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^^shamelessly stole this image from another reblog because I wanted it on this version of the post
Except I would amend it to say that the entire concept of "gender" itself (whatever the term is even supposed to mean) (+ astrology) is to gen z as harry potter houses and, idk, buzzfeed quizzes, are to millennials.
Also, this (at least the money example in the first post and other things people are bringing up in the replies) seems to me like just another manifestation of the internet's ''avoidance of responsibility culture'', where people either victimize, or in this case, infantilize, themselves so that they don't have to take accountability for their own failings.
Except now they're inadvertently projecting it onto and infantilizing all women generally to even avoid having to accept that they're the ones responsible for infantilizing themselves -- wow, layers.
And yes, I know that these are all just jokes, but they are, by definition, sexist ones -- something this site once used to screech about, not join in on. (Not saying we should go back to the former, but... there's a happy medium here.)
All this to say: if you, personally, can't do math or be an adult or you have a shopping addiction, accept those things as you problems. Don't try to drag the rest of us all down with you. It's insulting and makes us all look bad.
saw someone refer to not knowing how to keep track of your money as "girl math" ......why are we in this weird era of treating women like idiots but repackaging it to sound cute and quirky. We All Need To Stop
#(I know we all think the 'Not Like Other Girls' girls were cringe but like... there's a reason they existed)#As a girl who always enjoyed and was good at math; it's really alienating and enraging to see posts from other girls#acting like them not being able to do math is just the natural state of all women generally or whatever#like this is yet another one of those topics that some people on this site and others have so clearly gone backwards on#but still seem to think they're the ones being progressive about#like the same people who you think would have been saying (and probably still even do say) things like 'abolish gender roles'#are now the ones upholding and enforcing them as if they're something real and actually have bearing on one's identity#but whatever#btw I really feel like I'll look like a hypocrite for being about to reblog another post in a little while that's like:#''be nice to me I'm just a teenage girl that's legally been an adult for years''#but I'm still gonna do it -- it's more of an age joke than a gender joke anyway#it's more about not comprehending the passage of time#my contributions#anti tumblr
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Party time || ln4
â summary: y/n throws a end of season party party and the grid find out ln and y/n have been keeping a little secret
â pairing: lando norris x leclerc!reader x platonic!grid
â fc & warnings: slightly suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume
â requested: nope! this has been in my drafts for months
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arthur_leclerc: iâm literally sitting next to you do i mean nothing
ynleclerc: uhh yeah youâre not alex or rebecca or carmen or lily or lily or kika or leo
arthur_leclerc: blocked
charlesleclerc: wow leo gets a mention and not me?
ynleclerc: oui
alexandrasaintmleux: leo and i miss you. weâre counting down the days đ€
charlesleclerc: mon amour đ« donât encourage her
ynleclerc: f off charles! thatâs my girl!
user1: the leclercâs and their beauty needs to be studied
scuderiaferrari: you are always welcome to join us y/n đ€
ynleclerc: merci admin đ
user2: is the sun bothering you queen đ«
landonorris: perhaps you should just come to abu dhabi?? ever think of that!
ynleclerc: omg no never thought of that once!!!
landonorris: y/n/n
user4: is it wrong to say i ship these 2
user3: y/n really said iâm bored pay attention to me and sheâs so real for that
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logansargeant: who is on this private story?? need to know who is invited before i even consider showing up
ynleclerc: just abt the whole grid, my favorite girlies, kyle, patito, and bunch of my other friends - some you know !!
logansargeant: iâll only go if kyle goes
yourbff: i canât wait!!!!!!
ynleclerc: me either bestie i miss you
alexandrasaintmleux: i am so excited! i got the finishing touches for my outfit today đ€
ynleclerc: yessss i canât wait to see it!! youâre going to look stunning đ€©
alexandrasaintmleux: so are you gorgeous girl
charlesleclerc: Puis-je te convaincre de changer de tenue ? [can i convince you to change your outfit?]
ynleclerc: absolument pas [absolutely not]
charlesleclerc: mais mes collĂšgues vont te voir et je ne peux pas les laisser avoir des idĂ©es [but my coworkers are going to see you and i canât have them getting any ideas]
ynleclerc: tant pis pour toi đ [too bad for you]
landonorris: are costumes required for this party?
ynleclerc: no but wouldnât be a problem because youâre already a clown?
landonorris: and ya know what i hate you
ynleclerc: no you do not muppet
georgerussell63: weâre all going to need this after the season đ«
ynleclerc: no doubt georgie especially bc you were stuck in that tractor
georgerussell63: đ
iamrebeccad: carlos asked why heâs not on the invite and i said itâs because you love me more and now heâs pouting
ynleclerc: a big big baby he is
iamrebeccad: the biggest
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ynleclerc: you may as well have been!!
charlesleclerc: oh so you missed me?
ynleclerc: yes i donât want to deal with arthur alone anymore
charlesleclerc: i knew it
carlossainz55: wow she didnât show up to greet me like this???
charlesleclerc: you know the only reason she came to pick me up is because alex and leo were involved
landonorris: where tf was my invite
charlesleclerc: donât think i donât know about your little crush on my baby sister
landonorris: gonna have to have a chat w carlos huh
alexandrasaintmleux: my baby girl
charlesleclerc: yes yes you love her i know
arthur_leclerc: sheâs so dramatic and for what
charlesleclerc: yes but she is our sister so we must be nice
arthur_leclerc: đ€âđ»
iamrebeccad: my two most favorite girls
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ynleclerc: surprised you know what a grwm is
carlossainz55: iâm not that old hermana
charlesleclerc: how are you the favorite friend ?!
carlossainz55: my charm and overall superiority
charlesleclerc: đ
landonorris: sooooo carlos⊠you told charles about my thing for y/n??????????
carlossainz55: what? no i did not!
landonorris: but youâre the only one i told!!!!
carlossainz55: ⊠i may have told rebecca and she may have told alex who may have told charles
landonorris: mate đđđ
carlossainz55: iâm sorry
landonorris: do you think charles knows the full extent?
carlossainz55: rebecca doesnât think he does
landonorris: great so i can at least keep some of my dignity đ
alexandrasaintmleux: eeek so cute
arthur_leclerc: you forgot to actually mention that youâre on set up duty not grwm duty
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user2: omg itâs annual end of year party time im so sat i hope the drivers are there and get messy
user3: bisexuality is truly a beautiful thing
alexandrasaintmleux: đ« mon amour you are stunning
ynleclerc: i love youuuu
landonorris: iâm gonna miss you when i scrollâŠâŠ
ynleclerc: đ€ good thing you get to see me in real life so no need for missing me
landonorris: so true y/n/n. see you soon đ
yourbff: iâm foaming at the mouth
patriciooward: đźâđšđźâđšđźâđšđźâđšđźâđš
ynleclerc: so excited to see you patty
user16: god ur perfect
user22: screw your brothers, i want you
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charlesleclerc: that little gremlin better not be with my sister
carlossainz55: đđđđ
arthur_leclerc: trying the insta story means he must have really disappeared
carlossainz55: i canât find him anywhere in this house
yourbff: i canât find y/n/n either
carlossainz55: charles is gonna have a fit
iamrebeccad: hehhe i think i found him
carlossainz55: oh mi amor where is he?
iamrebeccad: he is with y/n
carlossainz55: where?
iamrebeccad: you canât get mad at him
carlossainz55: itâs not me you should be worried about
iamrebeccad: they snuck out to get pizza and go to landoâs
alexandrasaintmleux: i may have kept somethings from you and charles đ
carlossainz55: alex what do you know
alexandrasaintmleux: y/n/n and lando have been seeing each other on the down low for a couple weeks now
carlossainz55: mi amiga đ« you better butter up charles or his head is gonna explode when he finds this out
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user2: Y/N THIS IS UR PUBLIC STORY
user3: screaming y/n what is this
charlesleclerc: y/n y/m/n leclerc - this is your public story. where are you both right now?
ynleclerc: OOPS!!!!!!!!
charlesleclerc: yeah oops for sure⊠where are you??
charlesleclerc: ma sĆur stop leaving me on read
lilymhe: ARE YOU BOYH AT THE PIZZA SHOP RN HAHAAH
ynleclerc: Y E S!! i wanted pizza and lando was kind enough to take me
lilymhe: so is this like a thing now?
ynleclerc: i think so yes đ€
lilymhe: omg youâre an evil, sinister, orange girl now đ
ynleclerc: SCREAMING
user4: y/n itâs 3am what are you two doing rn
carmenmundt: baby what is this
ynleclerc: đ i tried to simp on private but messed up
carmenmundt: obsessed but also how is this how i found out??
ynleclerc: i tried to tell you at the dior show but got scared. this is all so new
carmenmundt: no need to be scared darling!! i am very good at keeping secrets but you let this cat out of the bag it seems
user7: omg are you guys together???
user8: drunken hard launch? girl i love you so much youâre my idol
user9: raw! next question
alexandrasaintmleux: hehehe tea
ynleclerc: is charles breathing still?
alexandrasaintmleux: oh donât worry about your big brother. heâll be fine. tell me about LANDO
ynleclerc: he is a dream alex đđđđ
ynleclerc: we made things official đ„č
alexandrasaintmleux: YESSSSSSS LETS GO ITS ABOUT TIME
user5: y/nlando truthers are UP rn
georgerussell63: laughing hysterically at this
ynleclerc: george shut up
georgerussell63: never
user6: guess your party is going well đđđ
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carlossainz55: mate why wonât you respond to your texts
landonorris: iâm sorry im sorry got a bit caught up
carlossainz55: are you having fun?
landonorris: yes đ„č we got pizza and she admitted she liked me a lot and wanted to make things official
carlossainz55: why didnât you tell me you two had been hanging out for a while now???
landonorris: i didnât want to 1) jinx it or 2) put you in an uncomfortable position with charles đ
carlossainz55: gracias for thinking of me but iâm always here for you cabron
charlesleclerc: no funny business lando or iâll run you off the road
landonorris: wouldnât dream of any funny business charles
lilymhe: i hope yall remember this in the morning đ
landonorris: actually âđ» we are basically sober
oscarpiastri: you stealing the host of the party to take her to get pizza then to your house is crazy work mate
landonorris: i didnât steal her đ
oscarpiastri: then why she not at her own party bro
landonorris: bc she wanted pizza
oscsrpiastri: yea so you stole her
landonorris: đ
maxfewtrell: get that girl đ€
landonorris: i did mate đ€©
danielriccardo: and who is this?
landonorris: y/n leclerc
danielriccardo: a leclerc?!
landonorris: the leclerc yes
danielriccardo: good job kid
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iamrebeccad: stunning đ
user14: donât think we donât recognize those curls on the last slide y/n
georgerussell63: iâm still laughing btw
ynleclerc: and what if i said i hate you
georgerussell63: iâd know you were lying đ
user23: y/n, alex, rebecca and carmen doing everything together is so important to me you donât understand
charlesleclerc: wow i made the cut?
ynleclerc: *leo made the cut
charlesleclerc: a brother can dream huh
user45: i love how we are swiftly moving on from that story and back to our regular programming đ
landonorris: yours you say?
ynuser: perhaps đ«Ł
alexandrasaintmleux: tea
user47: how am i supposed to be normal about this
user81: donât edge us omg
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charlesleclerc: please donât post things like this with my sister
landonorris: i have to show her off charles. sheâs too pretty to not be posted đ„č
charlesleclerc: you got me there but i donât like it mate
landonorris: iâll treat her right - i promise
oscarpiastri: iâm so glad i donât have to hear you cry about her anymore đ§Ą
landonorris: youâll still hear me crying osc dw
user4: HARD LAUNCH CITY
ynleclerc: youâre so cute im obsessed with you
landonorris: i am the luckiest man on earth
ynleclerc: lando đđ
user10: you calling her a gift is sickeningly cute
alexandrasaintmleux: be good to my girl ok? leo and i both will kill you if you hurt her
landonorris: i will! i promise! she is everything i have ever wanted and more and im not going to give that up any time soon
alexandrasaintmleux: music to my ears đ€
user87: BOTH! i want you BOTH
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Sorry to be that person, but "girl math" doesn't mean "girls are bad at math". It's a way of saying "how many women use math irl"
Like "If I get hit with armor, it doesn't count because my health remains the same"
Or "I returned $30 and spent $5, that's a net positive, so I basically got this for free"
Not that girls literally don't understand math and don't get that things cost money. It's a simplification of thought processes and analysis, actually implying high-level thinking, not "girls are so bad at math we don't even try"
I know, it's not that serious, but taken out of context it sounds worse than it is.
ohhhhhhhh my god you cannot makeâteehee girls just use a different kind of math around shopping to justify buying more stuff cause theyâre girls using girl mathâ into a feminist statement it IS an actual problem to ascribe not only gender (woman) but childishness (girl) to poor financial literacy and say that the kind of math girls do is actually exclusively related to the domestic sphere when we talk about shopping or buying food or presents or little treats. Do you fucking hear yourself
#this is why I am an unrepentant rude bitch whenever I hear someone joke about girl math because itâs not funny actually#you think Iâm going to sit there and let my teenage girls say this about themselves?
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Dinner & Diatribes: Analogous
Shin Yuna x Im Nayeon x M reader
Word count: 14k+
âA younger girl⊠And Iâm talking much younger. Eight years younger than me I think.â
Normally, it feels like youâre worlds apart from Nayeon in her bed. Youâre just her toy, her plaything, her doll.
Tonight though: it feels like sheâs in the same world as you. She feels here â emotionally and physically present as her nails trace circles on your bare chest. Maybe itâs a trick of the light, or maybe even classic manipulation, but she feels like more than just someone who you fuck on the weekends.
âAnd you wonât be jealous?â you ask, indulging yourself and playing with her hair a little. She scoffs.
âYou talk like weâre dating.â She shifts so that she has a cheek on your shoulder. A relationship with her wouldnât really fly: sheâs not gonna let you take care of her when she loves control more than anything. Still, itâs nice to dream about holding her hand sometimes. âI have no reason to be jealous, so why would I be?â
(Itâs a question youâre asking yourself too honestly.)
âDunno,â you muse, admittedly a little disheartened, âmaybe itâs cause youâre kinda freaky⊠Just a thought.â
She smirks. âTrust me. A younger girl in this thing weâve got going on isnât gonna affect anything.â She starts tapping her nails against your chest. âBesides⊠You know youâre mine.â
OhâŠ
(Not sure how to feel about that last part.)
***
Last you checked: you werenât expecting a guest today.Â
âUh,â you canât help but mutter past her lips as you stagger back into your own apartment. She lifts her lips off yours out of consideration, and she takes a few moments to soak in the look of mixed emotions that has made its way onto your face. You donât mean to be rude when you point at the other girl and ask, âdo you wanna perhaps wanna, you know, fill me in on whatâs going on here?â
Im Nayeon turns, looks over her shoulder, smiles. She turns back, cups your cheek with her hand.Â
âThought Iâd bring some company tonight, just to spice things up.â Nayeon tells you, turning your head in a way that lets you get a good look at the younger girl standing at the door to your apartment. âHope you donât mind.â With her other hand, she makes a come hither motion, and tells the girl to close the door on her way in. The girl does as sheâs told, and when sheâs next to the both of you, Nayeon takes her by the hand and pulls her closer.Â
âIntroduce yourself sweetie,â Nayeon instructsâfirm yet almost saccharine. Nayeon lets her thumb rub over the girlâs knuckles, a deceivingly sweet smile playing on her lips. âTell him what weâve rehearsed. Go on.â
Sheâs an eye-catcher for sureâthe other girl, not Nayeon. Not that Nayeon isnât already turning heads when she walks just about anywhere, but more that the other girl is just a rather far cry from what you're comfortable with. Youâre so used to Nayeonâs gentle, piercing eyes that can probably break you with a look from her; those small, plump lips of hers that kiss you with precision and passion; those bunny cheeks that you love pinching so damn much that it probably should be considered an addiction. But this girl brings something new to the table, and you have to admit that itâs refreshing.Â
Smoky, kinda innocent eyes that have a whole foot in the territory of doleful and another foot in the realm of entrancing; luscious long black hair; a face that could make just about anyone melt. Nayeonâs guest is certainly a few years younger than her, and certainly less lecherous than her senior at first glance. You donât really know where or how Nayeon could pick up a girl that looks as sweet as this, and you certainly want to find out how a girl that looks like the textbook definition of âsmoking hotâ could ever end up in a place like this. Sheâs clearly nervous, but you give her credit for being able to stand perfectly still with Nayeonâs hand starting to roam up her arm.Â
âIâm Yuna⊠But you can call me whatever you want.â
The sentence has Nayeonâs fingerprints all over it, and you can assume with full certainty that sheâs had this idea stewing in her head for at least a week or two. The smug grin on Nayeonâs face tells you that things are going according to plan, and her fingers latch themselves around Yunaâs forearm.Â
âSheâs a fun one to play with.â Now sheâs directed her attention to you, looking right at you as she pulls the younger woman even close to the both of you: till you can literally feel Yunaâs breath in your ear. âA young little slut to spice things up.â
Nayeon takes her attention away from you, and with gentle hands on Yunaâs cheeks, she pulls the younger girl in for a kiss. Itâs simpleâno tongue or anythingâbut itâs enough to make the younger girl squirm a little where she stands. Nayeonâs clearly taking pleasure in this. Even with her lips locked with a girl younger than her, you can clearly see the whisper of a cheeky smile playing on the corners of her lips. You wonder if sheâs gonna get more joy out of this than you at the end of the day.
The younger girl is released from the fierce lip-lock. She looks dazed, like she just took a hit of a blunt. Nayeon admires her craftsmanship for a moment, taking in the look on the poor girlâs face as she chuckles softly to herself, âoh my⊠Someone wasnât quite ready, was she?â
Yunaâs at a clear loss for words. She tries to speak; her words fail her. You canât exactly blame her though. Nayeon just kinda chooses when and where to be a bit of a minx, and you just have to roll with it. Itâs fun, kinda hot; but not when youâre in a horrible place to get it and she decides that she just wants to blow you at some restaurant that youâre at. Itâs a bit of a handful really, and you donât quite know what to do with her sometimes. Wonder how Yuna fares?
âItâs okay,â Nayeon assures her, âyouâre in good company now, though you're free to just watch if youâre still shy.â
The younger girl looks at her senior, then at you, then back to her senior. âI think Iâd like to join in on this.â
Nayeon beams, her smile almost sweet if it isnât for the fact that sheâs quite literally happy to see a younger girl get it on with you and her. âThatâs the spirit.â
And itâs confusing really: figuring out which of them is gonna make the first move. Yunaâs energy gives her an air of uncertainty, but you can sense some mischief within her that resonates at the same frequency of Nayeonâs. Yet thereâs something a little different about her that you canât quite place your finger on. Her youth is a breath of fresh air; thereâs that young energy in her smile towards Nayeon that tells you that sheâs eager but somewhat cautious. You would call her a mirror of Nayeon as they start discussing how she wants it, but you pick up on a bit of pickiness in her voice that strays from Nayeonâs attitude. The older girl before you will take it however she likes, fuck herself on your cock till she cums and kinda leave you high and dry. Yuna on the other hand has some grungy ideas of where she wants you to cum and how she wants it to happen.
Okay, letâs return to home base and consolidate: they're similar but different; kinda conflicting yet go together like dinner and diatribes on a family reunion. Thereâs reason to believe that they are somewhat two sides of the same coin, yet simple observation contradicts the notion. Bottom line â itâs confusing.
âYou know what?â Nayeon has a finger twirled in Yunaâs hair as she casts a glance at you. âHow about we get you naked first⊠Then we figure out what we can do?â
Yuna seems to enjoy the proposal. The two women look at you, and Nayeon gestures with her head to come closer. As your feet land on the wood floor, Nayeon goes at a slower pace of walking as she rounds Yuna and stands behind her. Sheâs shorter than her by a considerable amount, but it doesnât make her any less imposing as she pokes her head out from Yunaâs right side.
âGo on. Unwrap her,â Nayeon whispers, running a hand up Yunaâs stomach. âLetâs see what she has in store for usâŠâ
And Yuna is more than glad to lift her arms up for you as you pull her sweater off her body. The girl has an amazing body â youâd give her that. Slim waist, wide hips, hourglass figures so defined that the sands of time would be jealous. A body to die for really, and the appeal only increases as she reaches behind her back and unclips her bra. Nayeon smiles as she tosses her article of clothing aside.Â
âTight and forthcoming?â The older woman muses. âLooks like we have quite the toy on our hands.â
Yunaâs gaze is almost searing as you step up to her. Her breathing is kinda unsteady, but you canât exactly blame her. Sheâs half naked in front of two older people, with one of them running her hands along her smooth skin while the other cock their head and examine her from head to toe. If you were in her shoes, your blood would be racing and boiling fast.Â
âDo what you want with me,â she whispers. She reaches forward and grasps your crotch through your pants. âIâm yours to take.â
You raise your eyebrows. âDid Nayeon teach you that?â
âNope.â Speak of the devil and she doth answer on the younger womanâs behalf. âI only told her how to introduce herself, didnât tell her what to say after,â Nayeon explains, a glint in her eye as she stares up at Yunaâs face. âIs it kinda fucked up if I wanna see her suck your dick?â
Yuna glances at her senior, then returns her gaze to you. âA little⊠But we can make it happen.â
Another point of difference â 2 actually: she doesnât play around with her words and sheâs pretty proactive. You like that.Â
Itâs a mess as you fumble with clothes, but it doesnât take long for you guys to rid Yuna of the rest of her clothing and have her on her knees in the living room carpet. Her hands are delicate as she pulls down on the waistband of your boxers and frees your cock, and their even more so when she grips your throbbing shaft with both hands. On the chair that Nayeon pushed you onto, you watch her eyes as they survey what sheâs working with.
âWowâŠâ she mutters, looking over to the right where Nayeonâs lounging on the sofa. âYou had this all to yourself?â
Nayeonâs lips slant at an angle. âI know right? Better than any dildo you can find on the market.â
Yuna takes a moment to really look at the cock in her hands, eyes full of lustful wonder as she takes it in from all angles. She lets her mouth hang open for a little as she processes what sheâs seeing, then she asks, âhow does she even walk the next morning? I mean⊠This thing is girthy as fuck. Would probably split me open if Iâm not careful.â
âIt wonât,â Nayeon answers rather spontaneously, tapping her finger against a cushion as she watches Yuna pump your shaft with her lanky fingers. âItâll fill you just right,â she leans against the handrest of the couch, watching intently as you push away some hair from Yunaâs face, âthough I think itâll look the best in your mouth.â
Yuna gets the gist. Her cheek presses itself against the inside of your thigh as she lifts your shaft and kisses it at the base, and she works her way up to the tip while one hand keeps your twitching cock steady. She gets to your head, and her lips take the sensitive part of you about halfway in, making sure you're looking (and you mean, like, really looking) as she lets her tongue lick the precum off from your leaking tip. Once sheâs certain that she has your fullest attention, her jaw slacks and her shoulders rise; she takes a breath, closes her eyes.
Thereâs the hiss of an inhale â from you â as your head tilts back against the backrest while your cock enters the warm wet tavern of her mouth. Sheâs almost methodical in the way she takes you in, stopping halfway to adjust the angle of her head so that she can push forwards and down and drive the rest of your meat into your mouth. Her hands steady her, resting against your thighs as she tears a little. Sheâs a little more patient than her senior, waiting for a bit before she starts moving at a steady pace. Spitâs starting to drip down to her chin â will probably ruin the carpet if you cared enough (and you donât). Nayeonâs been meaning to change this damn thing anyway. Itâs seen too many juices and some dog piss in it from when her pomeranian was over those few times.
âJesus,â is all you can hiss, through closed teeth of course. The young girl is nothing short of heavenly; sheâs almost perfect at taking your dick as she starts to bob her head. The gurgling is kinda loud; spit flows like a stream down your shaft, only to be collected by that fastidious mouth as it traces a path â up and down and up and down. You wonder if thereâs some make-up to be ruined.
âWonât you look at that?â And you donât even need to look over at the couch to know that Nayeonâs playing with herself. The squelching tells you lots, but the way her speech is kinda breathy tells you more than you need to know. Sheâs probably really turned by the sight of a younger woman taking cock into her mouth, riled up at the sight of tears flowing down her youthful cheeks. Itâs borderline voyeuristic, pretty fucking freaky but also kinda hot. Thatâs her whole brand anyway. âSheâs fucking taking your dick. My godâŠâ
Yuna gurgles on your dick â probably some reply sheâs trying to give but fails to because she has dick in her mouth. The suckle of her lips; the slide of her tongue against the base of your shaft; her throat kinda convulsing as she struggles and struggles â you donât know if itâs all gonna be a bit too much, but now youâre really focusing on not trying to hurt her while your hands grab a handful of her hair in a fist. Youâre assistingâor maybe forcing⊠Low-key goes both ways when thereâs a very, very fine line between the two in this contextâher, pulling her into your crotch and pushing her off just to pull her in again. Itâs a vicious cycle â kinda doubling on the meaning while also butchering it: harsh and repetitive but thereâs not a fucking instance where this produces a detrimental result.  Â
She comes up for air, your shaft pretty much dripping with spit as she takes a moment to gather herself. The gasping is hot, and so is the way she wipes her spit towards her mouth with the back of her hand. âGod this is⊠Fuck...â she mutters, licking her lips while her fist is in constant fluid motion. Bruce Lee would be proud: she is like water.
âKeep it up darling,â the motions of Nayeonâs wrist have gotten quite sharp, sudden and lacking interval. Okay, maybe not sudden, but more⊠Desperate. Itâs not like she isnât gonna get her fair share of cock or anything, but she hasnât been over for a while. Thereâs only so much that a vibrator and her fingers can do; she kinda needs to see it and revel in it for her to actually get off properly. You donât know if watching a young girl take dick into her mouth is softening the blow dealt to her senses, but you kinda know that itâs still doing a number on her because sheâs completely hiked up the hem of her dress to fuck herself with her fingers. Thereâs not much thought behind her actions, but sheâs definitely letting herself go a little wild for the night. She is being indulged after all.Â
âAm I doing good?â Yuna inquires, and itâs a question directed to both of you really. You give her a nod; Nayeonâs answer is verbal: Keep that up and youâre gonna make two people cum in the next five minutes. The young girl is pleased. She lets her tongue swirl around your tip, lick the cock before her from base to tip and sneak in some scissoring flicks of her tongue. Your hand finds itself on her cheek, thumb massaging the bone just above the flesh as she giggles and tosses her hair.
âYouâre a doll,â you tell her. She smiles.
âThatâs one of the many names Iâve been called,â she replies, letting your spit-covered head rub against her cheek. âThough I like the name cumslut the most.â
Oh.
Your grip on her cheek becomes more firm. âOkay then,â and your pushing her to the left so that her lips are in line with your head. âOpen wide you fucking cumslut.â
The enthrallment in her eyes is apparent. Obedient, subservient, forthcoming, whatever; she parts her lips and lets her tongue hang out. Her eyelids flutter shut. You pull her forward. Nayeon cusses.
You're unbelievably hard in her mouth, and your member is ever so sensitive to every movement inside those cheeks of hers. The softness of her tongue, slickness of her drool, warmth of her cheeks⊠Too much to focus on with so little space for appreciation. You settle on fixating on the suction, the sweet vacuum her lips form around your length as she quite literally lets her mouth get used. Two hands around her head â pulling, pushing, pulling, pushing. A hot rhythm, not quite a dance but kinda cyclical like a routine. More perverse than any street jazz choreo youâve seen though.
âYuna,â you mutter, â youâre so â fuck I â ugh⊠Your mouth.â
Somewhere in her throat, thereâs space for a hum. Her hands are behind her back, locked in place by her own accord as she lets you fuck her mouth with no qualms. Itâs smooth, almost natural till she gags a little on your dick and has to blink a bit. Slip nâ slide; front and back â she just takes your cock like an obedient little slut. Itâs amazing, kinda dark, but still amazing nonetheless. The gurgling and the sound that comes from her throat thatâs almost like swallowing; your fingers grasping the silky strands of her hair; eyes meeting hers. Fuck.Â
You're desperate for a taste of heaven. You pull her down harder, faster.Â
She gags, chokes, sucks a little harder.Â
âFuck this,â Nayeon hisses. âIâm joining in.â
And she straddles you before you can even blink, kissing you fiercely like sheâs gonna die the next day and this is the last time sheâs seeing you. Somewhere along the way, sheâd shed her clothes. Now sheâs nude and kissing you, jabbing her tongue into your mouth and exploring the feel of your teeth. Your cheeks are hers to hold, your mouth hers to own.Â
She breaks the torrid kiss, âYuna,â she drawls, playing with your hair as she speaks to the girl while looking at you. âDonât ruin him too much. Leave some fun for me.â
The vibrations sent down your shaft make you tingle from head to toe â a product of Yunaâs attempted reply. You canât see her anymore, but you can continue to just flow with the movements of pulling and pushing against her hair as Nayeon dives between her legs to get back to work. The older woman lets a sigh escape from her lips, pushing her fingers a little deeper. You can feel the heat against your crotch. Her hands move a little faster.
âDo you have any idea,â she whispers, her voice kind of striking that middle frequency between the gurgling and the squelching. âHow fucking pent up I was in that damn dorm?â
Through your teeth, you reply. âNo,â and you kinda twitch a little in Yunaâs mouth. âDo tell.â
She leans in, moans into your ear for good measure. âI was dripping every other day,â she reports, a lilt in her voice as she continues her work between her thighs. âDidnât help that Momo was bringing a guy over and I could hear them fucking through the walls⊠My vibrator almost died that week.â
âWellâŠâ you shudder as you speak, a familiar tingle building up from the base of your shaft. "Youâll have to wait your fucking turn.â
She smiles, quite sadistically you might add.
âThatâs alright,â she tells you. Her forehead pressed against yours. âJust leave a load for me.â
And you have to hit her with an honest reply. âIâll always have a load for you.â
âThatâs what I thought.â She straightens her back and looks down at you. âI own this dick,â she announces to her audience of two. âNow cum in her mouth. Iâm gonna get her to fucking swallow your load.â The orders are barked, not said. âI wanna watch.â
And she turns her toned back to you, leaving you with the view of the delicious curve of her back as she arches it while slicking her fingers with her own juices. Youâre trying to hold on, desperately, but thereâs only so much you can do when the mouth around you and the two women before you are this hot.
You donât get to see it when it happens, but you can hear it and kinda imagine it when you cum right into Yunaâs mouth. You bet itâs kinda messy, but youâll never know. Nayeonâs ass blocks the view â a trade off: view for a view. You hear the older woman hiss her commandsââSwallow. Fucking swallow you filthy little whoreââenvison the sight of the young woman struggling to down your load as it pumps ito her wet hot mouth. A groan spills from your lips; a long-drawn sigh filters from Nayeonâs chest; Yuna gulps as she takes it all.
Your dick pops out of her mouth, all messy and slick with juices. Nayeon grabs it, pumps it, and without warning â shoves it into her cunt.Â
And all at once it becomes too much: your over stimulated member twitches wildly in the grasps of her slick, hot walls as it begs for a break. The pleasure is horribly abundant, so much that it almost hurts. Thereâs no time to process the tight heat around you, voice your need for a break. Nayeon starts bouncing on her knees.
âOh fuck yes.â Her hands shoot behind her, the left one failing to catch the handrest the first timebut gripping it tightly on the second attempt. Her knuckles go white. âI needed this. I needed to be filled by this fucking cock of yours.â
Itâs too much; another load surges forth almost instantly. The hot semen paints her walls, shoots up from your already over-sensitive head and flows down her cunt. It leaks out; the squelching gets louder. Yunaâs tongue laps up the mix of juices that flow. Nayeon continues to ride.
Your fingers dig into the flesh of her waist, desperate to assist you in grounding yourself in this seemingly unreal reality. Thereâs a lack of words that can really describe your predicament, and if youâre to actually bring it across in a coherent sentence, itâll probably something along the lines of âfuckâ repeated at least a million times. Youâre stuck in the chain of entry and exits of her pussy, a bundle of nerves beneath Im Nayeon while she mercilessly fucks herself on your cock. Right now: your dick is nothing but a mere toy for her to get off on, and she made that very clear from the moment she started throwing herself down onto your dick.
âNayeonâŠâ you heave. Itâs an effort to even breathe.
âShut it,â she hisses, not even casting a glance behind her. âIâm cumming on this cock one way or another and I donât care how many fucking loads you give me.â
Yuna crawls around to the side of the chair. You hazard a glance at the young girl. Sheâs messy, sweaty and has residues of cum and drool at some areas around her mouth. She reaches out into the chair and takes you by the hand, squeezing it tightly in hers as if she knows that youâre fucking fading by the second. Every slam of Nayeonâs crotch against you is a mix of pleasure and pain, her moans almost like animalistic grunts.
âFuck⊠Youâre really filling her,â Yuna muses, watching the older girl take her liberties with your dick. âShe must be so fucking tight right now.â
You swallow. âYeah⊠Itâs⊠FuckâŠâ
Yuna chuckles. Watching you struggle must kinda humour a little. She gives your hand a squeeze, encouraging you to hold on to what grasp of this world you have left. Her eyes sparkle, almost envious as she sees her senior bouncing on the dick she was taking into her mouth just a few moments ago. Her other hands snakes between her legs, flits circles of respite. Two girls getting off before you, similar but different.
Go ahead. Call this shit Tuesday.
***
âBe nice to her when Iâm gone.â
You arenât sure why Nayeon would need such a huge suitcase for a 10 day trip with her family. Thereâs no doubt in your mind that thereâs probably tonnes of products in there that she wants to bring along for the fuck of it, but the damned thing looks like it was harbouring a small child. Not that Nayeon would ever do that, but it does help to paint a clearer picture of the sheer scale of her luggage. The airport X-ray is about to have a field day with this.
âOf course.â Youâre kinda obvious about your ogling from the doorway as Nayeon does her hair with nothing but her leggings on. Yuna is still fast asleep in the room that youâd prepared for her, but you still kept your volume down just to play it safe.Â
Nayeon smirks at you through the mirror. âIâm sure sheâll feel right at home with you.â
âIs that sarcasm Iâm hearing?â
âTake it however you like. My eyes are up here by the way.â
You chuckle and walk up behind her. âGuilty as charged mademoiselle,â you apologise, though you're not all that ashamed of th fact that sheâs caught you in th act of fucking her with your eyes.
Nayeon hits you with a scoff, a rather aloof one that screams âgot you. Thought you were slick huh?â even though it was within your fullest intentions for her to catch you looking. She had to be fair to you in this situation â kinda hard to look at anything else. Or maybe youâre misjudging her, maybe she knows full well that you were (and still are) catching a good look at those firm, perky mounds that sit proudly atop her chest. They fit perfectly in your hands, quite like a gloveâOJ Simpson would hate that it fits that wellâand a nicely-fitted set of bed sheets. What the fuck does that even mean? Frankly, you canât quite put an explanation to it yourself; youâre kinda listing things that sound and feel right to you â things that give something enjoyable that little kick it needs to become something more congenial.Â
(That sort of encapsulates her whole personality honestly. Sheâs already something to relish, cherish; the type of girl that makes other guys say âsheâs a keeperâ even though they donât have the slightest idea of what she really was like beyond cameras and public appearances. Kinda horny all the time, but also wants to cuddle you to sleep and call you all sorts of pet names after youâve blindfolded and fucked her against three different flat surfaces â maybe breaking some expensive furniture in the process. Dominant, a little stubborn and a little pissy. Need you say more?)
âBut for real: make her feel at home,â she says, setting down the curling iron and switching it off. She leaves it to cool down, puts on a sweater while she waits. âPoor girlâs been through enough. I promised her a safe haven, so try to make it one.â
The context behind her request is a little baffling. Just this morning Nayeon told you of Yunaâs falling out with an alleged highschool sweetheart, and she's taking shelter with you guys till legal matters are dealt with and sheâs safe and sound. Guy started stalking her apparently, threatened her once or twice too. Fun times we live in.
Helping her hook the clasp of her necklace, you assure Nayeon that only your best effort would go into creating a safe space for her younger companion. Not to brag, but youâre pretty good at making friendsâtrust me. Weâll be tight before you even know itâwith strangers. Itâll be like walking the dog; easy peasy. You get the idea right? Kinda running out of sayings. Nayeon seems pretty pleased with your promises.
âIf you guys have fun, do send some videos,â she tells you, opening her drawer to pull out a pair of jeans. âIâll be missing out on a lot if you donât. That girl has a body even I wanna ravage.â
âSo cock is not enough, huh?â you tease. She flicks her eyes to the mirror.
âWho said it wasnât enough?â She cocks her head and makes eye contact through the mirror. âI literally ride you till youâre sore. Yunaâs just⊠an add-on. Like a side dish if you will.â
You chortle. âAnd Iâm the main course?â
âNope,â she giggles, unfolding her jeans. âThat would be me.â
âThat doesnât even make sense.â
âIf you want an admission of my wrongs, youâll have to fuck it out of me.â
And she meets your eyes in the mirror. You smile, knowing that sheâll probably let you get away with this one.
âItâs really a shameâŠâ you sigh. âThese leggings were, like, really nice.â
***
Couple minutes later youâre giving her a kiss on the cheek as she hurries for the taxi that arrived five minutes ago. In the midst of the commotion, Yuna emerges from her room dressed in one of your shirts â just in time to wave goodbye to her senior before Nayeon slips away. You're not too sure if sheâs fully registered the fact that sheâll be stuck with you for a full week, but hopefully once the realisation sets in, youâd already have made her comfortable.Â
You turn. The way you meet her gaze is kinda awkward. She has a look of intrigue on her face as she rubs her arms and gazes back at you with those doleful eyes.
You clear your throat. âYou uh⊠You like omelettes?â
***
On your phone screen, Nayeon just kinda stares back at you with a hundred-yard-stare type of look. Hotel wifi has her video freezing at a rate that would make Elsa proud, and sheâs barely a human through all the pixelated fuck-what that clouds in front of her.
âI feel like we're focusing on vastly different things here, Nayeon.â Youâre hoping that she can hear your voice over the roaring silence of shitty network bandwidth. âNot even a day too⊠Iâm pretty sure the poor girlâs scared shitless of me.â
And while Nayeonâs video and audio buffer, itâs a good time to remind yourself of your mistake. Not that you forgot it or anything, but you just gotta make sure that everything that you tell Nayeon is accurate.
So it turned out that Yuna and breakables donât really go well together. Nayeon seems to have forgotten to ask you to read some fine-prints, and you basically went in raw when you witnessed the young girlâs clumsiness. Quite the butter-fingers: she broke a mug and a plate in one slip of her tray from her hands. The sound of shattering porcelain jarred her, and as she attempted to move out of her mess, the Dad in you spurred you to cry out in panic. Donât move! you practically roar. Poor thing flinched like sheâs being held at gun-point, started shivering a little as you rushed over to clear up the shards. You donât quite know how to comfort her, and so you just tell her to just eat in her room if sheâs uncomfortable. She took you up on that, and that ended the first non-sexual interaction you had with her.
Way to go⊠You deserve a star.
By the time youâre done pacing the room and have thrown yourself onto the bed, Nayeon reconnects back to the call. Sheâs in a bathroom, wearing airpods and sitting in what looks like a bathtub. From the fact that she's wearing a robe, youâll bet good money on the really (and you canât stress this enough) high chance that sheâs wearing nothing else beneath that.
âFive star hotel and I get two bars of wifi everywhere except the damn toilet,â she huffs. Guess you were right about what the two of you were focusing on. No prizes for being right though; lifeâs a bitch. âAnyway, donât think too much about it. Sheâs clumsy but sheâs not unaware. Iâm sure sheâll understand where youâre coming from.â
âHonestlyââyou slide under the covers and heave a huge sighââI think I might find my thirteenth reason if she hates me tomorrow.â
Nayeon rolls her eyes. Yes: sheâs painfully aware that you certainly wonât kill yourself over the fact that you may or may not have made a girl re-live her trauma, but the knowledge of that doesnât stop her from expressing her disdain towards your little joke.
âSleep on it. Youâll be fine tomorrow,â she assures you, now in full resolution and crystal clear audio and image. She segways into something else, âBy the way, check out the link Iâm sending you.â
Toilet wifi is truly doing her wonders cause you get the link in question right after she says it. And you arenât sporting a fedora when you confidently identify the source as a Reddit thread, but it feels like you should be heading online to buy one and get it delivered via next-day delivery. (Ugh⊠You can feel the word mâlady threatening to burst forth from your mouth already.) Yuck.
Clicking on the link brings you to a community youâre no stranger to. Youâve heard of it once or twice, but never really had the time or energy to delve into the posts. Nayeon seems to have done some homework though â youâre taken to a very specific post, a clip that kinda blew up when it debuted.Â
It takes no Oppenheimer to draw the conclusion that the post addresses Nayeon herself, and sheâs clad in that all black bodysuit from that one Talk That Talk performance that hugs her figure and really makes all the curves on her body pop. Youâd know: you fucked her in this outfit; railed her on the bed from the back with a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs on her wrists if you want specifics. And if you want even more details: she didnât let you cum till sheâd came 3 times. Fun.
Itâs a stunning outfit, and the appeal of the wonders it does to Nayeonâs body is only emphasised by how she runs her hands up from her hips, tracing the hourglass shape of her figure before she flips her hair. A pretty good Gif. Seems to have all 1410 commenters on their knees.
Now mind you: youâre on speaker phone with her right now. With that in mind, it sure as hell feels like Nayeonâs in the room with you as low sighs and salacious squelching starts filtering through Nayeonâs microphone and into your ears. A quick glance at the call window (thatâs so helpfully converted to a small rectangle at the top right-hand corner of your phone) confirms 2 things while surprising you with a third find:
1) Sheâs very much naked under that robe. A bit of a no-brainer
2) Sheâs playing with herself â legs wide open and one of them (you canât be arsed to really say which one) propped up on the rim of the bathtub as juice-slicked fingers work themselves between flushed folds.
3) The whole reason you can see the stuff in 2) is attributed to the fact that she's somehow leaned her phone against something in that bathtub to give you an almost artistic view of her. Emphasis on âalmostâ because the close-up of her pretty, pink pussy is foreground to an even more sordid display of her half-lidded eyes and parted lips â baseness personified really.
Yuna becomes a secondary thought. âSo⊠Has anyone told you that youâre kind of freaky?â
âHey. Iâm just a girl,â she muses, the look on her face a strong contender for the symbol of pure depravity. âRead the comments would you?â
âTwitterâs a much better place for this ifââ
âJust stop being a smartass and read the fucking horny comments.â
Youâre not intimidated by the aggression behind her voice for once, and itâs probably because she isnât here to edge you if you donât shut up. You take a moment to admire just how good she looks in this seemingly sempiternal display of what looks like lust itself, the Gif looping at least 3 times while youâre at it (and itâs like, the best 14 seconds of your life). The sun hits her at just the right, illuminating the best parts of her while shadows further define the shape of her curves â bringing forth the swell of her hips while making her tits and ass look bigger by a rather generous amount. Frankly, she looks good in just about anything really. Clothes on or off; hair tied up or let down; lingerie or fancy dress; lace or solid, she is the embodiment of sex.
âHurry the fuck up,â she hisses, and itâs dripping with lethal lust and desire like venom from serpent fangs. Okay⊠Thereâs some mutual interest here with you and Nayeon. Youâll oblige.
âHow nasty are we getting?â you inquire, all while you work the waistband of your pants down past your crotch so that your cock can spring free. You enlarge the window of the call, silently hypnotising yourself with the sight of Im Nayeonâs hand busying itself between her legs. âAre we going from the tame ones and progressing orâŠâ
The look on her face tells you that she doesnât give a shit; and sheâs about this close to ending this filthy call and getting off on her own. Better conscience guides you to pick a random comment from the middle and get going with it.
âThis oneâs a thought provoker,â you preempt, scanning through the rather raunchy statement left behind by some undoubtedly turned-on user. âIt says, âI wonder what she tells her stylist when she has to wear such outfits. It's like she must be really asking: I want something that will reveal my whole curvy figure. Nayeon is really the best girlâ.â
âMnphâŠâ â she tilts her head back and lets out a gasp â an implosive suction of air thatâs sharp yet so pleasing to your ears. âCurvy and⊠What was that again?â
âBest girl,â you reiterate, watching with a half-parted mouth as your hand matches the pace of Nayeeonâs fingers pumping in and out of the wet mess on the screen, âlooks like someoneâs got an eye for details.â
âTheyâd better. I think I looked fucking hot in that thing.â
You could second that opinion, though it was probably in your best interest to keep reading. This is basically your equivalent of putting fries into bags. Youâre kinda okay with it, but youâre struggling to read this next one because of its horrible grammar, âher pussy must feel like heaven. With a tight body like that, she must know how sheâs draining balls around the world.â
In the bathtub, she twitches. Her ring and middle finger are drenched when theyâre removed from her pussy, but they donât rest and find solid ground on her clit. They rub circles into Nayeonâs swollen nub, no doubt applying just the right amount of pressure onto the area while Nayeon is breathing all shaky and sounds like sheâs been winded. In your books: this is basically her doing a backflip over the fine line between freaky and kinky, and basically exposing you to some new kink that sheâs probably picked up from Sana. If any of these commenters ever really had a sliver of an idea of what sheâs really like behind the scenes, you doubt that the comments would be as merciful as this. Anyway, next.
âI bet she likes it raw. She probably loves being a good little fucktoy who takes unprotected dicks into that tight pussy and letting load after load fill her. I meanâ âNayeon starts to shudder a little, quaking and sighing as you get to the more explicit section of his commentââsheâd probably like it if I just ripped that dress off her body and spread her legs. Sheâll moan like a slut when I put it in her and just start doing her raw. Imagine the way her tits will bounce. Fucking slut, she was made to be bred.â
She lets out this moan â inexplicable and undescribable. She urges you to keep going. You do just that.
âI want her mouth so bad. Bunny has those dick sucking lips that are made for cock, probably gives mad head and is so fucking sloppy with it. I bet sheâll let the drool drip from the corners of her mouth while she takes me in all the way, and sheâll probably thank me with her eyes when I grab her by the hair and start fucking her throat. Iâm gonna destroy that pretty little face so bad, leave her so fucking messy and ruined that sheâll have to stop singing for at least a week. When I cum, Iâm gonna make sure it goes down her throat and get some on that slutty face. Sheâs earned it.â
Youâre watching her, pumping your fist around your cock while she lets her jaw slack and lets her moans sort of tumble from her mouth in batches. âMore,â she pleads, fingers trembling as she lets her free hand slip beneath her robe and start giving attention to her tits. Youâd kinda kill to see them now, but this view will have to do. âRead more. I want to hear it.â
âThey're getting nastier,â you inform her. âThis whole thread of comments is just 3 guys discussing how they want to share you in a gangbang.â
âFuck yes. PleaseâŠâ
She never finishes the sentence, but you get the gist. You persist.Â
The next one is kinda paraphrased, partially because youâre projecting your own fantasies while simultaneously deciphering what this guy is trying to say across 5 separate comments.Â
âI want nothing moreââand itâs getting really hard to breathe while Nayeonâs fucking herself senseless halfway across the world. Maybe if she hadnât worn those damned airpods, you wouldnât be hearing every single sordid little sound she makes (gasps, sighs, moans and a bunch of phonetic mish-mash that began with the letter âoâ). You canât tell if sheâs already lost to the haze of pleasure, and even if she hasnât sheâs probably holding on by a thread thinner than hair; on the way there and probably reaching within the next five minutesââthan to pound her little pussy raw and give her a fat load.â
âOh my fucking godâŠâ sheâs descending a little further into her own head, sinking beneath the sheer thrill of masturbating while her partner reads out all the perverse things that people would do to her. Her breaths are almost desperate â earthy and kind of like a product of raw emotion; akin to a groan or maybe even a grunt. At the same time, itâs like sheâs struggling to take in the air she needs, fighting to find a reason to take a breath and distract her from this debauched world that sheâs dived into. It isnât just her mind thatâs twisted here, but the minds of others too. âKeep going. I need to know how theyâre gonna ruin me.â
Youâre trying to memorise the next line so you can watch, watch the subtle twitch in her right leg and the grunt-moan hybrid thatâs produced from that pleasure stricken throat; the way she becomes a bundle of nerves like you and just starts losing it; the way her fingers go from rubbing to fluttering small circles of heavenly release into her body; the way the round breast thatâs slipped out of the robe ripples with each movement from her shoulder. Youâre more than happy to watch really; be a witness to the act of her bringing herself to the point of no return as she practically brims with pleasure and bliss that sheâs bringing herself. Youâre reading is like an add-on, some sick twisted DLC if you really think about it (youâre not really thinking much, but itâs a fun thing to consider). Itâs quite like making a drink, albeit a little bit butchered â sheâs pouring herself a glass while you wipe the rim with a lemon. The alcohol can spill on your fingers for all you care, you just wanna watch her make it overflow.Â
TL;DR: you really wanna make her cum.
âIâll fuck her mouth while you take her pussyââthis one is read word-for-word, verbatim, letter-for-letter. You like how itâs phrased, not quite poetry but beautiful in its own wayââmake her gag on this cock till sheâs ruining her mascara. We cum together. Give this little slut the spit roast creampie of her life.â
She half-sigh-half-moans â the type of noise sheâd make when sheâs on her back and being fucked into the mattress. She shifts, undoes the knot holding her robe together and lets the thing part from the middle and falls at her sides. Leaning back against the end of the bathtub, her pleading comes in the form of whines, soft ones that kinda float around the room while she endeavours to work her fingers a little harder. A free hand kneads her breast. Your breath hitches, cock pulsing in your fist as she arches her back and starts to gasp. You read the next lines, the boner-fueled words of some guy who probably had his cock in his hand while typing this out.
âI want her ass. Iâll make her ride it while she takes it up that bubble butt, then you guys an still fuck her pussy and mouth. Sheâll be so messy, probably dripping from her pussy and her mouth while three dicks fuck the shit out of all three of her holes. You know what? I bet sheâll enjoy it. The slut flaunts her body like itâs a fucking prize. Sheâs asking for it.âÂ
There are like 2 more comments, but you never quite make it to the next parts. With a cry, Nayeon leans forward in the bathtub. She digs her fingers back into her slit, restarts the squelching and lets your speakers flood with a sordid symphony; squelch after squelch after squelch feels like music to your ears. âYour cock.â Itâs a demand, really raunchy, kinda racy and really (and you really mean really) fucking raw. Canât quite figure out which part of her strips her of the filter that takes away the pure intoxicating venom that coats her words, but you couldnât really give more of a shit right now. Itâs hot, like, really fucking hot. âShow me your cock. Let me see you stroke it.â
And itâs almost at once that you switch back to the call and flip your camera around. Youâve been going at the same tempo for some time now, and you hope Nayeon can see the utter mess sheâs made of you â precum leaking from your tip and your head all swollen and red. She moans, slips another digit inside of her and starts working all three of her fingers harder inside of her.Â
âNgh⊠I really wish that I could be filled with your cock right now,â she drawls. Youâre not too sure if she knows that sheâs projecting a shared desire right now. Itâd be great to feel those warm walls wrapped around your shaft, slicking it with her juices while she rides you at a steady pace. Fuck⊠Sheâs ruining you, isnât she? âWith me baby. Cum. Make a mess for me.â
Her words are a little jumbled, but coherence doesn't really matter when sheâs spitting pure filth from her lips. It doesnât take long for either of you to get there, but you like to think that you meet her where she already is and kinda just go from there. At least thatâs what you tell yourself as she convulses and is marred by her orgasm, and your cum leaks down your shaft and flows over your knuckles while you watch Your respective cameras capture it all â witnesses the mess you make at the hands of each other (and yourselves). You have to take a second, sit in the warm puddle of your own mess. Itâs pooled on your stomach; cleaning upâs gonna be a chore.
âGodâŠâ Nayeon breathes. âAlways wanted to try this.â
âGuessed as much,â you reply, sitting up in your bed and looking around for tissues. You spot a box of them on your desk. Great.
âGotta go. Be in touch soon.â
She leaves you in the darkness of your room. From the corner of your eye, you spot a set of eyes watching you from the ajar door. You make out Yunaâs features before she closes the door, no doubt fleeing the scene. You arenât sure how much she saw, but you hope that whatever she did see hadnât scared her shitless.
Anyway, there are larger issues at hand.
***
Itâs somewhere on the third or fourth night where it happens. For the record: you donât go to her. She comes to you.
Weather forecast predicted hail, and for once theyâre actually correct. Itâs pissing it down â the glass on your room not left unscathed from the assault of hail falling from the sky. Itâs awfully noisy, helluva hullabaloo. Hard to sleep in this weather really. You warned Yunaâwho seems to have gotten a little more comfortable around youâabout the horrid weather that you guys were about to be blessed with, and you canât help but wonder if sheâs fairing alright.
The knock on your door comes around a quarter after one. Yuna steps into your room, her silky nightdress kinda glowing in the low light as she sort of just stands there awkwardly. Itâs quite like a child entering their parents room in the middle of the night to inform them that theyâve shat the bed. You look at her from under the covers for a bit, and when she continues to be a deer in headlights, you sit up in your bed. âYou okay?â
âIâm umâŠâ she begins, fiddling with her fingers as she speaks. âI-Itâs noisy⊠AndâŠâ
You understand what sheâs attempting to convey. You move to your right in bed, open the covers and pat on the space youâve left for her. She smiles, grateful. When she settles into the space where Nayeon usually sleeps, you tell her to holler if she needs anything else. You leave her with that, and your back faces her when youâby the grace of some divine powersâdrift off.
You wake up again in the early morning. The sleep wasnât bad â kinda peaceful and dreamless and you want to close your eyes and drift back off. Unfortunately (actually kinda fortunately in this case), Yunaâs legs entangled with yours snaps you awake. Youâre worried that you might have rolled into her while you were asleep (you really didnât want to fuck up again), but her arm around your torso tells you otherwise. Sheâs cuddled up to you, head against your back and hugging you like youâre her personal soft toy â the usual kind of cuddling. Frankly, youâre at a loss for words. What happens in between is kind of a blur. You remember her stirring, and you remember turning around as slowly and gently as possible. What you donât quite remember however, is how she ends up with a hand on your cheek. You vaguely remember her asking for some sort of permission, but your heart is beating so loudly in your ears that you canât really hear or process much. Sheâs in the most vulnerable of positions right now, and the worst thing you could possibly do is fuck up. Your mishaps from the first day have you on edge.
And now youâre running through the events again in your head, doing your best to pick up on critical exposition that probably would explain the situation you're in. Words fail you as Yunaâs thumb traces a path across your cheek, sweeping back and forth languidly with the smallest of smiles on her face. Her eyesâthose hypnotic doleful eyesâstare into yours, and youâre sniffing out some longing behind that gaze.Â
âNayeon put in a really good word for you,â she whispers, letting her gaze wander across your face. âShe said that you were a trustworthy man⊠Someone whoâll take care of anyone because you can.â
Youâre happy to hear of Nayeonâs positive appraisal of you, but it doesnât stop your bad habit of cracking a joke in tense situations. âAnd whatâs the customerâs review?â
Youâre glad that she laughs. If she didnât, youâd have to expand your list to include a 14th reason.Â
âShe told me to trust you and that I can feel safe around you,â she reports. She takes a moment to bring her eyes back to yours. Her smile grows wider. âIâm happy to say that I do⊠Largely.â
And all at once: a two tonne weight around your chest feels like it just dropped a twenty-story height. You arenât sure if Yunaâs giggling because of the fact that youâre visibly relieved or because you heaved the loudest sigh of relief of your career.
âMan⊠I thought Iâd completely fucked up after the first day,â you admit to her, relishing the feeling of your body relaxing in bed. âNever quite got to apologise for that.â
âAnd you donât have toââher smile is quite soothing to be honest, puts you right at ease after looking at it for a second or twoâ âI was just kinda shocked⊠And I kinda have a bad experience of being yelled at. Working on it though.â
Huh. Guess Nayeon was right about her.
âStill though,â you raise, rubbing your eyebrow. âIâm sorry.â
Yuna chortles. Her lips slant at an angle. âForgiven and forgotten. Happy?â
You smile in response to the progress. âHey. You go girl.â
She graces you with a wink. A moment of silence follows.Â
âDid Nayeon ask you to be touchy with me?â you canât help but inquire. Itâs out of the blue, but hey: a burning question is a burning question. âI mean⊠Itâs not everyday that a cute girl just pulls up in my bed and caresses my cheek.â
âShe said that youâll be fineââshe retracts the hand on your cheek. The two tonne weight starts rising to the 5th floorââand are you flirting with me?â
(Two tonne weight falls. Phew⊠What a workout.)
âMaybe.â You donât really like being blunt cause thereâs always some merit in a bit of playing around. Now that you think back on it, you may or may not have picked this up from Nayeon. Damn girl is ruining you. âTake it how you want, just donât think Iâm being sarcastic.â
Yuna smirks a little. âNayeon did say you like to play around with your words,â she lifts a finger and points away from the bed, ânot sure if she influenced you,â she points towards you, âor if you influenced herâ.
âWhat if weâre both a little guilty?â
âThen Iâll be the outlier. Can I kiss you?â
And it feels like time stops. For the seconds that you stare at her in silence, one brain cell exerts maximum fucking effort to process the weight of her words. You wouldnât have been as hesitant if sheâd just kissed you directly, but now that sheâs asking for consent first, youâre high-key at a loss for words. The sunâs starting to rise and the roomâs being filled with this sorta radiant glow⊠Or maybe itâs just her.
âWoah,â you canât help but muse. Of course, youâre exaggerating by quite a bit. âYou are⊠Super blunt.â
âFigured you could use a change of pace.â
Then Yuna closes the distance between the two of you. She hesitates for a little, hovering over your lips for a bit before she finally decides to press her lips onto yours. Itâs kinda sweet; her lips feel amazing and sheâs really going down on you. You comb your hands through her hair, let the smell of sweet shampoo kinda intoxicate you a little while she tugs at your lower lip with her teeth. Unlike Nayeon, it feels like sheâs kissing you because she wants to. The older girl sometimes makes it feel like sheâs doing it for the sake of it, and then proceeds to tear through your clothes to get to your dick. Yuna takes her time, lets her hand on your face get familiar with the structure of your jaw as fingers graze them gently; introduces her index finger and thumb to your chin as she tips it to deepen the kiss a little.
âHey,â she calls once the kiss is broken. Sheâs glowing in the light of the room, the smile on her face pretty fucking adorable. âDid Nayeon ever tell you that I look the best when I take it from the back?â
Again: super fucking blunt.
Clothes are never a hassle when youâre kinda in a rush, and Yunaâs night dress slips right off her body like the plate she dropped from the tray. You have her on her back, kinda half-mewing-half-keening as you catch a nipple in your mouth and suck on on it. The toned muscles on her stomach tense and relax, the rapid ebb and flow of pleasure in her system making her body move in all sorts of sensual ways as you palm her other breast.
And hereâs the thing you like about Yuna: she lets you take her time with her, really revels in the sweetness of the moment while your trailing kisses down to her crotch. She moans for you â sweet music that tells you yeah thatâs the spot while you acquaint and familiarise yourself with her body; she shifts herself accordingly â rolls to her side when you were kissing her plunging collarbones and opens her legs for you when you get to that pretty, pink pussy. Itâs like sheâs wired to please you, responding to your every move with a move of her own like youâre locked in a dance with her. Itâs a welcome change of pace from having to fight and dirty talk your way to even get the chance to fuck Nayeon.
(In case youâre wondering: you do eat her out, but you kinda get lazy to really put into words. All you need to know are these few key points:
Firstly, sheâs delicious, sweet and salty and kinda tangy. A bit of a subjective taste but you like it.
Secondly, her moans are really fucking adorable. Theyâre not even, like, purposefully made that way. She just kinda lets them flow from her mouth â choked-up cries of pleasure while warm thighs wrap around your ears.Â
Lastly, when she cums, itâs fucking amazing. Itâs like she brings heaven down to earth with her cries and makes sure you get to touch it as much as she can. Her body is fucking riveting â arches deliciously when she arrives and makes you twitch in your pants.
Bottom line: sheâs really fucking hot, quite like Nayeon in the way she tries you on sometimes but patient and actually giving you the chance to talk dirty with her. Damn⊠She really is a change of pace.)
And so: reaching between your bodies with her on all fours, you grasp your cock in your right hand, slipping it between Yunaâs legs. The young woman spreads her thighs as best she can â readies herself for entry. Your head pushes between her lips, waiting for only a moment, before you thrust hard inside her, filling her to the hilt with your cock. Sheâs awfully tight, really fucking wet and God is it hot in there. You almost think molten iron seems to be brewing in her core.
âTell me,â she huffs, a sly smile on her face as she props herself up on her elbows. âAm I better? Or is Nayeon still the best?â
You caress the swell of her ass. âBaby⊠I think youâll be the best fuck Iâll have in a while.â
Itâs almost cruel: the way you kinda just start thrusting without any warning. She likes it though, and you only know because she possesses the bluntness to do so.
âGod youâre fucking big.â And her ass ripples with each thrust you deliver into that slick little pussy of herâs. âFuck⊠How does Nayeon even manage you?â
(The thing you like about her is how she asks a question like it was some sort of objective statement â not a rhetorical question, just something for you to respond to.)
You fuck her harder in response to that, kinda push yourself all the way into her. The tip of your cock slams against her cervix and her cries ring throughout your room. Your room fills with the sort of visceral sound one would associate with skin slapping against skin. There are definitely some more words to be shared during sex â the girl has a little more things she wants to get off her chest, but what the whole exchange boils down to is a back and forth of her gasping and crying out and saying youâre the best dick she'll ever get and you telling her you love the feel of her little cunt.
(It's really not like you're trying to prove something by being super rough. Yuna just happens to really, really like the feel of a thick cock pounding into her. Maybe Nayeon was right â her taking it from the back was a good idea.
Or maybe she's just a slut.
Who knows?)
"Yeah," you growl. You reach forward and grab a handful of her hair, pull her body against yours. "Take my cock baby."
"I can take it," she gasps, the breath knocked out of her. Her fingers curl against the bedsheets and she's just taking your cock. She's a lot easier to please than Nayeon â less stubborn about being in control, but also much, much more willing to please. "Oh God, fuck me, please..."
You slam deep inside her. Her body jerks forward and the sound that comes from her mouth is a mix between a cry and a gasp. "Please what?"
"Fuck me harder," she says. She's practically begging for it. "Make me cum. Please, please make me cum!"
Taking up her request is all you really wanna do. She didnât need to add the multiple pleads, but you took some pleasure in hearing it.
You grab ahold of her shoulders, pull her close till she's almost upright. "You're gonna cum around my dick," you growl. You start a series of rapid, hard thrusts and her body goes limp in your arms. "And you're gonna make a mess of yourself."
She nods frantically. She's a mess already, all sweaty and red. The sounds that leave her mouth are incoherent. With two fingers pressing hard and directly against her clit, you start circling on it, making her a complete fucking wreck in the middle of your room as you really try to get her off. There's a sweet spot you find after a moment â the pad of your digits slipping around the nub and her knees give, almost making her buckle until she's flat on her stomach on the bed, crying and shaking as you use her like a toy.
"Please... Fuck... Don't stop, oh God don't stop!" Her cries are like a prayer to you. You've never heard anything like it. You fuck her right through it, watching as her back arches and her legs twitch, until she's almost completely gone. There's only a little bit more left. She just needs a little extra push.
So you decide to go a little hard. You hold her by her hips, keep her legs shut, and thrust directly down onto her pussy with a force you'd only reserve for someone like Nayeon. Her eyes roll back in her head as you really take her like you've wanted to ever since you started; it's almost animalistic how you really try to get her to cum as hard as she can. You can almost feel her orgasm build up in her body. Her breathing grows shorter and more erratic and she's mewling in her throat â so close. You can taste it.
"You like my cock don't you?" You reach around, give her tits a squeeze. She almost cums from that.
"Yes," she whimpers. You know she's not playing the part â she genuinely wants your dick. "Please... Let me cum on your cock..."
(You donât admit it verbally, but you like it when girls beg. Nayeon never does, and itâs a novelty now that sheâs doing it.)
You hold her down with an arm on her lower back. Her head's to the side, hair plastered to her skin with sweat as you fuck her from behind. She's panting and whining, begging you for more; âplease please moreâ. You like that. It's cute. You wanna hear it. So you go harder. She screams into the sheets, but the sounds are muffled, but she's pretty loud nonetheless. It's good to see her let go like this, really let loose and not hold anything back. There's a fire that she ignites inside you. "Fuck..."
It's like a little fire that ignites and grows bigger, burns brighter with each thrust. She's so tight and so fucking wet; the wet sounds that accompany each thrust really turns you on. Your body feels so hot. There's this warmth that spreads across your entire body with every passing second. She moans and cries, whimpering as you nail her into the sheets.
Then there's this moment of clarity that hits her, and she looks back at you â she smiles, eyes half-lidded and she whispers something to you.
"Cum inside me," she says. She's shaking. "Please..."
Your rhythm grows sloppy as you edge closer and closer to the climax. Your cock feels like it's growing harder, bigger â there's this throb in it and your body's all tensed up. It feels like something inside you is going to snap, break loose and make you cum. It's not the best feeling in the world, but the way it grows stronger and stronger really makes your toes curl and your skin tingle.
And she's so beautiful like this: spread out for you, skin sweaty, cheeks red, and ass in the air as you fuck her. It's the best way you can ever imagine her â she looks like she belongs to you like this, her body a playground for your lust, and she wants it just as much as you do. There's a mutual feeling between the two of you.
The pleasure comes and it hits you like a train. It feels like something inside your balls tighten and then snap and then there's this euphoria that envelopes you. You feel your cock pulse with every burst of semen that spurts from the head. Yuna cries as her pussy gets filled and filled, until it's running out and dripping from her cunt, but you can't stop fucking her. You want to feel that sweet, sweet release, to see how long it will go, to really enjoy this moment. She feels amazing, and your heart pounds and you want her so badly. You need her.
She cums â It's a hard, shuddering orgasm that wracks her body. She cums and she screams for you, and she makes a mess of herself as promised. It's really fucking hot â the way she completely loses her composure and her legs shudder violently as you pound her pussy through it all, soaking in the perverted pleasure she brings you while you fuck her freshly-creamed pussy till your hips kinda give. You collapse on her, panting and grunting on top of her while she struggles to breathe.
In this moment. She isnât like Nayeon in the slightest.
Sheâs a welcome change of pace.Â
***
âThinking back⊠There were signs in highschool that I probably ignored.â
And the water sloshes around as Yuna shifts a little in the bathtub. Sheâs found it to her liking to prop herself up against you, let her head rest against your shoulder while you hold her close to your chest. Youâll admit that itâs a bit of an awkward arrangement, but there was no way you could just not indulge her after she asks to take a bath with you.Â
âThe worst part is that they werenât even, like, subtle,â she tells you, just sort of staring out into the distance while she talked. âHeâd punch things when he got angry, even slapped a referee after he lost a game⊠Love is blind huh?â
You held her a little closer to your chest. âItâs okay. We all make mistakes.â
âYeah, well, my mistakes left me with no physical scars but the emotional ones are plenty.â
You hope she canât see you grimace. Itâs hard to recover from these types of things, especially if you realise the stupidity behind your decisions.
âIâm sorry that happened to you,â you tell her, and you really mean it. âIt must be difficult⊠You know: recovering.â
The front of her lips curve up. âThanks. I try not to let it weigh me down too much but⊠Just kinda happens to come out every now and then.â
You get it, you really do. Not that youâve been in an abusive relationship like hers before, but you understand what itâs like. Itâs sad really: being unable to break out of a cycle that hurts you the more you try to stay and change it. You admire the young girlâs strength, envy her courage for finally breaking the cycle and freeing herself for good.Â
âYouâre safe now,â you whisper, moving some wet hair out of her face. âI will never hurt you. I promise.â
She smiles at that. âThank you,â she says while pinching your cheek, âthat means a lot to me.â
Then you bask in the silence for a little, taking in the smell of the bath salts and the feel of Yunaâs soft skin against yours. Itâs a pretty romantic moment till Yunaâs bluntness breaks it.
âIâm, like, really wet,â she announces, gazing up at you from her position on your shoulder. You laugh.Â
âDidnât you just cum?â
âGood things come in threes.â
She fixes you with a look, like she knows that youâre gonna give in.
(And you know what? Sheâs absolutely right. Canât say no to a pretty girl.)
***
âWell hello to you too.â
Nayeon sounds almost angry on the other side of the video call. On your end, you have your phoneâs back camera pointed to the current situation: Yuna atop of you, thighs locked around your cock as her hips rock up and down steadily. Her thighs are warm, pillowy; makes you grit your teeth while she moves languidly.
âNayeon!â Yuna exclaims, almost too saccharine as she keeps her eyes locked on yours. âWe were just thinking of you.â
She isnât lying. Just moments before her call came, you two were making a joke about how sheâd never let you get away with as much as Yuna did. It was a pretty humorous conversation, almost comedic if it wasnât for the fact that Yuna was tugging your sweats down your thighs.Â
But, there she was, still moving in your lap. Yuna leans forward, hands planted on your chest as she continues to rock her hips, ass bouncing a little against your thighs.
You can hear a scoff from Nayeon.
Yuna turns her head to the screen, eyes looking at the phone but her hands still pushing on your chest, fingers flexing. "We really were," she whines, lips jutted into a pout. You watch her as her lips curl into a small smirk just a second later, her teeth peeking out, and you can feel your face grow warm when she looks back at you.
"Tell her what we were talking about," she orders, her voice soft but firm.
"Um...we were just, umâ" you stutter out, and your throat goes dry as her hips keep going, her thigh muscles clenching around you.
"Go on."
"We were...just, uh, talking about how you're not here," you finally manage to get out.
"Aww, baby...â Nayeon is smiling. Itâs sarcasm by the way; she's enjoying this as much as Yuna is.
Yuna's pout returns. "See, Nayeon?" She continues to roll her hips against you. "We were thinking of you,â she reiterates, making sure she has your eye contact while she fucks you with her heavenly thighs, âI know it's not fair that you aren't here, but heâs just so fucking hard⊠Someone had to do something about it.â
Nayeon gives a snort. âYou two are lucky Iâm not alone in my room right now.â
âAnd what would happen if you were?â Yuna challenges. You donât recall her being this daring.
âPlaying with myself, obviously,â the older girl replies. âYou think Iâd just watch you get him off with your thighs? I barely let that boy dominate me.â
Yuna chuckles and smiles your way.
âWhat a horrible situation,â she whispers, moving a little faster. âLuckily Iâm here to pamper him.â
âAnd heâd better enjoy it while it lasts,â Nayeon smirks. âWhen Iâm home heâsââ
Yuna cuts her off by hanging up. You stare wide-eyed in shock as she tosses the phone aside. âToo noisy. I canât multitask,â she explains. âCall her back later. Letâs get back to it.â
With that, Yuna leans over you, her chest pressed to yours as she gives a slow grind in your lap, her hips moving in a figure eight. Your head rolls back, and you release a loud, drawn-out groan. Her thighs are so smooth against your cock, so warm, so soft. You wish you could bury your face in between them. The way her hips move is incredible; she knows what she wants, knows how to work you.
You try to sit up, but Yuna pushes you back down by your chest. Her lips curve into a smile, and she shakes her head.
"Stay down," she whispers, "you don't wanna ruin this, do you?"
"No."
"Then stay still. I'll make it quick."
Quick is an understatement. She's barely rocking her hips in your lap, but with how soft her thighs are, and the way they grip you like a vice, you know it'll probably be over sooner or later. You make a note to try and make this last for as long as you can. Yuna leans over you again, hands on your chest as she gives a rough buck of her hips. Your head snaps back and you let out a loud groan. She continues to grind against you, slowly, making sure to hit every sensitive part of your cock. You reach up to grab her hips, but she slaps your hands away.
"No touching," she tuts. "Let me do the work. You relax."
Your lips open to protest. She shushes you with a finger.Â
"Own me later," she whispers, sliding the finger down to the point where your collar bones meet. "Let me take care of you now."
You gulp, nodding.
Yuna's hands settle back on your chest, nails dragging across your skin, making you shiver. She's looking at you with those doe eyes, those pretty pink lips curled into a smirk as her hips pick up pace. The friction is incredible; Yuna's thighs feel like silk wrapped around your cock, warm and soft; the way they're clamped around you has you seeing stars. Your breath hitches in your throat when Yuna moves faster.
(And another thing about her: sheâs so fucking good at pleasuring you that she always makes you lose your ability to think.)
"Fuck..." You moan, throwing your head back. "Feels so good..."
She smiles at that, giving a small hum of approval. "Does it?" She asks. "Good."
You look up at her, watching her roll her hips. She's really putting in work, moving in all sorts of ways to make sure you're feeling the most pleasure. It's not lost on you; she's an angel, and you thank every god there is for having her. Your cock throbs between her thighs, aching. The head is flushed red and leaking precum, which smears all over Yuna's thighs as she keeps moving. Your toes curl in the sheets, fingers gripping the fabric as she rides you.
Yuna continues to roll her hips, giving a few rough bucks when she feels like it. You're groaning and moaning under her, letting out all kinds of sounds that make her chuckle. She's having fun teasing you, getting you close to orgasm only to slow down and watch your face contort with pleasure.
"Don't cum yet," she says softly, running her hands over your chest. "We just started."
"I-I know," you reply, breathless. "But I...fuck..."
Yuna giggles. "That good?"
"Yeah. Fuck⊠don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby."
You throw your head back, your hips twitching under hers. Yuna chuckles, keeping her thighs locked around you. Your cock aches, throbbing between them as she moves; precum drips onto her legs, which only makes the slide easier for her. You're starting to sweat; your body's temperature rises with each passing moment, the feeling of her thighs overwhelming you. Yuna's so warm against you, so soft and pliable; you can't help but imagine her underneath you, moaning and writhing as you fuck her. The thought has you bucking your hips up into her, causing her to gasp.
"Someone's eager," Yuna teases, running a hand through her hair. "What's going through your head?"
You groan in response, your hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips. "Nothing," you lie.
She snorts, knowing full well what's on your mind.
"Liar." She rocks her hips forward. "What are you thinking about?"
You gaze at her for a moment. "If I said you... Would you believe me?"
She rolls her eyes. "Wouldn't put it past you," she stops moving for a bit to give you the attention. "What are you doing to me in your head?"
"I never saidâ"
"Please," she interjects "We both know you want to bend me over the nearest fucking surface and fuck my brains out right now."
Her thighs start moving again. Your head falls back and a moan escapes you.
"Can you blame me?" You say. She smiles.
"No, not really. I am pretty hot anyway."
(Thereâs that little bit of Nayeon in her.)
You nod. "You're so fucking good to me." You manage to get out.
Yuna chuckles. "Wanna know something?"
"What?"
"I love the way you feel between my thighs," she tells you. "And I love how you sound when I'm making you feel good. I want to hear more of it."
With that, she leans forward, pressing her lips to yours. Her hips keep moving, rolling against you at an agonizing pace, causing you to moan against her mouth. She's quite literally giving you everything you want, injecting some mischief here and there that makes it feel like Nayeon possesses her sporadically. She's more gentle though, more kind and more caring too. Okay, not that Nayeon doesn't care, but she's kinda ruthless when she's horny. Yuna's much more caring, and a lot more willing to be a pillow princess. She likes being pampered. She likes being loved on and adored. She wants to be fucked and she wants to be taken care of. It's a mutual feeling between the two of you. You'll worship her, and she'll love you for it.
Yuna pulls away from the kiss, moving to your neck. She gives it a few open-mouthed kisses, nipping at your skin. You sigh, letting your head fall back. She continues to rock her hips against yours, grinding down onto your cock. Her hands slide up your chest, nails digging into your skin, eliciting a gasp from you.Â
Yuna chuckles, kissing up your neck to your ear. "You're so big," she whispers. "So fucking thick... Feels so good."
You groan, fingers gripping her hips.
"You like that?" She asks. "Like me talking about your cock?"
You nod.
"I love it," and she talks with a purr. "Love how it feels inside me... How deep it goes... How hard it throbs..." She whispersâno. Moans all this right into your ear. "Fuck... I really want this thing inside me right now."
"Later," you quickly propose. "Please?"
She laughs â sweet and melodic. "Never said that I would put it inside of me," she reminds you. "Now, you zip up and make a mess for me, okay?"
You moan in response, nodding your head. You can't deny her, not when she's making you feel this good.
Yuna keeps moving against you, her thighs clenching around your cock. She moves slowly, her hips rolling at an agonizing pace. Your cock is aching; you can feel yourself getting closer to your climax with each passing second. Your eyes are glued to her thighs, watching them move. She looks so good on top of you. Her hips are hypnotic; your mind spins as she fucks you.
Your eyes move up to her face. Her eyes are closed, lips parted slightly as she focuses on her movements. Her hands are still on your chest, fingers flexing. Her breathing is heavy, warm breath fanning over your skin. You take in her beauty, letting it consume you. She's so fucking perfect, so angelic. Hard to believe how much of a slut she can be.
"I'm close," you manage to get out. "Yuna..."
She smiles. "Go ahead, baby."
"Don't wanna make a mess." You say.
Yuna giggles, her hips picking up pace. "Too late for that."
That's what sends you over the edge.Â
You cum; itâs fucking messy.Â
Cum fills the space between your dick and her thighs, slathering and flowing and spurting onto everything it can possibly get on. It slicks the insides of her legs; gets on her ass a little and pools beneath her crotch. Yuna hums in satisfaction, a smile on her face as she turns behind her to survey the damage.
âClean up on aisle four,â she mutters, reaching back to wipe some cum off her ass. She sends her fingers into her mouth â makes a big show of sucking them clean. You canât help but chuckle a little at the sight.
âHey,â you call her, your hands reaching down to grope her ass. âIâm planning to change the sheets tomorrow.â
She gives you a look. âAre you saying that cause youâre actually going to? Or because you just want to fuck me right now.â
Oh and sheâs perceiving you almost too accurately. You wonât admit your answer, even to yourself.Â
âI dunno,â you shrug. âEither way: weâll have to change the sheets.â
Yuna matches your game.
âCall Nayeon back,â she instructs. âLetâs show her what sheâs missing.â
***
Again: Nayeon just kinda chooses when and where to be a bit of a minx, and you just have to roll with it really.
The decisionâfor todayâwas made somewhere halfway through the drive to fetch Yuna. You were just talking about how Nayeon had picked that girl up, and her voice trails off as she passes the exit sign. She just keeps on driving while pretending to look like sheâs in the right. The GPS doesnât lie though: it keeps on promoting her to U-turn at every opportunity thatâs available to her. She ignores it of course, kinda tunes it out even though the instructions are really getting annoying now (and not to mention it sounds like itâs demanding her to go back this instant, like a mum who just canât get her kid to listen). Itâs like how she ignores you lately.
âSheâs probably gonna think we crashed or something,â you muse, lurching in your seat a little as she takes a left. âWeâre like, what, fifteen minutes late or something?â
âNah,â Nayeon quickly refutes. She stops to let a BMW swerve around the corner before she gently taps on the gas. âSheâs probably still packing her things,â the turning signal clicks at a steady tempo, stops after she takes the 3rd exit on the roundabout, âmaybe even settling a bit of her make up or whatever.â
This is the most sheâs spoken since her return.
You hazard a glance at the GPS. The blue line leading you back to your intended destination only grows longer, sometimes glitching a little as the turn of Nayeonâs car gives it the illusion that youâre heading back when sheâs really just turning into a one way street. You canât tell if she knows where sheâs going or if sheâs just throwing out random bullshit.
âDonât look at me like that,â she grumbles, casting a rather nasty glance your way. âIâm just taking a shortcut. Thatâs all.â
(Is it not painfully obvious where this is going?)
And a few minutes later, sheâs got you gritting your teeth in the backseat of her car. No smug remarks from her â she has your balls in her mouth and sheâs getting real sloppy in some alley sheâs parked in. You donât know where to begin, where to find solid reasoning for what youâre witnessing and feeling right now. Itâs pretty fucking asinine (and she probably knows that it is) and damn straight goes against all branches of logic. In no world does she have a valid reason for being this horny at 11am on a Saturday.
(Actually, thereâs one reason: she just feels like it.)
âYou do know that weâre both astronomically fucked if anyone so much as glances our way.â Youâre ashamed to admit that this actually has you hissing, partly out of annoyance and partly out of pleasure. âYouâre fucking ridiculous. I hope you know that.â
Nayeon spits on your cock. Her hands close into a fist around your shaft, her eyes almost empty as she spreads her saliva in a close to even layer over you. âAre you quite done?â She asks. The emptiness in her voice is kinda scary. It makes her sound exasperated, like sheâs sick of your reasonings. âYou know, you talk an awful lot for someone who literally writhes when I quite fucking literally touch your cock. Donât act tough on me. We both know who you are. We both know youâre my toy.â
Figuring out if this is part of the bit is the hardest part of your predicament. She plays too much as of late: with her eyes, her tone, her facial expressions⊠Sometimes it makes you wonder if she really keeps you around just to satisfy her cock cravings or if she really wants you around. Ever since sheâs gotten back, it feels like sheâs been fucking you and Yuna with nothing but pure hate. You feel it in her eyes, in the violent buck of her hips when she rides you or even in the way she spanks Yuna with a little too much glee. It confounds you; admittedly: youâre petrified of the possibility that sheâs straight up jealous of how your relationship with Yunaâs been going since she roped her into this mess.
You canât help it. You need to know.
You grab her by the wrist, a little harder than youâd like but itâll have to do. âStop,â and you donât mean to be assertive, but itâs all you can summon now. âI need you to answer me honestly.â
In the passenger-side seat, Nayeon fixes her gaze on yours. She tries to struggle from your grasp; you keep a firm grip.
âWhat are we?â you ask, straightforward; direct. Youâve been with Yuna enough times to know that thisâll elicit an honest response from her. âCause it just feels like Iâm just your piece of meat to fuck and own. We donât talk, you donât even look at me when we go to sleep⊠What are we Nayeon?â
And it makes her freeze. Your sincerity is scary to her â ropes her into your thoughts more than you usually do. Sheâs silent, face blanker than paper. Her fingers on the hand that youâve got in your grasp curl a little. âWeâre just fuck buddies⊠Thatâs all.â
You just stare at her for a second, soak in the weight of that statement. âThen why does it feel like youâre jealous of Yuna?â
âIâm not. What are you evenâŠâ You can tell sheâs surprised â her eyes do that thing where they widen, and then she blinks. Your question is loaded to her: it catches her in a place where sheâs made privy to the fact that her emotions are more out there and perceptible than sheâd like.
You raise an eyebrow. âCome on⊠We both know thatâs not true.â
Her plump lips purse. She looks away for a moment.
âAnd what would you do if I said I was jealous?â she raises. âKick her out? Stop fucking her?â
She raises a valid argument. Frankly, you didnât bring this up with the end goal of sorting this out. You just wanted the older girl to accept her emotions, maybe acknowledge that itâs a little petty and then kinda just move on. Of course, nothing with Nayeon is ever really that simple.
âYouâre the one that brought her into this,â you remind her, partly because you feel like she isnât acknowledging her fault in this situation and partly because you have nothing else to say.
She rips her hand away. âSo itâs my fault then?â
âWhat?â you sit up a little in your seat. âNo. Thatâs not what Iâm saying.â
âThen what are you saying?â
Her eyes sear your soul with her frustration. This hurts her more than you think. âIâm saying weâre both a little guilty here,â you clarify. âWe both have a part to play in how you feel, so maybe we should just talk this out.â
She goes quiet. Too quiet considering the circumstance.
âLater.â She decides. âI think better with a load inside of me.â
***
So to reiterate: they're similar but kinda different.Â
âJesus⊠Did you really have to get it on my dress?â Nayeonâs clearly pissed. The wet wipe in her hand rubs at the stain of her dress furiously, as if the aggressive motion will kinda just get it out magically. Yuna retires into your arms, her sweat-matted hair sticking to your chest a little. The syntax behind how you got to this point is more complicated that youâd care to elaborate on, but letâs just say: Nayeon was happier a second agoâŠ
(Okay but to be fair: her dress was in the way when you pulled out. So itâs like, half your fault, but you like to play the victim.)
âRelax,â Yuna assures her senior. âItâll wash right off.â
Nayeon clicks her tongue in annoyance. âYou stop defending him. He knows what heâs done.â
Yuna giggles. She smiles up at you. âYeah⊠He does.â
They donât know it, but theyâve got a pretty good dynamic going: Mother-daughter; Spicy and Sweet; Sour Cream and Onion. They contrast, diverge; but they compliment each other almost perfectly.Â
(Itâs no family reunion; but itâs dinner and diatribes from here on out.)
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Hope you will be full of joy and fulfill your dreams next year!
Anyway! This is lokwey the start of a series where I just kinda explore more filthy and complicated things, stuff thatâs just not quite right but somehow works. I wonât be following the same idols and people, so this isnât exactly an interlinked series. Hard to explain but you guys can just come to your own conclusions really.
~Nichu
#kpop#smut#im nayeon#nayeon#twice nayeon#twice smut#nayeon smut#shin yuna#itzy yuna#itzy smut#itzy yuna smut
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Hello can we have more sad pathetic ex könig please đđŸ
Heâs on his hands and knees, liebe. Please.
Letâs think about why you broke up with him, yes?
I think that once he gets close to you, heâs clingy. Heâs not used to being close to someone in this way. And it can make himâŠ. A little volatile at times, emotionally.
What I mean is that he straight up cries sometimes when you pull away to get some space. Itâs not a manipulation tactic or anything, he just loves to be near you and it shocks his system whenever you want to be on your own, in any small way. And it just gets to be too much for you to deal with, maybe he snaps a little about itâ accuses you of not really loving him, if youâre going to withhold affection like that. And you donât appreciate that at all.
He didnât think his little outburst through, of course. It was an impulsive thing. He regrets it almost immediately, and even more when you storm out on him. If he felt deprived before, heâs fucking destitute now.
König isnât a boastful sort of man, but he does have his own pride, much as he seems to forget it when youâre around. So there is a period when you donât hear from himâ heâs a fucking colonel in a private military, heâs not going to beg just because some girl is giving him the cold shoulder.
Until he is. Because he forgot how cold the world seems without you next to him. He lasts a few weeks, maybe a month or two if heâs kept busy with work before the parting is unbearable to him.
It starts quite sensibly. He calls, apologizes (which is agonizing, he fucking hates calling people), and asks if youâll give him another chance.
Youâll tell him youâll think about it, but your tone seems to indicate that youâre not so keen on the idea.
He manages a few days of waiting before the gifts start. The man is desperate, liebe, bitteâ if youâd only give him a chance, he could be so good to you. So much better. He knows what he did wrong! Doesnât that time you two shared mean anything? Just let him prove it, let him prove what a good boy he can beâ
They start tame. Flowers, teddy bears, German chocolate. Then they get a little more extravagant. Awkwardly so. Starting at 14 karat and only increasing.
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ââ àšà§ !ăMIDNIGHT COMPANY
chris sturniolo x reader
SUMMARY: While filming a car video, the triplets witness a girl - Y/N - arguing with her boyfriend. When he smashes her phone and leaves her alone at midnight in the middle of a random parking lot, Chris steps in.
WARNING: Toxic relationship, yelling, fighting, being hurt physically and emotionally, manipulation, panicking.
REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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Y/N didn't meant for things to end up like that.
She really didn't.
She was just walking alongside her boyfriend through the Target aisles, her eyes darting nervously between the shelves and the floor.
But she should know better. He had already been irritated when they left the apartment - something about her taking too long to get ready - and now, every move she made felt like a mistake.
"Stick close." Her boyfriend had muttered, his voice low but firm. His eyes darted around the store, scanning the aisles of brightly colored products with an air of impatience. "I donât want to spend all night in here."
Y/N nodded quickly, her throat dry.
"Okay."
They made their way down the main aisle, her boyfriend grabbing a few items and putting them into the cart with little regard. It was always like that; he made the decisions, and she just agreed and moved on.
He paused at the end of that same aisle, scanning the shelves with a discerning eye. She lingered a few steps behind, observing.
He grabbed a box of granola bars from the shelf, tossing it into the cart with a louder thud. She winced at the sound, her stomach knotting with unease.
"Why are you standing there? Do you see the cereal we get?" He asked, his tone clipped.
Her throat tightened. She scanned the shelves frantically, her eyes moving over the rows of colorful boxes. She wasnât sure if it was the green box or the blue one.
"Um, I think..." She started, reaching hesitantly toward one of the options.
"Donât think. Look." He snapped, already sounding exasperated.
Her hand faltered, and she pulled it back. Her heart was pounding, and her palms had grown clammy against the leather strap of her purse. She wanted to go home.
They turned into the household goods section, where shelves were lined with glass containers, picture frames, and other fragile items. Her boyfriend stopped abruptly, examining a set of drinking glasses with a critical eye.
"Do you think these match the ones we already have?" He asked, holding up a box with pretty crystal wine glasses.
Y/N hesitated, unsure if he wanted an answer or was just thinking out loud.
"I-I think so."
Her boyfriend sighed, setting the box down with a clatter.
"Youâre not even paying attention."
"I am." She said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper, desperately searching for his free hand. "I promise."
"Whatever." He muttered, letting her squeeze his fingers once before dropping hers, moving on.
Y/N quickly followed, trying to stay out of his way, her eyes fixed on his tall figure, crossing her hands in front of her body and forcing her brain to pay more attention to anything he touched or pointed out. She couldn't risk him thinking that she didn't care.
As she passed by one of the shelves, her purse brushed against a precariously balanced display of small vases. Time seemed to slow as the first vase teetered, then fell, hitting the shelf below it and sending a chain reaction through the display.
Crash!
The sound was deafening. Glass shattered across the floor, the pieces glinting under the white lights. Y/N froze, her breath catching in her throat. She stared at the mess, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest.
"Oh my god. Are you serious?" Her boyfriend hissed under his breath.
She dropped to her knees instinctively, trembling as she tried to gather the pieces with her bare hands.
"Iâm sorry." She whispered, her voice trembling and desperate.
"You're fucking nbelievable." He muttered under his breath, loud enough for her to hear.
She stopped for a moment, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She wasnât crying because of the spilled glasses. It wasnât even about the moment itself. It was about the weight of knowing that every mistake she made was a reason for him to get tired of her. To leave her.
"Iâm sorry." She whispered, again and again, the words tumbling out of her mouth as though they might undo the damage. "Iâm so s-sorry."
But it wasnât just an apology. It was an instinctive response, born from the fear of making him feel any sort of negative emotion at all. She knew that he wouldnât brush this off, wouldnât laugh, and say it was no big deal. He would be mad, and she couldn't let him get mad at her. Not again.
She desperately wanted to shrink herself down into something more digestible for him at that moment. Something he could chew up, spit out, and discard - like gum.
A woman at the end of the aisle glanced over, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. A man on the opposite side peeked around the corner, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.
Y/Nâs face burned with humiliation. She felt their stares on her, for sure, full of judgment. Her hands fumbled over the shards, shaking too hard to pick them up properly.
Her boyfriend crouched down beside her, his expression now unusually calm. His hand landed on her shoulder, but the grip was firm, bordering on painful.
"Y/N, honey, stop. Youâre going to hurt yourself."
"Iâm sorry." She whispered again, the tears on her eyes starting to burn her orbs with the force she used to stop the drops from escaping. She couldnât let him see her break. Sheâd learned the hard way that crying only made him angrier.
"Stop it." He said more firmly, moving his hand through her arm, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from the glass. He looked up at the people looking back at them and forced a polite, almost apologetic smile. "Sheâs... a little clumsy. Always has been. Right, honey? I know you didnât mean to. You canât help it, can you?"
Y/N stiffened, her stomach churning. She forced her head to move up and down, the movement coming out almost robotic.
"Youâre just... distracted. All the time." He continued, his smile cold and tight. "Thatâs why these things happen. You canât focus."
She wanted to argue, to tell him that she wasnât some careless mess, but the words died in her throat. What good would it do?
"Here." He said, taking an empty cardboard box near them and shoving the pieces to the side with it, taking it all out of the way. "There. Fixed. See?"
She nodded, swallowing hard.
"Now, get up."
She stood, her knees wobbling slightly as she adjusted the strap of her purse. He grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her skin.
"Itâs okay." He continued, speaking louder now so the others could hear. "She just gets a little overwhelmed sometimes. Donât worry, weâll take care of this."
The man at the end of the aisle nodded, giving her boyfriend a small, understanding smile. The woman pursed her lips and turned away, muttering something about how 'accidents happen'.
"Letâs go." He said through clenched teeth as he started walking toward the exit.
"But-"
"No." His voice was low, but the warning was clear. He smiled tightly at the few remaining onlookers as he dragged her past them.
Her face burned with humiliation, but she kept quiet, her eyes glued to the floor. His grip tightened when her feet seemed to disobey her brain, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out.
The automatic doors slid open, and the cool night air rushed over her, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her head. Her boyfriendâs pace didnât slow, his hand still gripping her skin as he led her toward the parking lot.
Her heart was pounding, her thoughts spiraling into chaos. She felt like a child being scolded, small and powerless, her voice locked somewhere deep inside her throat.
When they reached the car, he finally let go of her arm, shoving her away as if she were a piece of garbage. She stumbled slightly, catching herself against the side of the car, waiting for whatever came next.
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From the other side of their spot in the parking lot, the triplets were parked, their van slightly away from the main entrance. It was Wednesday night, and they were filming their weekly video, the interior of the van alive with yells and laughter.
"... No, seriously, people do that sometimes." Chris said, turning slightly towards Matt while trying to prove his point. "Patches O'Houlihan, he did that."
Matt scoffed, looking at him with an 'are you serious?' look.
"From Dodgeball? The fictional character?" He laughed incredulously, looking at Nick through the rearview, ready for another weird thing to come out of Chris's mouth.
Nick's attention, however, wasnât on him - or them, for that matter. It was on the world outside. He always had a habit of scanning his surroundings, probably in a way of caring for himself and his brothers.
As Chris kept going, earning a loud groan from Matt, Nickâs eyes caught movement across the parking lot, almost exactly in front of their van. Near one of the parked cars, a couple stood in the golden glow of a streetlamp.
Nickâs stomach twisted. Something about the way the guy loomed over the girl, his gestures sharp and erratic, immediately set off alarm bells. The girl was visibly distressed, her arms crossed over her chest, her posture shrinking with every second.
Without thinking, Nick leaned forward and slapped Chris on the shoulder, interrupting him.
"Nick, what the-" Chris began, turning sharply, his annoyance evident.
"Shut up." Nick hissed, his voice low but firm, cutting through Chrisâs protest. He nodded toward the couple. "Look."
Chris frowned but followed Nickâs gaze, his expression shifting from irritation to curiosity and then to concern. Matt, who had been in the middle of adjusting his hoodie, leaned closer to the windshield.
"Whatâs going on?" Matt asked, his voice quieter now.
Nick didnât answer, instead reaching for the button to lower his window, easing it down. A faint, angry voice carried into the van, growing clearer as the manâs yelling intensified.
"... do you even understand how embarrassing you are?"
The girl stood frozen, her arms clutching her sides as though trying to hold herself together. Her head was bowed, her hair shielding her face from the world. She didnât respond, didnât dare to look up, and that only seemed to fuel his anger.
"What the fuck?" Matt muttered, leaning forward slightly to get a better look, his eyes glued to the scene.
"You think Iâm joking?" He snapped, stepping closer to her. "You think I enjoy having every pair of eyes in that store on me because you canât manage to walk without causing a damn scene?" The man continued, stepping closer to her.
Her response was so soft that it barely reached the tripletsâ ears.
"Iâm sorry..."
"Sorry?" The man laughed bitterly. "Youâre always sorry. Youâre sorry when you spill coffee, youâre sorry when you trip over your own feet, and now youâre sorry for knocking over half a shelf like a goddamn child?"
The girl flinched at his words, biting her bottom lip while taking a small - almost imperceptible - step back.
Chris tensed after watching her reaction, his jaw tightening.
"This guyâs a piece of-"
"Chris, shush." Matt snapped, his voice low.
"I told you before, didnât I? Stop acting like a fool every time weâre out in public. This is for your own good." The man spat.
"I didnât mean to-" She started, but he cut her off quickly.
"Shut up!" He barked, his voice echoing across the lot. She shrank back, her body trembling. "You know better than to talk back to me." He growled, taking another step closer.
"I wasnât-"
"Stop talking!" He barked, his voice echoing across the empty lot probably louder than intended. "Every time you open your mouth, you make it worse. Do you even understand that? Or are you too stupid to figure it out?"
Tears accumulated inside her eyeballs, shining below the lights.
"Look, Iâll call an Uber, okay?" Y/N murmured, her voice cracking. "You can go home and calm down. Please."
"Oh, youâll call an Uber? Sure, letâs waste more of my money on your screw-ups." The manâs laugh was sharp and bitter.
She reached into her purse, her hands shaking as she pulled out her phone, unlocking it and trying to search for tha app, being harshly interrupted when the man snatched the device from her grip with such force that she stumbled.
Chris shifted uncomfortably, his fists clenched on his lap.
"Do we step in?"
"I don't think we should, not right now." Nick whispered.
"Give it back. Please, baby." She asked, her voice weak, trembling.
"Why? So you can text your little friends about what a terrible boyfriend I am?" He sneered, holding the phone high above his head.
Y/N's mouth dropped open, her wet eyes widening as if he had just committed the worst crime.
"Baby, please." She begged, her tears now falling freely, causing her voice to break. "I would never ever do that. I love you so much, you know that, right?"
He ignored her. With a single, violent motion, he hurled the phone to the ground. The sound of glass and plastic shattering against the pavement echoed in the silence.
She recoiled as though the blow had landed on her instead of the device, a squeak involuntarily escaping from her mouth. Her arms wrapped tighter around herself as she stared at the broken pieces. Her whole life, broken.
"Should've had taken that shit from you sooner." The man spat, shaking his head. "Pathetic. Canât do anything right."
Matt and Nick exchanged horrified glances through the rearview, Chris's face pale by their side.
"P-please, don't leave me here, baby. I love you, I'm so sorry." The girl begged, gluing her hands in a praying gesture in front of her body. "I promise I'll do better."
"I can't even look at your face right now." The man shook his head. "I need some time, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer before storming off to the driver-side of his car, slamming the door and speeding out of the lot, tires screeching against the asphalt.
Y/N stood frozen, her trembling figure illuminated by the lights and the moon.
Chris didnât think. One second, he was staring at her, and the next, his hand was on the van door handle, yanking it open.
"Chris!" Matt hissed from the driverâs seat. "What are you doing?"
"Chris- what the fuck?!" Nick added, his voice urgent but not loud enough to stop him.
But Chris couldnât wait. He couldnât sit there any longer, watching this girl suffer alone.
He bolted from the van, the cool night air hitting him like a slap, but he barely noticed. His long strides carried him across the parking lot, his heart pounding not from his pace but from pure urgency.
"Oh my god, he's crazy!" Mattâs groan echoed from behind him, but it was distant, like background noise.
He didnât stop. He couldnât stop.
The closer he got, the more his stomach churned. Her face was streaked with tears, her cheeks blotchy and raw from crying. But she wasnât just crying. She was panicking. He could see it in the way her hands trembled uncontrollably, and in the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps.
Chris slowed as he approached her, not wanting to startle her. She was staring at the exit of the parking lot, her wide, unfocused and tear-filled eyes locked on the gate arm as though it was the only thing anchoring her to the ground.
"Hey." He said softly, his voice gentle but firm.
She flinched, her head snapping up, and her gaze locked on him as she took a step back. For a moment, she looked utterly terrified, and Chris's throat tightened.
He quickly held his hands up, palms out, trying to show her he wasnât a threat.
"Hey, hey, itâs okay." He said quickly. "I just... I saw what happened, and I wanted to check if youâre okay."
Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, a fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks. She shook her head, taking another step back, her back almost hitting the metal post of the streetlight.
"You donât have to be scared." Chris said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "Iâm not going to hurt you, I swear. I just want to help."
She looked at him again, her watery eyes studying his face as though trying to figure out if he was lying.
Chris took a cautious step closer, keeping his movements slow.
"Youâre shaking." He said gently. "It's freezing out here. Can I... can I give you my hoodie?"
She blinked at him, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Why?" She croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Because itâs cold, and youâre upset, and Iâd feel better if you werenât standing out here like this." Chris said honestly, shrugging off his hoodie - ignoring how the hairs on his arm fully stood up with the cold air - and holding it out to her.
She hesitated, her eyes darting from his face to the piece of clothing, then back again.
"Itâs okay." Chris reassured her. "You donât have to take it, but I promise itâs clean. And warm."
After what felt like an eternity, she slowly reached out and took the hoodie from him. Her hands were trembling so much that she almost dropped it, but she managed to pull it to her chest, pressing it against her covered skin.
"Thank you." She mumbled, her voice shaky.
Chris exhaled a breath he hadnât realized he was holding.
"Of course. Whatâs your name?" He asked in a soft tone. "I'm Chris."
She blinked her eyes at him, frowning, clearly surprised by the question.
"Y-Y/N." She said hesitantly.
"Y/N." He repeated, offering her a small, reassuring smile. "Itâs really nice to meet you... Um, do you want to sit down? You look like you need a second."
She looked around the parking lot again before nodding slowly, and Chris gestured to the curb nearby. He waited until she sat down before taking a seat a few feet away, giving her space but staying close enough that she wouldnât feel alone.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
"Iâm fine." She finally said - even though it wasn't what Chris was expecting to hear, her voice cutting through the silence, hoarse and shaky.
Chris tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing.
"I donât think you are."
"I am." She insisted, but her voice cracked on the words, betraying her.
Chris turned his face slightly to the side to meet her eyes, curving his upper body, trying to make himself seem less imposing.
"I know you donât know me. Well, only my name now." He said softly. "But I can tell youâre not fine. And thatâs okay. You donât have to be. Not after that."
She bit her lower lip hard, and for a second, Chris thought she might break down again. But instead, she straightened her spine, her trembling hands wiping at her tear-streaked face.
"It's not as bad as it looked. He was just angry." She said quietly, almost as if she was saying that to herself. "Itâs not his fault. I... I messed up."
Chrisâs heart sank at her words.
"You didnât mess up." He said firmly, his voice laced with conviction.
She shook her head, her hands gripping the fabric of his hoodie tightly.
"I did. I dropped something, broke it, actually. It was stupid, and it drew attention to us, and... and he doesnât like that. He was just trying to make me understand."
Chris stared at her, his chest tightening painfully.
"Thatâs not okay." He said softly. "No one should treat you like that, no matter what happened."
"You donât understand." She said, her voice rising slightly as she hugged herself tighter. "He just... he gets frustrated sometimes, but itâs because he cares. He doesnât mean to be mean."
Chrisâs jaw clenched, a mix of anger and sadness boiling inside him.
"Love isnât supposed to be like that, Y/N." He said gently. "Itâs not supposed to hurt you and leave you standing in a parking lot crying, shaking, and alone."
Her eyes filled with fresh tears again, and she looked away, staring at the ground as if she couldnât bear to meet his gaze.
"You donât know him." She whispered, shaking her head vehemently.
Chris wanted to scream, to grab her shoulders, and shake her until she understood that what she was describing wasnât love. It was control, manipulation, and abuse. But even though he had never helped a victim of a toxic and abusive relationship before, he knew he should keep his voice calm, so he did it, maintaining his tone soft and steady.
"Youâre right." He said. "I donât know him. But I know what I saw, and I can only imagine what it feels like to have someone make you think youâre the problem when youâre not."
Her head whipped toward him, her eyes narrowing.
"You donât know anything about me."
Chris held up his hands.
"Youâre right again. I donât. But Iâm not here to judge you. Iâm here because I want to help. No strings, no expectations. Just... let me help. I can't leave you alone here for the rest of the night."
She shook her head again, her hands trembling as she brushed her hair out of her face.
"I shouldnât even be talking to you about this. It isn't fair to him. Heâd be so heartbroken if he knew."
Chris watched her for a second too long.
"But you deserve to talk to someone." He finally said. "You deserve to feel safe."
"I am safe!" She snapped, her voice ringing out in the empty parking lot. The declaration sounded hollow, as if she was trying to convince herself more than him.
Chris took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second.
"I just want to help you." He said, his tone pleading. "Do you have someone you can call? A family member, a friend? You can use my phone-"
Her reaction was immediate and panicked. She shook her head furiously, her eyes wide with fear as her body tightened, seeming ready to stand up and run.
"No! No, I canât call anyone."
"Why not?" Chris asked gently, though his heart was racing, his eyes traveling quickly to his car where his brothers were before going back to Y/N. "Theyâd want to help you, just like I do."
"I said no!" She cried, her voice cracking. Her breathing was shallow and quick now, teetering on the edge of hyperventilation. "You donât understand. I canât just call someone. And you... you need to go. God, you shouldnât even be here."
Chris frowned, his brows knitting together.
"Please, Iâm just trying to-"
"You donât get it." She interrupted, her voice hushed but frantic. She glanced around the parking lot as though expecting her boyfriend to be there somewhere, watching them. "Heâs going to come back. And if he sees you here, if he thinks... you need to leave. Now."
Chrisâs stomach dropped at the sheer terror in her voice.
"Y/N, he won't hurt you in any type of way while I'm here with you. I can promise you that." He moved a bit closer again, careful not to make any sudden movement. "Let me do something for you. Anything, please."
"You canât." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "No one can. Please, just go. Heâs going to be here soon, and I-I canât let him see you."
She was holding onto that story like it was a lifeline, but the way her hands trembled and her breath hitched betrayed her doubt.
"What if he doesnât?" Chris asked gently. "What if heâs not coming back tonight?"
Her face fell for a brief moment before she quickly masked it, straightening up.
"He will." She said, though there was no conviction in her tone. "He always does."
Chris nodded, looking around dismissively.
"Okay. Maybe he will. But just in case... maybe you could let me help you. You donât have to trust me, I get that. I'm a stranger. But let me offer you something. A safe place to wait."
"I donât have anywhere to go." She admitted, her voice so quiet it was almost lost in the night air. "Just our house. And I don't think I should go back there now."
Chrisâs heart twisted at her words and how uncertain they sound, but he kept his expression neutral, careful not to show pity.
"Okay." He said softly. "Then maybe you can just... talk to me. You donât have to get in my car. We can sit out here. Iâll stay right here in the open where you can see me."
She hesitated, her eyes darting to the ground.
"Why do you care so much?"
Chris crossed his legs above the pavement, relaxing his posture further.
"Because I know what itâs like to feel like youâre on your own." He said simply. "And because I donât think anyone should have to go through something like this alone. You donât deserve that."
She hesitated, her gaze watching her hands above her thighs.
"I wonât call the police unless you want me to." Chris added. "I wonât push you to do anything you don't want to do. But you donât have to deal with this alone."
Her lip quivered, and she closed her eyes tightly, her voice barely a whisper.
"I donât even know what Iâd do."
Chrisâs heart ached for her, but he kept his tone steady.
"How about this." He said. "Iâll stay with you until you figure that out. If you want, I can take you to a hotel, or I can help you find somewhere else to stay for the night. But whatever you decide, Iâm not going to leave you here."
She was silent for a long time, her shoulders rising and falling with each shaky breath. Finally, she nodded, just once.
"Okay." She said.
Chris exhaled slowly, relief washing over him.
"Okay." He echoed.
For the first time that night, she looked at him fully, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and cautious hope.
He opened his widest smile in response, leaning back slightly with his palms against the curb behind his back and glancing up at the sky.
"You know." He started, his tone casual. "This isnât exactly the way I imagined spending my Wednesday night."
Her eyes scanned his face carefully, frowning, feeling like she was the one to destroy his day - or night.
"What do you mean?" She asked hesitantly, her voice hoarse.
Chris shrugged, being careful not to mention his career. He didn't want to overwhelm her.
"Well, usually on Wednesdays, Iâm sitting in my van with my brothers, arguing over who gets to pick the fast-food spot. Weâre probably debating something ridiculous, too."
That earned him the smallest, almost imperceptible twitch of her lips. It wasnât quite a smile, but it was something. It encouraged Chris to continue.
"My brothers are idiots, by the way." He said, his tone light. "Donât tell them I said that, though. They'll get big heads thinking I actually pay attention to their nonsense."
Her brow rose slightly, curiosity tugging at the edges of her expression, her body instinctively leaning towards him.
"What are they like?"
Chris chuckled, throwing his head to the side, laying his cheek against his shoulder and looking at her eyes.
"They're amazing. Weird, but amazing. They're so funny in their individual way, always making me laugh so hard that sometimes I feel like I could pass out."
This time, she let out a soft, breathy laugh, and Chris felt a flicker of warmth in his chest. It was small, but it was progress.
"Youâre close with them?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah." Chris said, nodding. "Itâs hard not to be when you all live and do everything together. But theyâre good guys. Annoying as hell, but good."
She looked down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the frayed edge of his hoodie sleeve.
"Must be nice." She murmured.
Chrisâs smile faltered for a moment, but he recovered quickly.
"It is." He admitted. "But, you know, we fight sometimes. Like, really fight. Last week, Matt threw a punch at me because I wouldnât stop talking during his game."
Her lips twitched again, and this time, it was a small, shy smile.
"What were you saying?" She asked, her voice soft but carrying a hint of amusement.
"Oh, some random shit. Canât even remember now. Probably something embarrassing, knowing me." Chris grinned. "Matt said I was ruining his concentration, but honestly, I think he just doesnât appreciate my brain work."
She shook her head slightly, her smile lingering.
"Youâre ridiculous." She said softly, almost reflexively, but as soon as the words left her mouth, her expression shifted. Her body tensed up, her shoulders pulling in as her eyes darted to him in alarm. "I didnât mean-"
"Guilty as charged." Chris smoothly interrupted her, opening a smirk while looking at her, trying to express through his eyes that it was okay. "But, hey, if ridiculous is what it takes to make you laugh, then Iâm all in."
Her looked down again at the pavement, scraping her shoes over the small rocks.
"Thanks." She said quietly.
"For what?" Chris asked, his voice gentle.
"For... keeping me company." She said, her gaze fixed on her lap. "I donât feel... as bad right now."
Chris felt a lump in his throat but pushed it down, keeping his tone light.
"Anytime." He said. "Iâve got a whole arsenal of dumb stories and good jokes if you need them."
She looked at him then, her eyes softer than before.
"Youâre really nice." She said, pressing her lips in a fine line.
Chris shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
"I just donât like seeing people hurt." He said honestly. "And, I donât know, you seem like someone who deserves a lot better than... all this."
Her eyes filled with tears, and for a moment, Chris thought she might start crying again. Instead, she took a deep breath and nodded.
"Thanks." She said again, her voice steadier this time.
Chris gave her a warm smile.
"No problem. Now, how do you feel about bad puns? Because Iâve got a killer one about a duck and a lawyer."
Her laughter filled the cold night air, causing a large smile to stretch across Chris's lips. He would do everything in his power to help this girl.
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Hotter-N-Funner
~10k words, Roommates series, smut, Part 1 here
â... part of a punishment.â
âShe did what?!â Mint shouted through the door right before a thundering crash echoed in the room.
âMint? You alright?!â you called out, holding your ear to the door. âMint?â
âYeah, all good!â Mintâs disheveled voice came through. After a couple of seconds, he opened the door, rubbing his hip. âI fell.â
âYou fell in the toilet?â
âNot in the toilet you idiot,â Mint shoved your shoulder. âSo, tell me, how the fuck did you manage that on the first date?â
âA bit of an odd story honestly,â you started.
âHow odd could it be?â Mint asked while grabbing a bag of chips off the counter. âSounds like a simple case of another college hoe being horny.â
âBe nice,â you scolded him. âSheâs actually really sweet. No jokes like that when she stops by.â
âSheâs coming over?â Mint gasped through a handful of chips. âI canât even remember the last girl youâve had over.â
âI mean it,â you snatched the bag out of his hands and took a chip for yourself. âI really like this girl, I want to see where it goes.â
âDo you actually like her or do you just like that sheâs hot as fuck?â Mint asked while he took another chip from the bag as you held it out for him. âWhat about that bartender youâve been chatting up?â
âI donât know man. I donât think sheâs actually interested in a serious relationship anyway, even if I did want that. Iâm happy just being friends,â you replied. âBut back to this girl, seriously, I had such a good time with her. And sure, it helps that sheâs hot as fuck.â
âYeah of course you had a good time with her sucking-â
âStop it,â you gave Mintâs arm a little shove. âThatâs the one part I kinda regret.â
âRegret? The fuck?â Mint cocked his eyebrows. âHead game that weak?â
âNo, that definitely wasnât the problem,â you sighed. âI just like⊠almost feel like we robbed ourselves of having a really special first time⊠does that make sense?â
âNo.â
âMaybe youâre right,â you mumbled as you picked up a couple of dirty glasses from the table.
âHere,â Mint took the glasses from your hands. âOf course I get what youâre saying, and you already know I support whatever decision you wanna make. Just tell me though, why do you think this girlâs so special already?â
âWell,â you began before pausing to think for a moment. âOne could argue the coffee date and even what happened in the bathroom was kinda forced-â
âYou donât say?â Mint dramatically gasped, feigning shock.
âBut lunch wasnât,â you continued, ignoring his theatrics. âAnd it went fucking perfectly, we just meshed so well, I swear I could talk to her for hours. The vibe, her energy, everything was just so⊠when I think about her right now, I think about lunch, not the coffee shop.â
âSounds like my roommateâs in love already,â Mint teased. âDevilâs advocate, she was just using you for the free meal.â
âShe paid for it.â
âYou let her pay? Thatâs not like you.â
âNot exactly,â you elaborated. âWe were hitting it off pretty well and the idea of me treating her to dinner sorta came up, so she snuck off to the bathroom and did the whole pay behind your back thing.â
âThis might be the most unbelievable part of the story,â Mint chuckled. âWhy the hell would she do that?â
âObviously I donât know for sure, but this is why Iâm telling you I feel like thereâs something more here,â you explained. âShe could have easily done her punishment and then left, or even taken the free lunch and then left, but I think her logic was if Iâm treating her to dinner later that she should take care of lunch.â
âHmm,â Mint pondered for a moment. âMaybe youâre right about there being something here, and maybe she feels the same way. That would explain why she doesnât want to make it seem like sheâs using you for a meal.â
âI hope so, guess Iâll find out more tonight.â
âYou like her enough to give up your fuck buddy? I doubt sheâd be cool with you having one.â
âAbsolutely, even after just one date with her.â
âThatâs crazy, youâd actually throw away what you have?â
âI mean, sheâs graduating this year anyway, how many more times am I realistically going to fuck her?â you considered your options. âGirlâs a damn genius and beautiful, sheâll be fine without me.â
âYouâre losing her roommate, too,â Mint added jokingly.
âDamn,â you muttered under your breath with a smirk, thinking back to some wild nights. âI kinda forgot about that part.â
âNot so easy anymore, is it?â Mint teased.
âItâs fine, seriously Mint, I havenât felt this way about a girl since Rina,â you replied. âBut itâs also way too early, Iâve known this girl for less than a day.â
âWhat, you havenât started picking baby names yet?â
âFirst I have to work on making the babies.â
âI hope sheâs good at that part, otherwise youâre throwing away an absolute dime piece for nothing,â Mint laughed.
âOr, hear me out, I just wonât make it official until next year. That way Iâm still clear until Sana graduates.â
âYou realize half the guys at this school would literally kill to have what you have going on, and youâre here playing games?â
âI had my fun with her, I guess Iâll be doing half the school a favor by moving on.â
âHave I ever told you that youâre an absolute fuckboy?â Mint scoffed. âSana is not just a toy for you to use.â
âOnce or twice, I think,â you chuckled. âWhat was the first time again? When I brought that one girl back last year?â
âOh yeah, the one with the massive rack, right? She was so fucking fit, canât lie, I was pretty jealous of that one.â
âYeah,â you sighed heavily. âI still think about her to this day. Sheâs really the one who got away.â
âMaybe if you didnât decide to fuck her best friend, she wouldnât have gotten away,â Mint burst out laughing as he snatched the bag of chips back. âAbsolute idiot.â
âI was drunk.â
âNot an excuse,â Mint kept laughing.
âShe was drunk!â
âEven if we accept that excuse - which we donât,â Mint began shaking his head. âHow do you justify the second time?â
âWe were horny,â you shrugged.
âIdiot,â Mint chuckled. âThe roommate had a cute smile though, I donât entirely blame you.â
âYeah, what was her name again?â
âBro, youâre the one who slept with her,â Mint shook his head in disbelief, laughing at you. âIt started with an âNâ.â
ââNâ? Shit, I really got nothing.â
âFuckboy,â Mint sang, before gasping. âWait, should I be concerned about your roommate fetish?â
âYeah, lock your door when you sleep,â you said casually while cleaning up some dishes left on the coffee table. âMind helping me? I donât want Zuha to get the wrong idea.â
âFuck, even her name is hot.â
âIdiot,â you tossed an empty can at him.
âI know sheâs pretty and all,â Mint began helping you clean up. âBut seriously? I canât remember a single time youâve cleaned up just for a girl. Now that I think about it, you almost never bring them back to our room.â
âNot almost never. Never, not after Rina,â you replied as you fixed the pillows on the couch. âWe have any Febreze left?â
âYeah, in my room,â Mint answered as he tidied up. âPromise me one thing though.â
âWhatâs up?â you asked as you walked back into the living room.
âIf youâre going into this one with serious intentions, promise me youâll take it slower this time,â Mint responded. âYou know I donât give a shit what you do with your random hookups, but this isnât a random hookup.â
âIs this because of Rina?â you asked as you casually sprayed âOcean Mistâ into the air. âI told you, Iâm all good with that situation.â
âI know you are,â Mint replied. âItâs just that sometimes when you climb too high too fast, the fall ends up being a lot harder.â
âAlright Socrates, relax.â
âSeriously bro, you know Iâm just looking out for you.â
âI know,â you gave Mint a tight hug. âI really appreciate you, thank you.â
âAnd her name was Nayeon, you idiot.â
â
âOh,â you gasped, louder than intended, caught off guard by how stunning Kazuhaâs figure looked in her skirt and jacket.
âIâm not overdressed am I? I know you mentioned it was a casual place, I can quickly go change if-â
âYou look stunning, I love how it brings out your smile.â
âOh, thank you,â Kazuha turned away slightly, blushing profusely.
It could not be any more obvious that she was nervous.
âPlease, come in,â you opened the door wide and stepped aside, a rush of warmth flowing through your body. Kazuha gracefully stepped into your room, leaving you admiring her long, slender legs with each step. She paused ever so slightly as she walked past you before looking around your room. âHave a seat, Iâll be right there.â
Kazuha nodded before stepping across the room and taking a seat on your couch, placing her small black purse on the side table. You quickly stepped into the kitchen and placed two flutes on the counter before filling them generously with champagne and walking over to Kazuha.
âThank you,â Kazuha respectfully accepted the glass with a warm smile.
âYouâre welcome,â you replied, taking a seat next to her.
The two of you took a sip together before placing your glasses to the side. For a moment, she simply stared at you, smiling nervously. Without speaking, you slid your body closer before wrapping your arm around the back of the couch behind Kazuhaâs body.
âYou smell really nice,â Kazuha commented, leaning forward into you slightly.
âDo I?â you replied, tilting your head slightly.
âYeah,â she mumbled softly right in front of your lips as she closed her eyes.
The world around you began to gracefully fade away, leaving just you and Kazuha in a shared moment of pure intimacy. Your lips met, gentle at first, a tender brush sending a spark through your body, before gradually becoming more passionate. You found yourself losing yourself in Kazuhaâs warmth as your lips pressed deeper against hers.
While the kiss, slow and lingering, continued, your hand found its way to Kazuhaâs thigh where it softly pressed against her soft skin. Your other hand fell from the back of the couch to the back of Kazuhaâs neck. You savored each moment of closeness, that delightful hint of strawberry inundating your brain with a warm sweetness. Her hand gently made its way to yours, her delicate fingers softly intertwining with your own. The tenderness of your fingers lacing together amplified the connection - invoking a deeper sense of comfort, grounding you in the moment.
Instinctively, your bodies pulled closer, your hand slid down from Kazuhaâs neck to the middle of her back, while her arm snaked underneath yours to wrap around your body. The hold you had on each other tightened while remaining tender, a subtle dance of intimacy with your bodies as your mouths stayed glued to each otherâs lips.
Finally, the two of you break apart the kiss, breathing heavily into each otherâs mouths. No words were shared, just an intense gaze as your eyes locked, turning the connection electric. For just a moment, the silence of your feelings was being taken in, the squeeze of Kazuhaâs fingers against your body was all you felt.
Then, suddenly, she let go of your body as both of her hands grabbed your face while her lips collided against yours. Initially, you were pushed back by the sudden fierce urgency, but then with equal hunger and desperation you found your strength - now it was Kazuhaâs turn to fall backwards.
The kiss was an overwhelming whirlwind of emotions, blurring your senses until you found yourself with your hands on Kazuhaâs hips as her back hit the couch. She spread her legs, making room for you to move even closer as your body nestled into hers, still with electricity and passion flowing through the kiss.
With audacious intrepidity, you slipped a hand up Kazuhaâs skirt, resting it against the side of her soft upper thigh. She gasped into your mouth, but she didnât pull away - in fact, she did the opposite. She curled her fingers into your hair, pulling you even closer somehow, your bodies colliding, a testament to your shared passion, urging you to keep going.
Everything just felt right. This kiss felt right. Kazuha felt right. Your brain was desperately trying to make sense of your heart right now, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion that you wanted, needed, Kazuha. Nothing else made sense, the connection was too compelling. Then, you finally pulled away, leaving Kazuha breathless and wide-eyed, you could really feel the fire that the two of you just shared. Your heart was racing, beating out of your chest as you smiled down at Kazuha who was smiling back.
âI should have asked earlier, but you eat sushi, right?â you asked as you sat back up.
âOf course, I love sushi,â she answered, still breathing heavily.
âPerfect, youâll love this place,â you replied, helping her sit up by taking her hand. âReady to go?â
âYeah, one second,â she paused, reaching for her glass of champagne and downing it. âReady!â
â
âBreakfast, lunch, and dinner, who woulda thought our day would end up like this?â Kazuha smiled as she picked up another piece of otoro.
âBreakfast is a wild thing to say.â
âOh my God,â Kazuha choked, laughing at your reference once she understood what you meant.
âSorry, that was probably inappropriate.â
âItâs fine,â she laughed, taking a sip of her sake. âIf anything, Iâm surprised weâve almost gotten through two meals without bringing it up.â
âWas I supposed to? I canât say Iâve ever had an experience like that before,â you chuckled, taking a sip of sake as well.
âTrust me, it was new for me as well,â Kazuha replied. âIâm really enjoying spending the day with you.â
âI want to be completely honest with you, I really like you, a lot,â you started cautiously. âI know itâs super early, but I just feel something so special with you.â
âI really like you a lot, too,â Kazuha smiled warmly, showing you that smile, the one that absolutely melted your heart. âIt doesnât feel like the first day, it feels like weâve been dating for a while already.â
âIn a way, this is sort of the third date.â
âYeah, thatâs true,â she giggled before turning slightly more serious. âSo then, can I be honest with you for a second?â
âOf course you can, anything at all,â you replied warmly, leaning forward slightly to show her you were fully engaged.
âI promise itâs not because of attraction, because I really am attracted to you, but I sorta regret what happened in the bathroom this morning.â
âOh my God, me too!â you couldnât control your excitement. âSorry, please finish what you were going to say.â
âItâs just that⊠itâs going to sound a bit stupid, so please donât make fun of me for it,â Kazuha began blushing. âI almost feel like I ruined a special moment?â
âI swear if I had a ring Iâd be on my knees right now, I thought the exact same thing!â
âReally?â her eyes lit up, making her the most pure and beautiful girl in the world in your mind. âIâve been thinking about it ever since lunch, I wish we could have found each other without the stupid punishment.â
âLook, Zuha,â you reached your hand forward and gently took hers. âIt happened, but we can move on from that. I think youâre very special, Iâd love nothing more than to see this out properly if youâre also willing.â
âI am,â she smiled softly, giving your hand a quick squeeze. âBut if youâre asking me to be your girlfriend, I think the first day is still a bit too early.â
âAbsolutely,â you agreed. âLetâs forget this morning ever happened and we can do things properly. The way we want.â
âIâd love that,â she blushed again.
âI have another one, sorta related.â
âYeah? Shoot.â
âWhat do you think about being exclusive? I get it if you think itâs too early.â
She pondered the question for a moment, taking another sip and slowly putting down her glass before answering. âI donât think itâs too early, at least, I donât feel like it is,â she answered slowly. âIâm not actually talking to anyone else right now, but Iâd be willing to make this exclusive if you are.â
âMe too.â
Kazuha hesitated, waiting for you to continue.
âItâs complicated,â you added.
âOh, alright,â she replied, looking a bit disheartened.
âThereâs this girl,â you began explaining. âWeâre not in a relationship or anything, but we have a bit of a friends-with-benefits type thing going on.â
âOh.â
âI know thatâs probably not what you wanted to hear, and Iâm sorry, but I really want to be honest with you, and of course I promise Iâm done with that stuff now,â you replied softly. âMy last serious relationship had some⊠I just donât want to go through that again, Iâd rather be honest with you about everything.â
âI get that, my last relationship also wasnât great,â Kazuha frowned. âNo, youâre right, thank you for telling me. If you donât mind, do you think we can maybe keep past relationships to ourselves going forward? Sorry, but I donât know if itâs something I want to hear-â
âYou donât have to explain, trust me, I get it,â you interjected warmly. âAnd Iâll say the same for you. Weâve both gone through stuff. I'm here if you need someone to talk to about it, but I donât need to know every specific detail. The past is the past, it doesnât affect whatever our relationship ends up being.â
âThank you,â Kazuha smiled again, visibly relaxing as you spoke the right words. âDo you mind if I step away to the bathroom real quick?â
âOf course not, but you have to promise me you wonât pull that trick again,â you answered, flashing her a suspicious look. âI told you Iâm treating you to dinner, this oneâs on me.â
âFine,â she smiled, rolling her eyes. âI promise.â
With that, Kazuha got up from the table, gracefully making her way across the restaurant. Her movements, fluid as possible, had you completely in awe, unable to take your eyes away. The way her skirt showcased her perfect legs, accentuating those meticulously sculpted curves, she had your breath catching in your throat, mesmerized and captivated by her grace.
She left this imprint on your mind, convincing you that she was something special. The honeymoon effect was hitting hard, even though you werenât officially together, you knew it was inevitable at this point - you were going to make Kazuha your girlfriend.
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âIâm getting this.â
âNo youâre not,â you pushed her hand away and tapped your card against the reader.
âYou got dinner, this isnât fair,â Kazuha argued.
âAnd youâre pretty, whatâs your point?â
Kazuha began blushing again, her fingers struggling to put her card back into her wallet. âTh-That has nothing to do with anything,â she stammered, unable to hide how flustered she would get whenever you gave her cheesy compliments.
âSure it does,â you replied, reaching forward and taking her card from her shaking hand and inserting it into her wallet for her. âI appreciate the gesture, but really, itâs like four dollars, not a big deal.â
âAlright fine, thank you,â she replied, cheeks still flushed a light pink as she accepted her wallet back. âHave you been here before?â
âNope, first time,â you answered as the two of you sat down. âYou?â
âYeah a couple of times, itâs really good.â
âAh, so thatâs how you picked the flavor so quickly.â
âActually, itâs my first time trying this one,â Kazuha giggled nervously. âI kinda wanted to try something new, make a new memory with youâŠâ
Your heart skipped a beat. âThat is actually so sweet, wow,â you muttered, staring into her beautiful round eyes. âHopefully itâs good then.â
âOr really bad.â
âHuh?â
âThink about it,â Kazuha began explaining. âJust like when you go to a restaurant, you generally remember the really good and really bad, no one remembers the average stuff.â
âAh I see what you mean,â you responded. âThatâs true, but I promise you Iâm not going to forget this ice cream no matter how good, bad, or average it is.â
âAnd whyâs that?â Kazuha chuckled, leaning back in her chair. âDonât tell me, is it because youâre sharing it with me?â
âHowâd you know?â
âYouâre getting predictable,â Kazuha laughed, smiling brightly.
âAnd youâre so-â
âPretty?â
âBeautiful.â
The way her face lit up when she smiled was absolutely enchanting. She didnât know it, but she had you wrapped around her finger, you were starting to think youâd do anything for this girl. No, you already knew it, you would do anything for this girl. Your heart rate whenever she smiled was all the confirmation you needed.
âYour sundae, enjoy!â a cheery staff member dropped off the bowl of ice cream at your table. âLet me know if you need anything else!â
âThank you,â Kazuha smiled respectfully at the young girl before turning back to you. âIt looks good.â
âThen letâs find out if itâs as good as it looks.â
Kazuha picked up her spoon, scooping up some of the cookie crumbles and fudge ice cream onto it before holding it out for you. Taking her lead, you opened your mouth and let her feed you.
âWow,â you mumbled as the taste hit your tongue. âThat is seriously way better than I expected.â
âIs it?â Kazuha looked at you with glee.
âYeah, here,â you picked up your spoon and returned the favor, feeding Kazuha the ice cream. Her eyes lit up immediately - she was so unbelievably cute. âRight?â
âYou werenât kidding, thatâs amazing,â Kazuha gushed, going for another bite.
Something you noticed, and loved, about Kazuha was that she wasnât afraid to eat. Even though she was exceptionally feminine and graceful, she wasnât shy when it came to food. It was adorable, especially with how expressive she would be when the food was good. Within just a minute, full of spoon hitting glass, the bowl of ice cream the two of you were sharing was practically emptied.
âSo, Zuha, you never actually told me, whatâs your major?â you asked as you put down your spoon. âI just realized I never asked what you wanted to do after school.â
âIâd love to one day teach ballet, and my major is biology,â she answered, scooping out pieces of cookies from the bottom of the bowl before looking up at you and laughing. âYou look shocked.â
âSorry, itâs a lovely dream, I just wasnât expecting it,â you chuckled. âSo I guess the next natural question would be why the hell did you pick biology if you want to teach ballet?â
âWell, Iâve been training ballet my whole life,â Kazuha explained. âAnd I wanted to do something interesting and challenging on top of that, so I found myself in biochemical sciences.â
That would explain why she was so graceful, you thought to yourself. âThatâs awesome, and quite admirable.â
âThank you. It can be pretty tough managing all of that while still trying to keep some semblance of a social life.â
âYou seem to be doing alright,â you replied with a smile. âEspecially if you found time to go on a date with me.â
âI make time for things I want to do,â Kazuha smiled back, making your cheeks warm. âWhat, no cheeky response this time?â
âSorry, sometimes itâs just so hard to focus on anything other than your smile.â
âThere it is,â Kazuha laughed while rolling her eyes.
âHey, I know itâs getting kinda late, but would you want-â
âIâd love to come over for a bit,â Kazuha cut you off, smiling brighter than ever.
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âHow could you possibly forget sugar?â you burst out laughing. âTheyâre cookies, thatâs like, the most basic part.â
âThat was Chaewonâs responsibility, not mine!â Kazuha defended herself. âAnyway, we tried making them without it.â
âYou tried making cookies without sugar?â you laughed even harder. âI gotta know, howâd they turn out?â
âI donât know, we ended up burning them,â Kazuha joined you in laughter. âIâll have to make them for you some day.â
âAfter hearing about your baking skills, I think Iâm alright,â you teased, picking up your glass of champagne and taking another sip. âI donât think Iâll be buying your cookbook.â
âYou sure?â Kazuha took a big sip before putting her own glass down. âIâll even sign it for you,â she added, leaning closer to you.
âDepends what you sign it as,â you replied, putting your glass down as well, opening your arms for Kazuha to snuggle up with you.
âAnd what would you want me to sign it as?â she asked, her face right in front of yours.
âMy girlfriend?â
âI thought we agreed itâs too early,â she whispered, moving her lips even closer to yours. âThat one day wasnât enough time?â
âItâs past midnight already,â you whispered into her mouth before leaning forward and closing the gap slightly.
âHave we really been talking for that long?â she whispered back, closing it some more.
And just like that, you found your lips softly brushing again Kazuhaâs once more. The kiss was soft; Kazuhaâs pretty eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into it, sweet and tender. The room went silent, completely still, as the air was filled with the lingering sounds of your lips colliding. A tender echo, her sweet breaths reverberating in your ears, perfectly describing the gentle and warm feeling you had coursing through your body as you kissed Kazuha. Delicate and calm, you got lost in her touch.
She brought her hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face lightly, leaning into you. Meanwhile, your hand explored her body, rubbing against her core, feeling through her top how toned she was. Your hand slowly slid lower until it was resting against the side of her thigh, slipping just a bit underneath her skirt.
Kazuha pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting yours, a hint of hesitation showing. âIâm not ready to go all the way,â she whispered softly.
âIâm in no rush,â you whispered back, pressing your lips forward again.
Her eyes shot wide open for a moment before she slowly closed them again, relief calming her down as she began gently prodding her tongue against yours. Then, to your surprise, she grabbed your wrist and gently guided it along her leg until your palm was resting against her soft ass before she brought her hand back up to the back of your neck, her fingers lightly grabbing your hair.
Following her lead, you gave her ass a gentle squeeze, making sure not to push past her boundaries. The way she kissed you, the increase in passion, was confirmation that she was okay with it. Her body was perfect, you got lost in the warmth of her skin, your fingers brushing just slightly against the fabric of her underwear by mistake.
Yet, she didnât pull back at all. She didnât seem to mind, at least thatâs what her kiss was telling you. Kazuha was getting more and more aggressive with it, and soon enough you found yourself falling onto your back with Kazuha on top of you. Her hands which were previously squeezing your hair, returned to your face, cupping your cheeks again as her tongue pushed audaciously into your mouth.
Her passion was met with your own as you brought your other hand around her body, holding her perfectly sculpted ass in your palms. You gave her a few soft squeezes, addicted to her body, at this point your palms were placed directly on her ass, your fingers gently kneading her softness. Caution was slowly dissipating as you got more comfortable with each otherâs bodies.
The moment felt like it was stretching, enveloping you in excitement, a sign of hopefully some future with the girl you were holding onto. However, even though you could have kept going all night, you could feel the natural end coming. With her cheeks flushed red, and a soft smile on her lips, Kazuha pulled back, breathing deeply above you.
âI could really get used to this,â she smiled warmly down at you.
âIâm definitely not going to stop you,â you smiled back before pulling her into your embrace, gently rubbing her back as you took in the lovely scent of her shampoo. âZuha, itâs getting kinda late.â
âAre you kicking me out?â Kazuha giggled as she started to get off you.
Without hesitation, you pulled her back in even tighter. âAbsolutely not,â you clarified, giving the top of her head a little peck. âI was just going to ask if you have class tomorrow morning.â
âI do,â Kazuha sighed heavily. âBut itâs fine, Iâll skip it.â
âI canât in good conscience be responsible for that,â you replied when Kazuhaâs phone began ringing. âYou going to skip that, too?â
âI probably shouldnât,â Kazuha groaned as she leaned over towards the table, nearly falling off the couch if it wasnât for you catching her. âThanks,â she giggled before answering. âHello? No, I'm not still out. No, I'm not drunk. Yes Chaewon-ah, Iâm safe. Are you done? Oh my God, bye.â
âCookie girl?â you teased as Kazuha sat up and began stretching.
âYeah,â she yawned, arms straight up, her top riding up just enough for you to see her perfectly sculpted abs. âI had a lot of fun today,â she smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling as she let her arms fall to her side, shoulders slumped.
âI did too,â you smiled back, sitting up as well to give her another quick kiss. âWant me to walk you back to your room?â
âActually,â Kazuha bit her lip nervously. âI kinda promised Chaewon that I wouldnât drink tonight, I donât really want her to know.â
âZuha, you should have told me. We didnât have to finish that bottle.â
âNo no, I wanted to drink with you⊠I guess I felt safe with you,â she replied softly. âBut now I have to ask, do you mind if I spend the night? I really donât want to get scolded by her.â
âUh, sure, but donât you think sheâll be more concerned if you spend the night?â
âNah, sheâs going to have to get used to it anyway,â Kazuha replied casually while standing up and holding her hand out for you. âIâm going to be spending the night in my boyfriendâs room from time to time.â
âBoyfriend?â you stood up and grabbed her hand excitedly. âDoes that meanâŠâ
âYes,â Kazuha silenced you with another kiss. âBoyfriend. Fuck timelines, Iâm ready if you are.â
If only she could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. âDefinitely,â you smiled back, giving her hand a squeeze.
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âIâm pretty impressed that you have all this makeup remover stuff,â Kazuha commented as she walked out of your bathroom. âYou have girls over often or something?â
âUmm.â
âOh, I completely forgot aboutâŠâ Kazuhaâs cheeks turned bright red. âSorry, ignore that.â
âHer name is Sana, but no,â you answered honestly, ignoring her embarrassment. âThat stuff is from when I was with my ex. She was the last girl I let in my room.â
âI see, well, itâs very convenient regardless,â Kazuha replied as she looked around your room.
âYouâre more than welcome to borrow whatever clothes youâd like by the way, I assume youâre not sleeping in that,â you added as you took off your shirt and pants before getting into your bed, admiring how incredibly stunning Kazuha looked even without makeup - this girl was unreal.
âItâs fine,â a shy smile formed on Kazuhaâs lips before she turned around and began stripping down to her underwear as well. âYou donât mind, right?â
âBy all means, whatever youâre most comfortable with.â
âIâm going to turn the lights off before I get in, alright?â
âSure,â you replied casually while plugging your phone into your charger. âJust be careful, donât trip on anything.â
âI will,â Kazuha responded as she shut off the lights. In the darkness, Kazuha took a second before slipping into the bed next to you, her beautiful face barely visible under the faint moonlight shining through your window. âCan I ask you another question?â
âYou can always ask me a question.â
âHowâd you like feeling my body earlier while we kissed?â
âAh, what a question,â you chuckled. âYour body is fucking amazing Zuha, I can tell you work out a lot.â
âOh yeah? Howâs that?â Kazuha asked, her voice littered with allure in the most teasing way possible.
âYour abs, theyâre rock solid.â
âLetâs play a little game, how about you try finding my abs in the dark?â Kazuha teased, giggling softly.
âSounds fun,â you smirked, reaching your hand across the bed. You fumbled around for a second until your hand made contact with skin, soft skin. It took you a moment before you realized what you were holding. âYup, thatâs a titty, and you arenât wearing a bra.â
âYouâre right,â she giggled, grabbing your wrist and sliding it down until your hand was rubbing against her core. âAnd these are my abs.â
âDamn, theyâre so nice,â you moaned softly. âWe should workout together, you could train me.â
âSure,â Kazuha whispered before sliding your wrist even lower. âAnd how does this feel?â
âZuha,â you gasped as she placed your hand between her legs, and sure enough, she wasnât wearing anything. âWhat happened to not being ready tonight?â
âThis is different,â she whispered. âIâve already sucked your cock in a bathroom, this is pretty harmless if you ask me.â
âYeah, but-â
âIf youâre not comfortable, I wonât be offended if you pull away.â
Yeah, there was no chance you were doing that.
âYouâre sure about this?â you asked carefully as you began rubbing between her legs softly, feeling how wet she was.
âAbsolutely,â she muttered, sliding closer to you.
âThen I want this to be perfect,â you whispered back, sliding your other hand under her body and wrapping it around her, placing it on her chest, giving her tit a soft squeeze. âTell me what feels good.â
âWhat youâre doing now is nice,â she moaned as you rubbed slow and steady circles against her clit.
âGood,â you breathed before leaning forward and finding her lips.
As you began kissing her, you started moving your fingers a bit faster, sliding down her slit every few circles, teasing her entrance with the tip of your finger. You used her moans as your guidance, feeling for when you hit the right spots, hyperfocusing on what made Kazuha feel good. Once you began finding a rhythm, figuring her out, you started speeding up some more.
âFuck thatâs nice,â she moaned, separating her lips from yours, breathing into your mouth heavily.
With that moment of opportunity, you shoved your mouth into her neck and began kissing her collarbone. At the same time, you pinched her nipple softly with one hand and eased one finger into her pussy, just up until the first knuckle.
âOh fuck,â she gasped, grabbing the back of your head with her hand and latching onto your hair. âGo deeper.â
And that was exactly what you did, pushing your finger deeper while using your thumb to rub her clit. You also took the opportunity to move lower down her body, leaving her neck and putting your mouth on her nipple, sucking it taut. With your mouth on one nipple and your finger lightly pinching the other, you found something was working because Kazuhaâs whole body was moving up and down with her moans at this point.
Your fingers worked nonstop, gently fucking her pussy, daring to go deeper with each thrust. It was a balancing act of making her feel good and making sure you donât go too hard, a balancing act that you were succeeding in, clearly. But you wanted more.
âZuha,â you pulled back, looking up at her. âCan I go down on you?â
Even in the darkness, you could see her bite her lower lip nervously. âMaybe just⊠just fingers tonight⊠if thatâs okay,â she mumbled quietly.
âNo problem,â you whispered back before leaning forward and kissing her again.
She was hesitant for just a second before she got back into it, that burning passion returning with a vengeance. As you kissed her, you went back to slipping your finger into her soft pussy. She was warm, and incredibly wet, a soft wet squishing sound filled the room, mixed with the sound of your kiss, as you pushed your finger in and out of her.
With your tongue down her mouth and one hand gently massaging her tit, it really didnât take much longer for you to start feeling Kazuhaâs insides squeezing against your finger. In rhythmic beauty, she began moaning into your mouth, gasping and panting as her pussy pressed down hard. You slipped your finger out and began rubbing soft circles around her clit, making sure not to press too hard.
Kazuha rode her orgasm out for as long as she could, making sure to never separate her lips from yours. It wasnât until her body finally relaxed did she stop kissing you. âI canât believe how comfortable I feel around you,â Kazuha mumbled, rubbing wrapping her hands around your body gently. âTo think, I only met you because of that stupid punishment.â
âYouâre telling me,â you gave her a small squeeze. âI canât believe how quickly things are moving.â
âYeah,â Kazuha sighed. âI guess I set the tempo kinda fast this morning.â
âZuha,â you paused to give her cheek a kiss. âWe agreed to forget about that silliness, it doesnât matter anymore.â
âI know, but I canât exactly forget what I did,â Kazuha laughed softly. âSeriously I promise Iâm not that type of girl.â
âZuha-â
âLike, I know it kinda seems like it with what happened this morning and the fact that Iâm literally laying in your bed naked, but I swear-â
âZuha!â you interrupted her. âItâs fine, seriously, I wouldnât have asked you to be my girlfriend if I didnât really like you. So what if things are moving fast, who cares?â
âI guess youâre right.â
âLetâs just let things happen, do what feels right,â you added, playing with the muscles on her back. âWhatever feels natural, Iâm here with you and committed to making this work.â
âThen how about you let me take care of you?â Kazuha giggled softly.
âWhat?â
âYou realize I can feel everything in this position, right?â
âAlright well with how fucking hot you are, thereâs not a straight man on this planet who wouldnât be, not in this position.â
âIâm not blaming you,â Kazuha whispered, leaning back so that she was face to face with you. She slowly snaked her hand down your body, softly rubbing your shaft through your underwear. âIt would be pretty cruel of me if I didnât, not after what you just did for me.â
âIâm happy just holding you, thereâs no pressure for you to do anything tonight,â you replied, your breath hitching as Kazuha slipped her delicate fingers down your waistband. âReally, Zuha, if youâre tired itâs totally fine.â
âLetâs be real with ourselves,â Kazuha leaned forward and kissed you before smiling softly at you. âNeither of us are sleeping much tonight.â
âIs that so?â you moaned as she took a gentle grip on your shaft.
âThatâs right,â she whispered before pushing you onto your back. Then, inch by inch, she planted kisses down your body. She started at your neck, moving lower, kissing your chest tenderly, all the while still stroking your cock. As she moved lower down your body, she started stroking faster and faster, pausing only to yank your underwear down. âDid I ever tell you why my punishment involved sucking someone off?â
âNo,â you flinched as Kazuha let a glob of her warm spit fall onto your cock.
âBecause I love sucking cock,â she answered in a whisper.
Before you could respond, Kazuha engulfed your cock in her mouth, making a firm seal around your tip with her lips, prodding softly at your hole with her tongue. Then, she lowered her mouth, swallowing your whole cock in one swift motion before slowly - agonizingly slowly - pulling back up to your tip. After that, she repeated the motion a few more times, plunging down your cock and slowly withdrawing. Any degree of awkwardness from the first time had been replaced with familiarity now as Kazuha worked your cock like an expert.
âFuck me, Zuha, that feels so fucking good,â you heaved, trying to catch your breath.
âYeah?â she replied, her voice soft as sugar, before she leaned in and started kissing your balls.
âYeah, the only shame is not being able to see that beautiful face.â
âThen turn the lamp on,â Kazuha cooed, tossing your blanket to the side and climbing over you, positioning herself between your legs before putting your cock back into her mouth.
As per her suggestion, you leaned over and turned on a small lamp you kept on your side table. With that, you felt your cock ready to completely erupt as you took a look at Kazuha who was staring up at you. Her eyes were so fucking beautiful. You couldnât hold back, not with how good she looked right now with her cheeks hollowed, moving steadily up and down your shaft.
âZuha, youâre going to make me cum,â you mumbled, straining and squirming your whole body as you desperately tried to hold back. âI canâtâŠâ
She wasnât phased at all, she just kept on sucking your cock at the same excruciatingly slow pace. The next who-knows-how-many seconds went by in a flash, instantly yet somehow lasting forever at the same time. She never once broke eye contact, and her mouth never once changed tempo, all that changed was how much pressure she applied with her lips, expertly varying it to make your cock feel that much better.
It wasnât until the first burst of your cum flew into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, did she finally stop moving. As your cum began volleying into her mouth, she held her lips tight around your cock, making sure not a single drop leaked through the smirk that formed on her face. Her eyes, those beautiful eyes, were fading into adorable little crescents as she proudly accepted all of your cum into her mouth.
âHoly fuck,â you cried out, your cock still pumping away.
Kazuha waited until the impulses slowed down, she let you slowly regain strength, but then as she felt your body relaxing, she started bobbing her head up and down your cock again as fast as she could.
âPlease,â you moaned as your cock went into a frenzy, the final few shots of cum flying into Kazuhaâs mouth. âHoly fuck!â
Once you were finally done, Kazuha slowly pulled back, letting a fountain of your white cum spill down your shaft as she lifted her lips off, tilting her back before swallowing everything in her mouth.
âI thought there was a lot last time,â Kazuha giggled, unable to contain her proud smile as she grinned from ear to ear. âBut thereâs so much more this time.â
âZuha that was so fucking good, look,â you opened your eyes wide. âIâm literally in tears.â
âGood,â she smirked before leaning forward and using her tongue to scoop your cum off your shaft into her mouth. âIâll do this for you whenever you want. Every night if you want.â
âI would literally die,â you inhaled sharply as her tongue grazed against your tip. âI wouldnât be able to think about anything else all day.â
âDid you really like it that much?â she asked while licking nearing your shaft, looking for more spilled cum.
âZuha,â you sat up and grabbed her by the arms. âYes, I donât know how to convince you.â
She looked deep into your eyes, her beautiful round eyes shimmering in the dim light of your room. Those beautiful features, the perfect face, sporting a soft expression as she stared at you. âI believe you,â she whispered before closing her eyes and tilting her head.
Without hesitation, you met her movement and pressed your lips firmly against hers, bringing your hands around her body and feeling her back. Her skin was so soft, you wanted to touch and feel her body forever. Unfortunately for you, the kiss did not last forever, and eventually you had to let go of her.
âI know we agreed not to talk about exes, but can I tell you something?â Zuha asked as she snuggled up in your arms.
âWhatâs up?â
âHeâd never kiss me after I-â
Before replying, you pushed her chin up with a finger and kissed her mouth again. âSounds like an idiot, no offense,â you replied casually. âIâll never understand that. If Iâm willing to suck on a girlâs vagina, I feel like kissing after head is really not a big deal.â
âIâve never actually had anyoneâŠâ her voice trailed off.
âZuha,â you let go of her and sat up, looking down at her. âIs that why you didnât let me go down on you earlier?â
Her cheeks turned red as she avoided your gaze for a moment before she looked back up at you and nodded slowly. You bent forward and kissed her again, repeatedly, on the lips for about a minute before sitting up again.
âItâs entirely your choice, Iâd never make you do something that youâre not comfortable with,â you began softly while rubbing her thigh. âBut I want you to know, Iâd love nothing more than to make you feel good.â
âI just canât help but feel a bit embarrassed,â Kazuha admitted quietly. âItâs not that Iâm not comfortable with you, because I am, I just donât knowâŠâ
âI never want you to feel embarrassed around me,â you spoke softly as you moved down the bed and began slowly spreading her legs. âDo I have your permission?â
She hesitated again, as if fighting an internal battle, but then she nodded, her eyes shimmering as the early signs of dawn crept through your window.
âYouâre sure?â
âIâm sure,â she whispered back, adjusting herself to get more comfortable.
âThen just relax,â you instructed her softly before pressing your lips below her navel and leaving a long, very drawn out kiss on her skin. Then, as you slid a bit lower, you paused to reach up and grab Kazuhaâs hands. She took your lead, interlocking her fingers with yours and taking a deep breath. âYouâre so incredibly breathtaking, just tell me what feels good,â you murmured, letting the breath of your words hit her pussy.
Your mouth began drooling at this point, overwhelmed by how enticing Kazuhaâs pussy looked right now as the sun crept through the window some more, making her body glisten beautifully. It was enchanting. You pressed your lips to her pussy, holding steady as Kazuha took a deep breath, letting her get truly comfortable with your touch before giving her pussy a tender kiss.
âYou alright?â
âMhmm,â Kazuha breathed, giving your fingers a little squeeze, encouraging you to keep going.
Even that small taste of her body had you desperate for more. You wanted nothing more than to shove your face as deep into her pussy as physically possible, to suck and lick her until the sun went down again. But this was less for you, and more for Kazuha, so you took it slow.
With your mouth opened wide, you carefully pressed down on her pussy, creating a seal with your lips and her skin. She squeezed your hand again as you stuck out your tongue and pressed it flat against her folds. You began pressing down, applying pressure with various parts of your tongue, truly relishing in the slight tang of Kazuhaâs pussy. She tasted so addicting despite it being so subtle.
And just like that, you were addicted and completely consumed by Kazuhaâs taste. Paired with the sounds of Kazuha moaning as you applied more pressure with your tongue and lips, you were in heaven. You moved around, exploring Kazuhaâs body to your heartâs desire, pausing occasionally to give her inner thighs kisses before latching back onto her pussy.
The more you feasted, the more she gave. Your lower face was completely drenched in Kazuhaâs wetness as she leaked all over you. It wasnât possible to lap it all up, despite how hard you tried, but you tried nonetheless. As her pussy, wet and warm, responded to your touch, her moans became even more vocal. She was definitely trying to stay quiet to the best of her ability, but she was failing as she got closer.
Especially now, as you could feel her body trembling slightly, each lick made her body jolt. Each kiss sent her into a frenzy. Her moans crescendoed as you sped up, sucking and licking her pussy with all of your power, and her thighs began pressing against the sides of your head and her fingers threatened to crush yours.
Then, with a particularly hefty gush of pleasure jetting out of her pussy, Kazuha began crying out in pleasure, her body convulsing in your mouth. âOh fuck,â she sobbed, digging her nails into the back of your hands. âThat feels so good.â
All you wanted to do was make her feel good - nothing brought you more pleasure. You held yourself in place between Kazuhaâs legs, not that you could move even if you wanted to thanks to how hard her legs were clamping down on your face, and you gently teased her pussy with your tongue, giving it a few flicks before planting a very soft kiss on her clit, sucking on it tenderly.
âStop, stop, stop!â Kazuha moaned, letting go of your hand and pushing your face away, detaching your mouth from her sensitive clit. âItâs too much.â
As soon as she pushed your head away, you dove back in and started kissing her thighs, switching back and forth between them. You knew her pussy was far too sensitive right now, the most you did was let your breath hit her skin, even that earned a full-body shudder. You gave her a final kiss on each thigh before crawling back up the bed next to Kazuha.
She turned to face you, and without saying a word, she lunged for your mouth, kissing you passionately and deeply - harder than ever. You let her take control, she got to guide the kiss, regulate the passion to her desires. Kazuha went on for a bit, even wrapping her leg around your body, rubbing her warmth against you until she was finally satisfied. She backed up, looking you straight in the eyes, the most precious girl you have ever seen in your life.
âThat was amazing,â she muttered quietly, unable to contain her smile.
âYouâre amazing,â you replied, giving her butt a small pat before glancing at your window. âThe sunâs up.â
âIâm not sleepy.â
âMe neither,â you smiled back, giving her another kiss. âSo, what should we do?â
âDo you have class?â she asked.
âIâll skip it if you skip yours.â
âIâm definitely skipping,â Kazuha giggled.
âThen I guess I donât have class.â
âPerfect,â she turned around and snuggled her body into yours.
Within just a minute of being in your arms, the ânot sleepyâ girl passed out, pushing against your body with each deep breath she took. You gave her one last gentle kiss on the top of her head before closing your eyes, unable to wipe the smile off your face.
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A/N:
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS. I've been wanting to write this for so long and I finally decided to sit down and get to it. Words really cannot explain how into Kazuha I am at the moment, but hopefully this fic at least shed some light on my recent addiction over her.
I don't know what to work on next. The next Dating Seraphs chapter is going to be kinda Kazuha heavy, so I kinda don't want to post that right after this. I think this fic is the first time I've blatantly teased some of the other idols who will be appearing in Roommates, I hope that's exciting for some of you!
Maybe I'll try releasing something else around the New Years, we'll see. I'd love to hear what you guys think about this fic though, I can't rememember the last time I wrote this much straight up one-on-one fluff in a fic. There's going to be a third part to this mini series, and I promise you that one will have some sex scenes!
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CHRISTMAS IN THE COUNTRY
Cowboy!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff. 800 words. Minors don't interact. Mentions of cigarettes. This drabble is part of my Cowboy!Sukuna series, but you don't need to know the main story to read it. Divider by @/issysh3ll
In the past, Cowboy!Sukuna never joined the annual Christmas tractor parade that all the other farmers and cowboys around your small town participate in. Sukuna thought it was stupid and cheesy, and after all, he had his reputation as the lonesome, bad boy cowboy who was more likely to be the Grinch than Santa!
But that was until you found your way into Sukuna's heart. You moved into his ranch and brought Christmas with you. And now you stand before him with that fucking cute pout on your pretty face and practically beg him,
"Kunaaaa, please you should join! Just think of how happy it makes the little kids to see all the decorated tractors!"
Sukuna huffs at first, while hugging you to his tall body, craving your warmth after he just came back from fixing the fences in those freezing temperatures,
"I don't care about those random kids."
"But you care about me, and I know you want to make me happy, right? And it would make me very happy to join that Christmas parade with you, baby."
Fuck, how could he say no to you when you give him those puppy dog eyes and that sweet smile? Sukuna laughs, grabbing your chin with one hand, and he leans down to bring his face closer to yours, grinning as he whispers against your lips,
"You are not fighting fair, baby."
His lips claim yours in a slow, teasing kiss before Sukuna pulls away again. He cocks his head and tips his cowboy hat,
"Alright, I'll drive to town and run some Christmas errands for you, ma'am."
And you laugh and blow him a kiss, telling him to drive safe just like you always do, always so sweet to him. Always worried about him, wrapping him in your love. Sukuna is already walking towards his truck, lighting a cigarette, when you open the kitchen window to yell after him that you'll cook his favorite dinner while he is away and some Christmas cookies, too. Sukuna wonders if his cheeks hurt from the icy wind blowing in his face or from how much he is smiling.
He drives to the small hardware store you used to work in before you moved into Sukuna's ranch, and he returns to you a few hours later carrying several boxes of fairy lights and LED decorations in various shapes and forms.
You laugh that sweet laugh Sukuna loves so much when you see him,
"Oh my god, Sukuna! I didn't think you'd buy the whole Christmas section!"
"Well, my girl said she wants to participate in the Christmas parade, so I will make damn sure I have the best fucking Christmas tractor there is!"
The left corner of Sukuna's lips twitches, and a second later, he breaks out into laughter, too. He lets the Christmas lights drop to the kitchen floor when you fling yourself at him, and Sukuna wraps a tattooed arm tightly around your waist, pulling you against him, smiling when you get on your tiptoes to kiss him.
Sukuna keeps his word, just like he always does when it comes to you. He spends hours in the barn decorating his old John Deere, wrapping it in fairy lights, and fixing the blinking Santa and reindeer figures to the roof.
Sukuna thinks it looks absolutely horrendous. A big blinking Christmas monstrosity. But then you walk into the barn and gasp and stare at the all-decked-out tractor. Your eyes shine even brighter than the crazy number of fairy lights that Sukuna just attached to his old John Deere. And he thinks to himself that it was all worth it.
Sukuna climbs into the tractor, extending a hand to you, which you take, and he pulls you up and into his lap. You are surrounded by hundreds of blinking fairy lights that cast the inside of the tractor into a colorful, festive light.
Sukuna's arms wrap around you as he presses play on his phone, which is connected to the tractor's radio. The Christmas playlist you shared with him starts playing, filling the inside of the tractor with your favorite Christmas songs.
"Is this what you had in mind, sweetheart?"
Sukuna asks, his smile clearly audible in his low voice. And you turn around so you're straddling Sukuna's lap and look at him, reaching out to cup his tattooed face with your small hands, beaming at him happily,
"Yes, this is even more than I had in mind! It's perfect! Thank you so much! Merry Christmas, baby. I love you."
"I love you, too. Merry Christmas, princess... but there's one more thing."
Sukuna points up at the little mistletoe that he glued to the ceiling earlier and that's dangling above your heads now. You chuckle while Sukuna grins his most charming boyish grin at you, waiting for you to kiss it off his lips with a sweet, long Christmas kiss.
And for the first time in his adult life Sukuna thinks that Christmas is truly magical.
SIGHHHHHHH oh how I missed Cowboy!Sukuna đđ I went to a tractor parade, and of course, all I could think about was Cowboy!Sukuna, so I HAD to write this cute little drabble!! I hope it made you happy, too.
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to all my fellow Sukuna lovers đ
#sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#sukuna#jjk x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk fluff
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reading stories like this always make me so sad and open my mind up a little more each time to what other kids experiences were like. It wasn't until highschool that I realized I had a very gender neutral upbringing and how rare that is.
I was raised by my single grandmother who was born in 1937; this woman was a huge feminist and never stopped me from making my own choices about clothes, toys, hobbies, activities, or friends I made. She'd say, "anything boys can do, girls can do too."
When I wanted boys clothes, she said "sure girl, go for it" and let me wander and pick what I wanted. When I picked out boys cargo shorts she said "cool, more pockets for snacks!" When I wanted animal, science and dinosaur toys shed go "Oooooo, I like the eagles, good choice." She made sure I tried everything; kids theater, art classes, running, pottery, most sports at least once, rock climbing, girl scouts, music, skateboarding, singing, gardening, swimming, reading, tree climbing, etc. nothing was off limits, I didn't know there *could be limits.* I ran in the woods and got dirty all the time and it was no big deal. I made friends with boys and girls. We had a mail subscription to kids science magazines we'd read together. Presents from her were always things I'd already had my eye on, and we'd happily donate anything I didn't want.
Of course, I didn't live in a bubble and I'd see how some other kids got treated, (or how distant relatives wanted to treat me) but I truly thought only those adults individually were especially strict or "weird." And I thought that kids who were very gendered in their presentation where actively choosing that; if a girl was really feminine I thought that was her choice, and vice versa for boys. For a long time I never felt strange or othered, or different, it wasn't until highschool that suddenly the pressures of society hit me, and I wanted to be liked, so I started to conform, to started performing femininity for the first time. To fold myself smaller and smaller.
I hate that there's so many kids (and adults) being treated like a cardboard cut-out of who they really are. It took a long time to unlearn that shit and start remembering what my grandma taught me all along; to be strong, independent, and to be myself. To chase my own happiness. Shed say "Oh girl, who cares what other people think! Who's got the time anyway. Do what you're going to do and don't let anyone stop you."
Miss you Gram. â€ïžâđ©č
Gendered parenting is so weird. As a little kid I was a total daddy's girl, I was told I would always try to sneak into the garage, I was always very interested in everything he was doing and would follow him around while he was working, but while my family was never the type to outright say "you can't do that because you're a girl", they simply didn't entertain the idea that I could possibly be interested in cars. Then when my little brother was born, it was just assumed he would become a mechanic like our dad because he was a boy. Even though he, unlike me, didn't like being in the garage much and wasn't all that interested in what dad was doing. Once he got to a certain age, dad started making him help and would drag him away from his actual interests for it, which lead to a lot of arguing and not much actual learning.
Gendered expectations sort of create doubles of children. There's the real child with their actual personality, interests and behaviors, and then there's the Gender Child.
My real brother hated soccer and team sports. The Gender Child that existed only the minds of the adults in his life needed to play soccer because that's what a Boy Child does.
Growing up, I always felt like adults didn't actually know me as a person and they weren't interested in getting to know me. Because they felt they'd already learned everything there was to know about me when they were told "it's a girl".
When I talk about how I never got gifts I actually liked from my relatives (to this day I still don't like getting gifts that aren't something I picked out myself), it isn't actually about the gifts themselves. I don't even remember them. What I do remember is the feeling of being given gifts that were seemingly not bought with the real me in mind. They were for the Girl Childâąïž version of me. The me that adults wanted me to be, not who I actually was.
#Buh.#Not sure about posting this but it's been 2 years and a few days since she passed and she's been on my mind#I think a lot about how I'll raise my kids someday and that no matter how hard I try the rest of the world also exists with its own expecta#And that will be it's own challenge#Btw being latino & trans & neurodivergent absolutely weaves into what I wrote and my experience but its long enough as it is lol#Gender#Gram posting#Okay crawling back into the shadows bye
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omg can we please get Christmas/holidays headcanons with older gf caitlyn as someone who never got anything growing up âčïž because parents are YUCKYY and Caitlyn only just now finds out about it and is like "oh so thats a reason as to why youre still so reluctant to accept my gifts and stuff" and she comforts the us so much and SPOILS US âčïžâčïžđ (also if you can include pet names where she's always saying 'my' like 'my sweet girl' 'my princess' 'my love/darling' 'my pretty girl' 'my girl' 'my babydoll' etc stuff like that đ then that would be great THANK YOU)
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àŒŻ summary. your older girlfriend asks you to spend your first christmas together. of course you excitedly accept, trying to push ignore that you'd have to break this news to your parents.
warnings. fluff. slight angst. fem!reader. older girlfriend!caitlyn. reader is in college. age gap (10 years or more). no use of y/n. modern au. hurt and comfort. pet names. caitlyn is nervy teehee. reading is a tease. insecure!reader a little bit. readers parents are the best. not proofread. wc. 2.2k
a/n. thank you for your request alaina pie <3 this was so cute (and sad) to write for, especially during the holidays! hopefully this is what you envisioned and i tried to incorporate "my (nickname)" as naturally as possible. remember to support your writers by reblogging & commenting !
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⣠caitlyn wasn't oblivious to the way the pair of arms slung around her waist would tighten whenever you thought sheâd be the be first to let go. or how you always pressed your face further into her chest, an ear aligned to where her heartbeats for you, as if youâre trying to encode the rhythm into your memory. and the most heartbreaking, how when you finally release her from the hug and meet her gaze thereâs tears daring to spill from your waterline, eyes glazed over and a forced upturned smile to show that youâre fine. she knew that you were going home to see your family for the holidays, that it would be a joyous thing, something that youâre bouncing off the walls for, you rarely see your family much since moving out permanently. but the wreck you become when you go home startles her, and she knows itâs far more than you missing her for a few weeks.
⣠not much can set caitlyn on edge, but the nerves of asking if youâd like to spend christmas with her, just her, no parent, certainly sets her off.
clicks and clanks fill the room mixing with the content of the two of you enjoying yet another home cooked meal made by caitlyn. youâd just resumed classes from fall break when she called you asking for dinner and a weekend together, you agreed, of course.
looking from across the dining table caitâs brows are furrowed as she pushes the remanence of her food back and forth on her plate. sheâs clear in deep thought and has been quiet for most of the evening which is unlike her. the stoic stature she puts on for work quickly fades away the moment her eyes land on you and she becomes the familiar chatter bug you know and love.
your clothed foot searches for hers underneath the table, and when it does you bump into it, your foot tickling up her ankle. upon this intrusion caitâs attention focuses on you, her eyebrows lifting and a small smile forming on her face, her eyes lifting from her plate, the foot you attacked fights back.
âyou're quiet tonight.â you begin.
âi've been meaning to ask you something.â
oh. straight to the point.
as if cait could sense your panic, her foot stops wrestling with yours, instead laying it to rest against yours in hope you would stop too. âitâs nothing bad, i promise,â she rushes. âi maybe shouldn't have worded it bluntly.â grimacing at the worry she enacted in you.
âyou think? nearly gave me a heart attack.â your wild thoughts nearly get the best of you.
âit's just,â cait pauses, gathering her thoughts. âit's a huge step in our relationship.â
âwe've already had sex, cait.â you joke, and caitlyn chokes on her spit at the shock of your dirty words. reaching out and takes a brief swig of water, her eyes narrow towards you. ââm just playing with you. couldn't help myself.â you're once stilled foot becomes alive again, soothing up caitâs ankle to about mid calf before going back down and repeating the action.
she hums, setting her glass down. âsuch a dirty mind of yours.â
âand whose fault is that?â you argue. caitlyn corks an eyebrow up, challenging you at the next words to fall from your mouth. âyou've created a crazed monster.â she couldnât deny the sense of pride swirling throughout her chest at your words.
âminx.â she mutters, her lips twitch upward. itâs such a minuscule movement, blind to the normal eye, but apparent enough for you to catch.
for the first time in a hot minute you place your feet flat on the ground, placing your hands to the edge of the table, the screech of the chair against the wooden floors fills the room.
standing up and making your way towards caitlyn, around the corner of the table. satisfied when you spot that cait had already made space for you. when you're in reach a hand curls around your waist to pull you into her lap, much like how an owner pulls their cat to lay within their lap. slinging an arm around caitâs shoulder to the back of the chair, while your other hands rest on the back of her neck, her dark navy hair pulled into a ponytail so you're able to toy with the wisp of her baby hairs at the nape of her neck.
âdid i ruin the mood?â you pout, a tinge of nervousness bubbling up once again that you had taken away caitlynâs moment to be vulnerable.
âgod, no. you've made the atmosphere lighter, darling.â she assures, giving your waist a small squeeze and flashing a tight lipped smile. thereâs a glint behind her eyes that makes you doubt her words.
âfor what you were going to ask me?â
caitlyn hums, her gaze flicking down to the hem of your sweater, taking the soft material between her perfectly manicured fingers, coming between her thumb and index finger to rub at the hem. âwhat i wanted to ask was if youâd be interested in spending christmas together,â bringing her full attention back up to your face, the glint now masked by the softness of her eyes. âjust the two of us.â
you stare at your girlfriend with wide starstruck eyes, this is definitelyâno doubtâa big step for your guysâ relationship. the only holidays you and caitlyn have spent together is, well, valentineâs day, and the cringey other dates throughout the year like national girlfriend day, dates that caitlyn hadn't known about before you. âjust the two of us?â you grin.
âis that okay?â she mistakes your grin as a teasing grin, and although it slightly is one, it's a toothy grin that shows off your whites, pushing up your face and makes your cheeks hurt, in a good way.
âit's more than okay, iâd love to.â
now thereâs a grin that mirrors your own, flashing you the tooth gap that you adore. her fingers release the hem of your sweater, sneaking underneath the material pulling you flesh against her. lips meeting into a tender needy kiss.
when you pull away, you rest your forehead on hers. âthatâs what you were so nervous about?â you ask, corking your head to the side, amused at how nervous she was to ask you to spend your first big holiday together. finding her too cute.
âwas scared you were going to say no.â she confesses, you kiss her again.
âi could never say no to you.â it's the truth, but there's a little looming thought forming over the top of your head; you'd have to figure out a way to break the news to your parents.
⣠that weekend you and caitlyn had decorated her house, pulling the boxes from out of the dark space within her house to settle them in the living room. putting on the charlie brown christmas album to add to the ambiance as the two of you get into the holiday spirit. fluffing out the pined branches of the false tree, the endeavor of adorning the green of the tree with the various decorations of lights, tinsel, and ornaments begin. when it's deemed almost perfect, caitlyn hands firmly grip onto your waist to help you balance yourself on a chair as you place the simply stunning gold star on top to finish the tree. when the sun sets and the moon illuminates the sky you yank caitlyn to the tree polaroid camera in hand, falling into natural position with each other; one picture smiling at the camera, snap! and another kissing as the lights wrapped around the tree create hazy glowing halos on top of your heads, snap!
⣠it seemed as though each time you visited caitlynâs home the presents beneath the tree kept growing, all wrapped neat and crisp with little tags signaling that they're from cait herself. they made the small pile of presents dedicated to her from you look puny. she self admittedly spoils you often, it's one of her love languages; gift giving. she enjoys being the person who splurges on you, who gives into any little item you desire. in her eyes she's making up on all the times you decided not to get something, and with the amount of money she has in her bank account and all the charity and donations she does, she could get rid of some of the money rotting away, and who else better to spend it on than you? as much as she enjoys it, and as much as you're grateful for it all it's still something that's hard to digest. that someone is willingly spending their money on items and gifts for you, not out of circumstance or special occasion (although you guess christmas is a special occasion) but out of self want and love for you. itâs the side of a coin you've never seen before, coming from a family who was never as well off as the kirammanâs and being a child, and now an adult who still makes up the lavish gifts you can't afford with handcrafted gifts.
⣠you were running away, trying to escape the countdown to christmas day that was becoming shorter and shorter. still yet to inform your parents that you won't be home for christmas, dodging the question âwhat day will you be coming home?â whenever itâs brought up by either of them. even avoiding it whenever caitlyn asks how your parents took the news âuh, they don't know yet.â
well now they know. you hadn't planned on telling them today, you hadn't even planned on a day to tell them to be truthful. and now as you're curled up against caitlyn you're anything but focused on the movie that was put on.
ânow you're the one being quiet.â caitlyn pipes out, recalling a few weeks ago to when you called her out on the same thing.
âmy parents called before i came over,â your words prompt caitlyn to reach for the remote, clicking a button and pausing the movie. âi told them that i won't be home for christmas, or well they worked it out of me.â
from beside you cait sits up, disrupting your slumped figure to also sit up. âhowâd they take it?â
ânot well.â your response is short and to the point, and ânot wellâ is honestly the best way you could've said that they completely and utterly flipped out on you. eyes wandering around the room and passed caitlynâs head to avoid making any form of eye contact with her. you already didn't cry on the phone with your parents; too used to their treatment, and you weren't going to break down now in front of your girlfriend.
however, caitlynâs cerulean eyes bored into your avoidant form. âlook at me, my darling.â her mellow tone contrast the brashness of your parents, the difference alone makes tears prickle along your waterline. swiftly tucking your head over your shoulder, shielding yourself from caitlynâs gaze, knowing that if you dared to look at her, tears would come pouring down your cheeks in thick streams.
âdarling,â a cool hand raising to caress at your warm cheek, trying to get you to unveil yourself to her. âlook at me, please.â shutting your eyes you let the hand on your cheek move your face for you, not strong enough to do it yourself. it's quiet at this point, and you know now that you're âlookingâ at caitlyn, or well caitlyn is looking at you; feeling defeated at the quickness of your strong facade washing away, tears wetting your cheeks.
âopen your eyes, love.â
âi didn't think they'd be that upset.â you sigh, letting the words fall from your mouth, still keeping your eyes shut tight.
âoh, darlingââ
you cut cait off. âplease. don't pitty me, cait.â a moment of silence passes and you open your eyes, being met with caitlynâs. she wants to speak up, wants to console you, but she knows you need to get it out of your system. âthere's no use for my tears over them. theyâve always been the same and will stay the same, it's been that way for years. don't even know why they're so upset over me not coming home, iâll just end up being ignored anyway.â you explained, feeling your walls being built back up as you become defensive over the topic of your parents and their notâsoânurturing nature towards you.
there's a beat before caitlyn fully gathers what she wants to say. âiâm not pitying you, darling. youâve never spoken of your parents behavior towards you before, but i've noticed how you mood dulls whenever you go home. it's clear that being around your family drains you while they don't even give you a second thought. it's not fair to you.â
the hand on your cheek remained, sliding down the column of your neck to rest, her thumb rubbing at your jaw, her other hand coming up to the same position and matching the action of the other. the sincerity of her words cause even more hot tears to rush down from your eyes. âyou deserve the utmost respect and love.â
it eats you alive, but you must ask, hanging your head low. âyou really think that?â tone hushed and meek.
ârespect and love?â she questions, her own tone matching yours because just as much as you're intuned with her she's intuned with you and what you need. watching as your head reluctantly nods. and once again she utilizes her hands on your face to push your head up, allowing her to see you in all your puffy faces glory.
âmy darling, i believe you deserve the world.â
#đ àŁȘË ÖŽÖ¶Öžđ alice writes.#caitlynàŸàœČ txt.#۶ৠolder gf!caitlyn.#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane fluff#arcane angst#caitlyn arcane#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn kiramman fluff#caitlyn kiramman x you#caitlyn kiramman x reader#lesbian#wlw
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DADS FRIEND SEVIKA.... need her... sneaking around w her and stuff , possibly hcs
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i keep saying this but this is one of my favorite tropes... your age gap with her i tried to make somewhat reasonable so its not too extreme, and NOT ILLEGAL , and yes this is hcs kinda i guess. summary: sevika is your dads best friend, and your secret gf...
masterlist , mild nsfw
Sevika never had feelings for you up until the day you got back from collage. You seem to have matured more, at least in her eyes. But to your dad, you were still his little girl.
That's why she felt guilty for the thoughts she was starting to harbor for you. She supressed them as much as she physically could, but the way you looked at her and interacted with her made it near impossible.
The way you brought her water when she was all sweaty and dirty from helping your dad work on his car, your soft eyes meeting hers with a smile on your lips. It was so innocent yet you were drawing her in perfectly.
When you sat on the counter of the kitchen, engaging in conversation with her and your father she eyed the way your plush thighs contrasted against the marble.
You knew she liked you, and you felt the same way, for a long time actually, even when she didnt spare you a glance.
So you made sure to hug her a little tighter, and a little longer before she left. Looking up at her through your eyelashes, and delivering an innocent peck on the cheek.
At family gatherings you would let her pull out your chair for you, making sure she noticed the curve of your ass as you sat down.
Finally, she had enough.
When you were helping her bring boxes into the attic you had your back almost flush to her as you bent over to set down a large box.
"You know what you're doing"
Sevika grunted, pulling you into her warmth and slamming her lips into yours. She wasn't surprised in the slightest when you didn't bother retaliating and pulled her in closer.
The only thing that was holding her back is the scorn of your family. What would they think?
But it obviously wasn't holding her back, as for the next few weeks before you could speak to her in private again, she was always shooting you small glances and smirks.
And of course, you always returned them, brushing a hand down her toned arm when your dad wasn't looking, then switching to a firm pat when he turned around.
About three weeks later was the first time you guys could converse (kind of) privately, away from the rest of your family. She had told your father that she wanted to take you out on a 'girls' night.'
You knew better.
Your face flushed red when she asked right in front of you, knowing your dad would happily agree, overjoyed that his best friend and daughter were spending more time together.
To your surprise, she did take you out, on a nice dinner. You talked for a long time about your feelings for each other, it was mostly Sevika nodding and grunting in agreement. (Sometimes face palming at your eagerness.)
She took you to her home, more specifically, her room. She showed you what you were missing out on in college.
Sevika's hands are definitely more experienced than the women you were with previously, her calloused palms circling your hips and tracing your inner thighs.
You rode her thick thigh as she pressed a finger to your clit, cooing into your ear. She helped you ride out your orgasm until your head was resting on her shoulder, eyes slipping closed.
Sevika pushed your head back.
"Have to get you home at the curfew your dad set, yeah?"
You groaned, remembering your dad wanted you back by 11 PM for dinner. Your whole body protested as she lifted you from your position, helping clothe you.
You felt like a newborn deer, just learning how to walk, as you limped to the bathroom to freshen up.
When you finished, you came back to Sevika on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, and a cigarillo between her scarred lips.
You almost jumped into her lap at the sight before she got up, putting a hand on your waist to lead you to the door.
When you got home, you headed straight to your room, unable to look your dad in the eyes so soon. You could hear his and Sevikas' conversation.
"Yep, took good care of her alright."
From then on you both vowed to never let your family find out, not anytime soon anyway.
When nobody was looking, she would deliver a smack to your butt, but you were unable to do anything when she immediately delved into conversation with your father.
Sometimes, she slept over if she stayed a little too late, and you would visit her in the guest bedroom, trying your best to stay quiet. (Her hand is always over your mouth)
She slings her arm around your shoulder, and nobody thinks anything of it, but you see her small smirk.
When Sevika's fixing your sink, you sit on the counter above her while she lays on her back on the floor, reaching up to fiddle with the pipes. You can't see her upper half, but what you can see is her V line peeking out from under her shirt.
If she saw you bringing any friends over, she would raise an eyebrow before you reassured her with a wave and smile.
But she would still hover around the door of your room to make sure.
Your father trusts you going over to her home, so you linger there often, a lot of your clothes and other items litter her bedroom and bathroom
She appreciates the constant reminder of you.
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one of my best friends from middle through high school and even into adulthood despite the distance passed away when we were like 20ish.
it was so tragic. i was devastated. but at her wake everyone wore ratty punk and metal band tshirts, full goth make up, lots of long haired dudes in grateful dead tshirts. it was wonderful, honestly. there were way more people i could tell were there for her mom, but i instantly knew who was there *for her*. it was probably 2/3 her moms church and 1/3 people who knew a single thing abt her.
and everyone who was there for her mom hated us. they said we werent being respectful - i kept asking to who? who arent we being respectful to, her mom whos pissed we all look like we got out of a drunk party the night before and wandered into the funeral home in whatever we fell asleep in? probably half the people there did, and she would have adored that.
the funeral goes on, and this preacher gets up there and starts fire and brimstoning. me and her high school friends look at eachother totally fucking confused. what the hell is he saying? hes going on and on about how much her daughter (who also passed away - not going into these details) loved to go to church every wednesday and sunday. how my friend loved to take her daughter to Bible studies. how when the fucking meals on wheels showed up her daughter would dance around the parking lot of their government funded section 8 housing singing hallelujah and kids gospel songs and praising jesus.
we were pissed. the little group of weird emo bisexual girls-soon-to-boys, who grew up with her, sat in the back of the funeral and steamed. i whispered to one of them "if she could get up out of that coffin and leave this bullshit, she would." i guess that was more rude than lying about a dead persons life because some old lady turned around and gave me a nasty look. i asked her who are you? howd you know dana? whens the last time you saw her step foot in a church, cuz i havent seen her in one since we all quit going at 14 because the youth leaders stopped providing free food and that was the only reason wed been going.
she didnt have a response. but i was rude, not the man lying about her, or lying about her daughter. her daughter was only like 2 btw, she could barely walk or talk let alone dance around and sing. and meals on wheels was an incredibly embarrassing experience for her as a young, single mother raising her child. everyone judged her for getting pregnant in hs and while unmarried. she had to pretend to be christian when they came around cuz theyd always give her pamphlets and tell her god loves her and she was afraid they wouldnt stop by her apt anymore if she didnt say those things back.
her tombstone has a bible verse carved in it, because even after death she has been forcibly christianified no matter how many times she told me she didnt believe in god, she believed in kurt cobain, and she hoped if she got reincarnated she came back as a cat.
none of that shit mattered and when i expressed how fucking rude this shit was, i was told the funeral wasnt for her it was for comforting her mother. i said so if i decide to lie abt u after u die and say you were an atheist just like me and ur scared of the black void after death, thatd be ok?
no one likes that question.
anyway, this particular subject is a sore spot. this was my friends blog, let me know if u think she might have been a Secret Christian @1000silentneedles-blog (warning her header is Very Flashy)
I know I just restating the point of that post but respecting religious freedom will sometimes require you to respect someone's belief that religious beliefs are categorically untrue, and there are a lot of people who are unable to handle this, and even more people who think they agree with this but haven't really grappled with what it means.
#death //#child death //#sorry to op if this response is too much#i tried not to be graphic and just focus on the topic of the post but this subject can easily get away from me#anyway i continue to be fucking pissed abt this#its been like 8 years
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you embarrassed dilf!matt with your whining when out christmas shopping with him and now he has plans for when you two get home..
ââ .âŠ. ââ
âwhen can we go home, mâfeet hurttttâ is what matt has heard maybe over 50 times in the past hour, to be fair â he did warn you about the extensive amount of time he would be out searching for gifts but you didnât think he would take this long. your feet were killing you, you guess wearing your mary janes wasnât the brightest idea to have.
âsweet girl please, just another 30 minutes and weâll be on our way out okay?â matt said, trying his best not to let any annoyance slip in between those words. âb-but you said that 30 minutes ago!!â you grumble and slump into him like a toddler, which wouldnât have been a problem if it was just you and matt alone since heâs now used to your bratty behavior but there was a few more than a couple of people around who gave you odd looks.
âmy love- cut it out, people are staring.â his tone now stern and assertive, which makes you stand up straight and look behind you to find the amount of judgmental looks you had gotten.
your face now a bright shade of red as you begin to hide your in his neck, breathing in the small hints of mahogany and vanilla â which somewhat calms your nerves. you two finally leave the mall and are on your way home, youâre now sitting with your hands in your lap and matt is gripping onto the wheel which makes you clench your thighs and your mind begin to wander. all of that is interrupted when you hear matt speak up.
âcanât believe you, embarrassing me acting like a whiny little brat. couldnât even wait 30 more minutes, youâre in for it when we get home.â he says not even glancing over at you, youâre heart starts to race at the possible ways tonight could go but that only makes a familiar wet patch start to form in your lacy panties.
he looks over to see you in youâre own world fantasizing about later tonight but that doesnât last long.
âyâhear me? what are you smiling about over there?â the car abruptly stops at the red light and he grips onto your chin so your now face to face with him. âcâmon doll, tell me. or yaâ too shy to?â he laughs before letting go of your face. âyâreally think mâgonna give you what you want huh?â he laughs once more before driving again when the light turns green.
thats when you knew you were really in for it tonight.
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see a cheerleader, breed a cheerleader
pairing â """nerd!"""jeno x (f) cheerleader!reader
genre .. warnings â smut, noncon, dubcon, oral (m receiving), male face sitting, face fucking, unprotected sex, blackmail, choking, hitting, virgin!reader
summary â ever since forever, you have always gotten your way with people by whatever means necessary. a wink and a smile is all it takes to make a boy drop to your feet and worship you. no one told you to think that lee jeno would be any different. as it turns out, actions do have consequences.
wc â 14.9k
a/n â lowkey i think i subconsciously drew inspo from the fact that finals week made me consider both suicide and homicide. no jungwooâs were hurt in the making of this fic. merry christmas! as always, feedback is appreciated!
donât like it, donât read.
 ➠short, sweet, sometimes sticky
it was supposed to be like everybody else.
short, sweet, maybe sticky if you considered that one time youâd shaken that jisung boyâs sweat-coated hands and watched the pale of his face burn the same fierce rose as the lens he saw you through.Â
youâd laughed lightheartedly to spare him the embarrassment, telling him that everybody got a little sweaty every now and then, especially you. after all, cheerleading was more than skipping around and twirling. and at those words, youâd watched his eyes haze with the image of you damp with sweat, drenched head to toe.
hook, line, and sinker.
far too easy, exactly how you liked them. smart, easy, and utterly unable to resist you.
no one told you to expect something different from lee jeno. and why would you? he knew all the right answers, had some of the best marks, and practically lived in the library. he perfectly fit the bill of your standard victim.
which was why you had no qualms about approaching him in the library while he was typing away at his laptop, occasionally sipping from some kind of coffee.
as if he could sense he was in imminent danger and needed to evacuate immediately, jeno turned around before you could even make it completely to the table and saw you advancing on him with a pretty, practiced smile. âhi,â you greeted, waving at him. falling, your hands gripped the rear of the chair beside him. âis someone sitting here?â
jeno raised a brow at you, but shook his head. âno, no oneâs sitting there.â
âperfect,â you replied, pulling out the chair and taking a seat. you turned so that you were facing him. âjeno, right?â
jeno nodded slowly, wondering where this was going. he got plenty girls, sure, but none ever approached him in the library. âthatâs me,â he said, curious. âdo i know you?â
âwell, probably not,â you replied, giggling as if something was funny. âbut, you know⊠iâm a cheerleader.â
jeno hummed. âare you now?â
you bobbed your head expectantly. âyeah, and iâve heard about how smart you are. iâm impressed, to be honest. i mean, every time iâm in the library, i see you sitting here. i could never spend so much time here. you must have a lot of resolve to do something like that.â
âyou think so?â jeno asked, pretending to be flattered just to see where you were leading him.Â
âi do. like, really do,â you replied, brushing your fingers against his forearm. âi just have so many other,â better, âthings to do, you know. with cheer, iâm either practicing or resting so that iâll have energy for practice. itâs really hard on me, you know?â
jeno stifled a chuckle and glanced back at his laptop screen. âyou poor thing.â
your brows stitched. he wasnât paying nearly enough attention to you. it was almost like he was uninterested. âand thatâs why i was wondering if you could help me. i mean, youâre such a genius. you could probably do it in half the time it would take me,â you continued, lowering your hand onto his denim-clad thigh, and becoming surprised by how sturdy it felt.
jeno spared a fleeting glance at your hand on his left thigh before his eyes flitted to your face, watching you wink at him and throw him a smile. âlet me get this straight,â he started, slowly caressing the back of your hand with his thumb as it sat on his thigh. âyou want me to⊠do your work for you?â
âhey, your hard work wouldnât go unrewarded,â you insisted, ignoring the unexpected motions of his thumb. âyouâd have my attention. i mean, like i said, i donât have a lot of time to give away. but iâm willing to spend some of it on you.â
jeno snickered, unable to help himself anymore. âare you this patronizing to everyone you meet?â he asked.
your eyes flickered. âp-patronizing?â
jeno smiled, patting your hand before setting it on your own thigh. âsorry, was that a big word for you? you know, when you think youâre too good for something, but you donât want to say it, so you play sweet and act like youâre helping me, when really, itâs the other way around.â
switching on a dime, you narrowed your eyes at him. for such a pretty boy, he had quite the attitude. âi know what patronizing means. and right now, i think youâre the one being patronizing.â
âam i?â jeno asked, feigning obliviousness. âhowâs it taste, cheerleader? doesnât feel good, does it?â
your face was set in a scowl. sometimes it hurt you to play nice with people, and now was one of those times. âare you gonna help me or not?â you snapped.
âthere it is,â jeno sang, chuckling to himself. he put his hand on your thigh now, squeezing the flesh gently. for now. âthereâs the real you.â
you swallowed, glaring over at him with a hint of defiance despite the disgusting, foreign feeling rotting in your chest. it had never gone like this before. every situation predating this one had been somewhat predictable, to the point where youâd come to expect certain reactions. this was not that.
âiâll help you,â jeno said after a pause.
you forced a smile. âgreat, soâŠâ
jeno interjected, âon one condition.â
smile faltering, you trailed off, processing his words. now he was making some kind of deal with you? who in the hell did this man think he was?
âon one condition?â you echoed, as if youâd somehow misheard him. your brows scrunched in suspicion. âwhat condition?â
jeno grinned, the look on his face sly as hell and a stark contrast from the disgruntled glower on yours. âgive me something in return,â was all he said, the tightening hold on your thigh giving away more than his words had.
you gawked, as if you were offended, and quickly swat at his hand. âiâm not having sex with you, you pervert!â
âsure, youâre not,â jeno answered with a chuckle, eyes twinkling with amusement. everything about you was alluring to him for mostly all the reasons unintended. âbut you said iâd have your attention. i guess you think itâs not often a poor, busy nerd like myself gets anyoneâs attention, yeah? but nerds get tired too, donât they? they need to de-stressâŠâ
âthatâs not my problem,â you spat.Â
âyou getting an F isnât my problem, either,â jeno retorted, shrugging his shoulders. âso what itâs gonna be, cheerleader?â
something about this situation isnât right to you. maybe itâs the lack of power you currently wielded over him, despite the fact that you had gotten used to having your way with academically competent boys like himself. if he werenât taller than you and stronger than you, youâd resort to other, more familiar methods.
but jeno had changed the entire trajectory of this interaction for the worse, and now you had to determine whether or not it was beneath you to let him treat you as if you were some kind of object. you sulkily mulled it over, arms folded, trying to think of a way to maintain some semblance of power. âfine,â you finally replied, relenting. âbut iâm not doing anything that requires me taking my clothes off.â
âyou never seen a good porno, cheerleader?â jeno asked, a stupid, taunting smile blemishing his lips. âthat cute little uniform of yours is the whole appeal to some people.â
âmy name isâŠ,â you huffed irritably, tired of being referred to by your title.Â
âfrankly, cheerleader, i donât care what your name is,â jeno told you with brutal honesty. âyouâre the one that introduced yourself as a cheerleader, like thatâs your whole personality or something. thinking it would make me fold. you canât be stupid and demanding.â
you gaped, affronted by the sheer audacity of him to even utter those words to you, like you were some dumb bimbo. âiâm not stupid! iâm just too busy.â
âright. too busy,â jeno echoed, obviously none too convinced. âsorry for assuming.â
with a roll of your eyes, you stood up from the table chair, feeling utterly disrespected. âyeah, you should be,â you said, despite knowing his apology was completely inauthentic. âwhereâs your phone?â
jeno arched a brow and glanced over to his phone, sitting face down against the table on the other side of him. before he could even respond, you reached over him to grab it and pointed it at his face, unlocking it as if youâd done it a million times before.
then, you started typing away, all the while jeno watched you with an amused expression on his face. he had to admit, you were surely something. and though he found you entertaining, he couldnât shake the thought that you desperately needed someone to put you in your place.
âreach me here,â you said after a moment, handing him his phone back. the screen was on his messages, a fresh contact with you. âpleasure doing business with you.â
with that, you walked away.Â
jeno shook his head, scoffing. who the hell did you think you were?
over the next few days or so, you met with jeno to better construct exactly what your expectations were pertaining to your work. or at least, those were the words heâd used. most of those limited encounters had ended with his hands sealing around your breasts.
you let it slide, deciding that a little over-the-clothes stuff was relatively harmless. after all, this was the busiest youâd been all year long, and you were far too exhausted when you got home to be burdened with stupid assignments and pesky discussion posts. the next two months, if not the next two weeks, were going to kill you if you didnât have someone to carry at least half the workload on your behalf.
it was okay. jenoâs inability to keep his hands to himself was fine. it wasnât like anybody was going to know, or that this arrangement would last long enough for them to find out. you would get to keep your dignity and your grades, without saving one at the expense of the other.
short, sweet, and sticky, remember? maybe the latter was simply manifesting in the way jenoâs hands were stuck to you. not that anything about him was sweet.
more like sacrifice.
 ➠gilded age
âguess who just made the list of this weekâs top ten trending sluts,â jennie said as she walked up beside you and roseanne.
roseanne perked up that, though she couldnât help but mischievously quip, âyou?â
jennie narrowed her eyes. âhoe, as if,â she spat. âi know how to keep my legs closed.â
you snickered. âgod, what happened now?â
âa sex tape got leaked. hyeri, and apparently johnny.â
your nose scrunched, as if disgusted. âalways knew she was a slut. i mean, you should have been there to see the way she acted around the jocks in high school. her eyes were practically screaming, âpick me, choose me, fuck me,ââ you mocked.
roseanne burst into giggles, downing the rest of what was left in her red cup. âi donât think thatâs how that goes,â she chimed. âbut johnny? is she crazy? i hope they didnât do it raw. i heard rumors that heâs got the clap.âÂ
âhe sure clapped something, alright,â jennie retorted, much to your amusement. âit was definitely raw. hope it was worth the itch. you guys wanna see?â
âabsolutely not,â you said, shaking your head vigorously. âi bet her parents would love to see it, though. on second thought, send me it.â
roseanne gawked. âare you serious?â
you bobbed your head, grinning deviously. âyeah. you guys have no idea what that bitch was like in high school. i tried teaching her a lesson, but she just never learned. itâs like the bitch is addicted to pain or something.â
jennie shook her head, pretending to disapprove, though she was intrigued to see how far you would your obvious loathing. âjust sent it.â
your phone vibrated in your hand a few seconds later. you opened your instagram burner account, scrolling through your mainâs following to find hyeriâs motherâs page, and dropped the video in her inbox. your sly giggle alerted your friends to your success and you dropped your phone in your pocket, satisfied.
âoh, youâre sick,â jennie insulted playfully, nudging your arm. âi wonder if sheâll say anything.â
you shrugged your shoulders, feigning nonchalance as if you werenât excited to see how her mother would respond. âdonât know, but iâm more curious about if sheâll talk to hyeri about it. iâd love to be a fly on the myungâs wall when that happens.â
roseanne tapped your shoulder. âhey, donât look now, but that jeno guy is staring you.â
your head whirled around, spotting jeno in his own corner of the party, indeed watching your every move as if he wanted to consume you and was waiting for the perfect moment to attack. which, if he was, would not be surprising.Â
roseanne sighed in annoyance. âi literally just said donât look now.â
you turned back to face them, shaking your head. âdonât worry about that creep,â you replied, brushing it off. âheâs just begging to get in my pants. didnât even know he went to parties.â
for whatever reason, jennie laughed. something about what you said tickled her, apparently. âum, yeah. thatâs jeno for you, alright. heâs either partying with his friends or grinding in the library, no in between. perfectly balanced lifestyle, i have to admit it.â
your brows furrowed. that was news to you. and probably an important piece of information that youâd conveniently missed when narrowing down your targets. maybe you should have asked around about him more. you just didnât think that someone who studied as hard as he did could also be the life of the party.
what was he doing here, anyway? shouldnât he have been off doing your homework? useless fucking nerdy-not.
âdo you guys know each other or something?â roseanne pressed, noticing the strange tension in the air despite the fact that you and jeno were feet apart. which was honestly admirable. âdo you think you could get him to put me on with jungwoo?â
jennieâs laughter rang out again, only this time, it was much louder, and much more mocking. âplease. jungwoo isnât gonna touch any of us after how she broke his heart. youâd have better luck with jaehyun,â she sneered.
roseanne glared, a snarl on her face. âfuck jaehyun.â
âyeah, i bet you want to. i bet youâre still dreaming of that big, thick, meaty dick you wouldnât shut up about, like, two months ago.â
âa lot can change in two months.â
âoh, it sure can,â jennie replied, humming. âit sure can.â
 ➠takes two to tango
jeno: come over
you: no
jeno: that wasnât a requestÂ
you: no where in our agreement does it say you get to boss me around
jeno: not even for an A?
you: thatâs what your grabby hands are for
jeno: i donât have to do this, you know. i can let you be a grown up and fiend for yourself like the rest of us
you: iâm otw, chill. jesus
the knock of your fist against jenoâs door was incessant, more than likely enough to exasperate his neighbors, given that it was particularly late at night and a good number of them had to have been sleeping.
jeno threw the door open with a scowl, obviously irritated. âyou are so fucking annoying,â he hissed, dragging you inside and shutting the door behind you.Â
âow!â you cried out, snatching your arm away. âstop that, iâm sore.â
jeno shook his head, his discontent frown disappearing in favor of an entertained, idiotic smile. âsore, huh? from doing what?â
you rolled your eyes. âif it isnât obvious, iâm a cheerleader,â you reminded, gesturing down to your uniform. âmeaning, i cheer.â
ignoring your snarky attitude, jeno glanced you up in down, taking in the sight of you in that tight, short cheer uniform that clung to you rather snugly. sweat still beaded at your damp legs and likely gathered between your breasts and down your back, as jeno was imagining. âyeah, you cheer. you wonât let me forget,â he said, amused.
âwell, iâm busy,â you said, crossing your arms.
busy, my fucking ass, jeno thought to himself. âyeah, you wonât let me forget that, either. and yet, i saw you giggling with your friends at a party two weeks ago, looking completely fine. your poor, exhausted legs seemed to be working perfectly.â
âwhat, so i canât have hobbies now?â
âsure, you can,â jeno replied, shrugging his shoulders. âi just have to ask, do you ever do anything productive with your time?â
âof course, i do,â you hissed, before quickly deflecting, âbut we both know thatâs not why you made me come all the way over here. so, what do you want?â
âyour attention,â jeno said without missing a beat. his hands plopped against your bare shoulders and began wandering down your arms, rubbing them back and forth. âiâm in desperate need of a cheerleaderâs sweet, precious attention.â
the disgruntled grimace on your face was the most effort you made to express your discomfort, not that he was looking there anyway. to him, at the moment, the sight of your body was much more appetizing. you watched with a repugnant burn simmering in your gaze as his eyes met your long, slender legs.
without warning, jeno grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you into the air, making you cry out in surprise. arms dangling around his neck, you held on for dear life, not an inch of your body feeling safe in his arms. you had been hauled further away from the ground by your cheermates, but this was different; no one wanted to fail, meaning no one would drop you. you had no reason to assume that jeno would handle you delicately.
but his burly arms, however, were not lost on you. though you hadnât yet seen them in full power, your interactions mostly taking form of him forcing your back flush against the chiseled muscle of his chest as he kneaded yours, you could only imagine what the hands that groped you were capable of.Â
in a matter of seconds, you landed on your back against his sheets, another shrill screech escaping your throat. âjeno, what the hell?â you exclaimed.Â
âiâm not getting on my knees for you,â jeno said, the slyest of smiles tugging at his lips. ânot unless itâs to fuck you. and youâre just too good to give it up, arenât you?â
for him, definitely. and you would have said so, but your lips parted in a gasp, surprised and startled. something wet pushed along your sore legs, which were abruptly yanked to pillars far above your head so that theyâd be more conveniently within reach of jenoâs tongue as he licked long, hot lines at them.
your eyes were rooted on him, fixed in a shape unlike their natural narrowed, black blaze and it would instead be more apt likening them to the fear and fret of a deer in crossed paths. wide, waiting, almost innocent. too used to circumstance to understand its fabric and too unfamiliar to chance to understand its fate.
unsatisfied, jeno bent your knee and pushed your leg further as he stood over the edge of his bed, and, in turn, over you, a grip on your ankles that you could feel in your bones. âjeno, that hurts,â you whined.Â
jeno didnât understand why you were bitching. âbut youâre a cheerleader,â he echoed. âarenât you flexible?â
you writhed uncomfortably as he continued shamelessly, tongue even daring to twist against the bone underneath the bend of your knee, a sensation that itched more than you expected. his lips sealed around your skin, sucking and nibbling.
needless to say, it was unlike anything you had experienced before. âstop, thatâs weird!â
âstop complaining,â jeno groaned, pushing your leg even harder. âitâs like all you ever do is complain about how hard your life is.â
your eyes stung now not only with loathing, but the threat of hot tears. it was stupid; it sounded dramatic, but you felt it was warranted when he was the one actively making your life harder. âyouâre a fucking weirdo,â you snapped.Â
jeno heard it. the slight tremble in your voice despite the courage youâd been feigning. that was the sole reason he even bothered to look up at your face, the tears in them stealing his attention away in a heartbeat. he didnât know whether to be amused or annoyed, or maybe even both. âgod, now youâre crying,â he pointed out. âi havenât even done anything to you. do you need me to give you a reason to cry?â
you shook your head. all you needed was to go home and recharge. you were beginning to doubt whether or not he was worth the trouble he carried with him in exchange for a grade that would keep your parents off your back, especially if he was going to make pulling stunts like this a regular habit.Â
the last thing you expected jeno to do was tug the bottom of your top past the shadow of your breasts, slackening the taut grip on your ankles in favor of your wrists as if he knew you would dare resist him, and burying his face between your chest. you exhaled shakily, mortified by the hot, wet feel of his tongue licking a stripe between your breasts, gathering leftover sweat on its tip.
and you did thrash. but you were getting a taste of that power now; a power that wasnât your own, a power that you couldnât reap. a power that grabbed you with its calloused fist with a might so strong you couldnât move. and it was for the first time that you felt utterly weak. there had to be a word for something as unfathomable as that, but it was so foreign to you that you couldnât think of it.
to make matters worse, jeno was taking his time, sucking bruises onto the skin of your chest in between his licking, as if he wanted to ensure there was no spot left untouched, no drop of sweat left behind. your face strained with discomfort, wanting more than anything to get away from him and this awful feeling rotting inside of your heart.
maybe your cries for mercy were heard, because no sooner had you hoped for an end than it came. âyou can go now,â jeno said, pulling away. he pulled your shirt back down and smoothed out any wrinkles, which was almost kind of him.
even though you were more than eager to be rid of him, you lay there, dumbfounded. it was one thing to be violated, and it was another to be dismissed, but to happen in rapid succession of each other quickly bred some ugly emotion that was only festering.
jeno had expected you to scurry out of his bed, and out of his apartment, so the fact that you were still there bemused him. âwhat, do you want more?â he teased.Â
you shook your head, sitting up a little too quickly. your head started to feel lightheaded. you barked, âthat isnât what i agreed to!â
jeno had the audacity to laugh. like you had told a joke of some kind. âisnât it? your clothes are still technically on. that was what you agreed to. remember?â
you dropped to your feet, pushing past him. âyouâre disgusting,â was all you said, making a beeline for the door.
âtakes two to tango, baby,â jeno called after you, simpering.
you didnât look back. you couldnât. there was an unpleasant stir in your gut - not as easily distinguishable as the loathing - unlike anything you had ever felt and you desperately wanted it to go away, to rid of yourself of anything that even remotely resembled lee jeno.
 ➠chess, not checkers
deep, low grunts smacked against the walls and bounced back with almost the same amount of vigor of jenoâs quick, unrelenting hips, the sound nearly as hard and heavy as he was. the only thing rivaling the tightness of the hole he was using was the wince of his closed eyes and the grip of his strong hands.
jeno didnât want to see. it would be too blatantly obvious that she wasnât you, and that it wasnât your blemished hips he was holding. though she sounded nothing like you. he knew that you would have been so much whinier, and despite finding them painfully obnoxious, he found himself longing to hear all your worthless, melodramatic complaints.
instead, he heard soft moans mingling with his own labored sounds as his hips moved with a mind of their own, imagining it was you underneath him where you truly belonged.
the image stained the back of his eyelids, burned behind them every time he closed his eyes; the shortness of your pleated skirt scrunched around your hips, weak legs on his broad shoulders with nicks and bruises scattered here and there, arms swinging aimlessly.
and if he got tired of hearing you, he could simply press his palm squarely against your mouth, muting the sound of your incessant fussing. if he really wanted to put you in your place, he could clasp his hands around your throat and clamp down onto your windpipe till all that escaped you was a pitiful, featherlight squeak.
jeno could tell no one had ever properly put you in your place before, no one had ever stood up to you and reminded you of your level. you were in desperate need of a humbling and didnât even know it yourself. no one better than jeno for the role, he figured. a little cheerleader parading around in a uniform to feel different from everybody else she met didnât scare him whatsoever.
the only thing saving you was essentially the fact that you were undeniably pretty and not necessarily to blame for the schoolâs superficial culture, which elevated girls like you in terms of status despite it having no real meaning or manifestations outside of campus, and put you on top when you were within the bubble.
but outside the bubble, away from the boys who thought of you as this beautiful, unattainable poison and the girls who enabled you with a faux sense of togetherness, you had no real identity, no real power, and no real worth.
and yet, maybe jeno was contributing to the problem. maybe he had inadvertently become one of the people elevating you. because choking in the heat of the moment, he uttered your name, forgetting who he was with and where he was.
hands shoved at him, hard. at least, hard enough for him to be jolted out of his reverie, finally gazing into the eyes that seethed because of him. âdid you just call me that evil witchâs name?â seoa barked.
jeno winced. that was a fair reaction, all things considered. he wouldnât have wanted to have been called your name out of everyoneâs, either. he rubbed his nape. âwellâŠâ
âunbelievable,â seoa replied, scoffing. she got out of the bed and hurriedly began picking her clothes up from the floor, redressing herself.
jeno exhaled a breath, mostly annoyed that his orgasm had been ruined, but still feeling a hint of sympathy. âseoa, wait,â he said, touching her shoulder.
seoa recoiled, pulling away. jeno had never seen anyone be so ready to put on their pants after being with him, not even with a hell of a schedule after. ânever touch me again,â she spat, walking out with her shoes in tow. âfuck you.â
jeno ran a hand through his hair, watching her leave, and murmured under his breath, âgod dammit.â
a few days later, while they were attending a festival, jaemin marched over to jeno, draping an arm over his shoulder, and asked, âwanna tell me why seoa blocked all of us and sheâs been glaring at me and mark since she got here?â
jeno snickered, shaking his head in slight disbelief. he was over it by now, he figured she would be too. âi let a certain cheerleaderâs name slip while i was balls deep inside her,â he confessed. which he wasnât necessarily proud of, considering the only reason he even knew your name was because youâd saved your own contact on his phone.
jaeminâs brows furrowed, glancing around as if he was trying to spot you in the crowd like a heat-seeking missle. âwho?â
rolling his eyes, jeno grabbed the back of jaeminâs head with one hand and turned it in your general direction, hoping it would help. and jeno knew it had when jaeminâs confusion melted into disgust.Â
âoh, that bitch?â he asked, nose wrinkled.
jeno chuckled, releasing his friendâs head. âsheâs a bitch, but sheâs pretty.â
jaemin couldnât argue with that fact even if heâd wanted to. âyeah, iâll give her that. cute in the face. sheâs fake as hell, though. played jungwoo like a fiddle. he did six months worth of her homework because she promised theyâd get together.â
that was news to jeno. he knew you were cruel, having had stories from jisung and the like, but he never knew of your history with jungwoo. if it could be called that. âdid they fuck?â he couldnât help but ask.
jaemin shook his head, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand before he answered, âhe said she always turned him down. told him she was waiting for âthe perfect moment.ââ
now that was funny as hell. jeno had only known you for a few weeks and yet even he quickly pieced together that you werenât the romantic type. âwell, thatâs fucked up,â he said, happily accepting yet another reason to dislike you. âbut heâs dumb as fuck if he did her homework for six months without getting a crumb of pussy in return.â
jaemin made a face, nodding. âyeah,â he exhaled, giving the impression that heâd wanted to defend jungwoo. âbut man, what possessed you to say her name while fucking the seoa? i need a good excuse. you just blew my shot with her.â
jeno shrugged. âdonât have one. she approached me maybe three weeks ago asking me to do her homework, and i agreed.â
jaemin gawked. that didnât sound like jeno. like at all. âman, what? is she paying you?â
âoh, dividends,â jeno quipped.
âoh, and in what? pussy?â
ânope.â
jaemin looked horrified. he was so damn dramatic. âthen, why the hell are you doing her bidding? that doesnât sound like you.â
it didnât, not immediately, but jeno had his reasons. âentertainment purposes,â he replied curtly.
jaemin shook his head, taking another swig of his drink. certainly, he was drinking, not smoking. âyouâre becoming her pawn for entertainment purposes? unbelievable, bro.â
âchess, not checkers, jaem.â jeno smirked, putting a hand on jaeminâs shoulder. âyouâll see.â
âž things good guys doÂ
âyouâre lucky i was already out,â jeno told you when you let him into your apartment. âitâs the middle of the night for fuckâs sake. what do you want?â
âoh, please,â you spat, damn near rolling your eyes. your arms were folded. âyou get to call me over at the ungodly hour, but when i do it, itâs a problem?â
jeno exhaled through his nose and ran a hand through his hair, wondering why he bothered to come here when he had no obligation to do your bidding, as jaemin had put it. but something told him that he wouldnât have any regrets. âyeah, it is. now, what do you want?â
you were silent for a few moments, somewhat ashamed of the request you would ultimately make. you sighed, surrendering. âi need help with calculus,â you finally said.
jenoâs shoulders drooped, eyes shrinking in a contemptuous disbelief. âseriously?â
âseriously,â you repeated, sitting down on your couch as your laptop screen glared back at you from the coffee table.
jeno groaned, âi seriously donât know how you even got into this school. canât you do anything by yourself?â
you gawked, affronted. he made you sound like some incompetent, immature dickhead. âcontrary to a weirdly popular belief, iâm actually really smart,â you insisted, having the transcripts to prove it. âbut my professor sucks and i need an eighty-nine on my final to keep my A. and itâs not like you can walk in and take it for me because itâs proctored.â
jeno shook his head and reminded, âyou know this little agreement we have doesnât include me tutoring you, right?â
âit didnât include you assaulting me, either,â you retorted.
âyou think that was assault?â jeno asked, scoffing. he dropped beside you on your couch, the proximity instinctively making you suck in a breath. âif i wasnât a good guy, iâd show you assault.â
scooting over to ensure maximum distance between your bodies, you argued, âgood guys donât call themselves good guys.â
âgood guys have self-control,â jeno replied matter-of-factly, resisting a chuckle. he didnât make a move to touch you, but he noticed how tense you looked now that he was sitting beside you. âiâll tutor you, but weâll have to up the terms of our agreement.â
you swallowed sharply, throat bobbing. you had a feeling you werenât going to enjoy these new terms. âwhat do you want?â
âa blowjob.â
âthatâs disgusting,â you spat without a second thought, features contorting with repugnance.
jeno quipped, âand so is your inability to do your school work without using and depending on every intelligent boy you meet, but hey, iâm sure you canât help that.â
you sighed, exasperated, and cradled your face in your hands. was this seriously what your life had come to? giving a boy a blowjob in exchange for a pretty transcript?
jeno grinned, appreciating the sight of you in distress. it was a sign, a good sign, and he intended to bring it out of you more and more, bleeding you absolutely dry. lowering a hand onto your thigh, he urged, âcome on, bruise those little knees for me. donât you bruise âem for cheer?â
âthatâs not the same!â you whined.Â
âof course, itâs not,â jeno said, squeezing your thigh as his shoulders trembled with laughter. âcheer isnât helping you graduate with flying colors.â
you desperately wanted him to be wrong, you were begging for him to be wrong, but you both knew that if he was, he wouldnât have been here with you at the moment. not now, not three weeks ago, not ever. so you sucked it up, slamming down your laptop lid, and grumbled, âfine.â
maybe he didnât come here for nothing, after all. grateful heâd trusted his gut, jeno stood up and clutched your arm to pull you along with him. âcome on, letâs go to your room. i like my blowjobs a little messy and iâm sure you donât want to mess up your nice carpet.â
you snatched your arm away from him, hating his insistence on touching you for every little reason whenever he possibly could, even if it was insignificant. your mouth was taut as you begrudgingly headed for your bedroom.
it was obvious that you were sour. walking behind you, jeno couldnât help but chime, âglad to see that you can at least walk by yourself!â
you bristled in annoyance, wishing you could just get rid of him, but you knew it wouldnât be wise to discard him so quickly. at least for now, he still held some kind of value.
jeno walked in behind you, looking particularly radiant, and you hated that you knew why. hell, you hated the reason itself. âget on your knees,â he commanded.
normally, you would complain about him giving you orders as if you were his lap dog or something, but you just wanted to get this over with. you were already so over this entire week. you slowly dropped to your knees, trying to ignore how demeaning it felt.Â
âgood girl,â jeno praised at your compliance. ânow, look up at me with those pretty eyes and ask me to help you with calc. ask me nicely.â
you met his eyes, noticing the expectant glimmer in his gaze that you so badly wanted to knock off. but you werenât dumb enough to incite violence against a grown man that walked around with his bulging muscles on display for all the world to see, and you didnât doubt that he would hit you back. âjeno, please help me with calculus,â you pleaded, choosing your battles.
jeno hummed, satisfied. âyou sound so pretty and sweet when you ask nicely, instead of demanding things. didnât know you were capable of that,â he told you, running his fingers through your hair. âtake it out. get me hard.â
your hands moved to his sweatpants, tugging at them enough to bring them down just shy of his knees, and doing the same with his underwear. he wasnât hard yet, but that would be an easy fix; witnessing your state of pure anguish, watching you speak and move as if you were totally dejected, always excited him.
not to mention that the sight of you on your knees for him, the more he took it in, was arousing him even more than he thought it would. he had pictured it in his mind before, you serving him, pleasuring him, existing solely for him, but nothing could compare to the sight he beheld now.
at least, nothing other than you actually doing something rather than sitting there like an idiot. he liked taking control, but he figured you would take matters into your own hands, literally, when he gave the order. âdo you need me to tell you what to do or something?â he asked, huffing irritably. âput your tongue on it. tease the head.â
your face and ears burned in ways they rarely did, but you nodded wordlessly and did as told, bracing your hands on his thighs and reluctantly pressing your tongue onto his tip, looking anywhere but his eyes as the muscle swirled around.
that amused jeno to no end. at least for now, he would let it slide, not feeling the need to maintain eye contact with you at the moment. if he needed to, he would simply just grab a nice, thick fistful of your hair and yank it back to jolt your head up at him. he could still see your pretty, bare face, hair arranged messily at the top of your head with a few needless strands jutting out here and there.
he liked that. of course, he would have been more than enthusiastic to have you suck him off if youâd been all dolled up, making you ruin your makeup and undo at least an hour of careful, clean work, but he also just took pleasure in seeing this natural, undone part of you. he wanted to see you for what you really were.
it didnât take long for him to get hard. with all his thoughts revolving around you and the feel of your tongue on the head of his dick, that was a no-brainer. âgood, now put it in your mouth. take as much as you can and not an inch less,â jeno instructed.
widening your mouth, you accepted his stout, heavy cock into your mouth, lips forming a tight suction around the head and steadily advancing down his shaft. bit by bit, inch by nightmarishly thick inch. you had made it maybe halfway down his shaft when you quickly discovered your limit.
jeno was surprisingly content, despite the fact that you definitely still had a few more inches to go. âthere you go,â he said, giving your head a soft pat of approval. âsuck. go slow. and donât you dare let me feel any teeth.âÂ
your heart was thumping out of something you could only understand as fear, even though jeno hadnât done anything to warrant it yet. inhaling through your nose, you tried to level your breathing, taking your time to draw in his cock lest you made a mistake. the hint of warning in jenoâs voice, in spite of the calmness, was clear.
jeno, on the other hand, was reaching elysian heights. faint grunts of, âfuck,â escaped his pink lips, large hands at his sides reflexively tensing into tightly clenched fists in need of something to grab, hips just barely stuttering. your mouth was hot and wet, with the added benefit of your torturous tongue pressed against his size.
there was a pinch of desperacy in your actions that overcame the resistance; a desperacy not necessarily to please him, but to appease him. accidents were the last thing you could afford and eliciting his frustration was the last thing you wanted.
âlick,â jeno said, chest undulating. âup and down.â
with a hum, you started drawing long, wet lines back and forth on his veiny shaft, almost as if you were tracing the bold veins with your tongue. jenoâs reaction was instantaneous, deep groans the only thing you could hear other than the wet sound of your mouth on his cock, sucking and licking.Â
jenoâs eyes fluttered closed. âfuck. yeah, like that.â
you pressed your tongue against the underside of his dick, lingering in each spot for a moment before you continued, mostly because he seemed to like it when you did. which was your north star in an empty, dead night, because you had not a clue what the hell you were doing and you were afraid of making it obvious somehow.
if jeno could tell, he didnât make it known. he was in a world of his own, all too happily reaping the pleasure from your mouth as if it was a dream come true for him. âkiss my balls. lick it.â
you stifled the sigh you were half tempted to let loose, pulling off his cock with a wet sound and a string of saliva connecting from the sticky tip to your glossy lips. moving your head, you took a moment to steel yourself before peppering tiny, soft kisses along his balls, down to his scrotum.
it wasnât the most dignifying thing you had ever done, it may have even been the least, but your aching, sore jaw appreciated the break from sucking. you dragged your tongue over his testicles, tasting nothing but rubbery flesh. you were too busy avoiding his eyes to notice, but his face was tensing with pleasure, lips parting in low murmurs.
compared to when you first started, jeno was drastically harder now, massive, monstrous cock nearly bursting at the veins with precum leaking out from the thick tip. had your goal been to take all of him entirely, the sheer size of him would have immediately overwhelmed you.
âswitch to your hand and go back to sucking me off,â jeno said, firm yet quiet. it sounded like he was trying to restrain himself, barely holding it together.
at least you were a fast learner. teasing the head of his cock, you gave it a few slow, tentative licks before you began to take him into your mouth again, all the while gently fondling his balls with your fingers. jeno groaned, arching into your touch. he couldnât help himself.
you could taste the vicious amount of precum staining your tongue and you didnât know how to describe it, other than slightly tart. the flavor blended with that of your own saliva, lingering on the roof of your mouth and the warm flesh underneath the flap of your tongue, mild as could be.
at least it wasnât downright awful. you had heard stories before, not that youâd ever known what to make of them, or even pictured yourself being inside of them. if a month ago, someone had told you that youâd be on your knees for a man - for anyone - you would have said they were delusional.
jenoâs patience had worn thin and when you least expected it, he hauled you into the air, making you cry out in surprise just as you had the first time heâd lifted you into his buff, meaty arms. he tossed you onto the bed, just shy of the headboard, and suddenly straddled your chest. you gasped out a breath.
âopen up,â jeno said, cock positioned right in front of your mouth.
not that he gave you the time to obey him, because he pressed himself against your slightly parted lips and forced them wider, entering your mouth on his own. your face strained, perfectly threaded brows tugging down into a discontented arch.
when you tried to pull away, jeno grabbed the sides of your face and pushed you onto his shaft with trembling hands, making you take him and leaving no room for escape, not until he decided he was done with you. there was only one concern present in his mind and that was getting himself off.
tears stung your eyes, that same implacable feeling you had when heâd dragged his tongue over the expanse of your soft, shaved legs and bare, sweaty chest finding you again in the most of unwanted company. jeno scoffed, spitefully tugging at your hair. âyou know whatâs funny? youâre such a fucking crybaby. you canât take even half of what you give to others.â
chin flush against his scrotum and your nose not even an inch away from his bush, you almost gagged. the slurping sounds were humiliating, loud, wet squelching with every other big gulp making you want to shrink. however, jeno loved it, obsessing over the idea of making a mess out of you. the sound went straight to his dick.
jeno held your face in that low position, deeper than youâd ever taken him so far. âiâm really not that bad of a guy, you know,â jeno said, sounding like he truly believed it. you could have scoffed, if not for obvious reasons. âyou just bring it out of me. iâm really just treating you like how you treat everybody else.â
he made you sound like something straight out of hell and you couldnât help but think it was an unfair justification for something that felt too close to punishment. he obviously thought he knew you better than he did and it made you aggravated. that, or he somehow thought he was better than you.
there was a fleeting second of relief when jeno unmounted your chest and let you breathe, only to be crushed again when he dragged you by your wrists to the edge of your mattress, leaving you in the deep end. your eyes struggled to grasp with the flipped image of him nearing you, cock back down your throat before you could even blink.
though his hips thankfully had been moving at a calmer, steady pace before, despite forcing himself deeper than you could handle, he began to thrust more urgently into your mouth with the new change, embedding himself even further into your throat than you knew was possible.Â
you cried harder, hating every second of it. the salty, bitter tang of your tears mingled with the tainted taste of spit and sharp bite of precum that had come to stain your chin and cupidâs bow. the vigor of his movements was overwhelming, overpowering.
âthatâs it, cheerleader. cry harder,â jeno taunted, tracing his thumb over your face to swipe at the trail of tears. all the while his hips were moving faster, harder.
it felt like such a mockery, him doing that. a feigned act of sympathy while perpetuating the torment that was reducing you to tears as a selfish means of achieving pleasure of his own.Â
then, his hands wandered down to your breasts, slipping inside your night shirt and mauling your chest. running his hands in a circle, his thumb brushed the erect, colored nipples and he clasped his hands around your chest, squeezing your breasts. âfuck, iâm close,â he grunted, grip tightening, pace hastening, force increasing.Â
with how close he was, your nose was squarely against his the flesh of his balls, effectively cutting off your exhale. your heart thudded, racing and pounding. tensing with panic, your hands frantically moved, striking at his navel and thighs. even your legs were in alarm, unstill towards the other end of the bed.Â
jeno groaned, smacking your cheek. another slap followed the sizzle, straight against your chest. âcalm the fuck down,â he hissed, raising his arm in preparation to hit you again. âiâll let you breathe as soon as i come, so you better not get in the way, if you know whatâs good for you.â
even if you wanted to, you couldnât stay calm. your body physically couldnât handle it, responding the only way it knew how, trying to protect you. somebody had to. you closed your eyes, face warm with tears and panic, and you tried to brace your hands on the sheets, anything to comfort and stabilize yourself.
it got to a point where jeno couldnât hold back anymore and he climaxed with a prolonged, guttural groan, hips still brutally smacking into your mouth as he painted your tongue and the back of your throat with his cum. he went as far as to grab your head again, forcing himself onto you as deep as he could go, and demanding, âswallow it.â
like hell you would. you pushed him away, coughing and choking as soon as you did, drops of cum pooling from your mouth and some of it flying here and there in the midst of your coughing fit.
irritated, jeno pressed his tongue against the roof his mouth. âyouâre so fucking useless,â he groaned, grabbing his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and quickly turning on the camera. âlook at you. sitting here choking on my cum. you want it again, donât you?â
you sat up, nearly tumbling over the edge of your bed from the intense convulsing, and turned to face the other way as you hunched over, tightly clasping your sheets. âfuck off, you got what you wanted!â you rasped.
jeno laughed. you sounded so gravelly. âyouâre right. i did,â he replied, putting back on his pants and pocketing his phone. âso, tutoring. iâll see you tomorrow. nighty night, cheerleader.â
he gave you a pat on the head and turned, heading straight for the door.
âž hard feelings
something about today was different than usual.Â
when you woke up, you had felt a shift in the air, but youâd chalked it up to being nervous about the final you had in three hours.
but when you finally went to go take it, however, you quickly realized that the unsettling feeling you had was not simply pre-exam jitters. it was something much more sinister than that. with the status you held on campus, you were used to being watched and gawked at, but this was different.
it felt like everybody and their mother was looking at you.
you were confused. you had been the subject of this much attention before, but only once; it was a couple years back when someone had spread a dirty, foul rumor about you. there was a social media page for your school called top ten, mostly used to shame women for their sexual exploits, but some men made their way on it too. that was how you heard about johnnyâs clap rumor.
long story short, a rumor about you had originated there and it had taken you weeks to clear your name. but by that time, there was already another slut of the week. you were lucky to have your situation not only be false and debunked, but word of mouth. only the most unlucky of people, like hyeri, got images or videos of themselves posted.
and you were a community favorite. you would understand if you were new, but you had built a reputation around here. why would anybody believe floating rumors about you now?
but the abundance of stares didnât end there. even in the cafe, you had caught someone watching you a little too hard to be a casual leer of admiration. and you were determined to find out why.
fortunately, you were able to find jennie and roseanne walking and talking in the courtyard, and you called out their names to stop them.
jennie turned first, and you watched her smile drop in real time. she glanced around, frantic, as if she was worried about someone watching her too.
roseanne smiled thinly, halfheartedly lifting her hand to wave. âhey,â she greeted quietly, matching jennieâs nerves.
they knew something you didnât and it was glaringly obvious. âwhatâs going on?â you asked. âeveryoneâs looking at me and i know iâm not going crazy yet.â
jennie and roseanne glanced between each other, as if they both had bad news but neither of them wanted to be the one to tell you. after a few seconds, jennie groaned and said, âyou might want to check top ten.â
your brows furrowed. you, on top ten? again? god, people could be so infuriating. âugh, what rumor did they spread about me this time?â
jennie winced, which only made you more anxious. âitâs not just a rumor,â she whispered. ââŠitâs a video.â
âvideo?â you echoed in disbelief. that didnât make sense. you hadnât been with anyone exceptâŠexcept jeno. you tensed with anger.
roseanne opened her phone to show you the video that had been posted. it was an anonymous submission that claimed to be a recording of you. unfortunately, it was you, bits of your chest exposed from jeno reaching into your shirt and drops of cum landing there as you fought for breath. your face wasnât visible, but there were some other distinguishing signs, like your hair and skin and sheets.
your heart thudded and your shoulders went cold, but your eyes were scalding. you were well aware that jeno didnât like you, you didnât exactly love him either, but you never thought he would stoop low enough to hurt you like this.
âiâm sorry,â roseanne apologized, dropping her phone in her purse when you were done. the video was only a few seconds long, but the damage was forever. âbut donât worry. itâs not like itâs top three worthy. everyone will move on next week.â
jennie nodded in agreement and briefly patted your back. âyeah. weâll hang out again when this all blows over, i promise.â
then, they walked away. leaving you reeling with ache and betrayal. your friends didnât want to be seen with you anymore. you were an embarrassment.
you swallowed the bitter feeling scorching up your throat and tapped your pockets for your phone, knowing there was one person you needed to see.Â
you: you and i need to talk. right now.
jeno: about what?
you: donât play dumb, i know you sent that video in!
jeno: maybe u should have swallowed
you: you know what, i donât need you. i never have. and i donât want your help anymore. just leave me alone
jeno: [one attachment]
jeno: you sure about that? because iâm sure thereâs plenty of people that would love to see the version with your face in it
you gawked, hiding your phone screen against your chest while glancing around to make sure no one could see.
adjusting your brightness, you unlocked your phone again and texted him back hurriedly.
you: why are you doing this?! iâve never done anything to you
jeno: this is bigger than just you and me
jeno: now if you donât want everyone to see that pretty face, come put those lips around me again and we can work something out
and that was how it started. though you hadnât had the upper hand in weeks, this was the moment you completely lost it. what was once an arrangement for him to help you in exchange for your attention became a hole of misery that you couldnât dig yourself out of.
one blowjob became two, and two became three until you started to immediately recognize what it meant when you saw his name appear on your screen, knowing what it was before he even asked. not that he ever technically asked. it was always a command, a claim to your body wherever and whenever he wanted.
if you tried to be strong, if you tried to break free of him, he always threatened to make sure that recordings of you on your knees for him went up for all the world to see and no one would ever think of you the same way again. he was more than willing to taint the pretty, perfect image of yourself that you presented to the world.
you felt stuck, trapped. isolated with nowhere to go, no way out. you tried to conjure up a way to escape this situation, but you couldnât think of anything feasible. if you wanted to protect what was left of your social life and dignity, if you wanted to go outside without being ashamed, your only option was to be compliant.
no matter how many late nights and sore throats you had to go through.
you were in the middle of dozing off, your head leaning off to the side, when the sound of your phone ringing suddenly jolted you awake. you were tempted to ignore it until you saw the contact and begrudgingly pressed the phone to your ear. âhello?â you grumbled.
âiâve been texting you,â jeno said, sounding miffed.
you sighed, glancing over at the clock on your nightstand. âitâs literally two in the morning,â you complained. âi just got home from cheer practice and iâm trying to study for my last final. i havenât even showered yet.â
âaw, poor thing,â jeno crooned, pretending to care. âcome over.â
you heartless, selfish bastard, you snapped in your head. of course, you were in no place to say that out loud, so you settled for a calm, âokay,â and hung up.
stifling a yawn, you grabbed your keys and lazily stepped into a nearby pair of shoes, stretching your arms above your head before willing yourself to get up from your desk chair. then, you accidentally scraped your leg against the bottom drawer of your desk, which youâd accidentally left open.Â
âow!â you cried out, bending down a little. âgod, why does this world hate me? what did i do wrong?â
it was a wonder you managed to make it to jenoâs apartment without getting into a wreck, although at this point, you wouldnât care if you had as long as it killed you. or put you into an indefinite coma.
on the other hand, jeno seemed strangely enthusiastic to see you and looked full of life and energy. âthere you are, cheerleader,â he said, pulling you in to hug you from behind. he led you over to his couch, much like he always did.Â
you covered your mouth with your elbow as you yawned. âcan we get this over with? iâm sleepy.â
jeno chuckled. âi donât want you to suck me off. not right now.â
your brows furrowed, wondering if you had heard him right. if not for that, then why were the hell were you here?
âiâm sad,â jeno said, not even attempting to keep the smug smile off his face. âi need you to cheer me up.â
you blinked at him like he was stupid. âcheer⊠you up?â
jeno nodded his head, glancing you over with a grin. you looked like hell. partly because you were so obviously exhausted, but he knew heâd been having an effect on you too. âyeah, cheer me up. youâre a cheerleader,â he reminded, sounding proud of himself. âi want you to do your routine for me.â
you gawked in disbelief and whined, âiâm not even in my uniform.â
âso?â jeno asked. âthose bones might be tired, but they still work. matter of fact, take everything off.â
you were quick to exclaim, âwhat the hell? jeno, can i please just do it later? everything hurts.â
âtake everything off,â jeno repeated, his voice more stern this time. âand move your ass.â
defeated, you reluctantly began to peel off your clothes, ignoring the way jeno shamelessly ogled you for the sake of your own comfort and tugging your shirt from above your head. you couldnât even look at him as you abashedly stepped out of your shorts and panties.
what was even more mortifying was having to perform every stupid little routine for him with your entire body on display and your chest bouncing with every motion. putting on the sweet, forced smile and calling out the chants youâd memorized, all the while ignoring how your bones ached.
when you were done, he made you sit in his lap so he could touch you as he pleased, paying no mind to the way you squirmed uncomfortably.
you cried enough tears to occupy a sixth ocean the next day. you werenât exactly sure why. you just remembered miraculously waking up in your bed, sitting up and staring into empty space, and the water crashing down after a few minutes. it took you even longer to notice you were sobbing.
after a couple of meaningless hours, you got the random urge to call your moan, yearning to hear her voice. âmommy?â you said when she picked up.
âshe calls,â your mother chirped, pleasantly surprised. âhi, baby. i was starting to wonder if youâd forgotten about little oleâ me. you know, you never come see me anymore.â
you forced yourself to laugh, trying to strip your voice of the agony so that she wouldnât notice. âi know. iâm sorry,â you apologized quietly. âiâll come see you soon.â
âyou better,â your mother snapped playfully, no real malice in her voice. ânow, whatâd you call me for? and donât say just to check up on me, because thatâs a damn lie.â
âi miss you,â you confessed.Â
âa lie donât care who tell it.â
âma,â you groaned, knowing she was just messing around. âi swear i do.â
âmm-hm,â your mother hummed. you could already picture her in your head, eyeing you with suspicion, arms folded over her chest. âlet me guess why you really called. youâre having boy trouble.â
your eyes flickered in surprise. how did she know? you doubted it was exactly what she was thinking, but she was close enough. âyeah, something like that.â
there was no doubt that your mother sounded excited. you had always seem thoroughly uninterested in boys and dating, and while she was thankful when you were a teenager, it was a little worrying now. âitâs about time,â she said, clasping her hands together. âtell me all about it.â
you sighed, wondering how you could tell her about jeno without making her fret. she had gotten all pumped, you didnât want to tear her down and ruin everything. âwell, thereâs this guy i met almost two months ago. at first, i didnât feel anything for him. he was just another boy, you know. someone i could keep around for a good time, not a long one.â
your mother hummed again. you could hear metal pans clacking against her counter and assumed she was cooking. she always did that.Â
taking a deep breath, you continued, âbut everything changed. heâs different from every other guy iâve dealt with. he doesnât just do what i say because i say so. and as the weeks passed, heâs started listening to me less and less than he already was.â
your mother chuckled. âand you didnât like that, huh? got your motherâs stubborn heart and indomitable spirit.â
in truth, you didnât think you had half of your motherâs strength, but you would never tell her that. as far as she knew, everything was going perfectly in the life youâd created here on campus. and it probably was the last time youâd spoken to her. âyeah,â you replied, wishing that were true. âi donât like it. he makes me feel something iâve never felt before.â
âhe makes you feel powerless,â your mother told you. âheâs got you feeling weak because heâs the first man youâve ever met willing to stand up to you. trust me, i was surprised the first time too. thatâs how you got here.â
âma,â you groaned with a wince.
she laughed. the sound made you happy, something you hadnât been so certain you were capable of feeling anymore. âiâm just keeping it real.â
you thought about her words. she may have been way off in her perception of what this relationship between you and jeno really was, but she wasnât wrong about how he made you feel. weak, powerless. suddenly, this consuming feeling youâd been having for weeks finally had a name, and yet that made it even harder to come to terms with.
because you didnât want to be powerless. you wanted to be in charge, in control. you hated when things didnât go your way, and more importantly, you hated when there was nothing you could do about it. it was supposed to be you wielding power over peopleâs head, not being crushed beneath the weight of tyranny.
and it was then you fully realized the scope of your feelings; you absolutely hated lee jeno.
âž cheerleader? breed her!Â
standing there in a skimpy dress, face done and your feet clamped in heels that made you four inches taller, you didnât feel like yourself.
you thought that you would. in truth, you hadnât feel like yourself in months. today marked a little over two months since you made the mistake of beginning that agreement with jeno and you regretted it more than anything. he had completely ruined you, your life, and everything that made you feel whole.
there were pieces of yourself that you would never get back, thanks to him. it was true that everyone had forgotten about the ordeal regarding the recording of you, but not without cost. it was a price you were still paying everyday; even when you werenât on your knees or otherwise commiting demeaning acts for the sake of jenoâs entertainment, you were hurting and mourning yourself.
you were starting to wonder if it was worth it. obviously, you liked being respected amongst your fellow students, but you were no longer certain if their respect was worth the price of your sanity. it was hard for you to even have basic interactions without giving away how incredibly lonely and isolated you felt, how trapped and doomed you were. helpless and powerless.
jeno came up behind you, startling you. he was like a wolf and you were a little lamb masquerading as a wolf. âthere you are, baby,â he said, snaking his hands around your waist. he seemed to love doing that. âdid you know our anniversary was a few days ago?â
you scoffed. the two-month anniversary of the worst decision of your life to date. there was nothing you wouldâve give to undo it. doing your homework yourself would have spared you so much unnecessary pain. âstop doing that,â you whined, scanning the party. âsomeone will see.â
jeno chuckled, clearly not giving a damn. âunlike someone, i donât really care what people think about me.â
you wished you didnât care. there would always be a part of you that cared, that was so afraid of what people could say about her that she would do anything to tailor her image perfectly. matter of fact, it was all you had cared about in high school, and every year after that was spent maintaining the brand.
jenoâs hand went from your waist to your ass, making you tense in his grasp. âyou know, i think i deserve some kind of compensation for putting up with you for two months.â
you deserved that too. freedom. being unshackled from his cruel, unrelenting orders was the one thing you wanted most and the one thing he refused to give you. âdonât you have your compensation almost every day?â you asked irritably.
âthatâs not nearly enough,â jeno insisted, squeezing your ass.
god, how greedy could someone be? it was like he wanted to bleed you dry until there was nothing left.
âyou know what i want?â jeno asked huskily, leaning into your ear. âi wanna fuck you.â
your eyes widened a little. you had hoped this day would never come, even though you werenât oblivious to the fact that jeno had steadily gotten bolder in his interactions with you, the things he made you do for his satisfaction becoming entirely more erotic.Â
grabbing your arm, jeno started to lead you away. âcome on, letâs go.â
you rooted in place, nearly stumbling. you didnât want to go anywhere with him, especially if it meant putting up with his insatiable urges. âjeno, i donât want to,â you said, trying to push at him.
jeno scoffed, wondering when you would realize that he didnât care what you wanted and you had no way of winning. âif you want to make a scene in front of all these lovely people, be my guest,â he hissed in your ear.
panicked, you glanced around the crowd in search of someone that could save you. it was like everybody was looking at you until you actually needed them to.Â
then, you locked eyes with jungwoo. matter of fact, it seemed like heâd been looking at you much before youâd even glanced in his general direction. he saw you, saw the way jeno was holding you roughly, saw the obvious stiffness on your face, saw the pleading look in your eyes; but ultimately, jungwoo saw the image of you letting him down after bleeding him dry for half a year, and he turned away.
your shoulders slumped in defeat.
jeno started dragging you toward the stairs, pushing past a bunch of drunk people dancing on each other. your heart was thumping, and your whole body was rigid with nerves as you tried to think of a way out of this even though you knew there was no option without consequences.
just your luck, the bathroom jeno hauled you too was empty. he pushed you in and locked the door, pressing you against the counter. you gasped and glanced at your reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing yourself. âjeno, please,â you whispered, trying to plead with him. âplease, donât do this.â
jeno didnât seem moved by your begging, but he did, however, appear amused. âwhy are you acting so sensitive about this after all weâve done together? itâs like youâve never gotten fucked or something.â
you swallowed, not saying a word.Â
the silence was very loud, very telling. jeno arched a brow, a realization dawning on him. âyou really have never been fucked,â he said, surprised. âdamn, i should have figured that out when you were acting like you never sucked dick before.â
your face flushed with heat. it wasnât like you were necessarily embarrassed about it, not until now. you had always taken it as something to pride yourself on, being fuckable but untouchable. âyou say that like itâs a bad thing,â you replied, glancing down at the sink to avoid eye contact.
jeno chuckled. it wasnât necessarily a bad thing, but he had been convinced that you were completely pretending to be a goody two-shoes. to know there was at least one percent of you that was still pure amazed him. he lifted the skirt of your dress with his hand and brought it between your legs, asking, âwhat, you just never find anyone worthy enough for your perfect, sacred pussy?â
you gasped out when he touched you there. his fingers circled your clothed cunt, thumb digging into your inner thigh. feeling scandalized, you grumbled, âmaybe iâm just not interested.â
jeno shook his head, astonished by the amount of attitude you still had after all these months and determined to break it out of you. âand maybe i just donât care if youâre interested or not.â
it went without saying that jeno always made you feel like some kind of object, but this was next level. âthis is dehumanizing!â you exclaimed.Â
hearing you, of all people, talk about dehumanizing made for an interesting conversation. big, calloused hand pressing harder into you, he asked tauntingly, âdoesnât feel good, does it?â
your glossy, painted lips were parted, unable to breathe through your nose. your eyes burned with the threat of tears and it was becoming second nature for them to shed whenever jeno was nearby. âi donât understand,â you whimpered, trying to free yourself, but to no avail. âwhy are you doing this to me? what have i ever done to deserve this?â
jeno could feel you struggling, trying to push him off you, but all it did was move your hips against his rapidly hardening cock. he groaned, grabbing hold of your ass and pushing you further back against him. âfuck, just like that,â he growled. âhavenât i told you this already? this is bigger than you and me.â
it wasnât lost on you that jeno obviously had heard stories about you from other people, stories of happenings you probably couldnât deny, but it had nothing to do with him. âlook, if youâre doing all this to get back at me because i hurt one of your friends or something, iâm sorry, i really am. but i canât do this anymore, jeno. i want to stop, please. please let me go on with my life.â
âwhat a privileged response,â jeno hissed without concealing his vitriol. at the same time, he kept palming you over your panties, noticing them beginning to cling to your cunt, and tore your underwear to the side to insert a pair of fingers inside. âwhat about all those girls whose lives you ruined? iâm sure they wanted you to stop. and you didnât until they were too humiliated to show their faces around here again and you had no choice.â
you swallowed the lump in your throat. he knew about the girls? âjeno, i havenât done that since freshman year,â you told him, desperately trying to reason with him.
two loud, harsh smacks echoed in the tiny, crowded space of the bathroom, followed by a gasp consequently. your pussy stung, your head jerking around to look at jeno. âdo you really think that matters?â he asked, grabbing your hair to turn you back around just as quickly, as if you didnât deserve to look at him. âyou think that matters when the pain youâve done to them is permanent? they donât forget. and they damn sure donât forgive you.â
you tensed, hating the way your walls were gripping and gushing around his fingers. âso what? you think youâre god or something? is this you punishing me for my sins? youâre not exactly what i would call a saint, either.â
âme and you, weâre not the same,â jeno remarked, a nip to his tone as if you needed the reminder of how much he disliked you. âyou only pick on people that you think are below you somehow. people you think wonât fight back.â
âi know iâm not a good person,â you admitted in between gasps, thighs straining as his fingers pumped into your pussy harder, faster, reaching places youâd never touched on your own. â i know i donât deserve to be happy. maybe i donât even deserve to be treated with respect, but please leave me this one thing. spare me just this once.â
jeno laughed cruelly, pulling his fingers out of your drenched hole and smearing your juices all over your folds and thighs. his finger unintentionally swiped over your sensitive clit, making your legs quiver and your stomach tighten, sucking in itself.
âdamn, baby. you really know how to hurt my feelings,â jeno said, voice dripping with sarcasm. he withdrew his fingers, bringing them into his mouth for a taste. âyou donât want me to fuck you that bad?â
your heart was spiking with dread, thumping belligerently in your chest, your ears, and between your legs. no one had ever made you feel so vanquished.
âtake my dick out,â jeno said, his tone leaving no room for argument. âhurry up.â
you sighed anguishedly, turning around to undo his pants and slip his aching dick out of its confinements. for months, jeno had been suppressing the urge to fuck you, wanting to wait for the moment where it would be most pivotal.
getting a hold of your throat, jeno roughly yanked you flush against him the second you whirled back around to face the tiny bathroom counter, making you stand tall against his chest. his voice was almost as rough as the hands that held you. âput it in.â
you gawked, shaking your head.
his fingers tightened dangerously around your windpipe, making your damp eyes widen and your jaw slack against his whitening knuckles, maybe half a wheeze making its way out your throat before he warned, âif i have to fucking tell you again, iâm gonna crush every bone in your goddamn neck.â
with no other option, you meekly reached behind you to grasp him in your quivering hand, aimlessly steering him to your hole and sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as the tip brushed past your dripping folds. jeno released a shaky breath, slapping your hand away and rutting his hips into you from behind, sheathing himself inside in one go.
he slackened his unforgiving grip on your throat, shoving you back against the counter none too gently, but you still felt like you couldnât breathe when he entered you, a mangled whimper echoing out. your fingers desperately braced the edges of the counter for purchase as you tried to will yourself to inhale, but it was like you were choking.
jeno had a death grip on your thighs, forcibly pushing them apart a little more as he coated himself with the creamy, hot wetness of your unwanted arousal. âmm, hard to believe you donât secretly want me when youâre sucking me in like this, baby,â he said, proud.
you shook your head in denial, face flushing with a heat that spread to your ears and neck. it didnât help that there were beads of salty, hot tears pouring down your face and reducing your vision to one big, hazy blur. you didnât want him, not even a little bit. but you couldnât control the way your body was responding.
the lewd, wet smack of his cock thrusting deeply into your tight cunt rang out so loudly that you wanted nothing more than to hide into oblivion and never be seen again, mortified. it made things seem so much different than they were. his long, thick cock was stretching you beyond the cusp your limits and making you gape.
âiâm so nice to you,â jeno said, tipping his head back. you could see his chest rising and falling through his clothes, his body taut with pleasure and excitement. âiâve been holding back for so long, trying not to fuck you. wonât keep me out this pussy now. iâm gonna fuck you till your legs give out. have you at practice limping.â
your knees, wobbly as they already were, began knocking into the cabinets at the bottom of the sink. you winced your eyes closed as your fingers curled around the edge of the counter roughly enough to change the color around your knuckles, hoping to think of something, anything, to take you out of the moment.
but it was too hard. you couldnât ignore the throb of your gushing walls as they kneaded his cock, making him grunt in your ear as he leaned over your backside. you couldnât ignore the faint sting of his nails stabbing your hips and his heavy palm slapping repeatedly against your ass. and you definitely couldnât ignore the dirtiness staining you from head to toe.
sure, it felt good, his body rocking against yours steadily, but it didnât feel right. many nights you had pictured what losing your virginity would be like, both the way that it was supposed to look and the way that you were more inclined to, but this was neither; it was heartless, it was punishing, and it was brutal.
jeno grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look into the mirror, yanking your head up. âthere it is,â he spat, words sounding painfully familiar. âthereâs the real you.â
your hair was messy from him tugging it every which way, treating you like a doll to mishandle. your makeup was ruined from your sobbing, the path of your tears harsh against everything else. your eyes were red and your right lash looked like it was barely holding on, the effect of rubbing at your face.
jeno watched you take in the destroyed sight of yourself, practically hearing the critical thoughts hopping in your mind. âthis is what you really are. this is what youâre sucking my dick to keep hidden from the world. is it worth it, baby? or do you just like the way i taste on your tongue?â
no, it wasnât worth it. you were beginning to understand that now. he was taking too much from you, too much of your peace and too much of your sanity. maybe it would be better to be judged and lonely but free than to be loved by people whose opinion of you could change on a dime anyway at the expense of your soul.Â
your pride had been buried a long time ago, brutally murdered in her sleep. âjeno, please stop. iâm uncomfortable,â you complained, tearing your eyes away from your reflection in shame.
jeno smacked your ass again, making you cry out sharply. âyou just love being the victim when itâs convenient for you, huh?â
âiâm sorry!â you whimpered. âi donât know what you want me to do. what do you want? just tell me.â
jeno snickered, running his hands over your hips and waist to knead the flesh. then, he brushed your hair out of your face, nibbling at the skin behind your ear before growling, âyou know what i want, cheerleader? i want to assassinate all there is that you love about yourself and leave everything else untouched, so that you understand not why everybody hates you, but why nobody loves you.â
those words hit you straight in the gut. for the first time, you had no retort, no comeback.Â
hips beginning to move faster, jeno continued, âthe boys donât love you, they just want to fuck you. they would kill to be as deep inside you as i am. the girls sure as hell donât love you. they either want to be you, or they resent you for beating their asses. and donât get me started on those girls you call friends.â
âjeno, stop,â you whispered, an agony vicious enough to rip through flesh tearing you straight in half.Â
but jeno didnât listen. he wasnât done, not until he made his point. âdonât think i didnât notice how lonely you were for the whole week everybody was talking shit about you. they didnât want to touch you with a six foot pole, did they? they donât want to be seen with you unless it gives them a good rep.â
there was a pang in your chest. you didnât want to admit it, but that cut deep. you had heard people say mean things about you before, it was to expected when you were an emblem of popularity on campus, but few things had reached you where it hurt.
jeno stroked your messy cheek, almost with affection. âbut itâs okay. because you want to know something, baby? it was hard for me to admit it to myself, but you truly fascinate me. i canât get you out of my head sometimes. you piss me off every time without fail, but i keep coming back to you. i like you, baby. if no one else does. you grew on me.â
you werenât sure if that was supposed to make you feel better, but it didnât. if anything, you only felt more heartbroken and wounded not only by his words, but by your inability to counter them. it truly dawned on you, right then, just how alone you were.
jeno threw his head back, grunting. his hips were moving with a mind of their own, eager to finish. âfuck, iâm gonna come.â
your eyes went wide in panic, remembering that he had gone in bareback.Â
âjeno, donâtâŠâ
before you could even finish your statement, jeno clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your protests into his pale palm. âyou know what guys at my school used to say about cheerleaders?â he asked, obviously not expecting a response. ââsee a cheerleader, breed a cheerleader.â âcheerleader? breed her.ââ
you thrashed, but it was pointless. those thick, burly biceps of jenoâs were one of the first things you noticed about him and they werenât just for display. he held you in place as he quickened his pace again, his thrusts unrelenting.
with a couple more quick yet shockingly rhythmic thrusts, jeno emptied his load deep, deep inside you. he moaned, moving his hands from your mouth to your hips to keep himself steady as he reeled from the pleasure of a mind-numbing orgasm. âgoddamn,â he cursed, panting for breath.
you stifled a small noise as you felt his warmth flooding into you, unsure how to feel at this point.Â
to your surprise, jeno started fucking you again, never once daring to pull out as if he was determined to fuck every drop of his sticky cum as deep inside you as it could reach. his stringy, thick load gathered on his dick and inside your pussy, leaking down your thighs as he kept going.
you gasped out, moans involuntarily leaving you as you were stuffed full of him over and over. you didnât mean to, but it was impossible to control.
then, jeno stuck a hand between your legs and rolled his thumb over your clit, which didnât help. you cried out, tensing. âjeno, stop! itâs sensitive.â
âthatâs the point, dummy,â jeno replied, stimulating your clit with his hand while simultaneously pumping himself into you from behind.
your core tightened, heat wafting over you as your chest heaved wildly. âwhat are you doing?â you stammered.Â
jeno smiled, watching in the mirror how your face tensed with a blend of confusion and ecstasy that you couldnât rein. âyou really think iâm an asshole, huh? iâm trying to make you come. relax and let me.â
you shook your head. you didnât want to come, not for him, and most definitely not on his cock for him to feel every unintentional shudder of your pussy as it gushed and pulsed with hot, sweet release; that would be embarrassing.
that made jeno chuckle. âno? you donât wanna come for me, baby?â he asked, furrowing his brows playfully as he tilted your face back up to the mirror with a push of your jaw. âcome on, let go. you keep saying iâm not a good guy, but you shoot me down when i try to be nice.â
you moaned again, against your own reason and better judgment. âplease,â you rasped with half a breath.
âplease, what?â jeno asked, rubbing you with just a pinch more force. âdo you even know?â
god, you hated him; you absolutely despised him. but damn, if it didnât feel good to have someone touch you after youâd spent so long avoiding sex like it was something to be ashamed of.
and this? this was definitely something you were ashamed of.
and yet the most shameful moment, perhaps, was when you finally couldnât resist the pleasure of his big, long fingers twirling around your sensitive nub and his brutal hips smacking into you with a vengeance, clamping around him as you orgasmed with a loud cry and the heat shot through every corner of your body.
âshit,â jeno hissed, the feel of you finishing around him draining the cum from his balls for a second time.
your jaw slacked, overwhelmed by how you felt completely and utterly stuffed, ropes of his cum filling you to the hilt. jeno thrusted into you a little more, sending a flare through your back and shoulders, until he stilled for good. you could hear him panting behind you.
after a moment or two, jeno pulled out. hand between your thighs, he gathered some of his stringy release on his finger and brought it up to your lips. âopen up. donât make me say it again.â
you opened your mouth wide enough for him to insert two of his cum-coated fingers inside. then, you sucked at them and swallowed it down, knowing those would be the next words to leave his mouth.Â
jeno raised a brow, pleasantly surprised. he took his time to withdraw his fingers, enjoying the sensation of you licking them clean. âsee, i knew you loved eating my cum.â
your face burned, but you didnât have the energy to deny it. not after that. it felt like there was a gaping hole in your chest, a void that would never be filled.Â
âyouâre learning,â jeno commented, humming in satisfaction. âgood girl. you know, maybe one day we can get along. donât you think?â
âyeah,â you murmured weakly. at this point, you would just go along with whatever he said. and maybe that was why he figured you could experience some peace together now.
keeping your dress bunched up, jeno grabbed some tissues from his left and started to wipe at you. âletâs get you cleaned up before we leave, cheerleader. donât want the entire student body to see you like this, right?â
you whipped your head around, eyes widening in surprise. leaving to go where? certainly you werenât going home with him after tonight.Â
âdid you think i was kidding?â jeno asked with a sly smile, slipping your panties backing in place and giving your shoulder a fleeting kiss. âi told you, iâm gonna fuck you till your legs give out.â
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[ID: The first image is a movie poster for the Dreamworks movie Home, showing Oh, a Boov (a wide, short, purple creature), Tip, a black girl, and a calico cat. The rest of the images are screenshots of sections of The True Meaning of Smekday, by Adam Rex.
In a ridiculously short amount of time, the Boov determined that humans were unwilling to mix peacefully into their culture. They pointed out all the people who fled instead of welcoming their new neighbors, even those whose homes had been taken outright. Captain Smek himself appeared on television for an official speech to humankind. (He didn't call us humankind, of course. He called us Noble Savages of Earth. Apparently we were all still living on Earth at this point.) "Noble Savages of Earth," he said. "Long time have we tried to live together in peace." (It had been five months.) "Long time have the Boov suffered under the hostileness and intolerableness of you people. With sad hearts I now concede that Boov and humans will never to exist as one." I remember being really excited at this point. Could I possibly be hearing right? Were the Boov about to leave? I was so stupid. "And so now I generously grant you Human Preservesâgifts of land that will be for humans forever, never to be taken away again, now." I stared at the TV, mouth agape. "But we were here first," I said pathetically.
The tent was strung with white Christmas lights and packed with people, all facing a stage on one end. And on the stage stood a redheaded man in a wifebeater with a Viking tattooed on his chest. People were booing him. "Shut up!" the redhead was saying. "I have the stage! All I'm saying is, now that we've all had to leave our real homes, we got a chance to get America right! There can be a place for the Saxon Americans, and a place for the coloreds, and a place forâshut up!"
"So every place has some kind of leader?" I asked. It had all happened so fast. "Sure. Most of them are former state governors, or senators, or whatever. The president runs a little town called Rye." "Just a little town?" "Yes..." said Mitch. "He's not very popular anymore, because of the invasion. People assume it was his fault somehow. But we have to have leaders. We have to have government." "I guess," I said. "Daniel Landry's district is far south of here," he said, "on some former Indian land." "Indian land? Like a reservation?" "That's right." "Is this Dan guy an Indian?" "I don't think so, no. I'm pretty sure he's white. He wasn't a governor or anything before, but he's really rich, so I imagine he's a good leader." "Uh-huh. But he's white," I said. "The Indians elected a white guy?" "Well...I don't know. I imagine all the other people elected him. It's mostly white folks living on the reservation now." I frowned. "And the Indians are okay with this?" "What do you mean?" "Well...it was a reservation," I said. "It was land we promised to the Native Americans. Forever." Mitch looked at me like I was speaking in tongues. "But...we needed it," he said.
"Mr. Hinkel," said the Chief, jerking his head toward the sleeping man. "He thinks Indians like me ought to live somewhere else. Likes to tell me about it a lot." I didn't really want to talk about Mr. Hinkel. "Well, maybe they'll let him go soon." "Doubt it," said the Chief. "Got beat up pretty good by someone who thinks gay people like him ought to live somewhere else."
The last excerpt from the book is in comic format, divided into four main panels. The first is captioned, "2,000 (two thousand) years ago - Many schools closed by the HighBoov, because Money is Needed Elsewhere. Boov are told not to worry about learning unimportant things. Boov are told to learn one useful thing that may be done over and over again and give their life meaning. HighBoov devise clever tests to find which Boov should be taught more, and which Boov should not be taught because Money is Needed Elsewhere." Boov are shown doing things like guarding, serving food, and taking care of children.
The second panel is captioned, "1,150 (one thousand, one hundred and fifty) years ago - Certain Boov who were taught many things announce that industry is polluting the waters of Boovworld." Boov in uniforms point to a chart of their world and gesture to something outside a window, presenting this information to other Boov in fancy outfits. "These scientist predict that the oceans soon will no longer be able to sustain life, unless things are changed."
The third panel is captioned, "1,149 (one thousand, one hundred and forty-nine) years ago - HighBoov declare that these warnings of pollution cannot be proven, so therefore nothing should be changed. The scientist Boov who gave these warnings are declared evil-evil that they should call our God unclean. These Boov are named the Forgotten and sent onto land into exile forever. Some of them die of asphyxiation. Most don't." A line of Boov trudge out of water onto land.
The fourth panel is captioned, "1,003 (one thousand and three) years ago - God dies of asphyxiation." There are many skeletons with lots of darkness in the background.
Plain text: "1,003 years ago, God dies of asphyxiation" End ID]
like the most politically neutered movie of all time unironically
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Red and Blue // Leah Williamson
a/n: might be back or not, idk :)
Long distance.
You hated that word.
It reminded you that you wouldnât wake up next to your lover,
that you wouldnât get a good night kiss or cuddles either,
that you couldn't get any affection except over the phone - which wasn't a long-term solution.
Each day that passed it was harder to deny the desire to go back home, back home to Leah.
To be fair, it wasnât the first time that youâd been long distance but ever since Leah had put a ring to your finger, the 'fiancĂ©' and 'soon to be wife' rolling of her tongue made your heart ache.
Home was calling.
-
When you shared your thoughts on transferring back to the English league, Leah was excited and so happy - sheâs been missing you like crazy. The blonde more than obsessed with you and still so in love with you. The thought of playing side by side with you in red was everything she could wish for. Every time you wore her Arsenal jersey - 'Williamson' on your back - she fell more and more in love with you. Sometimes she thought there was no way that she could love you even more yet you surprised her each time. Sometimes it was the way you smiled or other times it was the way her family loved you, endless possibilities. She would never stop falling deeper in love with you.
Though, what didnât occur to her was that you hadnât gotten any offers by Arsenal.
Brighton had offered one, Liverpool too, as did Chelsea.
Chelsea
London⊠Leah⊠Leah. London. London. Leah. Leah. London.
you couldnât say no to that, could you?
Many thoughts ran through your mind.
should you or should you not?
do you want to or do you not?
Would Leah still love you or not?
Normally, you immediately would talk to her, thinking about the pros and the cons, what your heart was telling you to do.
But this time your heart was torn apart into two pieces. On piece was blue: with the opportunities you had at Chelsea - Champions League, winning titles, fellow English teammates, amazing staff,⊠The other piece was red: yelling, fighting and begging to wait, maybe Arsenal would offer something, some day. Would Leah be mad at you? Sheâs been a gunner since she was little.
-
After many sleepless nights, you did the only right thing.
You signed with the Blues.
Leah wouldnât be mad at you, would she? Your career is important to her too. She just couldnât be mad. She loved you and you loved her.
Sun and moon.
Salt and pepper.
day and night.
black and white.
red and blue.
It would be fine, right?
-
Leaving the airport was a relief. You were finally back in England.
The great news was that Leah happily agreed to pick you up from the airport, still fully convinced that you had signed with the gunners.
The bad news was that you didnât and you still needed to tell her that you signed with the blue rival.
You were tense, nervous even. The defender not sensing any of that as she was in such a bliss of your presence and touch, her hand holding yours tightly as she drove to her apartment - her mind racing about moving in together.
-
The first hour in Leahâs apartment was spent with kisses and cuddling on the couch, trying to catch up the time you spent apart.
"Do you want something to eat, my love? I could make you something. Iâm sure youâre hungry from the flight" she smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on your back.
"Yes please, but no ham sandwich" you giggled, the blonde gasping before pressing an gentle kiss to your forehead.
As you sat alone on the couch for a few minutes, you realized that you had to tell her now. Or wouldnât ever tell her - too afraid of her reaction.
Standing up, you grabbed something, wrapped in wrapping paper, out of your backpack.
Please donât kill me
Please donât break up with me
"Love, dinner is almost ready." the girl smiled, proudly stating that nothingâs burned.
"Leah, could we talk about something first?" you fidgeted with your fingers.
"Yes, of course. I actually wanted to talk to you about something too! Do you want to move in with me?" She was so excited, her smile wider than it was in a long time. Your heart fluttered.
"Iâd love that, but maybe youâd like to open this first" you stated, your voice low as you tried to be cool, calm and collected.
Skeptically, she looked at you - youâre nervous, "Whatâs this?" she asked, already opening the gift.
"What the fuck ist that!" the gunner growled, seeing the Chelsea jersey, "are you trying to be funny!" she questioned, a scowl on her face as she stared at the 'Williamson' on the back.
"No" you whispered - now or never.. "I signed with Chelsea, Leah. And Iâd like to play with your- soon also my name on the back"
"WHAT!" She shouted, outraged by the thought of you in blue, hurt by thought of you not being in red.
"Arsenal didnât offer me a contract and thatâs okay because Iâm still here, back with you" you said, trying to lighten the mood.
Failing miserably.
"Iâd rather not see you at all than seeing you in blue!" she yelled, her fists clenching at her sides. How could you do that? How could play for the one club the despised the most.
Was her loyalty a joke to you? Was her childhood club a joke to you?
"You donât mean that" you said, trying to convince yourself more than any other person.
"Oh, I absolutely do! Fly to wherever, I donât care. And the audacity to think-" she laughed, "to think that youâd play with the name Williamson on the back of a Chelsea shirt some day" turning off the stove, she walked around the counter, her face now serious as she glared at you like you had killed someone.
"Leave" she pointed at the door, "and just so you know, the invitation to move in has been rescinded"
your own anger started to bubble up now. You get it, sheâs mad, you expected her to be but to throw insults like at you? That wasnât okay. Angrily, you grabbed your bagpack, your suitcases still in Leahâs car, something youâd worry about later as you put on your shoes while the blonde still grumbled to herself about how reckless you were, that you didnât use your brain, questioning if you even had functional brain cells.
"You know what Leah, youâre right. I wasnât using my brain. But not when I signed the contract but when I said yes to your proposal!" yanking down the engagement ring, you shoved it against her chest.
And as soon as you had slammed the door, the tears were spilling out of your eyes.
This was not the way you expected everything to happen nor did you want it that way.
In short: Leah Williamson was obviously furios but actually it was just a facade that she became aware of as soon as you had left the house. She was deeply hurt.
Deeply hurt by the fact that you had let her think sheâd be finally playing side by side with the love of her life. Because she was so excited, she had already planned everything through. This was everything she had ever wanted.. and now, itâs gone.
You were gone.
Added to that, your last comment ripped her heart out, smashed it to the ground and stomped on it.
Fuck! Did you really just broke up with her?
Why was she stupid?! Why couldnât she react normal, like every other person would have! Her stupid pride was in the way, once again.
She wanted to run after you. She really wanted to, but her legs wouldnât move. It was too late.
You were gone.
she couldn't have caught up to you even if she wanted to.
Panic.
Panic, panic, panic.
Tears.
More tears.
Everything was too much.
She tried to call you.
No answer.
She texted.
Not even delivered.
Fuck.
"Mum, I-" she hiccuped in the speaker, "I fucked up and" her sobs were getting louder and louder, she didnât want to say it out loud, "and I think she broke up with me"
-
Within a few minutes Amanda let herself in in her daughters home.
She found Leah crying on the couch, sobbing violently while she typed something on her phone.
"Y/n-" her head snapped up, disappointed when she saw her mum instead of you, "oh, itâs you" she whispered, wiping away the tears which didnât help much as new tears streamed down.
"You wanna tell me what happened?" Amanda asked as she took a seat beside her daughter, arms wrapping around.
As soon as her mother hugged her the defender broke down once again, clinging onto her mother. Her heart was broken. She had broken your heart, so you broke hers in return. She deserved this. Sheâs been nothing but an arse.
Once Leah had calmed down, she started to tell the story, every detail, every snarky comment she had left. She wasnât proud of her behavior. "I donât know what I was thinking. it just happened. Iâm so sorry. I love her"
"You need to apologize to her, not to me"
"I donât know where she is! If sheâs safe or- I donât know, mum" she was desperate. The tears started to get less and less yet the broken heart very much felt.
"Iâve been dreaming of this wedding since Iâm 16! Do you know how often I imagined her being a Williamson? Every day, mum, every fucking day."
-
Around midnight her mum left, Leah promising her that she would call if she needed anything.
The only thing she needed was you, though.
She had to make things right, she couldnât throw an over a decade going relationship away. Not when it was a relationship with you. The girl she loved more than anything in this world. The girl she would quit football for if she had to. She would walk to Antarctica if that would bring you back to her, back home.
Unknown to her, you werenât far away, just around the corner of her house actually.
When you left the house, you didnât know where to go. You didnât want to call any of your friends because you would have had to explain the situation and in that moment, you didnât have the strength to do so.
In that moment, you needed to be alone. Your thoughts were running in every direction, trying to escape reality. Did you really broke up with Leah? Or had she broken up with you? You couldnât tell. All you knew was that your heart hurt and felt empty. You waited ages for this day, to finally see Leah and it ended like this. One hour of bliss, more hours of horror. This couldnât be the end, could it?
It was Leah and you.
Thereâs never been You without Leah or Leah without You.
The picture of Leahâs face haunted you. It seemed like her world collapsed when you gave her the ring. Were you overreacting? Your feelings were valid. She couldnât just go crazy, tell you to fuck off and then expect to be happily ever after.
But even though, youâre feelings were hurt in one of the worst ways possible, you couldnât just give up. This was Leah. You knew Leah. You knew that it had to be deeper.
And when you saw her mumâs car pulling up in the driveway, you knew that Leah was a wreck. The blonde was tough on the outside but on the inside, she was this sweet charming sensitive girl who adored to love and to be loved. And the fact that it hadnât even been 20min before Amanda was at her apartment, surely meant something.
-
Standing at the front door, you thought about leaving again. Amanda had only left like 5 minutes ago, but you didnât want to be outside any longer. It was dark and cold. And all you wanted was to be with Leah. You couldnât just leave the things at where they were, that wasnât like you.
So here you were, still fighting an inner battle if to knock on the door or not.
Yet you did.
Your love for the blonde defender was stronger than any pride right now.
A little spot in your mind hoped that she wouldnât open the door, afraid to be confronted.
The gunner was shocked when she saw you standing there. Her eyes wide, the tear stains visible, cat caught her tongue.
Her next reaction was hugging you like her life depended on it and you did just the same. "I love you, I love you, I love you" you heard her whisper, not making any attempt of letting you go any time soon. She needed this.
You both needed it.
After what felt like forever, she pulled back, her hands cupping your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks, "youâre safe" her eyes checked for any sign of injury or discomfort, "Iâm okay" you confirmed.
"Let us talk, okay? I love you. I promise not to explode like that again. I love you so much" a single tear escaped her eye. You were quick to gently wipe it away, the blonde relaxing under your touch.
"Do you think I could get something from the dinner you made earlier?" you shyly smiled, your stomach growling. The lioness let out a breathy relieved laugh, nodding, "anything you want, my love." Without thinking she pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you into the kitchen.
There was an awkward silence while she re-heated up the dinner yet happily doing so. This was a good sign, wasnât it?
Once finished, she placed the plate of food in front of you, "Do you want to be left alone while you eat? Iâll be in the bedroom, you can call me whenever youâre ready" she was already turning, ready to give you some space when you grabbed her wrist, "please stay"
-
"Thank you for dinner, it tasted great" you smiled. Leah returned your smile shyly, cheeks turning red.
"Um, and I guess we should talk, yes?"
she nodded slowly, "yes. I think itâs really important that we share all of our thoughts and listen to each other before reacting to something said, is that okay with you? I know itâs my fault it blew up earlier but Iâd really like to apologize and let you understand what was going through me. And I want to understand your side of the story too and not cut you off in the middle of the sentence. I know my behavior earlier was very childish, I wonât let that happen again." gently she squeezed your hand, reassuring as well as promising you that she was ready to behave like a grown woman, like the woman you fell in love with.
"Would you like to start?"
"Yes, that would be very nice"
-
After hours of conversation, apologizing and exchanging thoughts, feelings and insecurities, you both came to a conclusion that worked for the both of you:
1. Leah promised to never ever treat you like that again. She respected you, she really did and she would forever try to show you that
2. always listen to each other before speaking! Communication is key.
3. Leah promised to cook dinner for two whole months as a sign of her remorse, also she offered a thousand kisses and more.
4. You promised Leah to never let her in the dark.
5. Moving in together seemed perfect.
Later that night, or rather in the early morning hours, you laid in bed together, you were snuggled up in Leahâs side, your head resting on her chest as she played with your hair.
"I can hear your brain working, my love, whatâs the matter?" you asked gently, resting your chin on your hand, so could look at her - your finger seemed so empty.
With a quick motion, you sat on her lap, the blonde now sitting up as well, "I love you" gently, she took your hand in her own, holding it a way that had your hand facing her.
She didnât say anything, but pressing a feather light kiss on your ring finger. You got the silent message, plead even.
"yeah, Iâd love to have my ring back" you smiled, the lionesses already reaching for it on her nightstand.
"I canât wait for you to be a Williamson" she admired as she put the ring on its original place.
"Me neither"
Ps. Leah Williamson still didnât like Chelsea and she never would but she learned to love the colour blue - because it was you - even more when the name Williamson was displayed on the back.
No matter the colour, Leah Williamson would always loved you.
Though learning to love the colour blue was a process, she still begged you wear her red Arsenal jersey every now and then.
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