
Satoruâs lips were nearly glued to your neck, tongue dragging up the side, until he pulled away to scowl at Suguru, âEh? Why me?â
Suguru shrugs, âwho left all those marks all over her neck last time?âÂ
âYou left marks over her thighs,â
âJealous?âÂ
âNo, but I think you are that everyone saw mine, but no one saw yours,â and Suguru scoffs,Â
âMy marks arenât for anyone else but me,â and his fingers tear at the fabric of your pantyhose, as you whine, lips curling as your skin is freed, âand if anyone else was seeing them, well,â his thumb drags across the swell of your far too wet cunt, drawing a pretty gasp from your lips, âIâd have to punish her wouldnât I?â He kisses the skin exposed between the patchwork tears, making you whimper, âmake her cum over and over, until she begs me to stop, show everyone how I fuck her well,âÂ
âNot as well as I do,â Satoru replies, âisnât that right, Princess?âÂ
âIâm not answering that,â you scoff â you knew nothing good came from getting between their fights, except maybe getting between their bodies.Â
âThen maybe weâll have to remind you,â Suguruâs hands drag over your legs again, tugging off the shreds of your pantyhose off, âgive you our dicks over and over until you tell us which oneâs better,âÂ
âSounds good to me, yeah?â Satoru leans down to kiss the valley of your breasts, before his fingers follow, finding the front latch with a grin, âplanned for this sweetheart? And I thought I was the one who wanted this the most,â and he undoes the clasp with practiced ease, your chest exposed to his touch, nipples pebbling under the cool air.Â
âYou still are,â Suguru replies, as he nips at your thigh, eyes flicking down to Satoruâs obvious erection straining against the fabric of his slacks, âready to burst just from looking at her chest, bet you wouldnât last a minute getting her off,âÂ
âOh yeah? Then letâs see who lasts longer,â Satoru undoes and tosses his shirt with ease, his deep blue suit coat long discarded, before he pulls you up into a sitting position while he lies back, and then lifts you with ease onto the middle of his bare chest, âyou in her mouth or me eating her out,âÂ
âToruââ you squealed, as you squirmed, your already embarrassingly wet panties clinging to your dripping cunt, slick against his skin, but he holds your hips steady with large hands, âI canât â Iâll crush youââÂ
âRide my face, baby,â Satoru smiles up at you, that same smile you could never say no to â the one that made your stomach tie itself in knots, âwanna watch you cum all over my face, wanna walk around covered with your slick mââÂ
âFuckââ you cover your face, cheeks burning, âstop,âÂ
âAlready embarrassed? Thatâs not good, Princess,â Suguru clicks his tongue, as gentle but teasing fingers pry your hands off your face, âcanât have that, we barely started,âÂ
âPlease, baby?â Satoru pouts, and you canât resist â a small nod, and his thousand watt smile almost makes it worth it, âtake your seat on your throne, Princess,â you snort, almost.Â
You gingerly shift yourself over him, still hovering as you hesitate. You whimper as he inhaled, a shudder leaving his body, âhow is it possible for you smell so fucking good?â And you hear the distinct sound of him unbuckling his belt and the zipper of his pants, and you knew he was already palming at his length.Â
Yet still, insecurity creeps up your body from his gaze, as he gazes up at your messy folds âAre you sure I wonât suffocateââ and he leans up to drag his tongue up your clothed cunt, nose bumping against your puffy clit, ângh, Toru,â his name comes out far too needy for your taste, knees already beginning to buckle, quivering when he tugs at your drenched panties to snap them against your glistening folds, âfuckââ and heâs pulling the thin fabric aside, his warm breath sending ribbons of heat up your body, nearly shuddering from anticipation alone, and itâs nothing compared to when he pulls you down to seat you fully on his face.Â
âFuck,â your body folds forward, and you barely catch yourself, as Satoruâs needy tongue drags over the length of your dripping cunt, âToru, oh my god â- fuck,â
You barely register the creak of the bed, and the rustle of clothes or the click of the belt, âThatâs the idea after all, princess,â Suguru knelt before you, his pretty cock aching for you and an inch in front of you â he was thicker than Satoru, lovely veins that you wanted nothing more than to trace, and pretty beads of pre-cum dripping from his slit, âare you going to be a good girl andââ he hisses when your lips part to suckle at his tip,tongue flicking over his slit, before you let his cock part your lips again.Â
But Satoru wasnât one to be ignored â his tongue circling your clit faster, as his hands rest on your ass, squeezing, before slapping his hand down against the sensitive flesh, sending you forward onto Suguruâs cock.Â
Suguru grunts, fingers threading into your strands, nails digging into your scalp, âsâfucking good for me, princess. Such a good cockeater,â his fingers cup your chin, forcing your gaze higher, eyes blown out in pleasure, boobs bouncing with the way you rocked against Satoruâs face and Suguruâs shallow thrusts, the heavy weight of his dick on your tongue.Â
And Suguru canât resist â palming at your breasts because youâre so pretty when you whine, as he pinches your erect nipples before rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. You moan around Suguruâs length, your hands grasping at his hips, sloppily sucking him off, as Satoru grinds his face against your cunt.Â
The wet squelch of your pussy rings in your ears, greedily lapping at your juices like a man wanting to drown, diving deeper and deeper to depths unknown. And when his thumbs reach up to part your hole further apart, youâre nearly choking on Suguruâs dick, as Satoruâs tongue slips into your entrance.Â
You whine when he teasingly pulls away, pressing sweet kisses to your clit, âGonna fuck you right, sweetheart â make sure you canât remember anything tonight except the feel of my tongue inside you, that is, until I fuck you open,â and heâs burying you back, moaning at the feeling of your juices slipping off the side of his face, âgotta open wide for you baby â gotta swallow this whole cunt, yeah?âÂ
And you would have moaned if you hadnât had your mouth full of Suguruâs dick, nearly beginning to choke on it when he began to lazily thrust into your mouth, a shiver down his spine as he looks at you drooling around his length, sloppily tracing his veins, a graze of his teeth against the sensitive skin, and a hiss parts his lips, âcareful there,â and he gives a particularly hard thrust, âdonât want me to fuck this throat do you?â and your moan makes a mean smirk curl his lips, âor maybe you do,âÂ
Fuck, you were getting close â and so was Suguru by the way his hips began to buck into your mouth, and Satoru for that matter â the wet sounds of his fisting his cock along with the messy moans against your cunt sending more pleasure up and down your spine. And fuck, his bucking against his hand was making the bed shake â and god, youâd reach behind you and jack him off if you werenât holding onto Suguru for dear life.Â
âThatâs it, sweetheart, swallow my cock, fuck, gânna cum soon,â Suguruâs balls slap against your face as he begins to fuck your mouth in earnest, âToru looks heâs about ready to burst too, gonna clean up our cocks before we fuck you, pretty?âÂ
âFuck, she nearly clamped down on my mouth from that,â Satoru says, thoroughly muffled from your heat pressed tight to his mouth, his tongue then returning to fuck you, as you ride his face to find your release, unable to think about anything else but cumming, âcum on my face, baby,â and when Satoru sucks around your clit, a sharp palm bearing down on your ass again, youâre cumming, grinding and riding out your high on his face, as he welcomes your release with an open mouth. The wet sounds of his slurping and sucking, as your juices roll off both sides of his face and stain the mattress underneath him.
And then youâre eagerly sucking at Suguruâs cock, swallowing around him as he fucks your face, âgânna cum, are you gonna let me cum alone â are you going to help Satoru cum too?â and heâs helping you reach back, leaning back with you so his cock never parts your pretty lips, and right as your fingers brush against Satoruâs cock, squeezing around the base, you hollow out your cheeks, letting Suguruâs tip brush your throat.Â
They both groan your name as they cum, thick spurts of Suguruâs release down your throat, while Satoru cums all over his stomach and your hand. They slowly still their movements, Suguru slowly pulling his cock from your mouth, strings like a spiderweb of cum and your spit connecting your lips to his dick, and Satoru helps you off his face, eyes shut as your legs are still shaking from the way he ate you out still, as they lay you down on the bed.Â
Your eyes flutter open to find Satoru licking his face clean, still glossy with your release and his spit, âFuck, sweetheart, how do you taste so good?â he murmurs almost reverently, a grin on his lips, âIâll have to sit on my face more often,â and youâre rolling your eyes.Â
âI donât know if Iâll be sitting on my throne very often, you weirdo,â you chuckle softly, far too breathlessly, and you turn to Suguru to find him leaning on his elbow, gaze still dark.Â
âWell, you do have two thrones after all,â Suguru leans down to find your lips in a kiss, tasting himself on your lips, a soft moan pulled from your lips, âyouâll have to use the other at one point or another,âÂ
âJealous?â you echo Satoru, and Suguru has you pulled into his lap in a moment, your back pressed flush to his chest, his cock already far too hard, far too quickly, and your head falls back as he drags the tip over your still sensitive folds, âa-ah, Sugu, IââÂ
âThe only thing Iâm jealous about is that the only thing thatâs been in this pretty pussy tonight has been Satoruâs tongue,â and heâs tilting your head down, to watch your cunt rub against his length, a whine leaving your throat that you barely recognize as your own, âthink we should fix that, shouldnât we?âÂ
âRoom for another over there?â Satoru adds, drawing closer, his length in hand, as he lazily pumps it to full mast, and you whimper at the sight of him, âour princess is so needy, she needs two of us to fill her, yeah?âÂ
And Suguru takes the opportunity to spread your folds with his hand, and sink his length into you, your head falling back into his shoulder, as a pornographic moans parts your lips, and Suguru is shushing you all the same, as he works himself into you inch by inch, âDonât want anything to think weâre filming a different kind of movie in here, hm?âÂ
âImagine the headlines then,â Satoru hums, as he teases your clit with his cock, âmovie star found cheating on her co star â one dick just wasnât enough â she needs two,âÂ
âCan they blame her?â Suguruâs finally inside you fully, his stretch far too delicious, shorting out your nerves with the pleasure â and you swear your cunt was making a mold of his cock, complete with every lovely vein, pretty curve, and each inch, âthis pussy deserves the best after all,âÂ
âSâfull,â youâre a mess, walls already fluttering around Suguru, practically begging him to begin moving, while welcoming Satoru in with folds that only craved his cock, âso big,â you whine.Â
âMmhmm, I know, baby,â Satoruâs tilting up your chin, lips curled in a grin, âSuguruâs almost too much for me â how are you going to fit me too?â and you whimper, shaking your head, âyou still want me?â and you nod far too eagerly, and he chuckles, âwell, you heard our princess, Suguru, mind giving me a hand?âÂ
And you furrow your brow, unsure, until you feel Suguruâs hands reach around to your front and spreads your pussy lips wider for Satoru, making your cunt clamp down on him, âfuck, she just got tighter,â but Satoru takes it in stride, gathering some of your juices on his fingers to further lube himself up.Â
âNo matter how much we fuck her like this, sheâs always so tight for us,â Satoruâs pressing his tip to your spread entrance, and you whimper, âmaybe tonight,â his fingers tilt your chin upwards, âweâll finally fuck her to remember our shapes,âÂ
And he guides his cock into you, and Suguru braces your body against his as your back arches, as both of their lengths stretch you open â like they said, no matter how many times they did this, you never quite got used to it.Â
But this pleasure? You were far too used to â they had ruined you for anyone else, because no matter what, no man could please you like either of them, much less both of them.Â
âSâfull, fuck, I-I canâtââ your walls are squeezing them hard, dicks rubbing together, drawing deep groans from both of them.Â
âDonât have to break our dicks off to get us to fuck you all the time, baby,â Satoru mutters, panting, as he lifts your leg, hooking one around his hip, âalready gonna fuck you stupid anytime you want,âÂ
âShit, Iâm not gonna last that long, Satoru,â Suguru says through gritted teeth, pressing heated kisses to your neck, âgonna start moving, sweetheart,â and youâre nodding, as they both begin to fuck you in tandem. Suguru thrusted upwards steadily, forcing you to ride him, allowing his dick to sink into sweeter depths, pleasure ripping up your spine, while Satoru fucked into you at a rough pace, hands gripping your thighs as he did. Both of their movements drove the other deeper into you, reaching depths you didnât think were possible.Â
âF-fuck, Sugu, Toru,â youâre babbling, lost in the thick haze of pleasure, dripping over your skin like hot molasses, slow but burning all the same, as your walls fluttered around both of them, âsâgood, I canâtââ tears burning at your eyes, as your hands brace themselves on Satoruâs shoulders.Â
âThatâs it, such a good girl, been thinking about you spread out on me like this since the moment I saw you,â Suguru grunts, rutting into you faster, âcouldnât wait to rip off this dress to fuck you right â didnât think youâd let us so soon,â and you swear their cocks were kissing your cervix at this point, and surely youâd look down and see a bulge in your stomach from how deep they were.Â
âPretty girl takes us so well, no one compares to you, sweetheart,â Satoru sighs, watching the way his cock sunk into you again and again, âyouâre ours, just ours,âÂ
âIâm close, sâclose, gânnaââ pleasure built like a coil in your stomach, ready to snap, and they were only more than happy to pull you apart, as long as they were the only one to put you back together.Â
And Satoru rubs at your clit, a moan on his lips, âCum for us princess,â and you do, toes curling as you cum hard with their names on your lips, clamping down around both of their cocks. Low moans of your name leave their lips as they fuck you through your orgasm, hips stuttering when they slowed, âgânna cum,âÂ
âWhereââ Suguru chokes out, and youâre leaning into Suguru, while your arms wrap around Satoruâs neck, pulling him close.Â
âInside, please, give me your cum,â And they both moan, slowing until they notch themselves deep as they both cum, thick releases painting your walls, continuing to fuck their cum deeper inside, ângh, fuck,â And Suguru finds your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, as Satoru digs his teeth into your neck, no protest coming to your mind, only just a want for more, more, more.Â
And they slow, creak of the mattress and the pants stilling into silence, as you lean back against Suguru, Satoruâs face buried in the crook of your shoulder as the three of you bask in the afterglow.Â
And finally, Satoru slowly pulls himself from you, groaning as he watches the evidence of the double creampie they gave you drips from inside you, âFuck, sweetheart, we filled you up,âÂ
âA shame to waste it,â Suguru murmurs, as he pulls his softening erection from inside you, âshould we plug her up, make her keep our cum inside her for the rest of the night?â and youâre biting back a moan, but Satoru doesnât miss the way your lower lips twitch.Â
âOh, she likes that,â Satoru grins, cupping your face to find your lips in a languid kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue that teases teasingly over the seam of your lips, âor maybe we should fuck her again and give her more until it drips down her thighs all night, hm?âÂ
And the moment is fraught with tension, as the two of them lean in again to kiss you, before the door bursts open, making all three of you freeze.Â
Fuck (and not in the good way).Â
âOi, what the fuck,â the three of you glance over, as Satoru and Suguru hurriedly covered you up with Suguruâs nearby discarded jacket, âyou fucking idiotsââÂ
âLook whoâs talking,â Satoru scoffs, âfuck off,âÂ
âI would say the same to you, but you already did,â Sukuna shakes his head, âall night youâve been gone, and you canât be bothered to keep track of the time?â and your brow knits together, âitâs nearly time for the fuckingââ
âQuestion and answer, with the press,â the warmth of their embraces erased in a moment by the news, a bucket of ice water spilled over your head, âfuck,â youâre trying to scramble to get up, âfuck, fuck, fuck, I canât out there like thisââÂ
âNo fuck you canât,â Sukuna scoffs, and Suguru glares at him, as he helps you into your dress, while Satoru stands with his jacket as a partition.
âStop talking if youâre not going to help,â and youâre lucky the dress doesnât require six people to get into, and you had chosen something relatively simple, with a fucking string corset you were beginning to regret as Suguru tried to retie it as best he could, âfuck, why was this dress so easy to take off?â But he finally gets it, as you open the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror.Â
âMy makeup, my hair â I can fix it, but not the way it was before,â youâre covering your face, how was your career over before you barely started? âFuck, what do I doââÂ
âItâs simple,â Satoru sighs, âas much as I hate to suggest this, and I probably will go gouge my eyes outââÂ
You sigh, âToruââÂ
âI have an idea,â Satoruâs eyes slide to Sukuna, disgust evident in his face, until he glances back at you, âbut weâll need his help,âÂ
âDonât worry, I donât know your name either,â Satoruâs head snaps back to Sukuna.Â
âYou donât knowââÂ
Sukuna smirks, âWhatâs the plan?âÂ
Satoruâs expression sours, as he scratches the back of his head, âWellâŠâÂ
âYou surprised me, brat,â Sukuna says, as he holds your arm, as the two of you make your way back into the ballroom, and youâre adjusting your dress, still far too self conscious â as if everyone could see what you did â even though that was the plan.Â
âThat I agreed to this?â you murmur.Â
âNo, that you bit me that hard,â he rubbed the mark you left on his neck, as your cheeks burn, âdidnât expect a tiny thing like you to be able to bite that well,âÂ
âWell, I had to make it look real,â you look away, but look back when youâre about to reach the doors of the ballroom, âfuck, everyone is going to look at us, arenât they?âÂ
âLet them enjoy the show,â an arm slides around your waist, âyou know they will.âÂ
~~~
Itâs only been a few weeks since the film premiered, and itâs already far surpassed some of the top grossing films this year. A lot of the buzz generated from the film has been around rumors surrounding the relationship between the two lead co-starsâtheir tumultuous relationship seems to have come to an endâ
And you tune out the video for a moment, scrolling into the comments to see what people are saying:Â
sukunasthirdleg69: damn can i get on him next? đ
Â
gegesnumber1hater: wonder if she got back with gojo or geto again? đ€ Iâd like to see that groupchat pop off.Â
gogecutestprincess replied to gegesnumber1hater: no way she lost her chance with gojo and geto đ€ they deserve betterâŠlike each other
You chuckled, at least the news of you and Sukuna had spread as planned. You had enough of the coverage of the premiere with the zoomed in images of your clothes and the marks on both of your bodies. But finally it was done â but how long would it be until you slipped up with Satoru or Suguru and the rumors would begin again?Â
âWhat are you thinking about so much? Aside from me,â Satoru collapses on the couch beside you, hair still damp from the shower, arm slipping around your waist, as he leans over your shoulder, âwhat are they saying now?âÂ
âJust more rumors â some are wondering if we got back together,âÂ
âHow could they ever think we let you go?â Suguru presses a kiss to the top of your head, before sitting beside you.Â
âI still hate that they think the marks I left are from Sukuna,â Satoru mumbles, as you flip through the comments, burying his face further into the crook of your neck, âhow could they not realize it was my hard work that put those marks there?âÂ
âBecause itâs so distinct,â you snort, and heâs pouting as you press a kiss to his cheek, ânot everyone has your sharp eyes, Toru,âÂ
âAnd yet you saved every picture they got of her,â Suguru smirks, and Satoru glares at him, âbut I did too,âÂ
âWhat are we going to do when they start talking about us again?â Satoru tilts his head at your question.Â
âLet them,â Satoru leans back on the couch, fingers toying with a strand of your hair, âand if you really donât like it, we can pay them off,âÂ
âAnd if I donât want to pay them off?â Both of them furrow their brows, âwhat if I want them to know?â You add, chewing on your lip, âabout us?âÂ
âYou want to?â Suguruâs gaze softens, âbut more than us, it could impact your career,âÂ
âIt already had,â you scoff, when had it not recently? If it was going to be like this, you would at least like to be in control of the narrative, âeveryone is always talking about us, well,â your lips curl into a grin, why donât we give them something to talk about?âÂ
âAnd what would that be?â Satoru hums.Â
You lock your phone screen, âWhen does shooting and press start for season three of jjk?âÂ
~~~~
A few months laterâŠ.
âA successful film, several offers to be in other blockbusters, and now youâre back shooting season three of Jujutsu Kaisen,â the interviewer leans back, shaking her head, as she fans herself with her interview cards, âI think we were lucky to get an interview with you now! Although it isnât in person this time,âÂ
âWell, you canât forget your roots,â and you couldnât â this was the first show that had requested you for an interview all those years ago when season one of Jujutsu Kaisen was airing, even if you had relegate them to a video interview, âit feels like this year has been that in many ways,âÂ
âOh? How is that?â and your lips curl.Â
âLast year with my first feature film and everything else, it felt like starting over â starting from scratch with something so new that I barely recognized myself at some point,â your hands clasped in your lap, âthis year, after the film gained so much traction, and going back to film the show that made my career, it just feels like coming home â especially to the cast,âÂ
âSpeaking of the cast, are you going to see more behind the scenes with Gojo and Geto?â she grins, âso many of your videos with those two went viral â are we going to see more of the three of you messing around?âÂ
And you canât help the smile on your lips, âOh definitely you will be seeing more of that,â youâre tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and the lights glint off a set of two rings on your finger, diamonds glinting as if begging for notice, and you hear a small gasp.Â
âIs thatââ and you freeze a moment, before your smile grows wider, and the interviewer squeals, âAre you married?âÂ
âGuilty,âÂ
The interviewer grins harder than you are â and youâre not quite sure if sheâs more thrilled at the news or of getting this exclusive, âWhoâs the lucky man?âÂ
And you open your mouth, when the camera goes out of focus for a moment, only for it to come back into focus with Satoru and Suguru leaning into the frame of the camera, their arms around your sides. And Satoru lowers his sunglasses with a smirk.Â
âWho said itâs just one?âÂ
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Part 2: Piercings and Puns
âPleeaaasse?â Johnny whines, pressing his hands together and giving you the biggest, sparkliest puppy dog look you could imagine.
You roll your eyes. âNo.â
âPlease! My two oâclock cancelled anâ Iâm so bored!â He flops over the counter, arms dangling right above the appointment books. You pointedly ignore the size of his biceps.
âIâm not letting you pierce me just because youâre bored.â You scoff. âNow shoo, Simonâs got an appointment coming in soon.â
âBut ye barely have any!â He argues. âAll Iâm askinâ fer is a wee ear. Noâ even a nipple!â
A shocked amalgamation of a bark, laugh, and scoff forces itâs way out of you at that. âItâs still a no!â
Johnny groans, but at least moves away from the counter. Unfortunately, he takes the opportunity to circle around behind you, pinching the cartilage of your ear. âCâmon, olâ rightyâs begginâ fer a conch.â
The intercom buzzes before you can respond. You swat Johnny away with one hand while pressing the speaker button with the other. âHello?â
âIâve goâ an appointment with Ghost.â A manâs voice drifts through. You blink dumbly for half a moment. You still havenât gotten used to Simonâs social media and booking moniker - he doesnât like giving his real name out much, apparently.
You buzz him in. Johnny is still hanging around the desk even when you leave to get Simon - making your way down the shirt hall to his studio. The large man stands in front of his stencil maker, back turned to you.
You knock on his door frame quietly. âYour guyâs here.â
âBe out in a moment.â He mumbles, focused on whatever heâs doing. You donât really know the steps by heart, but you do know that thereâs something so special about watching artists perform this repetitive song and dance. This rhythm they know by heart. Skilled hands enacting each step with careful precision.
Heâs so hard to read. Big and bulky but calm as the night sea. You want him to like you, but you know badgering him certainly wonât get you there. So, you turn on your heal and head back out. When you return to the front, Johnnyâs disappeared back into his room.
You suck your teeth and lean back in the desk chair, rolling your earlobe between your thumb and index finger. Itâs not a bad offer, really. You only have two earlobe piercings on each side. Wouldnât hurt to add a helix⊠youâve also wanted to get your thirds done for a while. Work your way up. You glance at the clock. Simon wonât be done with his client for at least an hour or so, and youâve balanced the registers for the moment. Both Kyle and John are out today, so they wonât need anything.
It wouldnât hurt⊠well, not metaphorically.
With a sigh you stand, wandering your way to Johnnyâs space. The doorâs wide open, and his head snaps up the moment you step close like a sixth sense. âTakinâ me up on my offer, bonnie?â
You roll your eyes. âGuess I am.â
âWhit dâye want?â Johnny practically skips around his station, pulling out wrapped, sanitized tools and placing them on a rolling tray. He pats the center of the padded table in the middle of the room.
âUh, been wanting to do my thirds for a while.â You shrug. âIf you have time for two.â
âOch, Iâve got all the time in the world fer ye, hen.â Johnny grins, pulling up in front of you and grabbing a marker.
Heâs so close as he places the marks on your ears, warm fingers feeling for the best spots. A thumb traces the back of your left ear down just to the beginning of your jaw briefly. Fuck, he smells good. Warm musk with hints of citrus around the edges. The way he tucks your hair back, hands framing your face as he lines up the dots, is so oddly intimate compared to the other times youâve gotten pierced. He chews at his lip in concentration, pulling at the scar on his chin while turning your head back forth a couple times.
âThink Iâve got it.â He grins and steps back. âHave a look.â
You take the mirror, casually checking but not paying too much attention. You trust him to do right by you. âLooks good.â
âAâright. Now the fun part.â He grins, tearing open the pack of tools and a two new needles.
âIs this fun?â You frown, squirming a little at the size of the needle.
âItâs always fun tâpoke a pretty girl.â
You roll your eyes, a growing theme between you two it seems. âOh, you thought that was real clever, didnât you? Had that in your pocket a while?â
âWhy donnae ye reach in anâ check?â He murmurs, leaning close to clamp your left ear. Youâre half tempted to tell him itâs mean to tease a fat girl like this - but you donât think he means anything like that by it. Heâs just a flirt by nature.
Before you can answer, he shoves the needle through your ear. You stiffen, a strained noise bubbling up out of your throat.
Johnny coos as he slips the earring into your ear. âOne doon.â
âUh-huh.â You sniffle. Not that it hurts badly, just a basic physical reaction. Johnny still gives you an empathetic smile.
The second goes quicker, Johnny locked in on his work. Itâs interesting, seeing how intense they get. You Is it odd to wish someone would look at you like that? With that much focus and passion?
âThere ye goâŠgood girl.â He murmurs in that deep rumble that would have you squirming if you didnât still have a needle through your ear. âDoinâ so good fâme...â
âYouâre a devil, MacTavish.â
Johnny just chuckles, knowing full well exactly what heâs doing. He steps back to look at the final result after slipping the second stud into your ear. They feel hot - like two small ovens on either side of your head.
âIf it werenât for the piercings Iâd think ye were blushing, hen.â
âYouâre gonna get yourself slapped one of these days.â You scoff, sliding off the table.
âWouldnnae be the first time.â
You find yourself rolling your eyes for the millionth time.
You grunt, squatting low in an attempt to pick the last of the parlor trash. Itâs not that you mind, trash was part of your duties from the start, but holy shit do these boys put bricks in their bins? Youâd think tattoos would make light trash. Especially after the sharps are disposed of separately.
âSolid?â Simon appears in the hall, eyes flicking over you. You still canât tell how he feels about you. Neutral, you suppose. At least thatâs all you can glean from behind his seemingly permanent black surgical mask.
âYa.â You sigh, letting the bag drop and leaning back to stretch. âJust heavy. Swear yâall arenât throwing rocks in these just to fuck with me?â
You give him a grin. Simon just cocks an eyebrow - exaggerated by the small piercing lining it. You think, maybe the slight shaking of his shoulder is a laugh. In combination wonât he crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Maybe not.
ââere.â Simon grunts, closing the short distance between you quickly before snatching up the bag like it weighs almost nothing.
You stutter, following after him toward the back exit. âYou donât have to-â
âNot a problem.â He grunts, tossing the thing over the side of the bin. He quietly leads you back inside, locking the door behind you âJohnny goâ you already?â
When you frown in confusion he points to his ears.
âOh! Yeah.â You shrug, leading the way back to front desk to finish up your closing duties. âHeâs insistent. Iâd wanted them for a while anyway so I figured thereâs no harm.â
âGive âim an inch...â He sighs, pointing to the black bar bridge piercing at the apex of his nose. âSomehow talked me into this shite.â
You tilt your head. âYeah? I think it suits you.â
It really does. You canât see most of his nose form under the mask but the arc of it leading up to bridge is strong, the piercing settling into the space nicely.
Simon breaks the silence. âYou about done?â
âAlmost. Just gotta check the ATM against the book real quick.â You nod.
He stares down at you for a moment, glancing out the semi-opaque window, now black with the night sky. There arenât many street lamps on this side of town. You can only see a very faint glow from the one down by the car park.
âIâll wait.â Simon settles his wide frame into Kyleâs usual chair.
âOh! No you donât have to! Iâm sure youâre tired-â
âWouldnât feel right leavinâ you alone in the dark.â He cuts you off.
âItâs not a far walk-â
He scoffs. âDefinitely not leaving you to walk alone.â
You sink your teeth into your lip, debating briefly on arguing. Based on his comfortable lean and crossed arms, itâs probably best to just let him walk you home. He looks so wide like that, veins prominent across his forearms. Fuck, you gotta find a boyfriend or booty call or something in this city. Anything to stop the temptation to stare at your hot coworkers.
It doesnât take long to finish up your final chores. You turn all but one light off, wiring down from the bright overheads glaring at you all day. You glance over at Simon a few times while locking up the ATM, his covered face lit up by the light of his phone.
He leads you out of the shop once youâre finished, locking the door behind you and trying it a couple times to be sure. âWhich way?â
âUh, down here. Itâs only twenty minutes.â You murmur, feeling guilty that youâve kept him out extra late. You shove your hands in your hoodie pockets as you walk, the only sound on the street made up of your footsteps and some distant cars.
âWhat falls but never gets hurt?â Simon asks suddenly.
You frown. âHuh?â
âWhat falls but never gets hurt?â
You squint at him, trying to decipher anything from his face in the low light. You get nothing but a calm, warm gaze resting on you.
His eyes crinkle in the corners again. âRain.â
âPffft-â You choke, caught off guard. âThatâs such a lame pun.â
âOh? Iâve got a better one.â Simon says, a smirk in his tone. âWhyâd the mother clam scold her children?â
You chew your lip. God, youâre too literal to be clever enough for stupid puns and riddles. It doesnât help that your head is spinning from this brick shithouse, incredibly attractive and intimidating man spitting popsicle puns at you.
âThey were being shellfish.â
âOh fuck off!â You shove at his arm playfully without thinking. He gives, letâs you push him slightly before you stiffen. âS-sorry! I donât-â
âNothinâ to apologize for.â The corners of his eyes crinkle deeper. Yeah, definitely a smile. You answer it with one of your own.
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OFF LIMITS â rafe cameron ÂĄ (03)
social media & irl AU !
pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content sexual jokes, rafe being a sweetheart( & an idiot) !
NAVIGATION. series masterlist | 02 ÂĄ 03 ÂĄ 04





















The past week was beyond perfect, you knew something bad was occuring, whether you liked it or not. Unlike what you had in mind, the trip was fun, with you and Sarah attached at the hip, doing everything you missed out on for the past two years.
You partied a decent amount, had a lot of dates and dinners, with Rafe and Ryan third wheeling, of course. And that's besides the beach errands you ran at least twice a day. However, that all came crashing down when you got your period, falling into a state of apathy the moment you discovered you were on it.Â
It was bearable at first, you still hung out with the rest, sunbathing while they surfed, sat to the side when they cooked, but your cramps had other plans, ruining your day when you no longer could tolerate the pain, leading to no good. You locked yourself in your room, isolating yourself from everyone else, immediately brushing off their attempts to allure you out.
It was that bad, even Sarah chose to keep her distance, giving you space, fully aware of your mood swings when it came to dealing with your period cramps. The blonde did everything in her power to keep you comfortable, only reaching out to you when it was necessary, and to that, you were grateful, because Ryan on the other hand, was behaving like a total bitch.Â
And well, Rafe was sweet. He was clueless, yet, he knew you were feeling under the weather, offering to take over your tasks when Rysn forced you to do chores. You had to keep reminiscing over the fact that this was a mere joke, and that heâs off limits, hence heâs your brotherâs best friend.Â
But how could you? Rafe was an angel, everything you looked for in a guy, and while itâs only been a bit over a week since youâve met him, the subtle gazes you exchanged did nothing but create a giddy mess out of you.Â
You forced yourself out of bed, body drenched with sweat due to the thick hoodie hugging your figure. You approached the bathroom, with the intent of freshening up, eternally grateful it was connected to your room.Â
With a groan, you reached for the wood cabinets, unlatching them with a swift movement. You reached for the container of spare pads you had brought, heart sinking to your stomach when nothing came within your reach, indicating you were out. That only added to your pent up frustration, letting out a cry as you tossed the box in the trash.Â
Those were supposed to last you a week, yet, here you were, out on the second day of your period. Usually, your cycle wasnât on the heavy side, that it completely went past your mind to bring more, just in case it was one of those days.Â
Your parents were nowhere in sight when you called out for them, implying that they werenât home. You had no choice but to reach out to Ryan, contemplating whether it was a good idea with how whiny he was, a good chance heâll probably refuse.
Therefore, it was no surprise when you knocked and called out his name, receiving no response in return. You rolled your eyes, erupting through the door, instantly regretting the gesture as you came to a halt, spotting none other than Rafe on Ryanâs bed, with your brother nowhere in sight.Â
Rafe was accompanied with his phone, laying flat on his chest, his bare back glowing under the sunlight peeking through the window blinds. You grew flustered to the sight, forcing your eyes away from the latter when he perked up, conscious of your presence mere inches away.
A low hum bubbled out of Rafeâs throat, stretching his arms over his head as he tossed his phone to the side, now facing in your direction. He flashed you a tight-lipped smile, seeking his shirt with his gaze, not wanting to put you in an awkward situation with the state he was in.Â
Right, he was shirtless, it was rude of you to come in without knocking, especially now, as your gaze burned holes through his skin, too hazed to pull your eyes away from his broad torso. How could you, when his chest was out on display, the view inviting, so there, it left you no choice but to stare?
âSorry,â you muttered through a breath, clenching the hem of your hoodie in between your fingers. âI didnât know youâd be in here, I thought Ryan was ignorinâ me.âÂ
âItâs okay,â Rafe reassured, throwing his shirt over his head. âRyanâs not here, heâs been gone since this morning.âÂ
âRight,â you nodded, his absence skipping over your head. âIâll leave you to it, then.â
âDo you need anything?â Rafe interrupted your plan of exiting, causing your hand to halt around the doorknob.Â
âItâs nothing,â you brushed off his concerns with a polite smile, âJusâ wanted to grab a few things, since the fridge is empty.âÂ
âOkay,â Rafe shot back, springing out of his seat. âLetâs go.âÂ
âWait, what?â Your eyes slightly widened, taken aback by his suggestion.Â
âDo you not want to go?â He playfully poked back, strolling past you, your eyes following his figure, landing where he stood against the railing. âIâll take you.âÂ
âYou donât have to!â You instantly refused, hands waving in front of your chest. âIâll just wait until heâs back, itâs no big dealââ
âDonât be stubborn,â Rafe chimed back, his footsteps echoing through your ears, observing as he walked down the stairs. He looked over his shoulder, merely to glimpse in your direction. âIâll wait for you downstairs, come down when youâre ready.âÂ
Rafe left you no choice but to do as he said, throwing on a decent outfit before heading downstaits, and making your way outside. The latter already had the engine started, his door slightly open, with the hum of the radio playing in the background. He perked up when you approached the car, tossing his phone in the cup holder. Rafe watched as you got in, quickly clicking your seatbelt on, so you donât delay your leave any longer.Â
The drive to the grocery store stretched with comfortable silence, atmosphere heavy with tension you both chose not to address, letting it seep through the whole ride. You let out a sigh of relief you didnât know you were holding, exiting the car as soon as Rafe was parked.Â
Rafe followed in your steps, attempting to catch up with you through the somewhat cramped space. It was a good grocery run, quick yet filled with chaos, as Rafe stacked the cart with unnecessary things that you knew would go unnoticed, only getting acknowledged once theyâre past the due date.Â
Despite your desperate need for pads; the whole purpose of this errand, your embarrassment took over everytime you circled around the aisle, eyeing it while you tried to come up with a good excuse for you to grab them, feighing the boyâs presence, who was growing suspicious because of how anxious you were.Â
Rafe could only handle so much, halting when you hit your third round in the âhygiene care aisleâ, the gesture earning a puzzled expression out of you. You turned in the boyâs direction, breath knocking out of your chest when you caught him observing the various type of pads displayed on the shelves.
âWhich one do you want?â He questioned, hand landing on a random brand, one youâve never heard of before. âThis one?â â
He knew. The realization made your cheeks flush with heat, feeling it crawl past your neck, and settle across your face, your bewildered expression failing to hide your embarrassment. Usually, you were very vocal about your needs, you donât get why it was hard to voice out what you wanted, especially in Rafeâs presence.Â
Whether itâs you being nervous, or embarrassed, either way frustrated you, making you even more confused than you already were.Â
âWhat?â You choked out, tensning from where you stood.Â
âDo you not use that one?â He questioned, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. He clicked his teeth, observing each one, until he pointed at another brand. âHow about this one? I heard itâs a good brand.â
âYou heard?â You repeated, your voice filled with disbelief. âIâ listen, Rafe, I donât need them, letâs jusâ leave.âÂ
âWho are you fooling here?â He scoffed, slightly teasing with his tone. âYou clearly need them, this is the third time weâve come through this section, it canât be for no reason.â
You hated that he was right, his statement making you even more flustered, creating a mess out of you in front of him. You cleared your throat, striving to come up with an excuse that will get you out of this situation, merely to result with nothing in return.Â
âItâs not for me,â shit, âSarah said she needed pads, itâs not something I could bring up, since you insisted on tagging along.â
âMhm,â Rafe hummed, a knowing smile tugging at his lips, not convinced by your explanation. âNow tell me, which one do you use?âÂ
âIâm serious!â You exclaimed, abashed by his teasing.Â
âSorry, I mean, which one does Sarah use?â He corrected, chest swelling with pride with his words were getting to you, affecting you whole as you stumbled to mutter a coherent sentence out. âNow hurry, we donât have all day.âÂ
âOh, shush.â You rolled your eyes, suppressing the smile forming on your lips. âDonât rush me.â
You paused for a second, snorting when you noticed him reaching for his phone, for the mere purpose of searching the brand he has in hand, his curiosity getting the best of him. You snatched it from his hold, placing it back on the shelf, the action earning a puzzled look out of the boy.Â
âWhat was that for?â He started, voice so soft, that you almost felt guilty for interfering.Â
âItâs not a good brand,â you reasoned, reaching for the one you always used. âThis one is, though.âÂ
âYeah?â Rafe questioned, his lips smudging with a cocky grin. âDoes Sarah use it?âÂ
âShe does,â you choked out, tossing the box of pads in the cart, completely avoiding Rafeâs gaze. âLetâs leave before it gets dark outside.âÂ
Rafe made sure to grab a few more boxes from the brand you had chosen, throwing them in the cart along with the other stuff you brought. You both stood in line, having gotten everything you wanted, merely needing to check out, and then youâd be ready to go.
There wasnât plenty of people in front of you, relieved once you eventually reached your turn. Rafe was kind enough to do all the heavy work, handing the stuff for the cashier to check them out, insisting you let him do it when you offered a helping hand.Â
The lady assisting you grinned, catching sight of all the chocolate bars and essentials displayed in front of her, mind travelling elsewhere at the sight of you two. Rafe stood next to you once he was done, flashing the lady a polite smile, one she swiftly returned.Â
âYouâre quite the gentleman, arenât you?â She started, her voice earning your attention, as well as Rafeâs, whose knuckles hovered over yours, the fraction sending shivers down your spine. âTaking care of your girlfriend while sheâs ill; not a lot of men do that.â
Her words made you stop in your tracks, the assumptions causing your eyes to widen with shock. Your lips parted to speak, striving to correct the lady, action falling short when Rafe beat you to it, the words he mumbled next causing your breath to hitch.Â
âArenât I the sweetest?â He cooed, slinging his arm around your shoulder, then applying enough pressure to bring you close to his chest, now fully tangled in his hold. âIsnât that right, girlfriend?âÂ
âWhat the hell are you doing?â You whispered through gritted teeth, just loud enough for Rafe to hear you.Â
He cocked his head to the side, flashing you a look that almost melted you in the spot, his attempt to get you to go along with the bit totally working, even if it was a low blow. You stiffened under his touch, turning back to the lady, who was admiring you two with so much endearment, you felt guilty confronting her about the situation.Â
This is not something your brotherâs best friend should do; pretend youâre his girlfriend out in public, well aware Ryan would be against it. Hell, if Ryan was there, Rafe would be knocked out on the floor, as you were painfully aware of how protective your brother truly was, especially when it came to his friends.Â
Youâve had a few of his friends hit on you, and that, it didnât end quite well, with him cutting them off the moment they crossed the line. You didnât want that to happen with Rafe, knowing how much Ryan cherished their friendship. Therefore, you didnât wanna come in between them, ruin the last ounce of hope Ryan was holding onto, even if your emotions got in the way.Â
The sensation of Rafeâs arm sliding down your waist pulled you out of your head, tensing under the boy when his hand landed just above your hip, his breath fanning over the sliver of skin around your neck not being of much help. And when you thought it couldnât get any worse, it did, with the latter leaning forward, and placing a chaste peck to your temple.Â
His lips burned against your flesh, skin hot on yours, that the moment he withdrew from the touch, you felt the world stop around you, mind too hazy to comprehend the gesture. You stole a glance over your shoulder, instantly fixing your gaze back on the lady when you caught him already staring at you, not failing to hide the smug smile spread across his face.Â
A sigh of relief escaped your throat when Rafe reached for his wallet, the action creating somewhat of a distance between you two, one you desperately seeked. He handed the lady his card, humming to himself as he punched in his code number, clicking his teeth when it went through, verifying he was done.Â
âHave a great day.â The lady mumbled, handing Rafe the receipt, with the boy contently accepting it.Â
âYou too,â He forced a smile across his face, pausing before he continued his sentence. âSheâs actually my sister, by the way.âÂ
The lady was taken aback by his response, pausing in her spot. She watched Rafe strolling away, turning back to you, as you were just as shocked as she was, frozen where you stood.Â
âLetâs go, girlfriend.â He tugs your wrist, instantly interwhing your fingers with his.Â
The walk to the car was silence, the warmness of Rafeâs hand radiating heat through your flesh, the sensation accompanying your head, along with what just happened, the situation shocking you to your core. You felt guilty for the butterflies seeping through your stomach, aware that Rafe was messing around, and that this was nothing you should contemplate about, as he was nothing more than your brotherâs best friend.Â
Rafe let go of your hand, walking around the car, and opening the trunk to throw the stuff inside. He handled them with ease, putting the cart back in the parking area, making sure to be quick with his action. By the time he was back, you were already inside the car, holding back until he took your side to speak.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?â You muttered, watching as Rafe started the car, attention fixing on the rearview mirror while he drove out of the parking lot, the hand stretching out to the passenger seat doing things to you.Â
âWhat?ïżœïżœïżœ He chuckled, manspreading as he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position.Â
âFirst, you pretend Iâm your girlfriend,â you frowned, a look of disbelief displayed on your face. âThen you proceed to tell her Iâm your sister?!â
âCâmon,â he stifled out a laugh, grinning from ear to ear. âYou have to admit, it was funny.âÂ
âIt wasnât!â You snorted, rolling your eyes as you relaxed back in your seat, focusing your attention on the road.
âIt replaced the frown on your face,â he reasoned, âYou canât tell me it didnât work.âÂ
That was alone to have you melting, shutting you up right in the spot. The next few minutes filled with silence, background music echoing through your ears as you leaned your head against the window, enjoying the ride back with the dim darkness seeping through.Â
And you were so close to falling asleep, your plan going interrupted when Rafe approached the Airnbnb, parking the car in the drive through once you were there. You sat up, an exhausted sigh bubbling out of your throat as you stretched your arms over your head.Â
Rafe grabbed the bags from the trunk, catching up with you once he retrieved everything. You swiftly unlocked the door for him, the gesture earning a grateful smile out of the boy.Â
âDid you have fun, girlfriend?â Rafe teased, head turning in your direction.Â
âOh my god, shut up!â Your pupils dilated with disbelief, taken aback by his question. âCan you not? What if someone hears you?âÂ
âHear what?âÂ
A familiar voice erupted through your ears, causing you to freeze in your spot. You leisurely turned in the noiseâs direction, immediately catching sight of Ryan, who was seated around the table, with food splattered in front of him.Â
Your throat instantly ran dry, caught off guard by your brotherâs presence, mere inches away from where you stood. Your gaze shifted to Rafe as he came in view, walking past you to approach Ryan.Â
He put the bags on the counter, dabbing Ryan up before he made himself comfortable next to the latter. Ryan whined with complaints, grumbling when Rafe stole a fry from his plate, protesting to the latter eating his food.Â
âGuess what,â Rafe muffled, swallowing down the food in his mouth. He pointed in your direction, Ryanâs gaze following his finger, until it landed on you. âI took my girlfriend grocery shopping.âÂ
Ryan almost choked on the food he stuffed in his mouth, swiftly turning his head in Rafeâs direction, nearly breaking his neck with the gesture. His eyebrows furrowed with annoyance, growing irritated by the smug expression spread across his best friendâs face.Â
As for you, you were just as shocked as Ryan was, not expecting Rafe to mention the situation so casually, not in front of Ryan, thatâs for sure.Â
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â Ryan barely managed to speak.Â
âWhat?â Rafe tilted his head to the side, gaze shifting back to you. âSheâs my girl.âÂ
âFuck off, Rafe.â Ryan defensively shot back, âAre you fucking messing with me?âÂ
âHe is,â you beat Rafe to responding, afraid something might break out if the latter continued teasing your brother any further. âThe lady assumed he was my boyfriend, and he will not shut up about it.âÂ
That earns a giggle out of Rafe, far too amused to acknowledge the fuming boy from beside him, slightly less mad at the explanation you offered him.
They spent the next few minutes bickering, with you technically third wheeling on the side. Rolling your eyes, you took your leave, making sure to grab the bag of pads before you strolled up the stairs, with the intentions of approaching Sarahâs room.Â
Fortunately, her door was slightly ajjared, the sight of Sarah sprawled across the bed filling the majority of your view. You knocked on the door, peaking your head through to earn the girlâs attention, successfully doing so as she glanced over, gasping when she spotted you.Â
âBug!â She chimed, her excitement a silent invitation for you to enter.Â
âHi,â you flashed her a smile, instantly embracing the girl in a hug once she was within your reach. âI missed you.âÂ
âMe too,â she muttered, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. âWhere were you?! âHavenât seen you all day.â
âI went grocery shopping with Rafe.â You casually responded, your answer earning a scuff out of Sarah.Â
âI knew it!â She pulled back, rolling her eyes with a hint of annoyance. âIs that why you both randomly disappeared?âÂ
âI guess,â you pursed your lips into a thin line, suppressing the smile forming on your lips. âIt was an emergency, he insisted on taking me, though I was planning on going with Ryan.âÂ
Sarah nodded with understandment, eyes trailing to the bag in your hand, instantly catching on to what you meant.Â
âI did lie, though.â You confessed, nose scrunching with shame.Â
âAbout what?â Sarah chuckled, perking with interest.Â
âI said they were for you,â your eyes forced shut, âIâm sorry, okay? He put me in the spot, that was the only thing I could come up with!âÂ
âNo, thatâsââ Sarahâs sentence was interrupted by the burst of giggles erupting out of her throat, unable to contain her laughter for any longer. âThatâs totally valid.â
âWhy are you laughing, then?!â You chimed in on her laughter, lightly slapping her shoulder.Â
âIâm telling you Bug,â Sarah started, suppressing her chuckles. âHeâs not buying that.âÂ
âYouâre making it worse!â You groaned into your hands, falling back on her bed, now faced with the ceiling. âI canât even face him, you should see the stunt he pulled on me in the store.âÂ
âOh, that doesnât sound goodâŠâ she trailed off, waiting for you to continue.Â
âWell, we were checking out, then this cashier said he was a gentleman, blah blah blah, she assumed I was his girlfriend, and he sort of went along with it?â You explained, face flushing with heat as you reminisced back on the memory, recalling the feeling of his lips brushing over your temple. âHe was acting like an idiot, going all âarenât I the sweetest, girlfriend?â The lady totally believed it! And guess what, Sarah?!â
âWhat?!â Sarah almost gasped, curiosity getting the best of her.Â
âHe fucking kissed me!â
At that, an audible gasp escaped Sarahâs throat, shock displaying across her face as her hand came up to cover her parted mouth.Â
âNo fucking way!â She whisper-yelled, repeatedly slapping your arm with excitement. âWas it on likeâ you knowââ
âNo!â You clarified, growing flustered due to her assumption. âHe kissed my temple, barely even a kiss, but it still happened.â
âYou know, I was so invested, I forgot he was my brother.â Sarah mumbled, her statement easing the awkward tension seeping through. âThatâs crazyâ I mean, not to be weird or anything, but Rafeâs never this touchy with anyone, he sucks at showing affection, especially in public.âÂ
âDonât say that,â you started, feeling your pulse quicken over her words. âIâm barely holding back as is.âÂ
âShut up!â Sarah scoffed, âBut Iâm serious, Iâve received a lot of complaints from his past girlfriends about that, Iâm surprised heâd pull something like this, with you, of all people.â
âArenât you supposed to be against this?!â You rolled your eyes, covering how flustered you were with fake annoyance. âWhy are you encouraging it?â
âI mean, itâs not like I can stop you two from liking each other,â she cocked her head to the side, voice tinted with hope. âBesides, Iâll be happy with any decision that you make, as long as you donât get hurt, of course!âÂ
âSarah,â your lips formed into a pout, not expecting her supportive words, though they drove you over the edge, with the forming crush sparkling through your heart. âStop, why are you so sweet?âÂ
âOh, come on, I've always been sweet to you.â She cooed, cupping your face with her hands. âNow stop acting sappy, and go freshen up so we can watch a movie.âÂ
âFine!â You mumbled, chuckling when Sarah pecked your forehead, the sensation like feathers on your skin. âThat tickles!âÂ
âItâs a goodbyeâs kiss!â She exclaimed, joining in on your giggles. âI know youâll take long to shower.â
âIâll be fast.â You replied, getting up from Sarahâs bed, the gesture earning groans of protest from the girl.Â
You barely managed to escape Sarahâs grip, walking back to your room. A hint of confusion washed over your voice, noticing the way your door cracked half way through, when you couldâve sworn you shut it before you left.Â
The frown on your face was instantly replaced with a smile as you caught sight of the snacks spread across your bed, along with a heating pad on the side, the familiar chocolate bars unveiling the identity of the person who sprawled these out for you.Â
Your eyebrows curled at the sight of the cyan pink sticky note just above the heating pad, growing intrigued as you reached out to grab it, the smile on your face spreading into a foolish grin once you read what was written on it.Â
I know itâs not much, but I hope you feel better, girlfriend ;) - r
Your heart skipped a beat at the note, feeling heat crawl past your neck, until it settled on your face. It wouldn't hurt to thank him for this, right? Itâs not like you were making a move on him, your action a mere return for his act of kindness, nothing more.Â
So you did, slightly hesitating as you exited your room, with the purpose of searching for Rafe. You followed the distant voice echoing through your ears, the sound growing louder the closer you approached the narrowed hallway.Â
He mustâve been downstairs, along with Ryan, in the same position you left them in, probably still arguing over something absurd. The thought brought a smile to your lips, instantly fading once their words filled the echo of your ears. While you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you were somewhat glad that you did, Rafeâs next statement making your heart sink to your stomach, panic settling through your chest.Â
ââNot! Relax Ryan,â Rafe argued, his voice slightly muffled. âIâm not gonna date your sister.âÂ
Oh.Â
Oh.
âDonât fuck with me, Rafe.â Ryan shot back, pent up frustration visible through his tone. âI told you already, my sister is off limits, donât make me do something Iâll regret.âÂ
Rafe nodded, face twisting into something serious, replacing the teasing grin he had on his face.Â
âDonât be ridiculous,â he replied, âSheâs like Sarah to me, and you know that.âÂ
Humilation couldnât describe how you felt in the moment, his statement like a punch to your stomach. A wave of emotions rushed through your insides, ones you couldnât even concentrate into words.Â
That shouldâve been expected, however, it hurt hearing it out loud, from Rafe of all people.Â
a/n hi!! i hope you enjoyed it heheeh i promise i have soething planned out theyre not going too fast
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Thinking aboutâŠBiker!141 AU
Biker!Gaz who turned a hobby into a career on social media. Sometimes heâs dishing out advice and general maintenance tips, while the rest of his videos are straight up thirst traps. He might not say it directly, but he adores the attention. All the thirsty comments are the perfect ego boost. But thereâs a pattern, a username that keeps cropping up over and over again. Itâs not just anyone. Itâs his best friendâs ex, a woman heâs been lusting after for years. Sheâs liking his posts, and leaving filthy comments. This might be his chance.
Biker!Price doesnât hate much, but he hates it when people owe him money. And your brother is at the top of his list. With a stacked gambling debt, your brother hands you over to Price with the hope that this might erase or lower the debt. Well, tough shit for your brother. Price is keeping you and not erasing one cent of the debt just to shove it in your brotherâs face. Yes, youâre his now, and that isnât going to change, but youâre a sweet thingâŠand Price intends to make you his.
Biker!Ghost is the odd one out in his small town. Rumor is that heâs a violent man with a long criminal history that ranges from petty theft to murder. No one will actually verify if itâs true, but they all repeat it like itâs the truth. As the newest addition, everyone you come across tells you to stay away from him even though heâs the only car mechanic in town. But when your cheap ass car breaks down, and not a single godly citizen stops to help, itâs Ghost that rolls to a stop. Itâs he that offers you a ride home and promises to have it towed to his shop free of charge.
Biker!Soap is about to be handed the keys to a criminal empire. His fatherâs clock is ticking, but a war between rivals looms on the horizon. With the possibility of a bloody fight ahead, Soapâs father makes a deal with another rival gang. This one has a marriageable daughter around the same age, and Soap is the eligible bachelor. While heâs single, heâs hardly celibate. He rides fast, fucks hard, and hasnât thought about having a wife at all. But when you arrive, he meets a fiery thing that would rather scratch his face off than sleep with him. Good luck with that, babe. Soap is about to win you over.
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SUPERNOVA CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

kpop idol caitlyn X her insatiably horny junior
"Noona is so cool!" You mimic, voice pitching either higher or lower, depending on which of the plethora of comments you pick, at your leisure. "Caitlynâs a CF goddess. Her talents are seriously wasted. Wah, her visuals are really otherworldly. Unnie looks so good Iâm creaming my pantsâ" Caitlyn fixes you with a flat, unimpressed look, at that last one. âIt doesn't say that.â You grin, like the effervescent angel you are. âYeah. That was just me.â
tw; dom/sub!caitlyn, brat!reader, idolverse, girlcock, semi-public sex, sex in dance practice rooms, mirror sex, handjobs, handjobs during vlives, voyeurism, mild age-gap, age hierarchy dynamics, use of korean honorifics. idol!caitlyn x idol!reader wc; 5.1k. ao3
notes: set in modern day runeterra. ionia encompasses the entire region of asia in league which i personally find stupid but i dont make the rules. fluff/smut/humour. derivative of korean culture (kpop idol au) + pokes a lil fun at stan culture. no prior kpop knowledge is needed (though it would likely help) the sex is filthy regardless. wrote this after finding caitlyn is only a 1/4 white like hallelujah jesus
CAITLYN looks stupidly good. Like stupid, stupidly good. Her grey sweatpants are slung low on her hips, waistband of her briefs peeking out. Sweat-slickened abs glare back at you, from the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The outline of her bulge is visible. These are all observations that you latch into like an IV-drip hooked-up to your wrist, in order to stay aliveâlest you die from the fatigue. And boredom.
âPlease,â You grumble, head slumped on your knee as your arm drops to the floor, phone abandoned Candy Crush side, up. âPlease, please, please, can we go home?âÂ
âNo,â Caitlyn huffs, hands on her hips, looking entirely too good as she takes a momentary (and you mean, momentary) break to swig a sip of water, before she hurls herself right back into it, sweaty and stunning.
The two of you have been trapped in the practice rooms for what feels like eternity. Or, more accurately, Caitlyn has trapped you in the practice rooms for what feels like eternity. You would rather be snuggled up and content in the comfort of your dorms; rather than slogging away in the basement, like youâre still trainees clawing your way up the company ladder inch by inchârather than the four-time daesang winners, face of Ioniaâs girl-groupsâ, and other innumerable accolades under your belts that seemingly mean nothing to your fearless group leader. At least, at the moment.
Youâve long slunk to the floor, sleepy eyes tracing the way sweat rolls down Caitlynâs nape as she re-runs the movements for about the zillionth time. Her shoulder-blades flex through the thin fabric of her shirt, sweat dampening into a darkened pool in a way that should be gross, but on her, it just looks sexy. The ache in your muscles has simmered to a low burn, by now. Jeez, your eyelids are slipping. Thank God you have your sweet leader to ogle. The sight of Caitlynâs bulge peeking through those sweatpants is practically your sole motivator in keeping your eyes open.
âYou know,â After what feels like a decade, you pipe up again, because time has begun to melds together. âYouâve got it. Seriously.â The swig of water that sluices down your throat is lukewarm and unsatisfactory. Fuck, youâre thirsty. âThe stage is a week away. Youâll be fine.â
Caitlynâs eyes narrow at you through the mirror, incredulous.
âWhen in the world has fine ever been good enough?âÂ
Okay, sure. Caitlynâs right. But sheâs more than fine. Almost-perfect, actuallyâand come seven daysâher dance moves will indubitably be heaven-sent and her ending fairy will probably trend #1 on three different social media platforms, and you will most definitely tug her ear endlessly about it, like the benevolent, supportive junior you are.
Seven days prior, howeverâand all you are is tired, grouchy, and maybe just a little bit horny.Â
âI crave the sanctity of my blankets.â You lament, hand falling over your forehead as you languish on the floor, because the sun has probably set by now and you are seriously contemplating the possibility of dying of old age in this godforsaken practice room. (Not that that would be so bad, if Caitlyn were with you).
âYou can go home, you know,â Caitlyn sighs, twisting around to face you, sneakers squeaking on the glossy wooden floors.Â
âHow am I supposed to sleep without my favourite member as a bolster?â You pout, snatching on the chance to act a brat, immediately. Caitlyn just rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch upwards, so negligible that if you weren't so tuned in to all-things-Caitlyn, you mightâve missed it.
âClingy.â She mutters, like she doesn't love it. Loves being your favourite. Not that it matters, because the glimmer of hope that flickers in your chest when Caitlyn crouches down in the direction of her bagâis immediately quashed when she only taps her screen, and the speaker rewinds all the way to the start.Â
Youâre really starting to hate this song.
âAre you serious? Thatâs not enough to rouse your cold, dead, heart?â You whine, because usually Caitlyn would've caved to your grabby-hands and doe-eyes by now (especially with the way you look; lips parted and shining with spit, water trickling down your chin down the column of your throat, from the leftover rivulets of your water-bottle.) Not that Caitlyn doesn't notice. Sheâs just really, really determined to get this right.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
âYou work yourself too hard.â
You stretch to a stand, elongated and cat-like before you slink over and sling yourself dramatically along Caitlynâs back. Her expression contorts into exasperation. She attempts to turn her head, to face youâto no avail. Not when youâre pushing her up against the mirror and the pinning her down against glass with the power of aggressive spooning on your side. Her hand shoots out to brace against the mirror, as your fingers hook the hem of her sweats, and Caitlyn stiffens under your thumb, lips falling open against her will.
âDarling,â She inhales, in that addictive, throaty accent of hers. Caitlyn sounds almost pained, as she catches your wristsâthough she neither takes them in or wrests them away. The both of you have full view of the rising tent in her groin.
âWhat?â You smirk, teeth grazing the shell of her ear, like the sneaky little bastard you are. âDonât tell me youâre planning to practice with a boner, unnie. That must hurt.â
Caitlynâs breath hitches, and her knees almost buckle, if it werenât for the way your arms tighten around your waist and squeeze the growing problem at her crotch. Your fingers twine with the string of her trackpants, loosening them under slim, deft fingers.
âHonorifics? Really?â Her voice is tight. Sheâs screwed. You only ever whip those out when you want something, seeing as how you've been speaking informally to your technical senior since your very first meeting, in trainee days, (an accident she so loves to recount on variety shows. âItâs not my fault you just looked so young and pretty, unnie.â Youâd fumble in defense, eyes wide and doling out the extra sparkle for the cameras as they zoomed-in on your frantic apologies, laugh track sure to be edited in. âWhat was I supposed to think?â
âYouâre lucky I was too kind to scold you,â Caitlyn sighs, andâin a dramatic show of theatricalityâflips the inky-blue curtains of her hair behind her shoulder, much to the hosts delight. âI can be really mean, baby.âÂ
That had been a hit. Probably because of the way her drawl had lilted playfully and sheâd cupped your jaw in the most egregious display of fan service youâd ever seen. Caitlynâs always known how to wrap the media around her pretty fingers; and your stammer and ensuing blush had mercilessly crowded your feed for at least two weeks, afterwards.)
Thatâs in public, though. In private?Â
Caitlyn is a puddle to the graze of your fingers along her hipbone, and the glide of your breath up her neck. Dark eyes meet hers, hooded and intent, reflected in the pane of metal in front of you. Itâs certainly a sight to behold. The two of you are both dripping in sweat, Caitlynâs cheeks flushed, bare-faced and glowingâhair tangled up in that loose ponytail that you've always found so much hotter on her, than any amount of hours in the styling chair could ever produce.
âI really need to..â Caitlynâs protests sound weak even to her own ears. Especially when heat pools in hot, throbbing waves that rush straight to her dick, and she's cut off by her own gasp when you nuzzle in the nook between her shoulder-blades and your handsâbeautiful, cunning handsâghost over her crotch and squeeze. Her entire world lurches into a haze, body spasming upwards.
âUnnie,â You breathe, sweet and soft, like the devil in her ear, âplease fuck me.â
Just like that, Caitlyn canât take it any longer. A low, strangled noise rips from her throat, eyes fogging over and black eclipsing blue. Lithe hands coil around your wrists, and flips your positions entirelyâthrusting you right up against the glass.
Her muscles are throbbing, hours of dance practice flaming up her bones; but she pins you down with the strength of a woman possessed, all the same. As far as Caitlynâs concerned, sheâs like a sleeper agent to your bedroom voice, and the fact could never shine with more clarity, than now (other than the time youâd done a Lola Shark impression in an interview and sheâd gotten, to her horror, embarrassingly hard underneath the blanket thrown over her lap. Sheâd had to call in a bathroom break, to take care of itâmuch to your smug, haunting amusement).
In the mirror, you watch as Caitlynâs breathing shallows into pants, tongue licking hot up the stretch of your neck to under your jaw. Neither of you miss the brief, smugly satisfied spark to your eyes and glowing hot between your thighs, even as both squeeze shut when you arch up against Caitlynâs bulge. She grinds down against your ass, and you moan, so brazen she almost canât believe it.
âShit. You're so shameless,â Caitlyn mutters, breaths rushing harsh against your shoulder as she fumbles with the knot at your sweats, rutting hopelessly into the coil of your figure. The moment thread slips free, pants pooling to your ankles as you bend over, head thrown backâCaitlynâs brand-name briefs soak with a splurge of pre so intense she almost thinks sheâs come early.
âYou want my fingers?â Caitlyn asks, just to be a bitch. Your eyes squint open to glare at her through blurry vision and through an even blurrier visage.
âDonât joke,â You spit, voice hoarse with want. It's meant to sound demanding, but all it comes out is whiney, and Caitlynâs laugh sends shivers down your nape.
Thereâs a millisecond in which your mind empties completely, and it's almost cruel how you can only see the reflection of Caitlynâs cock curving upwards from her underwear rather than the real deal.Â
Caitlynâs grasp is like steel around your neck. She thrusts you forwards, your flushed cheeks smushing against the cool surface of the mirror as your stuttered breaths puff in grey clouds of condensation. A groan wrangles itself out of your throat from being manhandled like that, knees wobbling the moment you feel something hot, thick and so, so wet press insistently against the backs of your thighs. Arousal has already begun to drip down your legs, running down in rivulets and moistening the floor under your feet. Yours or Caitlynâsâyou donât have the eyes to know.
âUnnie,â You breathe, shakily, voice raw. Your fingers are slippery against glass, and you whimper when the familiar stretch of two fingers sinks into your cunt. You slide open, just like that, and Caitlyn temporarily wrenches you back so that you can see your fogged-up reflection in all its full, filthy glory.Â
âSânot enough,â You pant, back arching and ramming urgently against her digits sheâs spreading you wide, withâso eye-wateringly slow. Maybe itâs the fact that you've been working yourself up, blatantly eyeing her down, for hours since your head checked out of training and your brain devolved into its most primitive urges in coping with your mind-numbing boredom.Â
âNot enough?â She grins, sharp-toothed and devastating, adoring the upper-hand. âWhat? You need a third finger, baby?â The noise that tears out of you is almost like a wounded animal, and you'd be embarrassed if you weren't so overcome with need and prolonging this teasing sounds like torture.
So, you answer with the obvious, âYour cock.â You hiss through gritted teeth, because Caitlyn loves it when you beg for her dick and youâre too hare-brained and empty to do anything more than push back, impossibly deeper into her fingers. They sink to her knuckles of entirely your own volition, without her having to do so much as twitch.Â
Caitlynâs laugh is practically a goad in itself. The lush curtain of her lashes are lowered, irises swallowed up by the deep dilation of her pupils. Still, though, she takes her time in playing with you, just a little longer. Revels in the way you thrash around her fingers, fucking yourself back, desperate.
Herself is one thing. Her dick can only take so much, however. The ache becomes too much, too soon, and the second she runs her glossy head against the drenched, hot pulse of your holeâshe canât not shudder, knot in her throat, before her fingers slip out of your pussy and your consequent whimper is interrupted by the plunge of her cock.
âHah, baby..â Caitlyn whimpers, eyes fluttering back as she fucks you against the mirror, nails dragging up your hips and digging into supple flesh. Never has Caitlyn felt so at home, submerged in the deep, velvet ocean of your cunt.
âUnnieââ You gasp. Itâs the one word, echoing over and over, like an all-consuming siren song throughout your headâwith each gasp that comes with every thrust of Caitlynâs hips, motions growing sloppier as the exhaustion of hours of tireless exertion catches up to the both of you. She nips at your ear, then down the curve of your nape, to the unblemished skin of your upper back. Teeth grazing, pads of her fingers leaving scorching trails as she gropes up your bodyâyour mind a jumbled, fuzzy mess. Her cock plunges in and out, still guided, though she never slips out more than mid-way; bodies sticking together like gum. Like she canât bear to be apart from you for even a momentâeven if it is to pummel your cunt until you can hardly take it anymore.
Itâs only when the pumps and rolls begin to slow into simple, gentle rocks, to absolutely nothing but a twitchâthat your mind clumsily clasps onto a semblance of clarity, hasty and brief, like you know itâll slip away and out of reach, soon. âWha..?â You rasp, half-slurred, even if what you really want to whinge is; Whatâs goinâ on? Whyâd you stop? And, please, please, please. Donât stop. Keep goinâ. Fill me up. Please, donât ever stopâ and other half-baked nonsense that youâll be glad your tongue was too thick and heavy in your mouth to spill.
âI canât mark you,â Caitlyn grunts, and your eyes sharpen, just a little. Her tongue peeks out from her lips as her expression looks disproportionately distraught, like itâll be the end of the world if she doesnât stake some sort of physical claim on you, eyes darting downwards to your unblemished shoulders with a low growl of frustration.
Distantly, that part of you is still clinging onto reality, knows sheâs right. That your comeback is in a weekâs time and risking a hickey or a bite-mark or worse (because Caitlyn is stronger and sharper and rougher than her delicate figure should ever have been allowed to be), is a bad, bad idea.
But the larger part of youâthe part of you that is currently being railed by her unnieâs cock and trying desperately not to squirt cum all over the practice room mirrorârasps out a reckless, ragged, âWho cares?â, and thatâs all the permission Caitlyn needs.
Caitlyn pulls out, and slams herself in again, grip on your waist, bruising. Your hands go sliding, uselessly against the steamy surface of the mirror, long fogged-up under the slick tangle of your bodies. Sheâs mouthing slurred nonsense into your ear, the music speaker knocked over by one of your ankles and emitting distant sounds from where it's rolled, to the other side of the room. Neither of you could give a single fuck.Â
Not the least, when Caitlynâs hand is sliding up your throat and thumbing over your gaping lips. It feels as if a pink-hued fuzziness has descended the room and become a thick veil over everything, and when her fingers slip into the hot, wet gasp of your mouthâit's only right for you to take the digits in your tongue and suck.Â
âAhnnghâCaitââ Â
âWhen did I say you could speak informally to me?â Caitlyn husks, fingers pressing deeper into the roof of your mouth. In your reflection, you can see the razor angle of Caitlynâs jaw as she nuzzles into your ear. The obscene glisten of your spit, coating her fingers and coasting down your chin as her digits languish between your parted lips. You look every bit like her precious fuckdoll, right now.
âUnnieââ
âAh-ah.â
âSunbae.âÂ
âMm. Thatâs better.â
Her free hand skims up your shirt, slipping up the taut lines of your body and flicking idly at one nipple. You whine, garbled around the gag of her hand, and Caitlyn lets out a moan of content when your pussy tightens around her shaft.
âFuck,â She pants, teeth sinking down into your shoulder and you buck, even though the pain barely registers with how Caitlyn barrels her cock in you, deeper, and your eyes roll back into your skull. Your thighs are shaking. âMâgonnaâhfghââÂ
Her hips draw upwards, and Caitlyn cums like a faucet. All of it, inside you. Outside of you. Dripping from your still-leaking cunt and droplets getting fucked out with each, desperate thrust as she moans, guttural. âTake itâfuckââ Caitlyn groans, harsh and insistent as she pounds, your pussy squelchingâso wonderfully wetâas your fingers scramble against the glass, her fingers cramming deep inside your mouth.
âAh-ahâfuck!â
The two of you go crashing down, sliding down against the mirror and onto the floor with a twinning, indecipherable slew of obscenities, a boneless, panting heap, still moving in tandem.Â
You both slump, slippery and sticky. The song on the speakers re-starts, yet again, from the other side of the room, though it's the first time it's even pierced your ears in the past forty minutes. Caitlyn groans, pushing her nose into the crook of your neck, arms tightening around your waist. The mirror is splattered in both your cum.
âWeâre gonna have to clean this up, arenât we?â
â..Probably.â You sigh, still leaking around her cock as you angle your head, the two of you slotting together like missing puzzle pieces.
Twenty-four hours and countless Kleenex wipes later (and really, cleaning your own cum from floor-to-ceiling mirrorsâwith two half-guilty reflections staring right back at youâis an uniquely humbling experience); it was totally worth it to see Caitlyn appropriately red, after the crash of post-nut clarity.
Itâs your one, blissfully empty day before comeback promotions launch you all into full-throttle. You intend to enjoy it while it lasts.Â
âYour latest Lotte CF went viral,â You pop behind her, totally innocously if werenât for that familiar, impish glint in your eyes. Caitlyn sighs, not even glancing up from the stove, completely nonplussed. Probably because Caitlyn could record herself taking a piss and it would chart #1 on Melon.
âThe seonjiguk is simmering.â She ignores you. You ignore her right back.
âLook at those dimples,â You beam like a little shit as you wave the video in her face. âMaybe you should go into acting. The GP would go crazy.â
âNo thanks,â Caitlyn snorts, hand lifting upwards to stifle a brief yawn, sleeves coming up all the way to her knuckles. âbeen there, done that.âÂ
âOh, right. All your Piltovian film connections.â You hum, idly tracing the underneath of Caitlynâs elbow as you lean over her shoulder to watch her cook. Sheâs markably improved from her humble beginnings of blackened, bubbling slag (what was once instant Buldak), or the scotchmarks that still hail the kitchen tiles, to this day.
âMhm. I was almost poached. My mother wanted me toâwhat was that? Follow in her footsteps.â
âWell, Iâm grateful that you didn't,â You hum, into her shoulder. You poke her side, grinning. âThen you wouldn't have met me, and wouldn't that be tragic?â
Caitlyn scoffs, but you feel her sink a little deeper into your embrace, eyes flitting to settle onto the top of your head, as you nudge into her. You both, really are grateful.
Youâre pretty sure Ionia is grateful, too.Â
Whatever the day, it always feels like Caitlynâs name has taken up a permanent residence in the nationâs newsites. ICE PRINCESS. AI VISUALS. ATTITUDE PROBLEM. Her quarter Piltovian and subsequent accent injects an âattractive exoticismâ (or whatever management had stapled to your files, at the dawn of debut), that had made Caitlyn internationally explosive, too.Â
The Kiramman surname certainly helped. Caitlynâs debut was like, the biggest plot-twist in nepotism, ever. It was like if Nicole Kidmanâs kid suddenly became Hatsune Miku. Not to mention the fact the Kirammans are the largest benefactor of Hextech, whose global rollout of leading-edge tech has gone unmatched. Of all careers for the Kirammanâs mysterious, devastatingly attractive daughter to takeâthis is the one that took the entire globe off-guard. Including the great and glamorous, Cassandra Kiramman.
Of course, the initial shock long lapsed underwater, with the constant roil of the media waves. Caitlynâs fame, however, has not.
âNoona is so cool!â You mimic, voice pitching either higher or lower, depending on which of the plethora of comments you pick, at your leisure. âCaitlynâs a CF goddess. Ah, her talents are seriously wasted. Is she an angel? Her visuals are really otherworldlyââ
âGet that away from me.â Caitlyn swats your phone away with a scowl, pretty pink flush glowing on her features.
âDonât act all coy,â You prod her so-highly-lauded cheekbones as Caitlyn huffs in annoyance, though begrudgingly leans against the touch anyways. You squish. âWe all know youâre preening inside.â
âI am not!â
âOoh, sexy. I love it when your accent comes out like that.â
Caitlyn groans, because youâre impossible, and just twists so that sheâs facing you, back against the kitchen counter. You reach behind her to switch off the stove.
She hooks her fingers into the hem of your pyjama shorts, thumbing over familiar cotton. She sighs outwardly, propping her head up on your shoulder and slumping forwards to rest the cold press of her nose into the crook of your shoulder. Her fingers skim up your shirt, absently rubbing circles into the plane of your stomach.
âYou know I hate it when you read those.â
âAbout how you look like an eepy bunny when youâre sleepy? Or that you have moles in the shape of a giraffe on your nape.â You arch a brow, looking past her as you flick through the blurs of text in various degrees of capitalisation, on your phone. A subtle smirk lifts your lips. âHey. Is that true? Let me check.â
She scowls, and then almost looks offended that you donât know that already (You do. Caitlyn also has a darkened, heart-shaped birthmark indented in the crook of her inner thighâbut thatâs just for you to know, thank you very much).
Your voice raises a pitch. âUnnie looks so good Iâm creaming my pants!â
Caitlyn fixes you with a flat, unimpressed look. âIt doesn't say that.â
You grin, like the effervescent angel you are. âYeah. That was just me.â
Oh, now Caitlynâs cheeks go red. You push valiantly past the triumphant flutter in your heart, in favour of continuing your teasing. Heyâthereâs no schedule today, the dorms are all to yourselvesâand youâre on a roll.Â
âLook. They wanna steal your eyes and put them in a boba drink.â
Thoroughly fed-up with your antics, Caitlyn snatches the phone out of your hand, and you immediately squirm, to lunging for it. Caitlynâs ridiculous height advantage has the one-up on you, though, and you puff out an aggrieved yelp of protest when she dangles it above your head, like a dickhead.
âHey, what the fuck?â You complain, like your comeuppance wasn't exactly what you were hoping for. Except you were more aiming for a pin-you-against-the-fridge, fuck-the-insides-out-of-you type of comeuppance. Not a sordid reminder that you need a stool to reach the top of Caitlynâs head. âDonât lord your freakish Frankenstein genetics over me!â
Caitlyn laughs, eyes flickering down. âAre you on your tip-toes right now?âÂ
Your eyes narrow, because you do not appreciate having the tables turned on you. Your hand shoots up to cup her jaw, tilting it upwards. Caitlyn softens, putty in your hands, adorable furrow in her brow melting away along with her pride as she sinks into your palm with a soft sigh, arm falling to her side.
There we go.
âItâs not my fault you avoid socials like the plague. Iâm just doing my duty to take care of my leaderâs PR. Your fans are starving.â
Caitlyn grumbles, âWell, let them starve.â though it comes out pinched between smushed lips, cheeks squishing like a dumpling. So heartless, like sheâs not the industryâs princess and probably makes up a total of 50% of the companyâs annual income. You know exactly why, as you cradle her face in her palms and watch as she leans upwards because no matter how disgruntled Caitlyn acts, or how shockingly humble she is under that front of aloof, arroganceâshe definitely preens under attention.
Just. Only yours.Â
âHey, you know what? We should go live right now.â
âWhatâ?â Caitlyn stammers, flabbergasted by the sudden change in direction, âDonâtââ
Too late. Within seconds, youâve swiped your phone back from her limp hands and flipped the vlive on. Recording. Like, now. Damn, you're speedy.Â
âAh..â Caitlynâs expression smooths over to that charming, impeccably gorgeous grin of hers that shows off the sharp curves of her cheekbones and has won her the hearts of a nation.Â
You pull her to the couch, and under the scrutiny of the cameraâCaitlyn acquises with little more than a subtle elbow to your ribs, when the both of you go thudding into the cushions with a low oomph.
Then, you flop against her chest, and the stream of hearts that ensue are absolutely incredible, comments rolling in faster than you can read them. Thereâs a reason why the two of you are the most popular pairing in the group.
âHm. Is it on?â You muse, faux confusion tugging on your pretty features. Knitted brows and a plush little pout always do the job, especially when you add a sneak of tongue. No doubt to be screenshotted and re-uploaded countless times, within the next hour. âHello? Can you guys hear us?â
Which is, you know, the perfect time to grab Caitlynâs dick through her pants.
A choked noise resounds beside you, and you donât glance over, for youâre too busy fiddling with the phone and the settings and all other kinds of bullshit that is really just an excuse for you to focus your attention on snaking a hand down Caitlynâs waistband, just out of view of the camera. âOh! Itâs working. Did you miss us?â You beam, as Caitlyn struggles not to either sock you in the stomach or throw her head back and moan.
If anybody notices Caitlynâs pupils are suspiciously blown, it doesnât come up. What does come up, is her ever traitorous cock that lilts immediately into your touch. Fuck. Fuck, fuck.
âAw, little Caityâs missed me, too,â You croon, as your sneaky fucking fingers stroke idly along her girth, underneath the veil of her sweatpants and just over the thin fabric of her underwear. Caitlyn visibly bristles, because, 1. Youâre jacking her off. 2. She hates that your coo instigates a flood of love-bombing so intense, that the hearts on the screen almost completely obscure the both of you. 3, and the most important one; you just gave her dick a nickname!Â
âCait.â You tease out, eyes glittering, not even bothering to conceal your amusement as Caitlynâs hips buck upwards, her fingers pinching against your sides, lips completely shut mum, for fear sheâll let slip a moan on camera. âCâmon. Say something. You missed them too, right?â
Gods. Caitlyn hates you. She really, really hates you. Justânot enough to not shove your hand away when it starts to peel away the waistband of her underwear. If only because the feeling of precum soaking its seat, sticking to her skin, and not because sheâs itching for the sweet relief of your hand around her cock.
â..Hi,â Caitlyn forces her winning, boxy grin, and the years of practice make it an admirably unstrained effort. Maybe she really should go into acting. âMm. Long time no see, hm?âÂ
âUnnieâs being awkward, today.â You snark, all sly, and Caitlyn shoots you a glare. Sheâs rewarded by the sudden, fervent warmth of your hand wrapping around her dick, and then the harsh tug of your fist that has her knees jerking upwards and her dastard slit spurting out a shiny, hot glob of precum. She swallows back a low, strangled whine, like a dry pill. Oh, Gods. Sheâs supposed to say something.
âAh, just..âweâveâahââ
In a rare show of mercy (because apparently, youâre not out to throw both your careers to the dogs), you swipe the phone back with the most cherubic, triumphant grin to adorn your face, literally ever. Catilyn lets slip a barely-audible hiss as your fingers coil, just a little tighter, stroking up and downâthumb running back over the swollen, gloatingly shiny cockhead.
âWe just had a long time in the practice rooms for our comeback, yeah? So weâre pretty tired. Right, unnie?âÂ
Oh, you're really pushing it, now.Â
âMm. Weâve beenâworking. Really hard.â She has to lean out of the screen to release a silent, desperate gasp, nails digging into the back of the couch as she tries to rut up into your hand in a way that doesn't obviously send the sofa, trembling. You idly thumb over her slit, smearing the thick, embarrassingly copious amounts of pre down her length. It twitches in your palm, as you ramble on about schedules and the comeback and spoilers and other things that have long become white noise in Caitlynâs ears. Her hips chase your touch, brazenly, now. She barely even realises when youâre calling it quits; early, too. Because obviously, this was all just to fuck with her.
âCaitlyn,â You sing-songâsmirking (supremely unsubtly), at the camera. âSay bye-bye.â
She only just registers the comment. Barely. âBye.â Caitlynâs voice is a low croak, hips arching upwards off the couch just as you end the live. Just in time, too, becauseâ
âOh, fuck.â Caitlyn releases the longest moan of her life, cum spilling over your fist, and she collapses back into the couch. Your phone falls from your hand, and youâre practically shaking with laughter.Â
(âLittle Caitey,â Caitlyn grumbles, after the fact, with your head nestled between her thighs in apology, âThatâs preposterous. Whatâs so little about her?â Nothing. But thereâs no fun in that, is there? At the slow, sly smile spreading on your face, Caitlyn groans. âWhat?â
âYou referred to her in third-person.â
â..Please just suck me off already.â)
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Max Verstappen x Driver!Reader (SocialMedia!AU)



Iâm so down if youâre ready, Iâll show you if you let me, girl (she said fuck me like Iâm famous, I said okay)
You and Max Verstappen are very well known in the media, for having one of the most volatile rivalries in the sporting world. But Ferrariâs Princess and Redbullâs Mad Max send shockwaves through the paddock when your PR teams confirm youâre officially dating. The public have a hard time believing itâŠuntil your sex tape gets leaked on Twitter a month later. Social Media!AU
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, trying my hand at a SM! AU for the first time!!, dom! Max and switch! Reader, size kink, sexism, max being a feminist king
Everyone always said there was a thin line between love and hate. Frankly, you find it to be sexist bullshit, rolling your eyes everytime some interviewer or your friends or trainer would make some sly comment about so whatâs going on between you and Max, with a suggestive wiggle of their eyebrows. Nothing, just him trying to run me off the track repeatedly and giving me 4 bruised ribs in Singapore when he clipped me illegally, you say with an annoyed tone. You know that if you were a man, and not the first female driver in decades in F1, you wouldnât be getting randomly shippedwith all the drivers. And for gods sake, Verstappen off all people was the most laughable idea. The man was either being a violent menace on the track or an immature twelve year old off it, you think vehemently. You two had stayed well out of each others way in your Haas seat last year, with you leading the mid pack in the suboptimal car but Max remaining well out of reach at the front of the pack. But this year, youâd earned yourself a Ferrari seat and were ecstatic to finally be able to compete for a WDC.
That was, until you and Max Verstappen suddenly started to keep getting caught in each others crosshairs. What started as polite indifference between two coworkers blew up into a PR frenzy, with you and Max completing for the top step in the podium every race weekend. He thought you a reckless driver, getting lucky in a rocket ship this year and trying to sink her claws into something she canât handle. You thought him over arrogant, a man who couldnât handle losing to a girl, his fragile ego unable to handle losing a 4th WDC to a Ferrari driver who was only in her second F1 season.
And then, two months out from the end of the season, everything changed between you and Max. On a night out in Monaco with your friends, celebrating being home from triple headers, youâd had the unfortunate experience of being cornered by some drunk, sexist creep who thought he was entitled to touch you. Heâd been stronger than you expected, pinning you in a dark alleyway and you just when you starting to freak out, Max of all people practically threw the guy off you. Heâd angrily spat at the drunk to pick on someone his own size or heâd break his jaw next time, before leading you to his car with a gentle hand. Normally, you found Maxâs far larger frame to be annoying, another way for him to intimidate you when he glared downwards. But that night you couldnât help but be grateful for the muscular, tall man and his attentive blue eyes as you willingly follow him with wide, doe eyes.
The ride home had been silent, you nervously clutching the large sleeves of the hoodie Max had given you from his backseat. And when youâd thanked him for his help, saying you appreciate him looking out for you even though he hated you, he looked at you with genuine surprise. I donât hate you, heâd said. Well, I suppose we have had our differences on the track. You snickered at this, muttering thatâs one way of putting it. Max chuckled, making you peer at him curiously as youâd never heard him do that in your presence. He was actually very handsome, you noted, without an angry scowl on his face or that Redbull helmet covering him. Then you tell your tipsy brain to shut up because where the hell had that thought suddenly come from?!
But really, I think youâre a pretty amazing girl off the track, Max continued. It must be hard being the only female driver, but you always have something good to say to the dumb interview questions you get. And Iâm not going to stand by and let any woman be felt up by some creep. Even if itâs the Princess of Ferrari, he adds with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at this, stepping out of his car as you reach your apartment. And when you offer him his hoodie back, he tells you to keep it. You can use it to stay warm at the next race - itâs Brazil, very rainy. Did I mention Iâm called the rainmaster, incidentally? You burst out laughing at his lack of subtlety, and he smiles at having distracted you, making the scared look in your pretty doe eyes from earlier disappear. Fuck off, Verstappen, you giggle, and for once your words have no real bite.


By the time your second F1 season is over, and youâre receiving your trophy for the world championship at the Prizegiving Gala, the first female to do so, you and Max Verstappen have became good friends. Maybe something more, from all the time youâve started spending together off the track gaming, playing padel, and going out drinking. You were far too afraid to ever say something to him, knowing the media response to the first female driver dating a fellow driver would be absolutely brutal. Besides, you had no idea if Max remotely felt the same way about you - his type seemed to be pretty models, not aggressive drivers who spent half her time plotting his downfall.
Youâre surprised when he finds you at the after party, late into the night, where everyone is too plastered to note that the fallen Redbull champion is taking the winning Ferrari Princess to a private level on the yacht. If you think Iâm going to apologise for breaking your winning streak, you can try again, you announce dramatically as you grin at him, 5 drinks in and pink lips loosened, letting him know you were jesting. Wouldnât have it any other way, Princess, Max hums, coming to stand so close to you that your heart rate quickens when you feel warmth radiating from the taller, muscular driver. Besides, Iâll be taking the cup next year, anyways. Enjoy the high while you can, he says in his Dutch accent, all cocky.
You let out an outraged gasp at this, forgetting how close you two already are as you step towards him, accusing hand pressed against his firm chest. But before you can say anything, Maxâs gorgeous blue eyes drop down to where your manicured nails are touching his pecs. And then he looks down further, to where your plush tits have pressed up against his abs, your cute red corset minidress pushing your cleavage up temptingly. Thereâs no mistaking the dark desire that swirls in his intense gaze as he looks back into your wide doe eyes. And then heâs leaning in, finally, you think, and then your brain wakes up and you remember whoâs in front of you. We canât, Max, you say breathlessly, dazed by how attractive he looks when turned on. Why not, the Dutchman demands, cocky as usual. You donât want this, Princess? His large hand brushed your jaw, tilting your face upwards when you try to look away. Your breath hitched from the contact, and youâre sure he can feel how fast your carotid pulse is beating. Itâs-itâs not that I donât want to, you say with a blush, making a pleased smirk appear on Maxâs lips. But Iâm the only female driver on the grid, the public would tear me apart if they found out I hooked up with another driver on the grid-
Fuck what anyone else thinks, Max says passionately, the familiar spark of defiance in his eyes. I know the fallout from something like this would be much harder for you as a woman than me, and I waited till after the championship fight finished. No one can contest you didnât win the cup with your own sheer skill. But now that itâs finished, I canât hold back anymore. Your jaw drops from Maxâs heated confession, never having guessed the handsome blonde would reciprocate your buried romantic feelings. And I donât mean some one night stand or summer fling, he continued boldly. I want to be your boyfriend, I want you all to myself properly.
You must have had too many G&Ts, you hear yourself say distantly, cause youâre not even a little bit cute and shy like you normally are off the track, Verstappen. He smiles gently, knowing you were using humour to deflect from the swirling emotions within you. Maybe, he murmurs, bending down to rest his forehead against yours. Or maybe you look so fucking gorgeous in this red dress I knew I couldnât hide how I feel anymore. When he feels your hand graze his chest, pulling him just a bit closer, he knows what you want. Pressing the gentlest of kisses to your glossed lips, he pulls back to make sure you still wanted more.
But he didnât need to have any doubts, because youâre staring up at him sultrily, desire having darkened your own wide, doe eyes. This time youâre pulling him back onto your lips, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders so that thereâs not even a millimetre of space between you too. He groans against you as the months of tension come to a head, the two of you languidly exploring each othersâ mouths with your tongues.
Even if youâd woken up the next morning regretting your decision, there was no way you could turn down Maxâs offer of a relationship. Because even if you had still hated him, the sex that night on the yacht has been so incredibly mind blowing, by far the best orgasm you had ever experienced, that you knew youâd never meet anyone who could fuck you so perfectly again. So you hesitantly said yes, letâs try this for real, Max over a late hungover brunch the next morning. The rest had been history - the two of you had spent the last 7 months in a secret relationship, not wanting the chaos of the media to ruin your relationship before it could even start properly. Max has proven time and time again youâd made the right decision saying yes, being the perfect boyfriend, dedicated to all your needs and wants, spoiling you endlessly and making you laugh whenever you had a bad day.
Sometimes things were hard, of course. Like when you two had tensions during a race, your private relationship doing nothing to dampen the competitive spirit you both shared. But youâd both make up after, whether it be with a long debrief and strategy talk on how to avoid an incident next time - or your personal favourite, some angry make up sex. Like youâd suspected, Max was an absolute sex god and you two enjoyed a very healthy sex life, exploring each others kinky preferences. So when youâd have to be away from each other for long periods, busy with planning and meetings at your separate team bases, your boyfriend came up with a solution once the nudes and phone sex didnât quite hit the same.
Filming yourselves during sex seemed like a certain recipe for disaster, given how famous the two of you are and the consequences of anything got leaked. But the temptation was too great as weeks drag on without the touch of your boyfriend - so you agreed, just this once, to try it out.
Well, that had certainly been the plan. But the video had been so so nice to watch again and again anytime your pussy ached for Max that you canât resist making more. And then last month when your teams had finally given the okay for an official announcement on your relationship, and the media response had overall been surprisingly positive, you two get too comfortable and Max accidentally sent the video over DM to you, instead of the encrypted chat you normally use.
And that was when shit hit the fan.



No, Max, go away, I donât want to see you, I donât want to see anyone ever again! The blonde Dutchman sighs he leans his head against the closed bathroom door with a worried expression on his face. Youâve locked yourself in his Monaco penthouseâs bathroom for the past 4 hours, not coming out despite how much heâs pleaded. Please, schatje, he tries again. I know itâs bad, but weâll get through it together. Twitter had already banned any links of the video and both your PR teams are doing damage control and so many of the grid drivers and journalists were calling out the website that had leaked the tape. Please, I just want to see you, you canât be locked in there forever and reading all the stuff online alone.
When you donât reply, only sniffling through the door, he sighs again and slides down the door, making himself comfortable. A few minutes later he hears the door unlock and your red, crying face peeking through. Oh, schatje, he croons soothingly as you drop down into his arms and bury your face in his thick neck. He rubs soothing circles along your back as you sniffle that Everyoneâs saying such horrible things, Maxie. How am I going to face going on the paddock ever again?
He reassures you firmly that you two would go hand in hand, united on the paddock with your heads held high, because youâve done nothing wrong. Heâd been doing the media game a lot longer than you and knew this scandal, like everything else, would get blown over with time. After your quiet sobs settle with his comforting words and tight hug, you pull back to look at him and apologise for shutting yourself away and not checking in on him. Itâs your leaked tape too, you say anxiously. How are you feeling about it, baby?
He eases your concern again, telling you honestly that in the grand scheme of things, although it was a little mortifying heâs had worse in the media. Besides, itâs gonna be satisfying to crush whichever little fucker leaked the vid, he says vehemently. Any anyone whoâs saying any bullshit sexist comments about you sleeping your way into F1 or anything is getting hit with a defamation lawsuit from legal, he declares, making your heart swell from his protectiveness. You still arenât convinced, though. Are you sure, Max? I remember in that particular video, you canât see much of my body but thereâs definitely a lot of shots of yourâŠ
Dick? Your boyfriend finishes with a deadpan expression, Thatâs fine. Besides, Iâve nothing to be embarrassed about. You know the hashtag Verstappenâs third leg is trending on Twitter now? You giggle at his nonchalance, making Max smile at seeing you cheered up. Youâve finally having processed what happened enough to maybe see a bit of humour in it. True, I suppose it could have been worse, you muse. The Las Vegas video could have been the leaked one. Imagine how batshit the fans would have gotten if they saw the handcuffs were for you, not me. Max laughs genuinely, blue eyes looking fondly at your mischievous expression. The familiar Ferrari fire he adored was back in your own pretty doe eyes.
Or worse, the Barcelona one, you tease as you lead him to the kitchen to start making dinner. Scrolling through hundreds of posts and spiralling was calorie consuming work. I think Twitter would have shut down if they found out Max Verstappen likes being called daddy in the bedroom.
Your boyfriendâs face goes adorably pink as he stammers at your unexpected roast. Hey-hey now, schat, that was just one time okay? Youâd just accidentally said it and it caught me off guard-
You grin playfully, giving him a kiss on the cheek because he looked too cute to resist. Sure, baby, so off guard you lasted 5 seconds after that. His face goes even pinker, reaching the tips of his ears now as he shyly looks away. For all his fierceness on the track, you loved how sweet the Dutch Lion was off it. Giggling, you put him out of his misery by handing him a knife and tell him to get to work chopping the tomatoes. You knew no matter what came your way, you would be fine with Max by your side.
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A/N: okkk so what did u guys think at my first attempt at a social media AU ahaha. You know I love to yap I fear I included too many Twitter screenshots, I ALWAYS GET CARRIED AWAY. Anyway this was super fun pulled me right out of my writers block!!! Hope u enjoy xx
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day one: when you wish upon a star | lando norris social media au
pairing: lando norris x fem reader
he's been begging max to set him up ... and look who has him in the grid secret santa!
christmas song: my only wish (this year) - britney spears
MASTERLIST | TIP JAR
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f1: it's that time of the year again... it's secret santa time!
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user1: THE SPEEDOS????
user2: 100% from valterri
user3: what do we have to do to see them on tho ???
user4: HUH?
user3: we're all thinking it??
alexalbon: since you're a blabber mouth @charles_leclerc PLEASE PUT MORE EFFORT INTO YOUR GIFT THIS YEAR
charles_leclerc: my gift was great last year idk what you people are talking about
alexalbon: if i unwrap a calendar i will set horsey on leo
charles_leclerc: @rspca GET HIM
user5: i love with secret santa you can really tell which drivers are actually friends lol
user6: charles... we're looking at you last year
user7: the teaser showed that max got lando ... could be interesting after this season
maxverstappen1: not that i need to ... but i have a plan
user8: really?
maxverstappen1: i have concepts of a plan!
landonorris: please don't like gift wrap like a litter box or something
maxverstappen1: oh i like my cats much more than i like you why would i do that?
maxverstappen1: AHA! I HAVE IT
landonorris: that sounds ominous
carlossainz55: is it something to do with his pathetic crush on a certain someone
landonorris: LALALALALLALALA SHUT THE FUCK UP I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW ABOUT THAT MAX PLEASE DON'T I'M SORRY ABOUT AUSTRIA
user9: well now it needs to happen...
user10: whoever came up with the grid secret santa i need to give you a big fat kiss
maxverstappen1: you might not be the only one ....
landonorris: SHUT UP
maxverstappen1: hehehehehee
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yourusername: gift giving is my love language
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user14: okay lando i kinda get you
user15: she's friends with max and looks like that and hasn't been hooked? where is the hope for all of us
maxverstappen1: hideous personality đ
yourusername: and you're my best friend so what does that say about you?
maxverstappen1: i have zero standards?
yourusername: girl fuck you
user16: i hate bitches that can actually wrap gifts
user17: leave me alone with my crinkled shit held together with a whole roll of tape
landonorris: my love language is words of affirmation :3
yourusername: okay mr praise kink
landonorris: WHAT? NO?
yourusername: whatever you wanna say babygirl
landonorris: oh i ... um - yes!
user18: oh brother this dude stinks
alexalbon: he is even worse in real life
oscarpiastri: but it is just as entertaining
landonorris: i'm glad my low self esteem is so funny for you guys
yourusername: you're amazing lando - don't think badly of yourself :(
landonorris: did you or did you not call me a 'stumpy, entitled british bum' the other day?
yourusername: well that's because you were fighting max and unfortunately we're two trauma bonded cats and he therefore comes first
yourusername: but i still love you!
landonorris: LOVE?
user19: someone check on him?
oscarpiastri: i just found him passed out in his driver's room
georgerussell63: that's becoming blackmail material
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landonorris: didn't manage to win the championship this time round but i'm hoping max got me something good in the secret santa to say sorry
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user20: thank god this season is ending
user21: i think it would've killed me if this title race went to abu dhabi again
user22: it's pookie on pookie crime
user23: i fear one of the pookies may have killed the other if this went on any longer
maxverstappen1: wouldn't you like to know weather boy
landonorris: um yes? i hate surprises
maxverstappen1: i think you might like this one đ
landonorris: that emoji makes me think you've been scheming
maxverstappen1: maybe i have? you'll just have to wait and see ...
landonorris: STOP I CAN HEAR YOUR EVIL LAUGHTER FROM HERE
landonorris: seriosuly how many of you are in on this it sounds like a pack of hyenas this is meant to be SECRET santa
alexalbon: what do you mean i don't know anything about this ...
landonorris: alex YOU CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AROUND ME
alexalbon: maybe i just find you real funny lando?
landonorris: really?
alexalbon: NO
user24: they are enjoying torturing him way too much
maxverstappen1: call it karma for all the shit he talked throughout the season
landonorris: NOO I THOUGHT I WAS GETTING A NICE GIFT ???
maxverstappen1: oh it's definitely a gift for somone...
landonorris: i deadass won't come to the paddock
yourusername: you'll win it soon lands - just wait for max to retire so i can support you wholeheartedly
landonorris: why not now :((((
yourusername: don't worry babe he's old he'll retire in no time
landonorris: yay đ„ł đ đ
maxverstappen1: excuse me?
landonorris: is four championships and y/n not enough?
maxverstappen1: no!
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maxverstappen1: not just because i want another trophy, but i'll pick up my best secret santa award now thanks
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user25: he didn't ???
user26: i think he did
user27: is that not like prostitution?
maxverstappen1: i don't think giving lando a chance to embarrass himself on a date is prostitution
user28: do you have any faith in him?
maxverstappen1: in him? no. but does y/n also have horrible standards and is easily impressed? yes.
alexalbon: he folded so quickly i hope they got it all on camera
oscarpiastri: that was so humiliating it might have to go on a more x rated website
landonorris: OSCAR????
oscarpiastri: it was harrowing mate but she seemed to like it so go you?
carlossainz55: that was a crazy reaction for it to just be y/n
maxverstappen1: i think you're trying to be funny but it might JUST be a skill issue
landonorris: JUST Y/N? KILL YOURSELF
carlossainz55: woah where is the christmas cheer?
landonorris: i will run you over with my sleigh
landonorris: THIS IS THE BEST GIFT ANYONE HAS EVER GOTTEN ME PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE
user29: bro is so down bad that he just took carlando out back and shot them
user30: bro is so lost in the sauce that he is threatening a festive hit and run
yourusername: okay max we can stop pretending that i wasn't also begging you to set me up with lando
maxverstappen1: but it's so funny watching him make a fool of himself
landonorris: HUH???
yourusername: newsflash baby, i'm just as in love with you as you are with me
landonorris: AHHHHHHHHH <333333333
landonorris: i'm sorry i'll get back to being in love with you one sec
landonorris: @alexalbon @georgerussell63 @oscarpiastri @carlossainz55 SUCK ON THAT
landonorris: okay i love you y/n :3
yourusername: i love you too you crazy boy
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landonorris: christmas wishes do come true!
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user34: so how long do you think he's had that shirt in preparation?
landonorris: 18 months at least - i have faith in myself even if the others didn't
user35: i can't tell if that's creepy or?
landonorris: IT'S ROMANTIC
yourusername: kiss me it's christmas!
landonorris: only because it's christmas?
yourusername: i guess i can give you a couple more passes...
landonorris: not to be dramatic but now i know what it feels like i might die without it
yourusername: not dramatic at all !!!
maxverstappen1: it is kinda dramatic ...
yourusername: SHUSH!
maxverstappen1: i knew you were mushy about this (your diary reads like a very badly written romance book) but good lord this is awful THESE ARE PUBLIC COMMENTS
yourusername: I FUCKING KNEW YOU READ MY DIARY
maxverstappen1: duh! how else did you think this little scheme came to be?
yourusername: ugh i guess
user36: so like where do i get an f1 driver bestfriend who will invade my privacy to get me a bf?
user37: might just start throwing my diary in the paddock at this point
alexalbon: ur so pathetic i love you
yourusername: excuse me old man
alexalbon: old? OLD?
yourusername: i don't care to google you but i've seen you try and read a menu and scan a QR code so stop declaring your love for my boyf or i will keep going
landonorris: she's so possessive đ©đ©đ©
yourusername: i ate too many grapes on new year's eve to not get and keep my man
alexalbon: trust me, no one wants ur man
yourusername: tell that to the teenage girls in my DMs
user38: it's a pleasant surprise to see that y/n is just as down bad as lando
user39: match made in heaven ... this MIGHT make me a max verstappen fan
user40: i fear this will be an f1 custody battle for the ages
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yourusername: my only wish this year was to finally get you <3
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user41: i already liked this queen but a queen who loves britney spears christmas... that's mother
user42: one of these most underrated christmas songs ever
oscarpiastri: ... some people have even witnessed her live rendition of it
yourusername: don't sound too excited about it then
oscarpiastri: i appreciated the enthusiasm but like i feel like it was a PRIVATE moment ... not for the whole of the garage to see
landonorris: someone is missing lily ....
user43: i am trying to be joyful as per the holiday season but i am absolutely seething with jealousy
user44: hey siri play that should be me
yourusername: nope sorry never gonna happen :P
user45: okay girl you've made your point no need to rub it in our faces
yourusername: actually i think i will! my bf is pretty why wouldn't i show that off ?
user46: yall can hate her for this but realistically this is how we'd all be if we pulled lando
landonorris: you guys acting as if i'm the catch when it's literally her...
user47: do we think santa's elves can make me a lando norris? REAL ANSWERS ONLY ...
maxverstappen1: WOW you wouldn't think this was a double date trip ...
yourusername: you can't complain about BOTH of us pining and then be annoyed about us being lovey dovey
maxverstappen1: i can and i WILL
landonorris: you know what max you can complain all you want because this has been the BEST secret santa ever
maxverstappen1: so you won't call me a dirty driver next season?
landonorris: eh?
yourusername: make no mistake lando, i may love you but my loyalties on track remain with max
landonorris: as long as you're still coming home with me i guess i'll deal with it
yourusername: luv u xxxx
landonorris: i love you tooooo xxx
user48: is y/n going to do more for the on track tension than the literal fia?
yourusername: always gotta be a woman sorting everything out
user50: babe i think max is just afraid of you and lando is so in love he'll do anything for you
yourusername: AS THEY SHOULD BE
fin.
note: and on the first day of christmas aston martini gave to me a smau that undos all of our max vs lando tension from the season !! thought i'd treat yall to the first day early <33
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drewâs lockscreen of actress!reader
masterlist | actress!reader masterlist
this is something a bit newâ a sort of social media au / short fic based off an ask. let me know what you guys think <3
Though the video was a bit blurry and quick, the girl on Drewâs lockscreen was undoubtedly y/n. Wearing one of Drewâs button downs, her hair swept back by the wind and a smile on her face, y/n struck a pose on the beach. Behind her, the sun met the ocean, casting golden light that kissed y/nâs skin and bathed her in an ethereal light. The photo and memory was one of Drewâs favorites, and each time he opened his phone he was reminded of it.
He had just gotten back home to Charleston to prepare to shoot Outer Banks following his time away while filming Queer in Italy. Any amount of worry or stress that loomed over him about his hectic filming schedule quickly evaporated when y/n picked him up from the airport, her dazzling smile wide and voice like music to his ears. The two of them spent the rest of the day making up for âlost timeâ, the couple mostly sticking to the confines of their bedroom until they finally decided to take a break and make the trek down to the beach to watch the sunset.
The sun was hanging low over the Carolina landscape, the only sounds the lull of the ocean and the swaying of the trees in the breeze.
âDidnât realize how much I missed these beaches.â Drew said with a sigh, looking down at y/n with a grin. The two of them walked through the sand hand in hand, swinging their hands between the two of them rhythmically as they approached the water.
âThe beach you took me to when I visited was pretty nice.â Y/n said with a smirk, raising her eyebrows up at Drew playfully. One of the times y/n had come to see Drew when he was filming, he had surprised her with a day at the beach. The only problem was, Drew hadnât researched quite thoroughly enough, and the two of them ended up hiking to a nude beach. Flustered and fearful of the prying eyes of fans or the paparazzi, the two of them had to hike all the way back to town with their unused beach gear. Instead, they opted to spend the rest of the afternoon exploring the city hand in hand. Even if the day hadnât gone quite how they expected, they got to spend it together and that was all they really wanted.
âHaha, very funny.â Drew rolled his eyes playfully, pulling the beach towel out from under his arm and laying it down in a spot near the surf. Smoothing it out, Drew sat down before offering a hand up to y/n. With a giggle, y/n took his hand before sitting down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Drewâs arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his side.
âThese sunsets werenât quite as fun to watch without you.â Y/n said quietly, peering up at Drew. He looked down at her with a grin, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose before burying his face into her hair. Y/n could hear the steady thrum of Drewâs heart in her ear, his fingers tracing gently along her back in a way that made her cheeks warm.
âIâm happy to be back.â Drew whispered into y/nâs hair. The two of them sat in silence, basking in each other's presence, as the sun drew closer and closer to the horizon. Suddenly, an idea popped into Drewâs mind, his hand reaching into his pocket for his phone.
âGet up real quick. I wanna do something.â Drew smiled, climbing to his feet. Once more, he offered his hand out to y/n, who took it gratefully as she rose to stand next to him. Drew stood still, his eyes locked on y/n and a cheesy grin on his face.
âWhat?â Y/n chuckled, placing her hands on her hips as she faced Drew. With a gentle touch, Drew shifted her over to stand with her back to the surf, the setting sun illuminating her and the beach in an orange glow. Without another word and a lovestruck grin still on his face, Drew picked up his phone and pointed the camera towards y/n.
âStrike a pose for me, baby.â Drew grinned. Y/n smiled for the photo, not moving from her position.
âCâmon⊠please?â Drew said sweetly, his grin apparent in his tone. With a groan and a playful roll of her eyes, y/n popped her hip out in an exaggerated pose that caused Drew to let out a chuckle as he snapped a photo. Looking closely at the photo, Drew could feel his heart swell. Y/n looked so positively radiant, so positively y/n, the personality and beauty Drew fell in love with, all captured in just a single frame.
âAre you done?â Y/n asked, tearing Drewâs eyes away from his phone. He nodded before looking back down at the photo with a grin.
âLemme see.â Y/n teased, coming towards Drew and raising up onto her tiptoes to peer at his phone.
âI think this is the best photo Iâve ever seen.â Drew whispered, causing y/n to giggle as she looked up at him. Quickly swiping through his settings, Drew set the photo as his lock screen. Turning his phone off, he turned it back on to display his new lock screen. The two of them laughed lightly before Drew put the phone back in his pocket.
âMy little model.â Drew said, pressing a kiss to y/nâs cheek before lifting her in his arms. She let out a giggle, perhaps Drewâs favorite sound, as he spun her in the golden light of the beach. With a sigh, Drew sat her feet back down into the sand, his hands still wrapped firmly around her waist as he stared at her intently.
Despite being firmly on the ground again, y/n swore her head was still spinning because of the way Drew was looking at her: his eyes so wide, scanning over every inch of her, the icy blue bathed in a golden glow from the sun. Y/n reached up, wrapping her arms around Drewâs neck and smiling up at him. Slowly, Drew leaned in and pressed his lips to her own, his familiar taste caused her smile to widen. Curling her fingers into his hair, y/n pulled him even closer, savoring the beautiful moment the two of them were sharing⊠and wouldnât soon forget thanks to Drewâs new lock screen.
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dude, we're getting the band back together !! †a jrwi: riptide social media au
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Too Deep, Too Shallow part 2
Welp, turns out thereâs more to write.
Credit to @keferon for creating the AU and to the many wonderful folks who come up with ideas to flesh it out.
Much like the first humans to discover the wonders of honey, Blurr discovers the miracle of cured ham.
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Swerve dreamed of Blue.
The human had dreamed he was working on an air conditioner unit on the roof of a building. The sun was scorching, and the sudden gusting breeze was a relief on his poor back. He only turned to face it when the entire city began to scream.
Swerve saw a wave.
A wall of water.
It looked liked someone flipped the island 45 degrees and the whole thing was sliding into the ocean like a cookie into milk. Victim to vertigo and unable to move a muscle, he could only watch blank faced as the water just kept coming.
Cars swept by at highway speeds. A skyscraper near the shore tilted and fell into the current like a tree trunk. Chills sparked up his spine.
Swerveâs trance broke when reality set in that his rooftop wasnât immune to the disaster coiling closer. When the water reached his feet, he climbed on top of the AC unit, breathing too fast. And when the water reached him again, he realized he was going to die.
In that moment, Swerve finally thought to call someone on his phone, anyone. Just to not be alone.
Swerve held onto the unit with one hand, and dialed with the other.
He called his former college roommate.
The water reached his wrist.
He called his coworkers.
The water reached his elbow.
He called his boss.
The water reached his shoulders.
The worst part, Swerve learned about himself last night, was that he really couldnât think of anyone else to call.
Swerve rolled over in his sleep. Chest and throat painfully tight. Eyes stinging.
Exhausted and refusing to wake up fully, Swerve used the little part of his active consciousness to breath normally. He had practice.
Is it me?
Itâs difficult not to think that, even if it isnât true.
When you try everything to connect with other people but it never seems to stick. Never goes anywhere. For all his efforts to socialize in public, heâd only managed make one friend that actively sought him out, and it was a frigginâ fish.
Still, Swerve thought he was content with his life. He was okay with only having work friends. Happy with his media collections. And getting to visit Blue at the marina.
He thought he was okay with it.
To be liked but not wanted.
Swerve rolled over again, half conscious. He forgot to close the curtain last night and tucked his face into his arm to block out the light.
Stop it, Iâm not having another existential crisis before my alarm goes off. Bad thoughts donât count when youâre exhausted and definitely not before 7 am. Thatâs for business hours only.
Swerve tried to slip back into deeper sleep. He liked to daydream a little to block out the more invasive thoughts. He had a few well fleshed out ocâs and settings to mentally play around with for that reason. Did he want to explore the space ranger one? Or maybe the superhero group. Fantasy had been nice recently.
Instead, Swerve dreamed of Blue
He went back to the end of the nightmare. His fingers were numb and stinging at the same time and his predicament felt like an impossible trap where there was no escape, just delaying the inevitable.
It felt so horrifically real. Every muscle ached, pleading to give out. Each time they did, Swerve would be overtaken by an insurmountable desperation to live. And he always clawed his way back to the surface. Fighting to breath.
All he wanted was for the nightmare to end.
Eventually, his brain took mercy on him.
Blue appeared. Close and calm. The wild mer circled him like a shark. For a few seconds he wondered if heâd committed some kind of Fish-sin and now Blue was here to enact vengeance on his soul. Via teeth.
Instead, Swerve got the surreal experience of Blue talking to him. Or thatâs what it felt like. The sheer amount of adrenaline saturating his brain kicked Swerveâs rational thinking all the way down to âterrified puppyâ and he was ready to accept anything that got him out of there.
Blue was gentle. Blue wanted Swerve to let go. Blue didnât let Swerve go. And thatâs all that really mattered.
Swerve settled into the dream-memory of quiet clicking and slowly drifting. Now that the specter of death wasnât present, it was a genuinely comforting end to a horrible nightmare.
Swerve sighed. Then his face scrunched. He picked out a rock digging into his hip and rolled onto his back.
Why is my bed hard?
All of the air was punched out of his chest at once as something huge, heavy and wet impacted him from above.
A crackling wheeze was all Swerve could manage as he was shocked into full consciousness.
He was a on a roof.
And Blue was on him.
Chittering.
Swerve froze, brain not really up for processing what the fuck was happening.
Happened.
Happened and is continuing to happen.
âOh fuck youâre real.â Swerve started getting his elbows underneath him to sit up.
Blue clicked again, looking from Swerve to back over his shoulder.
âOh my fucking god this is real.â Swerve took in the twenty foot high water surrounding them. Shattered buildings in every direction and the complete and utter lack of human life.
The fins across Blues body suddenly flared wide, as the mer whistled shrilly and flopped off of the human, dragging himself further from the water.
Swerve had his head in his hands.
âYouâre real! That was real! I was going to die and you saved me! Oh fuck me my apartment was on the first floor.â
Blue had pulled himself to the other side of the roof and screamed, pointing at the water.
At that moment, Swerve witnessed a mass of tentacles and teeth breach the surface. Barbed hookâs digging into the flat rubber roof to haul its mutant body after its prey.
Swerve didnât remember getting up, or crossing the majority of the roof, but when he reached the chest high ledge of the adjacent connected rooftop, he did remember Blue.
The mer had his back pressed against the wall. Eyes wide in terror as it looked desperately between Swerve and certain death.
In the next second, Swerve had his hands under the mers arms, swinging them upwards in a graceless arch. Screeching, Blue thudded onto the second roof.
Swerve scrambled up after the mer, leviathan lashing at the air behind him. The predator was unnaturally persistent, crushing the lower roof under its weight in its pursuit of its prey.
The long asphalt roof stretched before him, the mere possibility of safety dangled in the broken windows of the apartment complex abutting the shopping districtâs row of lower buildings. He could make it. He could make it if he ran.
Swerve had a choice.
Oh who was he even kidding?
âPlease donât bite me please donât bite me please donât bite me.â
He scooped up Blue like a newlywed bride, and IMMEDIATELY had to abandon that hold in favor of carrying him like a tuba. Snarling, the leviathans teeth cut into the roofâs edge, shaking the building like a dog on a car bumper.
Swerve stumbled but maintained his forward momentum. Because the alternative was flattening a terrified wild animal made of knives and a hundred pounds of pure muscle.
Blue rewarded this decision by gripping more securely onto Swerves shoulders and not tearing into his soft fleshy throat like an emergency hot pocket.
Together, they moved frantically through the blasted clear window. Swerve landed hard on his knees, sodden carpet soaking back into sun dried clothing. He stumbled to his feet, splashing through the ruined apartment in a desperate search for stairs upwards.
The tsunami tore through every barrier it encountered, leaving every doorway busted wide open. The leviathan realized their preys means of escape and dove into the water.
Swerve skidded around the corner into the hall as the leviathan began thrashing against the floor beneath him. Carpet tore and wood splintered, tentacles snaked out blindly to catch anything they struck. Retracting violently back through the floor whenever one got a hold of something solid.
Swerve could feel his pulse in his tongue. Finding the emergency stairs and taking them two at a time, he didnât stop until they reached the top floor and even then only after reaching the other end of the hall.
The leviathan screeched far below, slamming into the foundations one last time before finally going quiet.
Swerve slid down the wall as his legs gave out.
The wounds of his scrapped raw fingers had reopened, smearing a small amount of blood across Blueâs dark scales. Indistinguishable from the mers own shallow bleeding from the scratches along his fluke.
He couldnât feel his legs and wished he couldnât feel his arms. Every joint had locked so tightly Swerve thought he could hear them creak when he tried and failed to let Blue go.
Luckily, the mer either didnât mind or was in a similar position. Human-like arms rigid around his shoulders, Swerve could feel the rapid pace of his heart pounding through Blues back, pressed against his wrists.
Eventually, their limbs relaxed enough to drop into uncontrollable shaking, allowing them to release each other. Swerve slid sideways along the wall, trying not to swallow his tongue, until he was prone on his shoulder.
Blue rolled off his lap to lie flat onto his back. Staring wide eyed at the ceiling.
The mer lifted one hand above his face, watching it shake. Before dropping it to his chest again and breathlessly laughing.
âDonât-â Swerve swallowed a threatening rise of bile. â-tell me youâre a-â He coughed. â-an adrenaline junkie.â
Blue lulled his head to look at him and smiled, twitching his hand limply.
On the second attempt Swerve realized he was waving.
âHi Blue.â He waved back. âHowâs it goin.â
After a good ten, fifteen minutes of laying on the floor together, Blue rolled back onto his front and crawled up to the window at the end of the hall. Pulling himself up the ledge, Blue looked out onto the city. The mer made a brief noise somewhere between a throaty clicking and a wail and thunked his forehead on the window sill.
âYou okay?â His entire body protested any movement but Swerve pushed through to shuffle on his knees up to the window.
Blue didnât lift his head, but did raise a hand to point out outside.
âOh.â The view would have been breathtaking if Swerve had any to spare.
The apocalypse had redecorated. Skyscrapers leaned on each other like drunks leaving the bar. Boats nested on top of sturdy trees. Wreckage and ruins blocked up streets and ally ways creating oversized tide pools filled with garbage and displaced sea life.
But the ocean.
âOh buddy.â
The ocean was miles away. Pulled far beyond what a normal tide would ever go down to. Getting back to the sea would take crossing the entire city, circumventing the blockages, avoiding those freakish monsters, and fuck knows whatever other hazards.
Blue slid to sitting, rubbing his face. Swerve thumped down next to him.
âHey.â He nudged the mer. Blue looked up, blinking at him.
âIâm gonna get you home okay? Just wait here for a minute.â And Swerve shakily got to his feet.
The top floor looked like the water only reached halfway up judging by the water damage. Still enough the break any locked doors but the dry half gave Swerve some hope. It was eerily quiet. The only sounds were the lapping of water below, the creek of the building itself, and the distant cry of seagulls.
Swerve tripped through broken homes. The water damage wasnât as bad here as the other floors but it had still been enough to wreck anything below waist level.
It felt wrong. Going through the belongings of strangers. It felt more wrong that no one was here. Swerve strained his ears, desperately listening for boats or helicopters or any sign of human life.
Silence.
Where is everyone?
It took some scrounging, but he managed to find everything he was looking for. Some packs of water bottles, packaged food, basic first aid supplies and most importantly:
Blue looked unimpressed by the hiking backpack.
More concerningly, the mer looked wilted. Barely lifting his head up and putting it right back down into the pillow of his arms, Blue moved lethargically.
âHold on! It gets better.â And Swerve took out his pocket knife that he managed not to loose during the flood and started cutting a hole through the bottom of the bag.
Blue tilted his head like watching Swerve at a forty five degree angle would make it make more sense.
âTada!â Swerve did a little jazz hand.
Blue raised an eyebrow ridge. Swerve chuckled awkwardly.
Hiding his embarrassment, Swerve let it lie for now and focused on the food instead. His stomach audibly growled and he felt his mouth start to water over a bag of chips and a can of spam.
Exhaustion and hunger really do make for the best condiments.
He used the pocket knife to cut thin slices of ham to sandwich between small handfuls of chips and shoved it into his mouth without any preamble.
Blue perked up at the sound of food, pulling himself over to the cans. The mer poked at the cured meat cube, cringing like he expected it to jump out at him. Gingerly, Blue drew a talon across the surface, spiraling off a corkscrew of spam. Plucking it delicately up, Blue chittered at the human before hesitantly eating a piece.
The mer paused. Blue looked Swerve dead in the eye, âWhistle-click-click.â and proceeded to sweep all of the spam cans closer to himself like a pile of poker chips.
âI was gonna, oh okay. Fish tax. I guess.â Swerve chuckled much more genuinely as Blue started digging into the square can. âApocalyptic Ponyo still loves ham.â
Once the two had their fill, Swerve packed up their remaining supplies into the extra pockets of the hiking pack.
Now all he had to do was stuff a wild animal into a bag and carry that around for an indeterminate amount of time.
Yay.
âOoookay Blue, we need to cover a lot of ground and I need a better way to carry you, so would you pleeeeease get into the bag on your own so I know youâre okay with this plan and wonât claw my face off for trying?â He smiled sweetly.
Swerve slowly shifted the backpack to lie next to the mer lengthwise. Blue was licking off a couple of his fingers and idly inspected the opening of the bag, looking through to the small hole at the bottom.
Blue stopped, glancing to his own tail and back to the pack. He locked eyes with Swerve, clicking and shaking his head side to side.
âGreat! Gonna take that as a yes.â Swerve started positioning the opening of the bag towards the mers tail.
Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, Blue made many new and interesting noises that Swerve suspected where curses upon his life, his ancestors and any potential descendants.
Strapped back to back, Swerve carefully rose to his feet, begrudging mer in tow.
âComfy?â Swerve steadied himself at the top of the stairs. Blue hissed at god.
By the time the human got to the end of the stairs, heâd mostly gotten the hang of his new center of balance. While it was a far cry from dry land, the debris had stuffed tightly enough between the buildings that Swerve could pretty much clamber to the adjoining rooftops. So far so good, and no sign of Satans Goldfish either.
Breathing hard but evenly, Swerve made idle conversation. âYou know, I recently got into this new anime?â He huffed, distracting himself from the burn in his legs. âItâs about this mecha pilot that gets launched into space and runs into a bunch of robot aliens.â
Blue whistled and clicked lightly whenever Swerve paused. The human waiting until the mer was done before continuing to infodump. Soon they were in a back and forth double blind conversation about whatever came to mind.
Eventually they reached the end of the âlandâ and couldnât go further without reentering the water. Swerve hesitated. âUm, Blue?â
The mer twisted around slightly in the pack, making a questioning trill.
âCan you do that thing where you carried me again? I uh, never really learned to swim.â He dipped a toe into the water. The parking lot they were standing on provided a gradual slop downwards.
Blue clicked again, patting Swerve on the hip. The human got the idea and turned around, walking backwards into the water. Muttering âI am full of stress hormones and micro-plastics. Nothing wants to eat me. I am full of stress hormones and micro-plastics. Nothing will enjoy eating me.â
He felt Blue tug on the extraneous buckled straps that were pulled over the mers shoulders, causing Swerve the lean backwards a bit more.
The trust fall into the water proper went surprisingly smoothly. Despite Swerve involuntarily wheezing at the drop.
After a few test swishes, Blue swam, carrying them onward. Maybe it was because of the full body exhaustion, but once they got going, Swerve felt uncannily like he was drifting down a lazy river. It was almost kind of relaxing.
The sun shone bright, refracting crazily off of broken windows and rippling water.
They passed under the uppermost branches of several sturdy trees. The shade a nice reprieve from the heat of the day. They passed by a huge metal hand sticking up out of the water and Swerve got the clue they were swimming through one of the local parks near that shady ass aquarium. He managed to direct the mer generally towards the sea and Blue adjusted course.
The pair floated along.
Swerve drummed his fingers on the backpack straps, âWhy do you like me?â
The mer trilled, carrying his own half of the conversation independent of Swerves actual input.
Swerve let his head lightly rest against the back of Blues. Staring up at the apocalypse and feeling the weight of his very dead phone in his pocket. âI mean. I just kinda want to know what I did right? For you to want to come out here to save me.â
Blue chittered back for a while, ending in a quick series of whistles.
âAnd let me stick you in a backpack.â
Blue suddenly flipped them over, dunking Swerve into the water and sending the human scrambling.
Sputtering and snorting water out of his nose, Swerve got an unexpected hold onto tin slats. Wiping off his eyes, he saw theyâd reached another barricade for him to carry them across.
âA little more warning next time?â He shook the water from his hair.
âWeâre not exactly facing the same direction.â Swerve pulled them up onto the pentagonal roof, looking like the upper portion of some kind of restaurant.
Blue at least had the decency to sound halfway apologetic when he clicked this time. Swerve hummed appreciatively.
Standing up, he spotted the signature glass dome of the city mall. The structure as a whole looked like it held up fairly well. The malls second story veranda looked like it lined up pretty decently with the top of a couple of shipping containers thatâd gotten stuck between the restaurant and the mall.
Path clear for once, Swerve splashed through the ankle high water into the building, hopeful theyâd find more supplies or even other survivors for a change.
Once inside, it took minute for Swerves eyes to readjust to the change in light.
The shaded interior looked like if Atlantis had shopping malls.
Beams of sunlight streamed in from above, giving the space a dreamy feel. Seaweed wrapped itself around every railing like tangled garlands. Small schools of fish window shopped below the surface. There were even a couple of napping orcas in the central atrium.
âHaaaaâ Swerve could have swallowed his own throat.
There is ONE napping orca in the central atrium, being held up by another VERY MUCH AWAKE orca who just locked eyes with the intruding human.
Swerve saw the full body flex the mer had at spotting him. Eyes wide and burning with a barely contained oceanic fury. Said eyes darted rapidly between Swerve and the still sleeping mer cradled in their arms, and the dilemma was so clear it could have been written in the stars.
Option A: Let pod mate sleep.
Option B: Murder.
Please pick option A please pick option A please pick option A.
The decision was made for them when, curious as to why Swerve stopped, Blue turned around and let out an ungodly shriek.
The second mer startled awake, thrashing at the water as their pod mate clicked so loudly Swerve thought they were gun shots going off.
He booked it for the broken escalators, repeating their mad dash from that morning.
Orcas canât climb stairs! We just need to hide on the top floor until they get bored just like before!
Swerve felt the escalator shake behind him. The formally sleeping orca mer was using biceps the size of Blue to haul themselves up after them.
âOh COME ON!â Swerve double timed it, reaching the top of the stairs just in time to see a fountain of water explode onto the third floor. The whole building rattled with the impact of the first goddamn killer whale landing directly in the way of their escape.
âđœâđ ÏαđŸđ á”á!â
The base boosted, distorted imitation of human speech that went off behind him set whatever remaining sanity Swerve had on fucking fire.
He started laughing. Wheezing hysterically. Backing away from the two massive mers until he bumped into the inner railing of the veranda.
The mers closed in together. One snarling siren like whistles, the other mimicking human speech.
Swerve was yanked backwards, and fell through open air.
He took what he hoped wasnât his last breath.
And then the moment they hit the water, Blue dropped into a whole new gear.
Swerves only warning was rising WHOOSH of water before he was being dragged under at highway speeds.
There were a lot of things Swerve experienced in the last 24 hours that heâd never thought of nor wanted to experience. The newest bullet point to add to that list is what it feels like to go watering skiing with a back pack instead of skis.
The froth of seawater prevented him from opening his eyes or taking a breath. Swerve tried to count the seconds but lost track when the dark blotches of color over took his vision.
He tried once, to reach down and grab at Blue, begging for air. For mercy. But the human couldnât push past the current.
And when the ringing in his ears drowned out the beating of his heart, it all went dark.
Swerve dreamed of Blue.
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
Swerve thinks the orcas want to eat them and one is specifically possessed by the devil.
Blurr, who hasnât slept in over 24 hours, thinks the fish police are here to arrest him.
Prowl thinks a human has abducted a well known celebrity to put in another aquarium.
And Jazz is over stimulated as all hell but has a gut feeling all of them are wrong.
-SSTP
#apocalyptic ponyo#writing#fun times#yes the dumbasses both named each other after colors#Blurr is so tired#Swerve has aged 50 years over the course of this story#who will they run into next?
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Stupid Cupid
â»â„ đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: You are madly in love with your best friend and it's eating you alive. One day you will tell him how you feel, but you have to deal with his girlfriend first.
â»â„ đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : best friend!hansol x reader
â»â„ đđđ§đ«đ: 18+, roommates au, best friends to ?, angst, fluff, smut
â»â„ đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: cursing, jealousy, fight is kind of intense, kissing, protected sex, nipple play?, fingering, oral (f. receiving), masturbation, missionary, multiple orgasms?
â»â„ đđšđ«đđŹ: 9.1k
â»â„ đđ: This for the collab "Lonely Hearts Cafe", hosted by @camandemstudios. This story truly stressed me out and I couldn't have gotten through it without @yoongihan, @seokgyuu, @okiedokrie and & @haologram for looking at this for me. I don't do well with deadlines and the words just weren't coming to me naturally. It was eating me up and giving me headaches lol. I hope despite that, you all like this labor of love đ
You are in love with Hansol.Â
Hopelessly, stupidly, trip over your feet when heâs around, butterflies in your stomach kind of love. Heâs everything you could want in a guy and your best friend, someone you can just chill with no expectations. You both love Star Wars, attend anime cons together, and are allergic to peanuts. You share a home with him and it feels like home in your heart when heâs near. Youâre in love with Hansol. There is only one problem: he has an on-and-off girlfriend.Â
A girlfriend you particularly hate.Â
Kelsey is always around, taking up your space, and itâs aggravating. You wish you could say that itâs not serious, but to your chagrin, they have been on and off for a couple of years. Itâs bad enough that you canât tell Hansol how you feel, but then you have his girlfriend, a huge social media influencer, always at your condo every time youâre there. You would think she would like to take her âinfluence " elsewhere. Itâs exacerbating.Â
âHey there girl,â Kelsey calls out as you walk to the kitchen. She is sprawled out with her laptop on your living room floor rug, wearing a cut-off shirt, the tiniest shorts you have ever seen, and knee-high socks. Where does she live again?
âWhatâs up?â you respond, barely hiding the irritation in your voice.Â
âOof, youâre definitely not a morning person,â she scoffs. âDo you think you can stay out tonight? Vernon has this Hollywood thing he has to attend to tonight, and he is stressed about it. So I want to help him relax if you know what I mean.âÂ
You raise your eyebrows at her referring to him as Vernon, which he only tells his coworkers to call him. Hansol is a cinematographer, and a damned good one. He works for a major film studio and is invited to parties all the time. He only goes for the free food and booze, he says, because those people donât care about anything but themselves and their pockets, let alone pronouncing his first name correctly.
Kelsey is not a coworker; she is, unfortunately, his girlfriend. Why doesnât she call him by his preferred name?
âWhat does you wanting to help Hansol relax have to do with me being here?â you ask, making yourself a cup of coffee.Â
âWell.â She clicks her tongue. âItâll be pretty awkward for me to be blowing his brains out while youâre here, ya know?â
You bite your lip to keep yourself from saying what is on your mind, instead focusing on making your elaborate coffee with whipped cream and caramel syrup on top. This girl really has some nerve.Â
âKelsey,â you let out a small sigh. âIâm not leaving my house because you want to fuck. Do whatever you please.â You slam the whipped cream can on the container. âItâs nothing I havenât heard before.âÂ
Irritated, you walk past her and speed into the hallway, almost running into Hansol, who is leaving his bedroom. Wearing a red shirt and pajama pants, he has bedroom hair and a hint of sleep in his eyes. He looks adorable.Â
âWhere are you running off to?â His voice is deep and groggy.Â
âI am running away from that peach of a girlfriend you have in there.â You roll your eyes. âPlus, I have to get ready for work.âÂ
âOh no, what did she do now?âÂ
âNothing, aside from asking me to stay out of the condo that I pay for tonight so she can fuck you as loud as she wants,â you say bluntly.Â
Hansolâs eyes widen in shock, the little sleepiness he had evaporated. âShe didnât say that?âÂ
âShe just about said that,â you sigh, leaning on the wall. âLook, I have to get ready for my day, but we have to have a conversation later. Not tonight, because I know that party is happening. But at some point, we do.âÂ
âOkay,â he says, looking at the floor. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âNo need to be sorry,â you sigh again, deeply this time. âLetâs just chat soon, okay?â
You step into your room and shut the door, your heart beating out of your chest. That was not a conversation you want to have early in the morning, and Kelsey being around more and more makes you erratic. Eventually, a conversation will have to be had about how much time she is spending here and everything. But right now, you will sip your elaborate coffee and try to get through the day.Â
You met Hansol on the first day of college. You needed help finding your classes and ironically you shared some classes required for your majors. You wanted to be a film director and figured a film studies degree would get you there. Hansol loved being behind the camera, recording the magic in front of him. You shared the same study group and met your other best friends, Minghao and Wonwoo. Minghao has a good eye for design and wanted to work on set designs and costumes while Wonwoo is equally obsessed with cameras, often geeking out with Hansol about the different models they wanted to collect one day. You even lived together at one point, your friendship group known as the âcore fourâ, until one by one, everyone moved out and it was just you and him.Â
You didnât fall in love with him right away. It was a slow, simmering thing that snuck in and robbed your heart and mind before you realized it. You were together all the time and enjoyed the same things. Youâve seen each other at your worst, depended on each other, and celebrated your successes together. Hansol was your go-to for everything, and you didnât realize until he started dating Kelsey that you were in love. But how can you tell him that?
âOkay, whatâs wrong?â
Minghao sits next to you during your lunch break the same day, bringing you meat and stir fry that he brought from home. His girlfriend, Mei, who is an excellent cook and very sweet, sent you a text this morning that she was bringing some with him to the studio today. You worked for a major studio as an SFX artist, falling in love with prosthetics and makeup in one of your courses and deciding to pursue that instead. You still have your bachelors in film studies and your love for film hasnât changed; you just went on a different path. Youâre happier for it.Â
âThank you for the food,â you breathe, purposely dodging his question.Â
âYouâre welcome,â he replied, handing you Tupperware of colorful stir fry. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhat makes you think anything is wrong with me?âÂ
Minghao raises an eyebrow with a familial side-eye as he distributes utensils, the kind of look parents give you when they know youâre telling a lie. He knows you so well, and he has always been good at reading people. You can talk to him about anything, and he is going to give you the hard truth, even if you donât want to hear it. After a moment, you tell him what happened this morning and he is silent, taking it all in.
âShe is really getting on my nerves,â you huff, accidentally slamming your plastic fork on the table. Your colleagues around you look in your direction nervously, and you are mortified, wishing you could wiggle your nose and disappear like the genie on the old TV show.Â
âAre you sure itâs because of her, or is it because of him?â Minghao asks casually, taking a sip of his tea.Â
âW-what do you mean?â you play aloof, not wanting to open another can of worms. âThis has nothing to do with Hansol, though I wish he would tell her to not come over to our place all the time. I donât get what he even sees in her.âÂ
âSure,â he says with a smirk, barely containing his amusement. âIâm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you are in love with him.â
âUgh,â you groan, sliding further in your seat. âI wish I never told you that.âÂ
âYou didnât have to.â His smile widening into a teasing grin. âEven the blind could see your bleeding heart for him.â
âYeah, apparently everyone can but him,â you mutter, taking a stab at your food.Â
Minghao chuckles softly, shaking his head. âWell donât take your frustration out on the food. Mei put a lot of love into that.âÂ
You mumble âsorryâ, feeling guilty and eating your food in silence. If it were another day and you were in a better mood, you would savor it more. But all you want is for the work day to end, so you can curl in your bed and figure out how to navigate this unrequited love.Â
âWhat if I told him how I felt?âÂ
You look up slowly at your friend, gauging his reaction. He already has the look of disapproval, and your stomach is in knots.Â
âYeah, thatâs a terrible idea,â he says firmly. âDo you really want to start drama in the middle of the busiest season for us? Not to mention Kelsey will blast this all over social media.â
âIâm not scared of her,â you shoot back defiantly, crossing your arms.Â
Minghao chuckles again, but it is lighter and paired with concern in his eyes. âJust think it through okay? Things are already complicated, and I donât want to see you hurt.âÂ
He places a supportive hand on your shoulder as he packs up whatâs left of his lunch and goes back to work. You sigh, knowing that heâs right, but it still doesnât make it easier to hear.Â
You planned to sleep through whatever escapade Kelsey had in mind with Hansol. You had your nightly tea with cinnamon horchata and set your phone to play ambient/vaporwave music to drown out whatever noise they might bring. They arenât exactly the quietest people when they are in the mood, and you have been dreading it since this morning.Â
A lot of times you have wondered what it would be like to experience him for the first time. Youâve heard enough of them to have an idea of what he is like, but itâs different from actually feeling him inside you, with his hands caressing your body. You want to feel his lips on yours and your skin against his. Is it possible to crave something that youâve never had? You are tired of hearing the headboard banging against the wall and the moans that follow soon after. You are irritated with it allâ You wish it were you instead.Â
You heard the security system beep when the front door opened, and you lay in bed, waiting for the inevitable shuffling of feet and sloppy kisses that would follow after. Your stomach turns at the thought of her hands all over him, whispering sweet things in his ear that have no meaning. Silence ensues, leaving you confused, and your nosiness gets the best of you. Slowly getting out of bed, you slip into your house shoes, exiting your room quietly as you brace yourself for the grand display of affection you were used to seeing. Instead, you find Hansol on the couch, taking a hit of his vape, tiredness etching around his eyes.Â
âHow was the party?â You probe, taking a seat next to him and crossing your legs. âYou look partied out.âÂ
âIt was alright,â he mumbles, taking another hit of his vape.Â
âAlright?â You quirk an eyebrow. âYou have been talking about this party all month and it was just alright?â
You noticed his disposition and you donât want to pry, but his nonchalant attitude is eating at you. Hansol can be hard to read sometimes, but you know him. Heâs quiet with everyone else but not with youâhe tells you everything.Â
âTell me whatâs happened.âÂ
Hansol reluctantly answers, sighing heavily as he takes one more vape hit before setting it on the armrest. You move closer to him, giving him a reassuring smile.Â
âKelsey and I broke up again,â he said, the heaviness of his words linger in the air. The sadness in his voice is clear, and it hurts you to see him upset. âShe wanted to bring a friend to the party and you canât exactly do that. So when I told her no, she got all pissed at me, we argued and she broke up with me.âÂ
You bite your lip, trying to find the right words. âIâm really sorry, Hansol. Despite how I feel about her, I know you really love her, and being broken up with sucks.âÂ
He looks at you, his brown eyes reflecting a mix of tiredness and frustration. âShe said it was more than just not letting her bring her friend to the party. She says I never consider her feelings and thatâs not true. It just feels like weâre always going in circles. One minute, weâre good; the next, itâs like⊠it never even mattered.â
âYeah, that can be exhausting,â you pause, wanting to say more but unsure how to articulate the feelings that bubble beneath the surface. This is not their first break up, but it affects him all the same. Seeing Hansol be madly in love with someone who keeps taking advantage of him burns you to your core. He doesnât deserve that. He deserves someone who will take care of him with love and respect. Someone who values his ideas and cares about him as a person. You would give him the world if you could.Â
âI hope I am not overstepping,â you say cautiously. âBut this isnât your first rodeo. Why do you keep going back?âÂ
His silence is deafening, and he has an uncomfortable expression on his face as he tries to find the right words to say. âLook, Kelsey can be a lot and full of herself, but she cares in her own way. When itâs just us, she is so attentive, funny, and warmâsort of. She has her moments,â he sighs again. âShe makes me feel good in a way no one else has. I love her.â
Hearing him declare his love for her leaves you with a bitter taste in your mouth. Itâs bad enough that you didnât realize you were in love with him until after he started seeing her, and now after hearing this, you can never tell him how you feel. Itâll fuck up everything, despite it gnawing at you inside.Â
âFor what itâs worth, I hope that you two will be able to talk it out and figure out what you want to do.â You tell a strong lie, but you donât want to hear more about his love for her. You canât take it. âDo you want to chill for a bit? We can watch Revenge Of The Sith if you want.âÂ
He cracks a small smile, and for a moment, the weight in his eyes lightens. âYeah, letâs just chill for a bit. That sounds cool.â
âCool,â you reply, scrambling from the couch. âIâll make some popcorn.âÂ
Tears threaten to break free as you beeline it to the kitchen, your heartache paining worse than before. âShe makes me feel good in a way no one else has⊠I love her.â You keep replaying it in your head over and over. You almost wish you never left your room, and went to sleep like you planned. At least you would still have a bit of hope, instead of a cracked heart.Â
A few weeks pass, and as the season change, so does the light in Hansolâs eyes. He is getting back to his normal self and is laughing again. As happy as you are for him, it feels like your heart is being pierced by shards of glass. It was foolish of you to think you could ever be with him, and Minghao was right: it will just complicate everything. Â
You know he isnât completely over Kelsey, and itâs going to take more than a few weeks to get over someone you love deeply. You used to have daydreams of cuddling with Hansol on the couch, watching horror movies, and being madly in love⊠you have to put it to bed, for good. You start distancing yourself, little by little. Whether itâs staying late at work or finding different excuses to be out of the house, it doesnât matter. Youâre still there for him as a friend, but you want to be free from this unrequited love. It was fucking with you.Â
So here you are, at a bar, sitting with your date Seungcheol, who you met on a dating app. You just wanted a quick fix for your heartache, and they say the best way to get over someone is to get under another, right? Heâs the one to fulfill that.Â
Within an hour of talking to him, you learned he was the typical tech bro who went to an Ivy League school, liked to mansplain everything, and thought he was Godâs gift to women. Whatever. Itâs not like you planned on seeing him again after tonight.Â
âYou look real nice in that outfit,â he says, practically drooling over your little black dress and heels.Â
âDo I?â You flirtatiously quirk an eyebrow.Â
âYeah.â Seungcheol nods, taking a sip of his gin. âI canât wait to see what you look like underneath.â
It takes every fiber in your being to roll your eyes and walk out of there. Guys like Seungcheol annoy you, and you deal with them in small doses and go about your business. But he is a means to an end, and you will bat your eyes and tell him what he wants to hear to get what you want. You will deal with the consequences in the morning.Â
You gaze at the clock displayed on the wall and itâs a quarter till eleven. Tired of hearing him talk, you lean in and whisper in his ear, your lips barely touching him. âDo you want to get out of here then? You said your place isnât that far, right?â
His eyes are lit with desire, and you excuse yourself to the bathroom while he settles the bill. Stepping into the dimly lit bathroom, you take a good look in the mirror, adjust your dress, and apply the last bit of cherry red lipstick. The soft glow of the overhead light illuminates the traces of perfectly good makeup that you only bring out for special occasions.Â
âIs this really what you want?â
Your words echo against the walls, your question answered by silence. With a deep breath, you straighten your posture, taking one last look before exiting the bathroom. Of course, this is what you wantâ you wouldnât have gone this far if you didnât. Seungcheol waits for you at the bar, biting his plump bottom lip as he scrolls through his phone. Seungcheol is as hot as they come, and it certainly makes this decision a bit easier.Â
âAre you ready to go?â
He looks up as you close in on him, linking your arm through his. âOf course, Iâm going to pull the car around front.â
You watch him walk away, twiddling your fingers as you wait in suspense. The bar smells of wood and stale beer, the heat pushed on blast to counter the cold outside. You slip on your coat, walking towards the front door when you hear laughter, a familiar one that brings butterflies to your stomach. Turning to your left, you see Hansol, walking into the same bar youâre leaving, with Wonwoo and a girl you donât know. He was always a simple guy, wearing jeans and his favorite âRevenge Of The Nerdsâ hoodie with a goofy grin on his face. Itâs your favorite thing to see.
All the feelings you keep trying to push aside rise in you at once, and when your eyes lock with this, you feel warm. Getting over him will not be easy.Â
âHey! What are you doing here?â Hansol says curiously.Â
âShe probably has a hot date,â Wonwoo teases and nudges your shoulder.Â
âWell actually⊠I do.âÂ
Wonwooâs mouth spreads into a wide grin, happy to be right. His girl companion tugs onto his coat, mumbling that she is freezing. Sheâs a short thing with jet-black hair and wears a nice shirt and a skirt that shows off her legs. Wonwoo isnât the serial dater type, so it is a high possibility heâs on the same mission you were: fuck and move on.Â
âReally?â Hansolâs voice peaks an octave higher than normal. âWhoâs the guy?â
âO-oh, um, you donât know him,â you stumble through your words. âHeâs just someone I met. We are heading to his place actually.âÂ
âW-what?â Hansol looks surprised, his expression etched with concern. âAre you sure it's a good idea?â
âIâll be fine,â you say, looking down at your heels. âIâll send you my location when Iâm there, okay?â
In the nick of time, Seungcheol pulls up in his Mercedes, opening the car door from his seat to let you in.Â
âThere he is,â you announce, walking towards the luxury car. âIâll text you later, yeah?â
Hansol stares intently at Seungcheol before looking at you, his eyes softening as you get into the passenger seat. You wave as he pulls off, the bar becoming out of view as you drive through downtown. Your nerves are shot, and you feel rattled. Of all the places to be, you had to see him at the bar? The universe has a sense of humor.Â
âWho were those people back there?â Suengcheolâs deep voice breaks through your thoughts. âThe one with the hoodie looked like he was going to pound me.âÂ
âOh they are my best friends from college,â you say casually. âWell, I don't know the girl but yeah. Besides, Hansol, the one with the hoodie, he wouldnât hurt a fly.âÂ
You can confidently say out of all the years you have known him, Hansol, you have never seen him get aggressive with anyone. The most emotion you see from him is when he talks about cameras, film, or his love for Kelâ.Â
âI donât have anything to worry about, do I?â
Shaking your head and changing the mood, you strategically place your hand on his thigh, smiling mischievously. âNow are we going to talk about my friends all night, or do you want to do something more exciting?â
To say Hansol is bothered is an understatement.Â
You didnât come home last night and even though he knew where you were, it still gnaws at him. It was unlike you. You always came home. Itâs irking him. You are always there.Â
Hansol noticed that you hadnât been around as much, and he assumed it had something to do with work, which he understood since you both work in the same industry. But seeing you with that guy with the fancy Benz, dressed in clothes you rarely wear and your hair different from your usual lookâit was all he could think about. You looked beautiful last night, and he wasnât sure why he didnât see it before. What maddened him the most was that he couldnât figure out why. He just knew that you were not there, and it didnât feel right.Â
Hansol slowly got out of his bed and checked the time on his phone, 9:37 am in bold letters on his lock screen. His head raged from the hangover he caught from last nightâs drinking. He is a lightweight and he knows he drank more than he should, but he was still dealing with the aftermath of the breakup with Kelsey. Itâs been a few weeks and though he was feeling better, he still cared about her. He just wanted to not think or feel for a few hours. Now his thoughts are plagued by you.Â
He sauntered out of his room, the sunlight hit him like a wall, momentarily blinding him. He reached for a bottle of water, hoping to ease the throbbing in his head. A few moments later, Wonwoo opened the spare room, yawning and adjusting his glasses. Hansol was too drunk to drive, and Wonwoo was sober enough to take him home. The date that he brought last night, who he learned was named Jules, sheepishly appeared behind him, adjusting her dress as she took her walk of shame. Hansol heard murmuring but couldnât make out what they were saying, but shortly after the door shut with a click, with Wonwoo leaning against it, an amusing grin on his face.Â
âIs that your next victim?â Hansol teased.Â
âEh, maybe,â he shrugged. âShe is more tolerable than the others.âÂ
âUh-huh,â he surmised, drinking the last bits of his water. âWeâll see how long this one lasts.âÂ
Wonwoo is a notorious dater if you want to call it that. He has always had the philosophy that being tied down isnât for him and he would rather run through the mill than be with someone he always likes. He is a fine art photographer who travels quite a bit, and he is always bragging about how it wouldnât make sense for him to be in a relationship. He blows where the wind goes, and Hansol has always respected that he stayed true to himself.Â
Wonwoo chuckled as he grabbed the water next to Hansol, clutching it as he drank it empty. He looked at your closed room door, his eyebrows raised curiously.Â
âShe isnât here?â Wonwoo probed, pointing at your door.Â
âNo,â Hansol mumbled, followed by a slight ping in his chest. âShe might still be out.âÂ
âUh, huh,â Wonwoo concluded, eyeing him oddly. âSounds like she had a good night.âÂ
âYeah, I bet,â Hansol said bitterly, his fingers rubbing his right temple. âItâs not like her to stay overnight at some doucheâs house. Something is up.âÂ
âA douche, huh?â Wonwoo curved into a sly grin. âHow do you know the guy is a douche? He could be a cool guy.âÂ
âCome on, he drives an S-class Mercedes and wears an Apple watch. Iâm willing to bet heâs some tech bro.â
âAnd?â Wonwoo challenged. âThat doesnât make him a bad guy. If I donât know any better I would say you are jealous.âÂ
Hansol rolled his eyes at his accusation, though the thought of you canoodling with the tech bro made him feel a certain way. âIâm not jealous. I am just⊠concerned, thatâs all.âÂ
âYeah, letâs call it that.âÂ
The alarm beeped from the front door and you walked in slowly, looking as put together as you did last night. Hansol paled as if he was caught doing something he wasnât supposed to, and Wonwoo looked amused, folding his arms as he leaned against the counter.Â
âOh hey, party girl,â Wonwoo greeted you. âWe were just talking about you.â
âWere you now?â You said with raised eyebrows, slowly taking off your heels.Â
âY-yeah, we were wondering if you made it home,â Hansol said nervously. âWell, youâre here now so.â
âDid you have a good time?â Wonwoo probed you further. âWill you see him again?
You look down at the floor, your face heating up from embarrassment. They typically donât ask about your dating life, so why does it matter now?
âMaybe,â you murmured, biting your lip. âIâm going to go shower and get out of these clothes.âÂ
Hansol watched you as you walked into your room, shutting the door behind you quietly. He is relieved that you made it home safe, but he still feels conflicted about how he feels. Is he in fact, jealous?
âIâm going to go home and get some sleep,â Wonwoo announced, clapping a hand on Hansolâs shoulder.Â
He let himself out and Hansol went back to his room, collapsing on his bed. Stirred emotions and thoughts rumbled through his head, and he closed his eyes, determined to think things through with a clearer head.Â
His phone buzzed on his nightstand, and he sluggishly grabbed it, groaning at his notifications. A new message from Kelsey flashed as he swiped up on his screen. âI miss you.â
Itâs been over a week since you saw Hansol, and you would be a liar to say that you were fine. You miss him.Â
Your night with Seungcheol was fun, and he was a good fuck, but your mind kept drifting back to Hansol⊠imagining it was him. Seungcheol was nice enough to let you sleep in if you wanted and made sure you were good before you left, but you know itâs not going to go anywhere. Deep down he knows that too.Â
God, you are a mess.Â
You decided to keep busy with work and find things outside of your condo that made you happy, and thatâs what led you here tonight, at the local movie theater. Around this time every year, they play five showings for free as a thank-you for the community supporting the theater for the past ten years. Princess Mononoke is the movie of the night, and you are standing in line, waiting to buy your ticket. Itâs one of your favorite comfort movies in the world, and you never miss a chance to watch it, especially when you are feeling down.Â
The weather is cooler than what was forecasted, and the slight breeze makes you tug on your coat tightly. You and Hansol did this every year togetherâand it feels weird alone. Unnatural even. You remember having long discussions about the movies you saw and what made them great. You love seeing the twinkle in his eye when he talks about the type of camera lens that was used and what it took to get certain shots. In return, he would listen to you vividly as you rambled about the time and craft it took to create special effects or a certain mask. Those times made you feel connected with him in a way no one could understand, and it's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him.Â
You purchase your ticket and walk inside the old building, the smell of buttery popcorn attacking your senses as soon as you open the door. The interior has been the same since you have been coming here, with high lights in the ceilings, vintage movie posters, and the same plush crimson carpet that matches the drapes on the windows. It has character and it feels cozy, like you are a kid again.Â
You give the attendant your ticket and he rips the lower stub, pointing you in the direction of which theater room you need to go to. Your stomach rumbled with a slight ache, reminding you that you have not eaten since this morning. You were never really the breakfast type, as you normally just wake up and go about your day. You have a million things on your mind, and just for a little while, you want to shut it off. Princess Mononoke usually does that.Â
Your phone buzzes slightly in your jacket and you look at Hansolâs name on the screen, hesitant to answer. It wouldnât hurt to hear his voice for a little bit, right?
âHey, you,â you say, biting your lip.Â
âHey, turn around,â he replies, his voice sounding louder than it should.Â
Turning around slowly, you watch him walk through the doors, the sunlight trailing behind him like a halo. He sports an old college hoodie, faded jeans, and a smile, and in this moment, he almost takes your breath away.Â
âI would ask what you are doing here, but I know better than that,â you joke lightheartedly.Â
âYeah, you know Iâll never miss this,â Vernon says, looking around at the theater. âMan, this place still looks the same.âÂ
âI know,â you agree, fidgeting with the ticket in your hand. âHow did you know I was here?âÂ
âBecause I know you,â he shrug. âI tried calling you to see if you wanted to come tonight, but you never picked up. So I came here.âÂ
âYou called?â You give him a puzzled look. âI donât remember you caââ
You scroll through your notifications, seeing the three missed calls from him throughout the day. Even texted you but you didnât see it. You had your phone on do not disturb mode, and you didnât think to check any of your messages. Maybe you are just being childish.Â
âSee,â he nudges your shoulder playfully. âI told you.âÂ
âYeah, yeahâ you roll your eyes teasingly. âAre you watching Mononoke too?â
âYou know it,â he nods. âIâll grab the popcorn and nachos. Go find us a seat?â
You watch him make his way to the concession stand, butterflies swirling in your stomach as the familiar feeling of home swells in your chest. You head to the third room on the right, snagging seats in the middle row that give you a perfect viewing of the movie. The lights dim as you sit down, with the old previews from 1997 playing on the screen giving you a major flashback to the past. In this moment you feel good and content, despite wanting to come here alone and avoid Hansol at all costs. You wouldnât call yourself a fickle person, but you are glad your plans did change. Being around him feels just right.Â
The movie starts a few minutes later, and Hansol appears right as it starts, searching the rows until he finds you. His face softens and his lips curve into a smile, taking a seat next you and handing you a popcorn and a cherry coke.Â
âI havenât missed anything, have I?â
You shake your head softly, avoiding his gaze and the pitter-patter he gives your heart.Â
âNo, you made it just in time.â
Hansol had a good time with you.Â
It felt comfortable and familiar to be with you while he watched one of his favorite movies. He didnât actually know that you were going to be there; he just took a chance and hoped you would be there, and like fate, you were standing in the middle of the theater. There was no awkwardness, he didnât feel like he was walking on eggshells every time he had something on his mind. You just got him, and it felt like a breath of fresh air.Â
Itâs been a couple of weeks since then, and you have been hanging at the house more. Before he was lucky to catch you in the mornings when you left for work or you would come home late at night when he was already asleep. Even though things were getting back to normal, his thoughts of you continued to grow, and even though he wasn't sure of a lot of things, he knew one thing: he had missed you.Â
âEarth to Vernon, hello?â
Hansol snapped out of his thoughts, refocusing on Kelsey as he sat across from her at her house. She asked him to come over and talk, and after thinking it over, he agreed, setting up a time to talk when she came back in town. Kelsey looked beautiful, sporting a white halter top and blue jean shorts, her skin sun-kissed from the vacation she took to the Cayman Islands. Her raven-black hair fell past her shoulders, swaying slightly as she talked about her trip.Â
âWhere is your head at today?â Kelsey pouted, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. âI feel like you arenât listening to me.â
Hansol shook his head, shaking you out of his mind. âIâm listening. All I do is listen.âÂ
âNo, you donât,â Kelsey retorted. âYou didnât listen to me about the party or kick that girl out of your condoââ
âI already told you, thatâs not happening,â Vernon pushed back. â And that girl has a name. Why would I kick her out? It makes no sense.âÂ
âYou know why Vernon.âÂ
âNo, I donât. Youâre being unreasonable.âÂ
Kelsey rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in the air. âWe have been together almost three years and you havenât asked me to move in. I asked you plenty of times to think about our future and to limit your time with her. You refuse to do it. Why is that?â
âWhoa, thatâs bullshit!â Hansolâs anger rose through his chest. âYou have never said âletâs move in togetherâ or anything like that. If anything, all you have talked about lately is getting you into industry parties to build your brand. Also, I did start spending less time with her. What are you on about?â
âBecause I am supposed to be your best friend!â Kelsey shouted. âYou donât even do the same things with me that you do with her. I bet she leaps with joy every time we have a break.âÂ
âSheâs not like that,â Hansol said defensively. âSheâs always been there for me and encouraged me to work it out with you. To your other point, every time I ask you to do something with me, something I want to do for once, you say itâs childish and that I need to grow upâÂ
âBecause Vernon, who the hell still watches Star Wars?â Kelsey scoffs. âYou are not a nine-year-old boy. Youâre a grown man. Fucking act like it.âÂ
Hansol sighed, feeling drained and defeated. Star Wars meant a lot to him, as it was the main inspiration for why he wanted to get into cinematography and study film. Itâs how he bonded with his dad. She knew that and still decided to insult him about it every chance she got. He wasnât sure what the future looked like before he arrived, but the tension he felt in his chest and the ache in his heart made things a lot more clear. He still cared about Kelsey, more than he should, but itâs time to move on
âThis⊠isnât going to work,â Hansol rubbed his temple. âThe fact that you still call me Vernon, knowing how formal it makes me feel, says a lot. I donât know what happened to the girl I fell in love with, but clearly sheâs gone. Weâre done.âÂ
âYeah, right,â Kelsey said incredulously. âYou arenât leaving meââ
âYes, I am.â Hansol resolved. âThis relationship has been one-sided for a while now. Iâm sick of this.âÂ
Hansol got up from the table and handed her his copy of her apartment key. Kelsey looked bewildered, realizing that he was serious, and he wasnât coming back this time.Â
âSo thatâs it? You are just going to throw this all away? For her? Sheâs in love with you and you donât even see it. All the times you have let her disrespect me and put up with her crap. I bet this was her idea.â
âYou werenât exactly nice to her either,â Hansol retorted, his heart beating out his chest. âShe has been there for me when you werenât. She cares about what Iâm interested in. We like the same things. I donât have to wonder if she cares about me and my family loves her. Sheâs smart, kind, beautiful and I love heââ
He stopped himself before he completed his sentence, shook at what was about to come out of his mouth. He was still grappling with his feelings for you and what that meant, and he still couldnât put any words to what it all meant⊠until now.
âItâs not just about her,â Hansol said. âItâs everything with us, and the fact that you still donât get it, tells me everything I need to know. Take care, Kelsey.â
He left the apartment before she started her next tirade, with a storm brewing in the night sky. He hated the way she talked about you like you were insignificant. You didnât deserve the vitriol Kelsey spat every time you came up in conversation. You werenât the warmest person, but you always made him feel seen and were there for him no matter what. You got his humor and his late-night thoughts about the latest webtoon he just read. His thoughts of you biting your lip when youâre nervous or the quirky thing you do with your eyebrow when you tell a story; he loved it all. It took for this to happen to see what he had in front of him all this time. He missed you when you arenât around and it drove him crazy to see you on a date with that tech bro.Â
Realization hit him like a punch in the gut as he turned the ignition: heâs been in love with you this whole time. Now how the hell does he tell you that?
The harsh sound of thunder makes the hairs on your neck stand up, dropping your iPad on your lap. Itâs suddenly dark in your room, light from the partly cloudy day gone and replaced by storm clouds and flashing lightning. Your condo sits on the 10th floor, and the sound is much more elevated, sending chills down your spine. You hate being alone when it storms.Â
You heard Hansol leave earlier and you wanted to clear your head, and so you decided to work on some sketches for a project that is happening at work. You are creating a few masks for an upcoming horror movie, and you are throwing out a few ideas that may interest the producers. The only problem is that you never got around to actually work; instead you were drawing doodles around you and Hansolâs name like a teenager.Â
Every attempt you have made to distance yourself from him has become futile, and you decide to just accept the situation for what it was. Maybe one day you will work up the courage to tell him how you feel, but not being around him is agonizing, and you would rather have your best friend back than not have him at all. You canât help the way he makes you feel, and until something changes, youâre okay with where things are⊠for now.Â
Another crackling sound of thunder makes you yelp, knocking your iPad on the floor and cracking the corner of the screen.Â
âShit,â you mumble, looking at the damage.Â
Your nerves are shot, and you decide to make some tea to calm yourself while the storm rages outside. You place your iPad safely on the bed and slip out of your room, heading to the kitchen as the wind picks up and hurls rain against the windows. It amazes you how the day can go from sunny and hopeful to dark and tragic within a few minutes. Mother nature must be on one today, you think to yourself.Â
The alarm door beeps and Hansol walks in, completely unscathed by the storm. He slides off his black beanie that covers his short brown hair and lets out a sigh of relief as he locks the door behind him. His eyes met yours, and a small smile spread across your face.Â
âYou made it just in time,â you say, pouring water into your teapot. âItâs about to get ugly out there.âÂ
âYeah.â he nods, his gaze fixed on the darkened windows.Â
You could tell something is bothering him, as you watch him take off his shoes and put up his jacket, but you donât know what to say. Things have been so good between you two, yet the last time he opened up, he shared something you werenât ready to hear. Despite everything, your concern for him remains strong, and you canât help but ask, âAre you okay?â
âI think so,â Hansol replies, lost in thought. âKelsey and I are done for good.âÂ
âOh?â you exclaim. âWhatâs changed?â
Vernon sits on the couch and you follow him, sitting cross-legged and across from him as he shares his feelings. âI went over there to talk to her, and I just realized that she just used me. She didnât care about me or what I liked. It was always about her and what he wanted⊠plus she said some ridiculous things about you.â
âDid she now?â You quirk an eyebrow in curiosity. âWhat did she have to say about me?â
You arenât surprised that she probably said some rude things about you. Itâs not like you were her biggest fan either and you didnât hide it. Kelsey wouldnât ever say it to your face though, and that always made you chuckle.Â
âShe said you were in love with me and that you were happy every time we broke up.âÂ
The words donât register right away. You canât have heard him say what you think he said. âShe said what now?â
âShe said that you were in love with me,â his words tumbling out like a confession.
Your heart starts racing, the feelings of disbelief and anger stirring in your chest. That wasnât her secret to share. âI.. canât believe she said that.âÂ
âNeither can I,â Hansol sighs, running his fingers through his hair. âItâs not like you have feelings for me, and wouldnât tell me⊠right?â
Your breath catches, a deep ache forming in the pit of your stomach. This is something you longed for and dreaded for a long time. You could deny it and keep things the way they are, or finally tell him how you feel and change your dynamic forever.Â
âHansol, Iââ
âAre you in love with me?â He interrupts, his gaze intense. âI need to know if this is real.â
âWhat do you mean? And why does it matter?â You say bitterly. â You are in love with Kelsey and will just go back to her. You always do.âÂ
âWhat if I donât?âÂ
Your heart is pounding, and you take a deep breath, trying to make sense of everything. âWhat do you mean if you donât?â
âI told you, I am done with her,â Hansol reiterates. âThese past few weeks without her opened my eyes to a lot of things, and while I have been thinking about her less, youâve been on my mind more.â
âWhat are you saying, Hansol?â
âI donât want to be with her. I want to be with you.â
The air is thick with uncertainty as his words echo in your head. You should be happy, relieved even that he wants to be with you. But in the midst of that, you are scared. What if it doesnât work? What if he regrets all of this in the morning and decides to take it all back? You couldnât handle that.Â
âI⊠Kelsey wasnât far off,â you admit, biting your lip. âI wasnât necessarily happy when you were sad about her, but I have always felt like you deserved better.â You pause to gather your thoughts. âI am in love with you, Hansol. I tried to put my feelings away and move on, date, or whatever. But every time Iâm near you, it just hurts.â
Hansol pulls you into a warm hug, and you fully embrace his scent and the comfort you feel. Youâve imagined times like this when he would hold you in his arms and caress your face. You craved it even, wishing you could hear his heartbeat and feel him in ways you havenât. But this feels too good to be true, and in the back of your mind, you wonder if this is real, or another dream.Â
âAre you sure you want to be with me?â you speak up. âYou just broke up with her and I donât want to be some rebound youâll regret laterââ
He kisses you. His soft lips press against yours earnestly, and you melt against him, losing the remaining inhibition you had in you. He leans you back against the couch; his kisses becoming deeper, igniting a fire in you that you thought would stay dormant forever.Â
âDoes that feel like Iâm unsure about what I want?â He breathes heavily.Â
âI donât know,â a smile creeps on your lips, a mix of joy and relief flooding through your veins. âI think I might need another one just to be sure.â
He kisses you again and you return his vigor, your fingers entangled in his hair as you savor the moment. His hands glide down to your waist, touching the hem of your shorts that you hope heâll tear away. You pause, nodding that itâs okay, watching him slowly slide your shorts down your legs.Â
âNo panties?â His need is evident, almost salivating at the mouth.Â
Your face heats up as you briefly become shy. âItâs laundry day,â you mumble.Â
You gaze at each other before erupting into laughter, any remaining tension that was there gone immediately. This is how it always is with him, easy and light. He doesnât have second or third questions, he just immediately understands. You couldnât have fallen in love with a better person.Â
âI-I love you, Hansol,â you managed to say. âYou donât have to say it back yet, I know we have to figure this out. But just know, I love you.âÂ
Hansol leans in for another kiss; this time itâs sweeter, tender, with enough meaning to know what it meant, âDonât worry, I love you too.âÂ
And with that, he stands up, taking your hand and leading you to his room. Kicking the door shut, you tear off each other's clothes, excitement and lust pouring through you as you lay on his bed, watching him climb over you. His body presses against yours, your arms wrap around his neck and back, your need for him growing stronger as he leaves kisses on your neck. âI need you so bad.âÂ
Hansol groans as his hands grab your breasts, mesmerized by your hardened mounds. He sucks on each other carefully, his eyes closed as if he is savoring the taste. He worships your body, his tongue trailing down your stomach until he reaches your core, spreading your legs apart. Youâve played so many scenarios on what your first time with him would be like, and what kind of lover he would be. This is better than youâve imagined.Â
âYouâre so wet⊠for me?â he says in disbelief. âI get you like this?â
You bite your lip, nodding slowly as you anticipate his next move. He slips a digit inside of you, watching you squirm as he fingers you slowly.Â
âOh god,â you praise him as he adds another one. âJust like that, please.âÂ
Hansol leans down and lashes his tongue against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. The sheets bunch in your fists, your knuckles stretching out as his relentless mouth laps up your essence, savoring every drop. He explores every inch of your softness, removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. His hands stroke his cock which is leaking with precum. You are ascending to a high that you never want to come down from.Â
âH-Hansol,â your voice is grained with need. âIâm so close.â
He moans in response, his breath hot against your skin, and the sound vibrates through you, intensifying the coil of tension within. Your orgasm crashes over you, a tidal wave of bliss completely taking over you, whimpering his name as your legs tremble around him. White starts clouding your vision and you feel like you are on air, floating away into paradise. You feel him groan against your thigh, and you look down slightly, his cock dripping with his load as it coats his hand. You collapse on his pillow, trying to catch your breath, slowly coming down from cloud nine. You hear him leave and come back a few moments later, wiping you down with a warm rag.Â
âAww, thatâs sweet of you,â you tease him, closing your legs slightly.Â
âIâm sorry for that being short,â he says, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. âI usually can last longer than that, you know⊠I donât know what happened.â
You prop yourself up, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. âIt was perfect. Donât apologize.â
You pull him into a hug, softly kissing his cheek and motioning for him to lay down with you. He climbs over you and hugs you from behind, cradling you so close you can feel his heartbeat. The sunlight peeks through the window, a sign that the storm finally passed. Happiness canât even describe the word you are feeling right now.
âFuck. R-right there.â
Hansol wanted to make up for last nightâs performance, so he woke you up with kisses to your face, your neck, the curves on your body and most importantly, in between your legs. The way you grabbed his hair went his tongue went deeper, or the way you begged for him to fuck you. He was addicted to all of it. It was like he was making love for the first time.
âPlease Hansol, I need you.â
He quickly slipped on a condom and slowly entered you, watching the way your lips parted as he inched in a little more.
âAre you okay? I am not hurting you, am I?â
You shook your head slowly as you held onto his arms, looking into his eyes with a reassuring smile.
âItâs okay,â you bit your lip. âI can take it.â
He almost came right then and there, hearing you talk like that. Feeling safe with him. He never experienced that with Kelsey, the feeling of being wanted, and truly loved.
He moved slowly, wanting to make sure you could handle it, and he was mesmerized by the way you looked when you were being pleasured. You goaded him for more, and he did that, stroking deeper while your nails dug into his back. You were tight, warm and welcoming like you were made for him. He loved the way your breasts bounced when he thrust harder and the blunt curses that left your lips when he lifted your legs.Â
If Hansol could, he would fuck you all day and night to make up for the past time wasted. He wanted to show you how much you meant to him, and he wasn't the best with words, so this would do⊠for now
âIâm gonna cumââ
His mouth covered yours as your legs shuddered underneath him, your orgasm ripping through you like a hurricane. Your body glistened with sweat, your eyes wet from tears from being fucked out and he couldn't hold back anymore, his thrusts becoming erratic as he emptied himself into the condom.
Hansol thought he was in love before, and maybe it was because it was you, but he hadn't felt this alive in a long time. You were precious to him, and all he wanted to do was lay with you and watch movies all day, talk about mundane thingsâŠit didn't matter as long as he was with you.
âI⊠have a confession to make,â you said breathlessly.
âYeah?â
âI always wondered⊠what it would be like. With you.â
He watched you bury yourself in his sheets, feeling shy about your confession. Hansol chuckled, slowly pulling out of you and riding himself of the condom.Â
âSo, did I live up to your expectations?â He asked tentatively.
You gently pull down the covers, smiling at him softly. âThis is better than anything I couldâve imagined.â
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Little dove

â âș pairing: Jake x afab!reader
â âș genre: soulmate!au, sweet asf fluff and the tiniest bit of angst
â âș wordcount: 3.2k
â âș note: this can be read as a standalone but also as a part of my enhypen soulmate series. let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list
â âș Jake â âș Jungwon â âș Jay â âș Sunoo â âș Heeseung â âș Niki â âș Sunghoon â âș

When Jake woke up at his 13th birthday, he frantically searched his whole body for any type of physical mark. It was generally known that it was a little easier to find your other half when your mark literally could count down the seconds until you met them.
And right there on the inside of his bicep it said âbite your lip one more timeâ in fine red letters. He had wondered just why his soulmate would want him to bite his lip, because in the eyes of a child that caused pain and nothing else.
His family had celebrated, and he had been nothing short of excited and hopeful that he would get to meet you sooner rather than later. But as most people he would have to wait.
When he traveled to Korea to live his dream, he hoped that it would bring him closer to you. And when the dream took him to a tv-program he hoped with every bone in his body that youâd be watching and cheering him on.
The tattoo, he made sure stayed hidden, he had no interest in people who werenât you, saying those words to him.
When he and the guys had debuted, they shared their marks with one another, there was no reason not to, and he felt lucky that he didnât have to hurt like Heeseung, somewhat jealous that Jay had known his soulmate since he got the mark. And despite him feeling bad for his platonic soulmate, he couldnât help but be thankful that he wasnât markless like Sunghoon
Engene loved theorizing when it came to them and their marks. There was no doubt in the fandom that Jake had a physical mark, also no doubt that it had to be somewhere on his arm. He had a habit of almost always grabbing on to his bicep whenever he was nervous.
They could however not agree on which mark it was, but he enjoyed seeing peopleâs theories on social media. He felt grateful that most of the fandom was so acceptable of it, not all groups were that lucky.
One afternoon he threw himself onto Nikiâs bed once again scrolling on weverse to see what their sweet fans were up to.
âDude seriously? With your outside clothes and everything?â The young man said as he looked at his hyung with judgement in his eyes.
He only rolled his eyes. âDo you think theyâve ever posted on weverse?â
Niki shrugged. âNo idea, if Iâm being honest I try not to think about it too much. In the end mine is definitely not close byâ
âI hope mine is closeâ Jake said with a far away look in his eyes.
âWouldnât that be korean if that was the case?â Niki said as he pointed to the red words.
Jake looked at his arm and sighed. âFuck, I didnât think of thatâ
Niki laughed. âObviously. But donât worry too much okay? Youâll find them when itâs timeâ
âHowâs the string?â Jake asked as a diversion.
Niki looked down at his left pinkie, where a red string was neatly tied with a little bow. He followed it out and through the window of the room. Where itâs stretched all the way to the horizon.
âStill tight as ever, wherever they are, theyâre in no hurry to get closerâ He shrugged. Niki had always had a very casual way of seeing the world, and once in a while Jake needed to be reminded to take it easy.
He was right after all, the Universe had given them a soulmate for a reason, and would pull you together when it deemed fit. But sometimes that could be a little hard to accept.
It wasnât that he didnât trust that, it was more so that he was impatient, he wanted to get to know you, sooner rather than later.

As they traveled for their tours he frantically searched every face in every crowd hoping someone would draw his attention, that he would feel that pull and calmness people so often described.
In a new city, he found himself in a Prada store, looking at a new collection, as they all were picking things out.
âWhat do you think?â Jay said as he held up a bag.
âPretty sure thatâs a womanâs bagâ Jake said with a chuckle.
As the fashionista Jay was, he only sighed. âFirst of all fashion is gender less, plus itâs not for me⊠itâs for her. I think sheâll like itâ
Jake shook his head with a smile, as he tried to avoid that sting of jealousy he always felt whenever Jay talked about his other half. He knew it was most likely harder than he ever admitted. To know her, but to not have her would be torture in and of itself.
âDo you have this with gold hardware instead of silver?â Jay asked one of the sales assistants.
âWe should have one in the back, give me a second and Iâll see if I can find itâ
That. Voice.
It stopped Jake's entire world as he quickly turned towards you. And as he saw your eyes and that sweet and polite smile, it was as if the world stopped spinning, and everyone around him disappeared. For a second there was only you.
You went to the back to go and fetch the bag Jay had asked for, and for a second he almost followed you behind the counter.
He stood there as a puppy waiting for its owner, eyes locked on the door you had disappeared through. His fingers drummed on the glass as his heart beat frantically.
âJake?â Sunghoon said as he tried to get his friends' attention. When he didnât answer, he laid a hand on his shoulder, but his eyes never left that door.
âNot nowâ he whispered, and it almost sounded like he was in pain, and then you walked back through the door with the dust bag and set it almost right before him.
His breath hitched when you finally looked at him. He saw how your eyes widened, how your mouth fell open in almost chock. And for a second he thought: my first words canât just be hey.
Instead he bit his lip nervously, he had always done it. Maybe it was because of the words you were to one day say to him, maybe it was just who he was. Your eyes fell to his mouth, and he saw the subtle twitch of the corner of your mouth.
âBite your lip one more timeâŠâ you almost whispered the words, and as if you just realized what you said your hands flew up to cover your own mouth.
A gasp filled the room from both the guys, but also their bodyguards, and the whole room stilled.
âGod Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean to say that out loudâ
Jake just smiled like a maniac, as he felt the tears prick in his eyes. âIâve been looking for you everywhereâ he said as he opened his arms for you to meet him if you wanted.
You threw yourself over the counter, not caring for the bag you had just put down, not caring for what your manager in the corner might think, not even caring for the horde of people with cameras outside the large boutique windows.
At that moment he had never felt happier. He chuckled as he pulled you as close to him as humanly possible, and the two of you stood like that until your heartbeats had calmed.
He didnât want to let you go, so as he sat back down his hand reached out for yours and he smiled wider than he ever had when you took it and gave it a squeeze.
âYouâre beautifulâ he whispered and he saw you turn red almost instantly, he hoped his words would always have that effect on you.
âAnd youâre a romantic arenât you?â You asked and he answered with a shrug.
You looked towards your manager who just gave you a smile and a little nod. As to say; âI understand, just goâ
Jake held out his arm, and you quickly went around the counter to grab on to him. He pulled you close as the guards made sure to escort you out of the store safe and sound.
In the store behind the two of you stood Sunghoon with the biggest smile as he looked after the two of you. Sunoo was laughing in a corner as he kept repeating: did that just happen?
Jungwon smiled and said: âFinally, he was getting unbearableâ

âSo this is where Iâm stayingâ Jake said as he opened the door to his hotel room. The two of you had decided it might be best for you to go there, there was no reason for you to dox yourself.
You looked around the room, but your eyes kept finding him, and every time they did his smile got wider, if that was even possible.
âC-can I see it?â you asked as you took a step closer to him. He nodded and got rid of his jacket before pulling up his sleeve, revealing the now golden words etched into his skin.
You laughed as you let your hand trace the words. Jake shuddered beneath your touch. âOh Iâm sorry, is it too much?â You stepped back to give him space, but he quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to him.
âItâs nice, Iâve been wanting this, waiting for this for so long. My hitching breath and shuddering is in nothing if not from happiness and excitement for having finally found youâ
The heat once again flushed to your cheeks, and he, that cheeky bastard, he bit his lips once again. You placed your hands on your face.
âI had an idea you might be a hopeless romanticâ You said turning away from his gaze.
He laughed. âWhy?â
âWhen you have âIâve been looking for you everywhereâ etched into your skin from the ripe age of 13, you cant help but hopeâ
He felt how your words fucked on his heartstrings. âTell me everythingâ
So you did; you told him how excited you were when you saw the words. How lucky your mother had told you that you would end up being because of the sweet nature of them. How your friends had fawned and been jealous.
âI know itâs not a given, and I know not all soulmates are made to be more than just platonic, but I would love to give thisâ you said, gesturing between the two of you. âUs a real shotâ
Your cheeks were blazing hot, but you wanted to say them. In case he felt differently, youâd rather be disappointed sooner rather than later.
His hand snaked up and rested on the back of your neck, firm enough to make sure you knew he wanted you close, but still loose enough for you to get away from him if that was what you wanted.
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours. âI want nothing moreâ as if he had done it always he rubbed his nose against yours, the gesture so soft and subtle it stole a whimper from your throat.
In that very instant his eyes shot open, pupils dilated, the love he had always felt for you on full display.
âCan I kiss you?â He whisperd. His lips so close to yours he almost did by saying your words.
Instead of answering him, you closed the small gap between the two of you. His other arm snaked around your waist as yours traced his shirt, up his stomache, over his shoulders and around his neck.
You pulled him as close to you as physically possible. And he smiled agains your lips at the way you responded to him.
A knock on the door pulled you from losing your minds, hearts and souls to one another.
âYo, love birds⊠wanna grab some lunch? Get to know one another?â Heeseung said on the other side.
The two of you looked at each other and laughed. Jake only raises a brow, and you nodded as a response. You couldnât wait to get to know him and those closest to him.
Once again he stretched out his arm for you to grab on to and you did without a doubt.
âLetâs go little doveâ he said with a wink.

âWait so Iâm the first?â You said with a shocked expression.
Jake had his arm around your shoulder, it felt like his heart would physically break if he were to not touch you when you were so near.
âYeah, hopefully the rest will come soonâŠâ Jay said with a far away gaze in his eyes.
âYou miss her?â You asked him.
âEvery waking minute of every dayâ he answered with a small smile.
Nothing short of pure torture. You thought to yourself and leaned into Jakeâs embrace. He kissed the top of your head instinctively.
âGod the two of you is gonna be unbearable, arenât you?â Niki said with a groan as he took another spoon full of the broth standing in front of him.
âEspecially when we leave in two daysâ Jungwon said, trying not to sound to harsh.
The eyes you looked at him with broke his heart. He would have to leave you behind, go on on the tour. He would be in contact sure, but this would end up breaking him and in extension you.
It was common knowledge that the first few weeks, if not months were the hardest to be without your soulmate. It was as if your souls needed one another, after being separated for so long.
âThe tour isnât donât yet, but Iâll be back as soon as possible. Okay? I promiseâ Jake said as he pulled you into another close embrace.
Jungwon stole the attention by spitting out his noodles. âWhy would she think now is the perfect time for chocolate pudding. I swear itâs her hobby to ruin my mealsâ he pushed away the bowl, as the guys laughed.
You were thankful for the change in subject, but you couldnât help but wonder just why the universe would set you up with someone whose job was to travel the world and leave you behind.
âHeyâ Sunghoon said, âwhy dont you just ask if you can bring her along?â
Jake remained quiet as he thought it all through. It was not impossible, he knew that it was impossible to tear some soulmates apart, and Hybe had to accommodate that, but still⊠you had a life, a job and friends and family. He would hate to pull you from it all.
âLetâs talk about it when weâre alone, how does that sound?â You asked him with a little squeeze of his thigh. The mere sound of your voice calmed something inside of him, and his worried eyed softened.
âAs Niki said, unbearableâ Heeseung said right before he was snacked in the back of the neck by Sunoo.
âAs if youâre gonna be any better than themâ
He only shrugged.

âI don't wanna assume you have the possibility of just leavingâ Jake said as he fiddled with his fingers. He did want you to come along. He wanted to sleep with you in his arms and wake up to your kisses.
âI donât think that I do, sure I have a few weeks of vacation left, but itâs just so short noticeâ you said with a sad smile.
He nodded, âI know⊠what if I called Prada, or maybe if one of my bosses did?â
You smiled as you stood between his legs as he was sitting on the bed, you pulled lovingly on his long hair as he looked up at you with pleading puppy eyes. God he was beautiful.
Instead of answering you kissed his lips slowly, and his arms pulled you closer. âAs much as I would love that, that wouldnât be fair. Come back to me when youâre done, in the meantime we will just have to figure something out, okay?â
And figure something out you did. Every time you had the chance you were FaceTiming, you fell asleep talking about your childhood, and while he was training you caught up on the hours worth of content.
Hybe had been kind enough to leave you with a bodyguard of your own, but so far you hadnât needed it. It had, however, calmed Jakeâs mind a lot to know you were taken care of.
âWhen I canât do it, I need someone else to, okay little dove?â That had been hard to argue with.
He had been gone for a few weeks now and it felt as if your heart had been ripped from your chest, as if you were no longer whole.
You hated every second of it, you hated your stubbornness. Why wouldnât you take him up on the offer of just going with him? Integrity⊠fucking pathetic. You thought to yourself as you got the store ready before it opened.
You heard the door open, and as you turned to tell the early customer you werenât open yet you froze.
âSunghoonâ you said before giving him a bow, you had spent the weeks reading up on Korean etiquette and culture.
He bowed back before he held out an arm just as Jake did. âCome, heâs unbearable and none of us can take it any longer⊠he needs youâ he sent you a smile that never really reached his eyes.
Instead of bolting out the door you found yourself hesitating. You had a life and a job you had worked so hard for. Sunghoon rolled his eyes as he laughed. âDonât worry about it, weâve taken care of itâ
And for once you chose not to second guess it, and grabbed his arm.

You knocked on the door to the room, despite what the two of you did most days, you had ignored his calls all day. Jungwon had warned you, he had been sulking and sad and as good as impossible to get to do anything. Even eat.
âGo away!â You heard his voice groan from the other side. You knocked again.
âHee, Iâve told you all day Iâm just not in the⊠moodâ he swung the door open without even checking who was on the other side.
In your hand you had a bag of food, he would need something before the concert tonight.
âSurprise?â You said with a unsure smile, cause he only stared at you.
âYouâre here?â He said as his voice cracked.
You nodded. âIâm hereâ
And as he heard your voice once again he broke down in the door to his room, you quickly gave the food to one of the managers in the hall as you joined him where he had collapsed.
He snaked his arms around you as he sobbed into your shoulder. And as painful as it was to see him like this you had also never felt more like yourself now that he was near.
He looked at you as he stroked your cheek. âYou canât leave me again, okay?â He said as he both laughed and sobbed at the same time.
You smiled at his words, as a single tear escaped your eye. He kissed it away as quickly as it had fallen. âI won't,â you whispered.
The two of you heard a groan further down the hall and saw Niki there. âFucking unbearble love birdsâ he swore under his breath.
âLanguage young man!â You both yelled in unison, and a laugh quickly followed.
Neither of you minded being unbearable love birds, as long as you werenât apart.

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could use a push |carmen berzatto x reader|



prompt: sometimes carmen needs persuasion to finish his tasks. sometimes you have to persuade him.
part of the carmen x social media manager au. the two other works follow me and fall into me can be found here <3
contains: smut. slight voyeurism-ish?? oral male receiving. super sweet and smutty. social media manager!reader. carmen hates doing tasks lol.
âCarmen,â Sydney turned, carrying a large tray of vegetables that needed to be prepped, expertly dodging the other chefs working on the line. Carmen gave a huff of a grunt, not bothering to look up from his own prep, too in the zone.Â
âChef,â Sydney huffed, firmer this time, catching his attention when the tray smacked on the counter next to him. âSomeoneâs in the office for you.âÂ
âMe?â Carmen blinked, brows pulling in a deep frown. âNo, not fâme-âÂ
â-Yes, for you, Chef-âÂ
â-No, thatâs Richieâs job. Cousin,â Carmen leaned back, shouting towards the swinging doors.Â
âCarmen, will you- thereâs someone in the office for you. Ok? Theyâre here for you, not Richie.â Sydney muttered, shaking her head in annoyance.Â
Carmen paused, looking at Sydney. âWhatâre you doinâ?â He asked.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âNo, whatâre you doinâ?â Carmen repeated, eyes narrowed at her skeptically. âNo-No one should be in my office. Iâm not doinâ the interviews for bussers, thatâs Richie, so whoâs in the office? Hm? Whatâs goinâ on?âÂ
âNothingâs goinâ on, jeez.â Sydney rolled her eyes. âThere is someone in the office for you.âÂ
âYeah? Is it-itâs Fak? Is he fuckinâ with me? Gonna walk in there and what? Gonna spray some shit on me like weâre fuckinâ fourteen-âÂ
â-What? No.â Sydney frowned. âI donât- Look, I was told not to tell you whoâs in there because itâs a surprise, ok? Itâs not bad. Just- Can you go in there? I donât know why they asked me to do this, but Iâm clearly not good at the whole surprise thing, so just do me a favor and go see for yourself.âÂ
Carmen huffed, wiping his hands on the clean towel next to him, craning to see his office from his spot. He looked at Sydney with a deadpan expression. âIf I get sprayed with some shit, Chef.âÂ
Sydney rolled her eyes in annoyance, turning to pass the prep to the chef beside her. Carmen looked carefully to see if anyone around him was lurking, hiding in the shadows to watch him get ambushed so they could have a laugh. He felt like he was twelve again, Richie and Mikey always fucking with him so heâd get red faced and embarrassed just so they could laugh at him.Â
Twisting the knob to the office, Carmen let the door fall open before he stepped towards it. Thankfully, there were no signs of shit falling from the ceiling, nobody hiding in the shadows. Instead, sitting in his office chair was a much more pleasant surprise- you.Â
âHey,â Carmenâs face lit up, lips curling in a greeting. âWhat- I didnât know you were cominâ today.âÂ
âI decided to surprise you.â You smiled back. âAmbush you, really.âÂ
âAmbush?â Carmen snorted lightly, shutting the door behind him. âWhatâre you ambushinâ me for?âÂ
You stood, letting your arms wrap around his waist in greeting, lips brushing his before he took your mouth in his fully, kissing you sweetly just like he had this morning. âMm,â You sighed, pulling back quicker than Carmen would have liked.Â
âI came to ambush you for content.â You batted your eyes sweetly at him, feeling his shoulders fall under your touch. âBecause you were supposed to let me shoot the new menu items this week and you still havenât.â
âBaby,â Carmen huffed, pulling a hand away from the small of your back to rub over his forehead. âI-I donât- Why do I have to be in them?âÂ
âBecause people want to see you, Carm.â You glared at him lightly. âThey see Marcus and Tina and Sydney all the time, and they want to see you too. Youâre the head chef.âÂ
âYeah, but-but why? Itâs so fuckinâ stupid.â Carmen grumbled, huffy already, the start of a bickering fight youâd had a million times before. To say Carmen was camera shy was an understatement.Â
âWhy is it stupid?â You put your hands on your hips. âPeople want to feel connected. They want an inside look. They want to feel like they know you and theyâre a part of something. Thatâs what gets people to come.â It was the same argument, every time. Carmen knew it, he understood it, he just⊠Well, he didnât like it.Â
âIâll prompt you on everything to say,â You grabbed at him, trying to coo at him, coax him into finally letting him do your job. It was easier before the two of you were dating, before he was comfortable, when heâd suck it up in the name of professionalism.Â
âAll you have to do is cook me a dish, and answer my questions, and thatâs it! Itâll be done in no time, and you can pick whichever one you want from the summer menu.â You ran a hand soothingly down his arm, over his toned bicep, trying not to drool at the definition.Â
You could feel Carmen swaying already, turning into your touch, teetering on relenting. âDoes it have to be a video?â Carmen grumbled, looking at you with pleading eyes. ââM already behind and I-I need to do some prep, and-âÂ
â-Donât lie to me.â You frown at him. âI asked Sydney before and she said you were all caught up for the day. Ahead, actually.â You lifted a brow in challenge.Â
Carmen huffed, turning to look over his shoulder, cursing Sydney in his head. âI know your games, Berzatto.â You poked his tummy lightly, trying to lighten his mood with playfulness. The last thing you needed was him to be so sulky during the filming, ruining the content. âKnow all your tricks, so donât even try them.âÂ
Carmen let out a half huff, lips pursing in a tight line in defeat. He was so pouty, petulant, really, but you decided against teasing him about it.Â
âOne video?â Your hand slid up his chest, cupping his cheek gently, pulling his eyes back to yours, heart fluttering when his gaze was on you. âOne video and⊠and Iâll make it up to you.âÂ
Carmenâs heart stuttered, leaping with excitement he tried to swallow down. âYeah? Make it up to me how?â He muttered, voice dropping low to a near gravel.Â
Your lips twitched, pulling at the corners of your mouth in a wicked, triumphant smile. âIf you do the video for me today,â You purred, slowly pulling away, slinking towards the door. âIâll owe you something later. Whatever you want.â Your lashes batted in suggestive playfulness. Â
Carmenâs palms itched with excitement, swallowing around the growing lump in his throat. âYeah?â He tried to keep his voice steady, keep it from cracking to show his eagerness. âW-Whatâd you have in mind?âÂ
You shrugged sweetly, clicking the lock on the door. âOh, thatâll be up to you, Chef.â You grinned, Carmenâs posture going rigid with thrill.Â
âBut if you promise after this youâll do my video,â You stepped towards him, toe to toe with each other, though neither touched the other. âIâll give you a little taste of what I had in mind for later.â Â
Carmen swallowed, nodding furiously. Heâd blame the blood rushing from his brain to his cock as the reason he agreed so easily, the reason he was persuaded without much fight. You lifted your brows in an amused question.Â
âYeah? Youâll do it for me?â You tilted your head to the side gently.Â
Carmen nodded, a flush creeping up his neck. âYes, fuck, yeah. I-Iâll do it.âÂ
You grinned, sliding your hands down his arms, towards his torso. âThank you, baby.â You hummed sweetly. âYou want me to give you a little sneak peek of what I had in mind for tonight? A little thank you for now?âÂ
Carmen bobbed his head furiously, swallowing a shudder when your hands slid over his lower belly, slowly towards his waistband. âYou want me to give you a little taste then?â You whispered, a purr in your tone that had Carmen throbbing, aching behind the zipper of his jeans.Â
âPlease,â Carmen croaked, jaw tight trying desperately to stay quiet.Â
You grinned triumphantly, hand sliding and cupping over his bulge, palming him through his jeans. âAlright, since you asked so nicely.â You batted your lashes at him, holding his gaze as you sank to your knees in front of him. âIâll give you a taste.âÂ
Carmenâs head tipped back in pleasure, swallowing a breathy moan that threatened to escape, eyes darting around the small space of his office. The door was locked, the blinds shut, but still he had a nagging fear that Richie or Sweeps or someone would bust through the door, catching the two of you in the act. His veins pricked with tingling excitement at the thought, heartbeat thudding in his ears when he looked down at you through his lashes, watching you pull him from his boxers, pumping his length.Â
âMm,â You moaned quietly, soft lips pressing even softer, feather-like kisses up his shaft.Â
âDo-Donât tease me, baby.â Carmen whispered, voice tight in a groan. You looked up at him innocently, eyes rounded sweetly. âPlease.â Carmen added.Â
âI wonât.â Your breath ghosted over his cock, leaving him shivering at the sensation. The pad of your thumb swiping over his already leaking head, spreading his release around. âIâll make it quick. Just relax, Carm. Iâve got you.âÂ
Carmen slid a hand over his mouth, muffling a moan when you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, tongue swirling around the head. His teeth sank into his knuckles, head tipping back towards the ceiling at the sensation.Â
âOh, fuck, fuck, fu-uck.â Carmen muttered, your free hand pumping his length, slowly taking his tip past your warm lips. Your eyes stayed on him the entire time, rounded and eager to please, eager to watch him be pleased.Â
Carmenâs free hand moved to the top of your head, cradling it gently as you sucked him off, cupping his balls and massaging them. Youâd always been so good at this. Heâd told you that from the beginning, heart nearly exploding when youâd smiled sheepishly and asked him, âreally?â in the sweetest voice heâd ever heard.Â
From then on, Carmen had never failed to sing your praises- in anything you did, but especially when you gave him head. Now, he fought back the urge to groan loudly, to look down at you and say filthy, sweet things that would have you squirming, thighs rubbing together. Anywhere else but here, he would have, but he couldnât risk the others hearing.Â
Instead, he moved his hand to cup your cheek, hollowed and full with his length, thumb brushing over your cheek bone sweetly. âYouâre makinâ me feel so fuckinâ good, baby. S-So fuckinâ good.â Carmen rasped, clenching his hips to keep them from bucking when you moaned around his lengths, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core. He was close, you both knew it.Â
You pressed the pad of your thumb gently down the seam of his balls, hitting a sweet spot Carmen didnât even know existed until he met you, a breathy whine of a moan catching in his throat.Â
ââM close, baby. âM- Like really fuckinâ close.â Carmen whispered, brain beginning to fog, ears starting to buzz with a dull ringing that always came with his orgasms.Â
You picked up speed, head bobbing at a fast rate, up and down his length, swallowing him further and further, gagging when you took him a little too far. You always looked at him with embarrassment, a little sheepish when youâd do that, like he didnât beg for you to do it again, like he didnât bust every time you did.Â
âShit, shit, shit, âM-â Carmenâs mouth fell open dumbly, eyes blowing and glazing with ecstasy, a strangled gasp and moan filling the room as he came, spilling his load down your throat. You kept pumping him through it, milking his length onto your tongue, hot release onto your taste buds while his body shook with pleasure.Â
Carmenâs shoulders heaved, rounding with exhausted pleasure as he slowly came down off his high. You waited until he looked back at you, eyes meeting yours to swallow. Carmen nearly fainted right then and there at the sight.Â
Thirty minutes later, you were set up with your camera, the two of you giggly and sweet in your own corner of the kitchen, while Carmen eagerly filmed your video. Even feeding you a bite when he was finished with the dish, beaming at your praise.Â
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